#pia asks

[kingslayerstew]

jaimeilyn from the perspective of jaimes entourage...

[technovillain]

cassie??

i esp love to think cassie identifies as sapphic because of the emergence of the term being from the late 1800s and early 1900s, and her ties to writing and poetry. like girl i know you love sapphos.

[doeeyeseddie]

18 or 25 for the relationship prompts? 💗💗💗

hi and thank you for the prompt! sorry this took me so very long to write, but i hope you like it anyway 💕

18. brushing through the other's hair while talking/25. feeding each other their food

[read on ao3]

It’s a slow shift. Not from the beginning, they get called out plenty in the morning, but the afternoon is slow already and now it’s 9pm and they haven’t had a call since before dinner. 

All the chores are done, everything is clean and fully stocked and put away. 

Bobby is in his office with some paperwork, but he insisted that he doesn’t need any help before heading downstairs. 

No one was in the mood to play a game or anything, so they’re just sort of lounging around the loft, an action movie playing on TV that no one’s really paying attention to. Hen and Chim are on the armchairs, but they’re turned mostly away from the TV, their focus on each other and Buck, and the conversation the three of them are having.

Beside Buck, Eddie keeps sinking lower in his seat until his head eventually comes to rest on Buck’s shoulder. Buck shoots him a fond look and lifts the hand that’s currently on the backrest of the couch to scratch at Eddie’s scalp gently. 

Eddie makes a soft noise and rubs his cheek against Buck’s shoulder like a cat, which Buck takes as encouragement to keep going.

It’s fine – they agreed to keep this on the low for a bit (not really a secret, but they’re not telling anyone yet either. Well, except for Chris, because that would’ve felt like lying, and Bobby, because they didn’t want to risk anything by keeping secrets from the brass), but so far no one’s even looked at them twice. Buck has had his arm slung over the back of the couch and essentially around Eddie for ages now, and no one’s said a word.

They’ve always been close after all, and for the last three weeks, they’ve slowly been adding more little touches to the list of things they do, like a head on the other’s shoulder, or, like today, Buck’s hand in Eddie’s hair. 

It’s been kind of fun finding out what they can get away with before anyone figures them out. 

He keeps combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair absently while talking to Hen and Chimney, and it’s easy like this. 

With his last relationship, with Tommy, they made it public so quickly kind of accidentally, but it was fine, because there wasn’t that much at stake. Sure, it doubled as his coming out to a lot of people, but Buck’s glad that happened so organically and without him having time to overthink or worry.

With Eddie, the situation is completely different. There’s so much at stake for them, everything, that they felt safer keeping it between themselves for a few weeks, to see how they adjust to this change. The two of them – and Christopher.

But it’s been three weeks now, and things have been great, so it’s okay if they want to be a bit more open with it. And Buck wants.

Ever since he realized how he feels about Eddie, about seven minutes before he kissed him for the first time, he’s been wanting to shout his love for him from the rooftops. It hasn’t been easy keeping that in, and his hands to himself.

So it’s easy, letting himself be a little bit more affectionate with Eddie like this, up here in the loft of their fire station, with their friends.

The low hum Eddie lets out and the relaxed lines of his body pressing against Buck’s tell him that he feels the same way. And if anyone asks – that’s fine, they’re ready to share whenever it happens.

But Hen just keeps telling her story about the latest shenanigans Denny and Mara have gotten up to, pretending to be annoyed by them even though it’s obvious she loves that they’re getting along this well. Chimney chimes in with stories from his and Kevin’s childhood, and Buck occasionally shares something he did as a kid just to shock Hen.

“You’re not hanging out with my kids unsupervised,” she says after he finishes telling them about a prank he and some other boys played on a teacher, and gets up from her chair. “I’m making popcorn. You guys want some, too?”

“Yes, please,” Eddie says sleepily from Buck’s shoulder, raising his hand.

Buck smiles at him, endeared, and squeezes the back of his neck gently. Without looking up, he tells Hen, “I–I’ll take some too, thanks, Hen.”

“You know if it’s there, I’ll eat it,” Chimney says. His chair creaks when he stands up too. “I’ll help you.”

