#the trip and trap

[seanchaidh7]

"Thought you should know what you're missing out on." - Henry 💋

Inspired by @kiwiana-writes 's perfect fic I don't know if I should go with XX Pro or Valencia featuring a tipsy vodka fueled Henry and his hot little whoopsie thirst trap

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well i had the brief thought “what about an ER nurse Eddie au?” and then this popped fully formed into existence so fuck it Friday pt 2.. warnings for smoking and vague references to critically injured kids

“That doesn’t seem very healthy.”

Smoke curls up from the cigarette held loosely in Eddie’s hand. “It’s not, particularly.”

Buck’s hands are in his pockets as he strolls away from the glass doors out into the ambulance bay where Eddie is doing the mature, professional equivalent of playing hide and seek. He comes to a stop barely a foot or two away from where Eddie leans against grimy concrete. “Didn’t know you were a smoker.”

“I’m not,” Eddie sighs, “Particularly.” He looks over Buck’s face as he takes a drag, cataloging bruises and cuts. He hadn’t been the one to look him over before he was discharged, probably because he was out here avoiding having to do so. “Only when it’s- only after the bad shifts.” And only once a month, even if the bad shifts come again and again. He bought this pack in January, it’s stale as shit.

Buck’s eyes follow the smoke as it drifts skyward. “Rough one today?”

Eddie thinks he probably doesn’t have to explain to Buck that it’s sometimes better when a kid is dead on arrival so he doesn’t have to try his best to administer care he knows will be useless. He doesn’t have to explain a day where nothing goes right and he loses more people than he can save and he still has to walk away from someone’s parent or wife or sister, left behind forever in a waiting room on the worst day of their life, and go on to lose the next person too. Doesn’t have to explain why he’s out here, and not in there. “Mm. We’ve got this repeat customer, always hate to have him back.”

Buck’s eyes flick to his face before they settle somewhere around his elbow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. I worry about him. He’s here too often.”

Buck doesn’t look up. “What was he in for this time?”

“Minor concussion. Bruising. Lacerations.” Eddie sucks cancer into his lungs. “Heard a house fell on him.” Exhales it into the night.

Buck does look up this time, eyes a darker blue out here in the shadows. “Part of a house. Just a staircase and the- like, the balcony, really.”

“Maybe he should stay away from those.”

“From houses?” Buck asks, half his mouth twitching into a smile.

Eddie rests his head on the wall behind him. “Guess that’s not really practical.”

“No.” Buck is quiet for a moment, one hand slipping out of his pocket and running through his hair. Eddie wonders what he looks like, when he’s not here. He’s more styled, sometimes, when things aren’t very bad. He wonders if he’s usually all gelled up and neat. Eddie kind of likes the loose curls. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Making your day worse.” Buck looks genuinely apologetic, and Eddie shakes his head.

“The guy made it out okay this time.” Buck is just close enough that Eddie can kick at his boot with his sensible orthopedic sneaker. “You didn’t even need stitches.”

“That’s good.” Eddie’s left foot is pressed along the inside of Buck’s right, and Buck is staring down at them. “His favorite nurse was on break. I would have missed you if someone else had to do them.”

Eddie laughs, just a few bursts of soundless oxygen. “You gotta find new ways to see me before something happens that I can’t fix.”

Buck moves, taking the few steps necessary to lean against the wall beside him. Carefully, he takes the cigarette from Eddie’s hand, holds it between two of his own fingers, and takes a drag. Eddie watches it happen like he’s monitoring somebody’s pulse ox, and when Buck coughs he laughs again, louder this time. “Fuck,” Buck says, laughing too. “Thought that would be cooler than it was.”

“Smoking isn’t cool, firefighter Buckley,” Eddie says, taking the cigarette back and pulling from it again between smiling lips.

“Hm,” Buck says, grinning out into the night. Then he sighs, and rolls his head along the concrete to look at Eddie. “I think there’s nothing you can’t fix.”

They’re very close. “There’s lots I can’t fix.”

Buck shrugs like he disagrees. “I also think I’d like to find other ways to see you.”

Buck’s eyes are even more in shadow at this angle, and they’re the color of the lake back in El Paso that he and a bunch of kids went to after graduation, drunk off beer somebody’s cousin got for them, skinny dipping with breathless terrified delight under bright constellations. “Then ask me.”

Buck inhales as Eddie exhales. “What time’s your shift end?”

“5:30 AM. So, probably 6:15.”

Buck traces the two fingers he’d used to hold the cigarette down Eddie’s arm. “You wanna get breakfast with me?”

“Yes. I would.”

Buck smiles, and Eddie snubs out the cigarette on the wall between them. “I’ll meet you here?”

“Alright.” He takes a step forward, then a step to the right so he’s standing in front of Buck. “Two hours.”

“Uh huh.”

He should really get back inside. They’re understaffed, as always, and there are too many patients, as always, and not enough beds, as always. “See you then.” He doesn’t make any move to leave.

“See you then,” Buck almost whispers. He leans forward, and Eddie still doesn’t move, so he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth for just a moment. His lips are warm. Eddie hadn’t noticed it was cold outside.

Buck pulls back and leans against the wall again. Eddie smiles, puts a hand in his pocket, and walks back toward the doors.

