#pls be nice to the fox

[crazy-fangirl2524]

The setting sun was illuminating Andrew’s golden strands like a halo, highlighting his profile. Simultaneously, the sunset painted the sky with pink and purple and Neil who just recently got into photography wanted nothing more to capture this. With a cigarette in his hand, Andrew was nothing short of a masterpiece and Neil had to remind himself to breathe.

He ran inside their apartment and frantically searched for his camera and ran back out to the balcony where Andrew had turned towards him.

Neil answered his unasked question, “I want to capture the view.”

Andrew stubbed his cigarettes and started to head back inside.

“No,” Neil’s hand snagged onto Andrew’s palmetto hoodie, Neil’s hoodie to be exact. “The view.” He emphasised and pulled Andrew back to his original spot. It really showed how far they had come when Andrew wordlessly went back to where he was standing.

Andrew stood facing Neil with his blank face. Neil took a couple of pictures before asking Andrew to stand the way he was standing before. Rolling his eyes, Andrew turned his back towards Neil again. Neil’s hoodie was already oversize but Neil swore he could see Andrew’s back muscles outlined against his hoodie.

“Are you satisfied?” Andrew turned his head towards Neil once again. Neil had the wildest thought that maybe it was Andrew’s jawline that cut all those scars into him. If only.

With his hair highlighted by the sun and the pink and purple background, one of the cats had hoped onto the balcony and Andrew petting King, Neil captured the perfect photo.

“Perfectly,” Neil grins, he walked towards his masterpiece and wrapped his arms around Andrew’s shoulders. They stood on their balcony, in their apartment with their cats and Andrew in Neil’s hoodie and arms, and watched as the sun finally sank behind the horizon. The pink and purple had disappeared and gold that could never rival Andrew’s hair painted the sky. Neil never really looked at the sky but now he could not stop.

Beautiful, Neil thought, admiring the sky for another second before dropping a kiss to Andrew’s hair.

[cherbearsz]

sonic movie 3 has the opportunity to do the coolest fucking thing ever if they adapt tails and eggman's sa2 story/conflict/foil thing by making it tails vs agent stone. you've got two sidekicks who derive(d) so much of their purpose and self-worth from a central figure in their lives, and with robotnik dead, stone is seeking to preserve his hero's legacy even in the midst of his grief. but stone sees tails, this annoyingly tech-savvy kid who constantly foils his schemes alongside sonic, the person stone holds responsible for killing robotnik - and stone sees painful reminders of how much he desired to be by robotnik's side. so his plan to enact revenge becomes twofold - crush sonic beneath his foot, and crumble the esteem and newfound family of a fox kit who has everything stone never got to have. it'd make the final tails stage in sa2 even more impactful because of those narrative additions, where similar to the agent, tails fights for his brother even though sonic is presumably gone - but with a heart of sky rather than a heart of stone.

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)

[uhhrellys]

🧡

[captainhappyclaws]

Evan "Buck" Buckley bisexual (headcanon)

Screenshot from:

9-1-1: Lone Star. Season 2, episode 3

Edit by me :p

[roy-kents]

in a flash

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his brain didn't register the sensation of his body smashing into the asphalt, nor did it alert him to the chaos it sent his team into. no, his brain had a much bigger agenda to attend to. his vision turned white as searing pain made him breathless for a milisecond, before he allowed the darkness to consume him whole.

(or: buck has a near death experience, ruminates on the past, and thinks about his future.)

spoilers for 6x11! tw for mentions of canon-typical injury!

they say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. a highlight reel, showing you all the key moments that defined your time. nobody remembers their 7th birthday or what they had for lunch on the third tuesday of their thirty-second year. it’s the big things, that’s what buck always thought.

until lightning struck.

lightning struck, and suddenly buck was weightless, flying through the air. in the three or four seconds it took for him to hit the ground, he wasn’t afraid. he didn’t feel paralyzing fear about what he did say or what he didn’t. instead, he was overcome with a strong sense of calm. like nothing was wrong. like his life wasn’t ending. it’s funny, isn’t it? the way minds work?

his brain didn't register the sensation of his body smashing into the asphalt, nor did it alert him to the chaos it sent his team into. no, his brain had a much bigger agenda to attend to. his vision turned white as searing pain made him breathless for a milisecond, before he allowed the darkness to consume him whole.

memories swirl in his mind in flashes, his childhood giving him nothing really tangible to hold onto. he smells fresh pine and tastes the summer rain and hears maddie calling his name oh so sweetly, evan falling like music from her lips. flashing forward to his teenage years and he hears his mom sighing, his name coming from her lips feeling more like daggers. he smells his dad's overpriced cologne which seemed to permeate every crevice in the house, and thanks god he threw away the bottle he got for christmas during his fifteenth year.

early adulthood crashes over him like the waves used to hit the beach in peru next to the bar where he worked. he tastes the salt air on his tongue and feels the sand slipping through his fingers and wonders how to get the feeling back. he longs for things to be that simple again, and the yearning burns hot right in his chest, front and centre.

suddenly, the burning intensifies and feels like it's trying to split him open. he opens his mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. sound dulls out and he can't feel anything, and he fears that just like the sand all those years ago on his favourite beach, time is slipping too fast through his fingers. he almost gives in, almost decides to lean into the inky abyss set out before him, when—

you can have my back any day.

for the first time in what could be a minute or a second or even an hour, buck has something tangible to hold onto. he has something to ground him, something to tether him to reality. he hangs onto the words for dear life, holding them as close to himself as he possibly can. they’re weighty in his hands, full of promise and meaning that he can’t quite put his finger on and they feel like they fit. they feel like they belong to him, like he should be holding them.