The two of them head to the kitchen, bickering quietly, and Buck takes the opportunity to turn his head, brushing his nose along Eddie’s forehead and pressing a kiss to his brow.

“Tired, sweetheart?”

“A little,” Eddie mumbles, turning further into Buck, his knee pressed to the side of Buck’s thigh. “And you’re comfortable.”

“I’m not complaining,” Buck says, and starts combing his fingers through Eddie’s hair at the back of his head again. “Just say the word and we can go to the bunkroom.”

“No, I want the popcorn now,” Eddie says, blinking his eyes open. “I’m awake.”

Buck laughs and kisses his temple. “If you say so.”

Hen and Chim return with the popcorn not much later, and their conversation has moved on to a movie Buck hasn’t seen, so he’s happy to just sit back, one hand always on Eddie, listen to their familiar voices, and snack on his popcorn.

“Gimme some of that,” Eddie says quietly, jerking his chin towards the popcorn in Buck’s hand.

“The bowl is right there,” Buck says, but he’s already extending his hand.

Eddie gives him a smile that makes butterflies erupt in his stomach and brushes his fingers along Buck’s hand while he grabs some of the popcorn. “Thanks.”

Buck rolls his eyes, but they both know it’s just for show.

The next time he reaches for the bowl, he pops some in his mouth and offers the rest to Eddie, holding it between two fingers.

Instead of taking it from him, Eddie leans forward and eats it straight from Buck’s fingers, lips wrapped around them for just a second that’s enough to make his entire body go hot, especially his face.

Hen and Chimney stop talking.

Eddie looks at Buck like everything is completely normal, then turns to Chimney and Hen to ask, “What?”

“What is up with you two tonight?” Chimney asks, exasperated. “You got something to tell us?”

Eddie shrugs, jostling Buck a little. His eyes practically sparkle, shining with mischief when he turns to Buck, and Buck loves him so much. “I don’t know, Buck, do we? Do you know what he’s talking about?”

“You’ve basically been,” Hen makes an impatient gesture that encompasses both of them on the couch, “fucking cuddling for an hour. And now you’re feeding each other popcorn? You’re always all over each other, but this is…different.”

“Well, I didn’t expect Eddie to eat it like that, either,” Buck says, and blushes even more when Eddie just winks at him.

“Chim, I never want us to be the kind of best friends they are,” Hen says, and Buck makes the mistake of meeting Eddie’s eye, both of them bursting into laughter.

“I sure hope you won’t, since you’re both married,” Eddie wheezes, and Buck descends into laughter again.

“What does that have to–” Chim pauses. “Hold on.”

“Oh, they’re getting there,” Buck says in a stage whisper, reaching out to wipe a tear from the corner of Eddie’s eye.

Eddie catches his hand on the way back and presses a kiss to his palm before tangling their fingers.

Both Hen and Chimney are gaping at them, and Hen calls out weakly, “Cap, are you seeing this?”

“Yep,” Bobby’s amused voice wafts over from the kitchen. Buck didn’t even hear him come back. “But they told me three weeks ago already.”

“What!” Hen yelps, and Chimney shakes his head like a wet dog, looking beyond confused.

“So are you saying– you’re really—” His eyes flick down to their hands, then back up to their faces, moving rapidly from Buck to Eddie and back.

“Together?” Eddie asks. “Yeah.”

“Since when!” Hen demands, and she somehow looks both appalled and delighted. “How did this happen? How did I miss this?”

“I guess you just didn’t know what to look for,” Buck says, turning his head to smile at Eddie. “I can relate to that.”

[anonymouspuzzler]

gonna be commuting a ton today ask me Any

[sare11aa11eras]

As an art request, please may I have some pia of harenhal she’s my favorite minor character 🫶🖤

Sure of course!!