[invisible-pink-toast]

interactions / relationships that i was waaay too captivated by growing up that i honestly can't believe i ever thought i was straight

+bonus definitely not a ship thing but also i think these awakened something in me

[isbergillustration]

Starting to grow into its containment, the distinction between tubes and wires and veins fading, fusing with its environment

[deadlyspikelover]

heeeyy bloodborners.. are you out there... some heavily edited sketches DONT MIND THE ENTIRE PAGE OF LAURENCE he's one of my least favorite bosses (unlike maria and amelia who are perfect and can do no wrong <3) and one of my favorite characters 👾 very intriguing fellow he needs to be studied

[pop-art-sixties-seventies]

Doug Dillard, LSD Trip or Trap, 1969

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Bro: Today my little brother asked me why thrift stores have so many crutches and walking boots. I told him that since volunteers don't get paid they have to pick off slow and injured customers to cannibalize for their survival. Not sure what this means for my immortal soul yet but I'll keep yall posted

[doberbutts]

I would feel bad for the mice that get caught in my traps if it were not for the fact that I have now killed 3 in the span of 2 hours to the same trap. I feel like if you keep sending members of your family out to forage for food and they keep going "ooo! Yummy peanut butter :)" to the same very obvious trap in the same location, at some point that's kind of on you.

So now my reaction to walking into the room and seeing the exact same trap with yet another mouse inside is "...idiot" instead of "poor thing".

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Thanks for tagging me @artsyunderstudy, @monbons, @prettygoododds, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @mooncello! I’m really looking forward to catching up with all the WIPs and reading these chapters as they drop!

I haven’t done too much writing since Sunday, so I’ll just throw out these few lines that I wrote a couple of minutes ago in Field Trap, Simon pov:

Baz sucks on the side of his thumb and I have to look down at the platter between us to stop myself from jumping on him. It’s a familiar feeling, but I used to think it was hatred that was bubbling up under my skin every time I glanced at him. I thought it was righteous anger driving me to get my hands on him at all costs, compelling me to push and pull at him. I wanted to drag him to the ground and shove my face in his, pinning his body with the weight of my own.

Merlin, I’m an idiot.

Yes, you are, Simon 😜 Enjoy the rest of the week, everyone!

No pressure tags to @rimeswithpurple @valeffelees @nausikaaa @thewholelemon @roomwithanopenfire @cutestkilla @iamamythologicalcreature @aristocratic-otter @stitchyqueer @letraspal @raenestee @imagineacoolusername @ileadacharmedlife @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @palimpsessed @nightimedreamersworld @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @facewithoutheart @bookish-bogwitch @forabeatofadrum @youarenevertooold @confused-bi-queer @orange-peony @supercutedinosaurs @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @ivelovedhimthroughworse @c0nsumemy5oul @skeedelvee @whogaveyoupermission @sailorblossoms @onepintobean @papierhaikuphoto @larkral @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists @cows4247 @aceumbrellaheroes @asocialpessimist @beastmonstertitan @tender-ministrations @stardustasincocaine @ic3-que3n @hertragedyconnoisseur

[ardentpoop]

[gaysgrave]

Close ups below, and a video of a slide-y thingy

This is my third attempt to post this because Tumblr hated me 😩😭

[taibhsearachd]

Got an X-ray and it came back with nothing abnormal, and for a little while after that I kind of wanted to die because I am just so tired of pursuing doctors for diagnoses.

Okay, so my bones are fine. I still can't walk half the time. The times when I can walk, I am carefully measuring steps and every twinge of pain to tell how much more I get to walk, and whether I'm going to be able to get to the bathroom when I need to. I hate this I hate this I hate this.

Pushing for a referral to a podiatrist, but I am genuinely so sick of meeting new doctors and hoping they don't just tell me to lose weight and hoping they take me seriously and I just. I just want to be able to clean my house again?

[beebfreeb]

favorite ghs artist also has a conlang ? my day is made ??

I even have multiple.

[the-mountain-flower]

At Wind Cave National Park in South Dakota, and said Wind Cave heavily reminds me of the Singing Caves (by @comicaurora)

[honeysickledream]

| SFW [minors and ageless blogs still DNI], American!Reader, GN!Reader, inspired by my commute twice a week | can't stop thinking about Soap tagging along for your commute because surely it's not that bad. Only for him to realize that yes it is that bad. It started out great: he two of you had gotten out of the city limits relatively quickly, the controlled access highway left behind for intersections where thru-traffic doesn't stop. Nothing but flat countryside and farmland on either side of the road. Sometimes the mobile irrigators would turn on, or you'd spot a harvester doing its thing. The occasional asshole drive sped by going twenty, even thirty miles over the posted speed limit, but you and Soap paid them no mind and continued to ride your own ride for the longest, snacking and laughing over the music.

Then the small amount of traffic ahead of you all slammed on their breaks as a small town's 'Welcome' sign came into view. Soap was about to ask why everyone suddenly slowed when he saw it. The 65MPH sign with a 45 MPH about two one-thousand counts behind it. It felt like a going at a snail's pace, your foot working to keep the car going at exactly 45MPH. You had to explain to him that 'speed trap towns' get most of their revenue from writing tickets based off the sudden drop in posted speed, and that while it's not entirely legal to do so, hardly anyone seems to want to change it.