sometimes a few choice words can be the life raft that gets you home.

his sternum is ablaze once again, knocking the air from out of his lungs and forcing him to his knees. he curls his fingers and his toes, mouth open in a soundless cry.

there’s nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you.

oh. it hits buck in an instant. eddie. he needs eddie. eddie’s always been the one to keep his head screwed on properly, making sure he’s thinking rationally. eddie’s always been his anchor and his saviour and his best friend and his partner all rolled into one, and buck’s overcome with the need to tell him. he swallows past the fire raging in his throat, clambering to his feet and looking for a way out. looking for a way to get to eddie. he opens his mouth to yell. once.

because, evan.

he opens his mouth a second time, sucking down gulps of air like he’s trying to consume all of the oxygen on the planet, simultaneously both smothering and stoking the fire raging inside.

you act like you’re expendable.

he feels like he’s getting somewhere, like maybe he’s getting closer to the surface of…wherever he is. he needs to find eddie. he needs to—

but you’re wrong.

-

buck loses time then, and he’s unsure how long’s passed before he comes back to his senses. his fingers twitch, and his left hand scratches against cold cotton, while his right curls around a warm mass. there’s the sound of metal scratching against linoleum, heightening the pounding in buck’s head and forcing him to fight the urge to vomit. he thinks he must make a noise, but is quickly soothed by a gentle touch to his cheek.

“buck? can you hear me?” eddie asks quietly, almost reverently, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening. buck thinks he manages to choke out a moan, his fingers curling around eddie’s once more. he hears a quiet, choked-off sob before he attempts to open his eyes the first time. he’s almost blinded by the harsh white light, immediately closing his eyes again. he swallows hard, opening his eyes a second time, his blurry vision landing on the tiled ceiling. he blinks a couple of times, clearing his vision as his senses come back to him slowly. he hears a choked off sob to his right, and he musters up the energy to roll his head to the side, locking eyes with a teary-eyed eddie. he wets his lips, managing to choke out a croaky “hey.”

eddie smiles at buck warmly, and the last piece of the puzzle slots into place, eddie looking at buck just as he always had. like he understood what he was trying to say without him needing to utter a single word. like he was well aware of just how buck felt. like he saw buck - all of the good, all of the bad, and that he loved him all the same.

to be seen.

to be found.

isn’t that what we’re all searching for?

buck’s fingers curl once again around eddie’s, a solemn promise he can’t yet put words to. a confession and an oath all in one. as his eyes begin to feel heavy once again, he knows he’ll look back on this day fondly. he knows this is the moment he’ll tell his kids about — about how his entire life changed, how his perspective shifted, and it all happened in a flash.

[outoftheburninghouse]

you won't ever be alone (wait for me to come home)

[inkykeiji]

Honestly lets all just pretend the whole tomura thing didnt happen lmao (i am)

uGH i am trying so hard to just,, split him into the tomura that didn’t know and the tenko that does know, and then just kinda disregard the tenko in his entirety. i just want the tomura that was blissfully unaware!!! give me bratty entitled nihilistic tomu!!! >.< i’m still super disappointed with the whole thing ._.

@ hori: i understand what you’re saying and your comments are valuable, but i am choosing to ignore your narrative choice. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

[batqueers]

happy big age 🎉

[smallest-moon]

still thinking about how alhaitham was sounding super sweet to kaveh after he destroyed the diadem and then he just fuckinG RUINED IT 😭

[claudiaeparvier]

I’m watching Law and Order: Criminal Intent and Daniel Molloy just showed up??????????????

[fanaticallyfleeky]

Solicitude

Buck x Eddie | wc: 5.7K

“So, do you want to share what’s going on in that big head of yours?” Eddie asks, sitting down on the couch, placing two mugs of tea on the coffee table. Chris had gone to bed and it was just the two of them left. Buck was still looking at the papers in his hands like they could burst into flames any minute now.

“I— I’m not quite sure, to be honest,” Buck looks up and for a second he looks genuinely scared as if he was waiting for a bomb to explode. “You’re not— you’re not mad?” he asks and Eddie nearly chokes on his scalding hot tea.

“Why exactly would I be mad?” he wheezes.

Buck shoots a pointed look at the papers in his hands and then back at Eddie, “I don’t know if you missed the memo, Eds, but your son handed me his adoption papers tonight.”

And Eddie thinks it was supposed to come out humorous, but that mark is completely missed when Buck’s voice cracks on the last words.

“Yeah, I know. He came to me a few weeks ago with this idea,” Eddie eyes Buck suspiciously.

Eddie had thought Buck would be overjoyed, crying maybe even, because Buck is nothing but an emotional wreck on good days. He had looked happy when Chris presented him with the envelope and had nearly crushed him in a hug. Now, he looked like he was about two seconds away from execution.

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[eddiewithcat]

ok ao3 writers u absolute geniuses we need allll the buddie poker date fics to help get us through this silly hiatus 

pls.

[sunfoxen]

Finally started watching Moon Knight and I've been binging it all and episode 5 just...broke my heart a bit...

[cerealbishh]

"Hey, you're... Shred, right?"

"Hey. Oh! Yeah! Hi! Nice to meet you. Are you the, um, 'hot vet'?"

"No, we say that behind her back."

"Yeah."

"Oh, god! I'm so sorry! If that came off as disrespectful, I'll retract it and say you are in no way hot."

"Doctor Summers. I don't wanna embarrass you but I am a huge winter sports fan, and I saw you at the X Games in Whistler."