I really like Pia as a character. From a writing perspective, she’s very similar to Pod, Mya, Gendry— lowborn, minor characters who we see from multiple points of view. We see a lot of development for these characters across the books, even though they’re peripheral (Well. Pod and Gendry aren’t really peripheral, but you get what I’m saying). It’s through these characters that I think we see a lot of George’s arguments surrounding class, feudalism, and war. Pia is also I think one of the most real characters in the books. Who doesn’t know a girl like Pia in their own life? How many people like her have existed throughout history? Some of us are like her ourselves. Yes, a lot of our main characters are easy to project ourselves onto, but characters like Pia are I think the truest audience surrogates, in some ways.

I really hope that she finds a happy ending.

[btbonescanon]

hiii im new what does buck was in the room mean

omg anon hi!!! first of all i want to say welcome!!! i also do want to say sorry you weren’t here during the “buck is in the room” era because those were some crazy ass times (in the best possible way).

so i have consulted the experts (aka the teeny tiny friends) because i am SO bad at remembering the exact sequence of events.

so basically during season 5b we knew eddie was going to have a huge breakdown. we knew it was coming. and the week before 5x13 we got confirmation of it in the form of seeing promos of eddie in his destroyed room with a bat in his hands and his knuckles splintered. and this made us go nuts!!! but you know what made everyone even MORE insane? the fact that in that first promo you could see the back of a head in the corner of the shot. and that is how “BUCK IS IN THE ROOM” was born. people were analyzing the back of that head for hours, comparing the shape of the ear we could see with oliver’s ears. basically we all arrived at the same conclusion: it really was buck!!!! buck was in the room with eddie as eddie sobbed inconsolably!!! and then another promo dropped where you could clearly see it was buck because you could see all of his back and we were like “OMFG IT REALLY IS HIM. BUCK IS IN THE MOTHERFUCKING ROOM!!!!” because before we had known but now we KNEW.

that era is really one of my favorite times in the 911 fandom, no doubt about it. it was exhilarating and full of potential and the meta was so incredibly nuanced and good and it really felt like we all just were so connected to the characters and their journey and even each other.

[pia-duo]

PIA YOU ARE SO MEAN 2 ME 🍑 </3

NOO MY FRIEND I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT I FULLY ENABLE YOUR QUEST FOR THAT WASHED MIDDLE-AGED DIVORCED MAN

^^^ This man has intrigued me in an interesting and peculiar way as well ❗❗

[opheliagreif]

Hey,

hast du ein lieblingsfanart von Tatort Saarbrücken oder nur von Leo und Adam? Wenn ja, welche wären das?

Es gibt leider nicht sehr viele.

Huhu! 🌻

Also grundsätzlich liebe ich drei Fanarts sehr, weil sie extra für Geschichten gemacht haben, die ich geschrieben habe oder bei denen ich Co-Autorin war:

Zum Einen ist das @hope-calaris

für das 18. Kapitel unserer gemeinsamen Geschichte "Durchs finstere Tal".

Zum Anderen ist es @theoniprince mit ihren Fanarts zu "Ghost - Nachricht von Leo" und natürlich mit Adam und dem Pinguin, die mich immer noch zum Lachen bringt, aber total süß ist!

Das sind die Fanarts, die mir persönlich viel bedeuten, aber es gibt noch eine Menge an Fanarts, die ich toll finde. Ich versuche mich im Folgenden mal an einer Aufstellung von Tumblr-Accounts, die bereits Tatort Saabrücken Fanart gemacht haben. Diese ist nicht vollständig und in der aufgeführten Reihenfolge nicht wertend.

Da Fanwork auch davon lebt, dass man sich gegenseitig empowert, würde ich mich freuen, wenn die Tumblr-Bubble auch noch andere Fanartists aufführt, die ich hier vergessen habe.

