#the usual

[fruitypieq]

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

[aipurjopa]

this program creates a world that is destined to be destroyed over and over and over again

flat colors ^ — ^

[green199213]

gravity falls from the last month mostly stans

[mintofhtagn]

listen to Blacksnake by Charming Disaster (very arasol band) and youll get what gothic ghosty western vibes manifested a random cowboy au in my head

[youchangedmedestiel]

You know Cas probably learned how it feels to be touched gently from Dean.

[alicornze7]

I'm back at it again

bonus (inspired by a note):

this is true love y'all

[oakt733]

Can I has cigarette?

[dollopole]

Me, the entire day: 😒😐😪🙄

Me, when Merthur: ☺️🥰🫠✨

Also, consider this:

Arthur, the entire day: 😒😐😪🙄

Arthur, whenever he sees Merlin: ☺️🥰🫠✨

[ok-pop-1]

a day by gut check rock

[spotsandsocks]

A Place for You, Next to Me Chapt 1 and 2

Buck finds out that Eddie doesn’t really ‘do’ birthdays so what’s a best friend supposed to do, obviously he can’t let Eddie think he doesn't care. So he makes a plan to celebrate and it’s a good plan, it really is and is it really his fault if one little thing goes wrong with their booking.

It’s certainly not his fault that Eddie’s reaction to the unexpected problem would turn a pleasant weekend away into an agony of temptation.

A tale of pining and love and only one bed.

Fans of only one bed shenanigans - this one’s for you.🥹🌈🛏️🎂🛏️🥃🥃🥃🛏️🤯😍🌈❤️‍🔥 Chapt 1&2 today 3&4 tomorrow 💕

Now I was half way though writing this when @bobbysfirehose posted this stunning piece of art that blew my mind away (all their art is magnificent btw so go check out and shower with love) and with permission I tried to describe the pose towards at the end of the fic because it was just perfect for the situation, so you have a nice visual to go along with the words.

Eddie hadn’t expected any reaction at all, least of all the one he’s getting. Standing in his kitchen he watches Buck process the information he just casually mentioned as part of thier conversation about Chris’ next birthday.

“Are you serious?” 

His best friend is standing there with his mouth hanging open, eyes wide, a puzzled frown on his brow, it’s adorable and amusing and God he loves this man so much. Eddie however is wise enough to look away and keep the sentiment out of his voice.

“Yes I’m serious, Buck. I’ve never done anything special to celebrate any of my birthdays.”

If anything that simple statement makes matters worse, Buck's mouth opens and shuts. He looks like a goldfish, apparently he’s managed to render him speechless and that’s quite an impressive feat.

Eddie takes another sip of beer to hide his smile as Buck flounders. The other man is looking horrified, “Your 15th? That’s special right?”

He shrugs. “Dad was away. We did some stuff at church, nothing big. I got a cake.”

“What about 18?  Or or your 21st?” 

He throws Buck a raised eyebrow, “Think about that for a second.”

A pained look crosses his friend’s face “Oh.” Then his nose crinkles “ Oh.. I don’t think I want to.”

Buck sounds upset. Eddie can just imagine what he’s thinking, how he’s comparing the life that he himself had between 16 and 21 with the one Eddie had. The tragic sympathy emanating out of sad pools of blue is a bit much though, it really wasn’t that bad. Yeah, he didn’t get a lot of time to be young but that’s ok he got other stuff instead. He ended up with the best kid in the world so he can’t really complain about missing birthday celebrations. 

“You don’t have to feel sorry for me, so my life’s been a bit different than yours, but that’s ok . Still got cake, even got a balloon once.” 

His joke falls flat, Buck looks devastated .

“Honestly, all completely normal, I promise, don’t freak out on me.”

He moves around him heading back to the couch and if he touches his arm on the way past, well it’s a tight space to squeeze through. Buck’s own fault really, for filling so much of it. His friend's voice follows him out of the kitchen. 

“But nothing since you got old?”

Eddie turns just so Buck can appreciate the eye roll, “I'm not exactly old Buck, I’m the same age as you.”

“Are we sure about that?” 

Abruptly Buck’s mood shifts and he’s teasing, humour replacing the tragic look that had been there only seconds ago.

“You do kinda look older than me. Pretty sure I spotted some gray hairs on you the other day.”

Eddie glares and throws a handy cushion without aiming. Buck catches it easily and grins, before taking another swig of beer. Eddie tries not to watch his lips or his throat too closely.

[theotherbuckley]

There’s a storm passing through LA and Buck is slightly jittery but does a good job as passing it off as nothing. He says he’s fine and Tommy lets it go when he asks. He just makes sure to hold his boyfriend extra tight when they fall asleep that night.

Buck wakes up at 2am in a cold sweat, thunder crackling outside. He rips himself out of Tommy’s hold, frantically searching for his phone. Tommy wakes up abruptly and he tries to ask him what’s wrong but he just picks up his phone with shaky hands and sends a text message.

Not 2 minutes later there’s the ding of a response and Buck stops shaking and breathes out a sigh of relief before turning to Tommy and burying himself into the groove of his neck. Tommy just holds him until they fall asleep again.

When Tommy asks about it later Buck tells him that he had to text Bobby and make sure he was alive. He tells Tommy about his dream and about how he needs to make sure the world is real sometimes and how immediately after Tommy kissed him the first time he’d picked up his phone and asked Bobby if he was alive.

[brainz4sale]

idk if I wanna be him or be inside him

[samssims]

Nina Caliente supremacy ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

[must-be-mr-boggins]

It’s 12am, I’ve had one (1) glass of wine, and I’m obsessed with how Thorin follows Bilbo’s movements in this moment.

[dear-ao3]

I FINALLY REALIZED WHY THIS BLOG SEEMS SO UNCANNILY FAMILAR

ITS BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE A GOD DAMN SITCOM

WHY ARE YOU TWO LIVING OUT A SITCOM???

(/lh /pos)

man if you think this is a sit com you should come hang out in my apartment for a few hours on a weeknight