Ich pack sie mal unter den Cut, weil das jetzt lang wird. 😉

von sooodonewiththis

von onyx-stuff

von skltart

von littledozerdraws

wie oben schon benannt von theoniprince

von darkshadowswhitelight

Und da Tumblr mich nur 10 Linkblocks machen lässt (danke @rekishi-aka für die Aufschlauung), kommt der Rest nun als Inline-Link. Nicht schön, aber besser als gar nicht. 😑

mutantenfisch

https://www.tumblr.com/mutantenfisch/674302123683495936/leude-ich-habs-gemacht?source=share

stupidbachelorofuseless

https://www.tumblr.com/stupidbachelorofuseless/733906864216113152/doch-leo-wartete-an-diesem-tag-vergeblich-im?source=share

vonnebenan

https://www.tumblr.com/vonnebenan/741677841850286080/wir-brauchen-dich-hier?source=share

diabeticsquirrels

https://www.tumblr.com/diabeticsquirrels/741049089461993472/three-years-late-with-erdnussflips-wann-kussi?source=share

whatagreatproblemtohave

https://www.tumblr.com/whatagreatproblemtohave/743023184606068736?source=share

betweentimes

https://www.tumblr.com/betweentimes/740516558403682304/adam-sch%C3%BCrk?source=share

folsaeure

https://www.tumblr.com/folsaeure/707817823859277824/herz-der-schlange-pieces-i-made-last-year-a?source=share

lechim

https://www.tumblr.com/lechim-traditional-art/746631602642272256/vladimir-burkalov-hat-ewig-gebraucht-muss-mehr?source=share

ctrsdoesart

https://www.tumblr.com/ctrsdoesart/755261201310777344/hab-auch-mal-wieder-eine-schattierte-zeichnung?source=share

iilllya

https://www.tumblr.com/iilllya/733142879724306433/vladimir-burlakov-als-leo-h%C3%B6lzer-in-tatort?source=share

Es gibt auch noch Fanartists, die meines Wissens nach nicht hier veröffentlichen, aber auf dem Tatort Saarbrücken-Server gepostet haben.

Zu finden hier:

[dcviated]

first meetings sentences :: open

@agloryofuniicorns sent: "Well, that is an interesting way to say hello!" // Malon @... Sakuya! I know some things about Rune Factory 3; Sera's about... a... some way through the game playing it for me.

Finishing the pose after what was, likely, a rather cringey one-liner pun on a greeting- Sakuya returns to an upright position with attention on the farmgirl. There is only a small sweat drop but she's staying positive!

"Yeah?! Still workshopping details, but~ If you ask me, what good's a first impression if ain't something memorable! And like, in the good way. Obviously." The merchant plants her hands akimbo on her foreign attire, a matching smile blazing with a fire its own.

"Sakuya Arakane is the name!~ nice to meetcha! My family moved into the town nearby to open our inn. So I'm going around to meet the custo--I mean, locals!"

[not-poignant]

Raphael has a very poetic and grandiose way of speaking that is absolutely not the norm for day-to-day life. How do you get in the mindset to come up with his dialogues? They're perfection and I just can't even imagine how long it would take to do one paragraph of the way he talks, but you're writing an entire story with him...

Oh I love this question because I can answer it, lol sadlkjfsda

Okay so, Raphael's character is tough for me.

Normally I do a lot of dialogue research before starting to write a character in fanfiction and original fiction, but Raphael actually gets proportionately very few lines that really show his full emotional range (compared to say, Astarion), and he's got an incredibly specific way of talking that sounds similar to Astarion but at the same time is very different.

They share enough similarities (calling people darling and dear for example) that it's easy to fall into the trap of giving them the same 'voice.'

I find Astarion's voice a lot easier to 'get' and I feel like I can hear him better when I'm writing him. But Raphael I'm taking into emotional spaces we simply never see in the game, and then I have to really guess how he'd sound (like coming up with the idea that the theatricality vanishes when Raphael is genuinely panicking).

I ended up listening to a lot of interviews with Andrew Wincott, the Voice Actor for Raphael who is an incredible actor and extremely articulate. He was very clear in one of his interviews that one of the reasons he was selected to play Raphael was because, in part, he already sounded like him. Obviously there's differences / skill in changing cadence and more, but for the most part, Andrew Wincott uses similar vocabulary and talks in a similar manner to Raphael naturally, so I had an abundance of interviews that I could then listen to in order to get a feel for Raphael's voice. I picked the things that felt more 'Raphael' and added them to my dialogue notes.

I often have to go back and edit Raphael's dialogue. Sometimes it's very simple things, I had him say 'much more' in the chapter I'm editing right now, and I edited it to 'far more' because I think he'd just phrase it like that. Sometimes I expand a sentence into an entire paragraph.

I've also leaned a lot from Korilla's transcripts in the game, which have been super useful. They really cement, more than anything, how much he loves lullabies, nursery rhymes, children's tales and more.

HOW TO DO DIALOGUE RESEARCH:-

If you're new to dialogue research, it mostly involves listening to - and watching a character and then literally taking notes of how they talk. The things you observe are:

The tone of their voice - Fast or slow. Loud or soft. Musical or flat. Theatrical or matter-of-fact. High or low. Questioning or complete statements. Considered or hedging (i.e. very well constructed sentences, or a lot of pauses, ellipses, broken sentences). Rambling or concise.

How often they talk - Some characters actually say a lot with very little. Raphael is actually a lot of observation and facial expressions and eyebrow movements in between his dialogue. Little smirks, hand gestures and more. Do they interrupt or let people finish their sentences? Are they comfortable with silence? I find Raphael oscillates between long theatrical paragraphs, single sentences or words, and then a lot of silence. He's actually not very conversational, in that you can have a conversation with him, but I doubt he'd see the point of two hours of small-talk. (At this point you might be realising that dialogue research is also character research, how a character talks tells you so much about a character.)

The words (and metaphors/subjects) they use - This is a big one and I'm going to break this down a little bit more:

How they pause if they don't know what to say. Is it 'um' 'uh' 'ah' 'hm' 'mm' 'mn' or nothing at all (or something else) because they've mastered self-control over their dialogue? If Raphael says 'ah' he does so on purpose.

Filler words. Things like characters saying 'like' in a sentence. 'He was like, 'I can't believe it'' etc. This is very similar to how they pause, but it's the things people say to get from point A to point B. People who don't do this have often had training or think very hard about what they're going to say before they say it. But people say 'like' or 'and then' or 'well' or 'i realised that' or 'i thought that' etc. to carry them on. Some are more acceptable than others (people do just have realisations for example).

Profanity. How often do they swear, and how intentional is it? Some characters only swear when they get hurt or stub their toe or get angry. Some characters swear all the time for fun. Some characters only use some swear words and not others. Be specific. Be aware that some swear words are cultural! This includes blasphemy. In Faerun they use 'gods' and 'gods damn it' more often than we use 'god' or 'oh my god.'

Vulgarity. This is useful for Raphael (and Astarion) because he's very happy to be vulgar. This is like... how comfortable are they talking about sex, about sexual subjects, being crude, being seductive, flirtatious? And if they use it, do they use vulgarity to shock, seduce, scare, threaten, or for humour?

Salutations and farewells. How do they greet people? Silence? A calm hello? (A lot of greetings are omitted in dialogue but this is still good to know). How do they say hello, goodbye. How does that change between friends and enemies and strangers?

Single word sentences. This might sound weird, but sometimes when a character hears something that shocks them, or needs to acknowledge something, they may say anything from 'huh' to 'yeah' to 'fuck' to 'okay' to 'all right' to 'sure' to 'go on' to 'indeed' to just laughing out loud. The list goes on. Raphael is team 'indeed' lmao.

Sentence structure. Raphael's sentence structure is - when he's most comfortable - gently provoking, teasing, vaguely threatening, and makes liberal use of simile, metaphor, fairy tale, rhyme, sayings, colloquialisms and more. Raphael talks like someone who knows someone could quote him at any moment lmao. But from here, how a character structures their sentences can be helpful to know. Go back to 'the tone of their voice.' Those notes will give you an idea of structure.

Emotionality. How emotional are they? Do they have rage rants? Joyful giggling dialogue? Do they infodump with little emotion? Or with sheer excitement? Does their dialogue feel fake or real? Opaque or transparent? Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, and others will never be able to say 'I love you' in anything other than actions. Raphael's emotionality in dialogue is more present in his anger and irritation, and also when he feels triumphant and/or turned on.

The symbols, sayings, colloquialisms and metaphors themselves. Not all characters use these. But some people/characters will talk through analogies, colloquialisms. This is actually Raphael's biggest dialogue departure from Astarion, imho, aside from the fact that Astarion is a lot more emotional with his dialogue.

Take into account their culture, ethnicity, conceits, upbringing, education and the people they're close to:

This one is vital. Firstly, some people tend to 'absorb' elements of those around them. A person raised by affluent people will often 'sound affluent' and a person raised in poverty will often have dialogue that reflects this and if they don't there will be reasons for that. It might be a conceit (some people self-teach themselves different accents), it might be education, it might be training, it might be the subculture/s they've entered into, and so on.

~

When doing this research, you'll end up with a kind of master-list of actual words and probably some sentences you've written down, along with a lot of notes. You can also do this for any original characters you're making at all, you're just then making it up based on the character, and this research will also give in many ways the shape of the character.

It's a fun exercise and I highly recommend everyone tries it literally for people who don't exist and also observe your friends and family, and do a dialogue cheat sheet for some of them. It's pretty eye-opening! Even one page will teach you more than nothing at all. You can go deep and write many pages, or you can do what I do and keep it lean at 2 pages. Anyone who struggles with characterisation I suggest at least try this exercise, because anyone can put on a YouTube video and/or streaming service or even a favourite Tiktoker and start doing dialogue research! It's a way of building a character from the top down while also getting information about their foundations.

[doeeyeseddie]

hi pia i'm thinking about heart eyes diaz again so "15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly" spoke to me

frida my love! so true, it fits perfectly <3

[read on ao3]

When Bobby offered Eddie the spot on the 118, he fully intended for him to become Buck’s partner on the job. He picked him specifically for that, feeling like Eddie could be exactly the kind of person Buck needed to become the amazing firefighter he had the potential to be.

He also hoped they’d get along on a personal level too, obviously – his entire team is built on that hope. Eddie was supposed to fit with all of them, but Buck most of all.

Now, as he’s standing in the firehouse kitchen with a clear view of Eddie at the table, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Buck explaining something to Hen with big gestures across from him, Bobby can’t help but think that this all worked out much better than he could ever have hoped.

They’ve had their ups and downs – Buck and Eddie, yes, but all of them, really – but if that time a year or two where their team was splintering was good for anything, it was making it clear just how lucky they are to be working with this team. How lucky they are to have this family, at work and outside of it.

Eddie’s face is soft, almost tender, as he looks at Buck, who’s still focused on Hen.

It gives Bobby pause.

These two have had a special connection from nearly the beginning on, except for that short period where Buck’s irrational fear of being replaced translated to hostility. Since then, Bobby has watched them become friends, then best friends very quickly, and eventually, they grew into their own little family unit within their bigger family.

He’s aware of this, aware of how important they are to each other. How could he not? He’s seen them go through the worst and the best times together, seen them support each other, seen them grieve for each other.

He’s even seen this expression on Eddie’s face before, usually in flashes or from far away. Never as open and unguarded, so obviously full of love, without caring who sees it.

Bobby turns back to the food he’s preparing and can’t help thinking that maybe he’s missed one more layer of it after all.

So when, two weeks later, Bobby gets another up close look at the look on Eddie’s face while Buck is stumbling his way through an explanation for why they need disclosure of relationship forms, he’s not completely surprised.

“So we, uh, wanted to talk to you because– You see, Eddie and I, we sort of, um, realized recently,” Buck stammers, and all the while, Eddie smiles at the side of his face like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “That what we f-feel for each other, is, um–”

“Buck,” Bobby interrupts him gently. “Are you trying to tell me that the two of you are in a relationship?”

“Yes, he is,” Eddie says, and he’s still smiling at Buck, who doesn’t seem to have noticed. “We are.”

At that, Buck turns towards him and his face melts into a smile like he can’t help it. 

“Yeah,” he says, without looking away from Eddie.

Bobby watches them smile at each other for a minute, fondly, but eventually, he clears his throat.

Eddie blinks and turns to him first. “Um, sorry. So, what forms do we have to fill out? And is there anything else we need to do?”

“We– We know there’s a married couple working the same shift at the 139, so we’re good, right? We can keep working together?” Buck asks worriedly.

“I don’t see why not,” Bobby says. “I’ve got a whole stack of forms I can give you to take home with you, you can bring them back signed on your next shift. Apart from that, it’s up to my recommendation. If I find that you can’t work together with appropriate professionalism anymore, then I can recommend that one of you is moved to another station. But you’re not in the same chain of command and I assume that your feelings at least aren’t all that new, are they?”

“They’re not,” both of them say at almost the same time, then smile at each other again.

“Then I see no reason why you shouldn’t work just as well together now that you’re making it official,” Bobby says, and finally lets the captain act drop with a smile. “So you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “Yeah, Bobby, we’re so happy.”

Eddie reaches for his hand and Buck grips it tightly.

“Disgustingly so, if you believe Christopher,” Eddie grins, and Bobby laughs.

“Well, I’m really happy for you. You both deserve happiness, and looking at you right now – well, it just makes sense that you found it with each other.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Eddie says, eyes bright.

Bobby remembers him sitting in front of him like this, but alone, adrift, scared. He remembers how worried he was that he’d never be happy.

And Buck – how lost he used to feel, never aware of how loved he already was by the people in his life, always chasing after the idea he’d built up in his head.

Well, it kind of makes Bobby want to congratulate himself for pairing these two up.

A year later, while Bobby is recounting the story of Buck and Eddie from his view at their wedding reception, his eyes keep straying to the grooms.

Buck is watching him with teary eyes and a wobbly smile that makes Bobby choke up a little, but Eddie is looking at Buck. He’s wearing that same tender, lovesick expression Bobby has seen on his face so many times by now, and he finds himself hoping that the wedding photographer will capture it in one of their photos, because he’d like Buck to get a good look at it.

He knows that Buck knows that Eddie loves him, but knowing Buck, it wouldn’t hurt for him to see photographic evidence of the naked adoration on his new husband’s face.

But he shouldn’t have worried, because when Buck turns to look at Eddie, his expression doesn’t waver at all. Buck doesn’t seem surprised to see it, either, so clearly he’s not as oblivious as Bobby may have thought.

Good, he thinks. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, and better than he ever could have hoped.

He smiles and lifts his glass to finish his toast. “To Buck and Eddie. May you always look at each other the way you are right now.”

[unerhoerkt]

Immer nur Tischfußball wird ja irgendwann langweilig. Wie wäre es stattdessen mit einer Runde Strip-Poker fürs Teambuilding?

Prompt: Strip-Poker mit dem Team

[nutcasewithaknife]

For the WIP ask game: Legacies (Have we talked about this one before???) with snippets pls

Ahhh I don't think so! This is one of those where a few lines pop into the head at midnight and demand to have an entire fic written about them.

It's shaping up to be a character introspection sort of thing for Fang Duobing, set in a postcanon where nobody ever finds Li Lianhua again. It's sad and bittersweet and a bit hopeful, and maybe Di Feisheng will show up for a bit too.

Here's literally all I've written for it so far (it's barely more than a notepad scribble at the moment):

Li Lianhua leaves, but the stories of Li Xiangyi never do. It’s a fact that Fang Duobing finds heartwarming on the best of days and unbearable on the worst. There are few names famous or infamous enough to be uttered anywhere near Li Xiangyi’s. Sometimes it’s Shan Gudao and sometimes Qiao Wanmian. More rarely, it is Fang Duobing, the one Li Xiangyi named his successor and passed on Yangzhouman to. 

However, in the end, there is only one name still uttered with Li Xiangyi’s– Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng, Di Feisheng and Li Xiangyi. 

It is the only thing that's true about all these stories and legends; in life and in death, one way or another, they belonged with each other. Where did that leave Fang Duobing?

[dasloddl]

If Pia told me to do anything I’d simply just do it

[that1garrulousfan]

Part two: Pierre and his siblings

Dainty: I have a bad feeling about them.

Hyper: Pierre is so fun to hang out with! I hope he’s okay though- and Pico is such an amazing singer! Pia is talented at her craft and Piper is insanely smart!

Pierre, Pico, Pia and Piper belong to @daydreamer36