#truly ride or die

[artist-rat]

my sister finished her first bg3 run, here's evil gang reunion photo <333 (withers invented polaroid for the occasion idc)

[chronologically-challenged]

I think that the party's communication issues can be summed up as "man, is it awkward to tell someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with them if you've only know them for a few months? Probably."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

He's sensitive about that

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[n01r-kn1ght]

This is the most random fanart I’ve made on the whim

[buddie-buddie]

be the lightning in me (strike relentless)

co-writer: @princessfbi 6x12 coda - 1.3k - g - read on ao3

“You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to… allow yourself to feel it.”

“How do you feel about that?” The question’s been burning at the tip of Buck’s tongue since he first woke up, since he came out of the coma. Since he first saw the darkness hiding beneath Eddie’s relieved smile– lingering in his features, clinging to the shadows beneath his eyes and the stubble across his jaw. 

Ever since, the question’s been swimming in his mind, itching at his skin, begging to be asked. To be answered. 

Eddie sighs, suddenly very much occupied with trimming the crusts off of Christopher’s sandwich. “Buck–”

“No, I– I’m serious,” Buck presses. He has to know. He can’t bear it any longer. “E-Everyone keeps asking me how I feel. But who’s asking you?”

Eddie sets the knife down on the counter with a small huff. He walks over to the fridge, completely dodging the question. “You think Chris would rather have blueberries or grapes?”

“Grapes,” Buck doesn’t miss a beat. “Eddie.” Buck pushes because Eddie is the one person who pushes back and Buck doesn’t know why Eddie won’t even look at him. 

“Don’t ask me that, Buck.” 

It isn’t a request. 

Buck’s breath hitches, trapped somewhere in the back of his throat because it isn’t a request. It isn’t a command. It isn’t anything more than a raw, unfiltered plea from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest. 

Buck doesn’t move. Moving feels dangerous. Like he’s waiting for lightning to strike again, but instead of him, it’s Eddie up on that ladder. 

But he needs Eddie to push back. How else is Buck supposed to remember that any of this is real? 

“Why not?” He asks, just as raw. Just as much of a plea. Maybe even a little more desperate.  

There’s something unreadable in Eddie’s expression. His voice is quiet when he speaks, rough in a way it only ever gets when thick with emotion. “Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Then don’t.” He swallows around the dryness that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. “I died.” Saying it out loud, saying it seriously , for the first time makes his heart slam into his ribcage. 

“Yeah.” Eddie draws in a long, shaky breath, He scrubs his hand over his face, his chest rising and falling slowly. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. A moment Buck clings to because he’s starting to understand just how much can be missed in a moment. Eddie braces himself against the countertop, fists clenching so tight his knuckles turn white. “It felt like a part of me died, too.”

The push. Buck feels it as the words nudge against his chest and find their way in between his ribs. The words are frank, strong. But they feel like they could shatter any second anyway.  

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Buck holds his breath. “Pretend I don’t.”

“Because when your heart stopped so did mine.” Eddie says, brave and heartbroken all at once. His gaze cuts to Buck and it’s like being struck by lightning all over again. “I love you.”

Eddie’s never said that before. Not without man or dude tacked onto the end of it. And never with such a softness to it. Never with the words dripping with reverence. Never like this. It sends Buck into a tailspin, his chest squeezing and his heart pounding as he replays the three words over in his mind. His pulse hammers in his ears. 

“Eddie,” he breathes. 

Eddie’s chin trembles before he bites his cheek and looks away. “You were just hanging there and I– I couldn’t pull you up.” His voice breaks.

“I’m sorry.” The shaky edge to Buck’s voice wasn’t there a minute ago. 

The sound Eddie barks out is harsh and catches in his nose as he shakes his head. “You don’t—”

He stops himself with a hand to his mouth, pushing away the bite of his words. Eddie curls his arms around himself like he’s trying to hold himself from splitting in two and it makes something in Buck ache. 

“You don’t have to apologize for being struck by lightning, Buck,” Eddie says, softer, gentler but just as certain. There’s forgiveness in his eyes all the same. 

Buck rises from his barstool, walking around the island until he’s closed the distance between them. He reaches for Eddie’s hands, taking them in his own as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “And you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened to me.”

Eddie’s gaze drops and Buck knows what Eddie’s instincts were telling him. He knows because his own are screaming at him to do the same, begging himself to stop exposing the throbbing live wire of a nerve they’d bandaged and pretended wasn’t hurting. 

Eddie barely gets the space to swerve before Buck is grabbing onto the first thing he can reach. Eddie’s hips are warm and soft beneath the harsh fabric of his jeans, giving to the slight pressure of Buck’s fingertips as he holds on. 

Eddie swallows, trying to back away, but Buck follows because if he doesn’t, he doesn’t think he would be able to find this moment again. The counter keeps them pinned and Buck dips down to catch Eddie’s eyes again. 

“Eddie,” he breathes. He’s too close. Close enough that he can count the number of endless lashes framing those hazel eyes. Close enough he can see the heartache swimming behind them. The hope, too. “I’m right here.”

Eddie’s mouth trembles. “But you weren’t.”

“I know,” Buck says. He has the sore chest and the bruises and the lightning branded into his skin to prove it. 

“Three minutes, Buck,” Eddie says, his words wet and thick with emotion fighting to break free from his resolve. “For three minutes you weren’t here. And I-I-I can’t…”

“I love you,” Buck says. Pushes because maybe that’s what they both need. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales and Buck pushes again. “I love you, too.” The words roll off his tongue effortlessly, like they’ve been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Maybe they have been.

Eddie’s face twitches before he opens his eyes again. Strong, shaky fingers tangle in his t-shirt, holding him there like Eddie doesn’t want Buck to float away. 

Not even a hurricane could’ve made Buck move then. 

Eddie’s eyes shine as his fingers brush against Buck’s cheek. He touches him like he’s special, not like he’s fragile. Like he’s something precious. 

Buck presses his forehead against Eddie’s and a small breath from Eddie ghosts across Buck’s lips. The moment stretches between them like infinity and Buck breathes through the tension of it. 

“Please,” Buck manages, the word hanging between them in the space between their lips. 

Eddie kisses him and everything settles. The uncertainty snapping like static at the base of his spine softens and the low hum that’s been buzzing beneath Buck’s skin goes quiet. 

His blood sings as he melts into Eddie’s touch. 

A low sigh escapes his lips as Eddie pulls away too soon and Buck can’t help but chase after him. 

“I love you,” Buck murmurs. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of saying it, doesn’t think he’ll ever lose sight of the wonder that comes from being in love with Eddie and from being loved by Eddie in return. 

Eddie kisses him again and Buck’s breath hitches, warmth exploding behind his chest. He makes a tiny, contented noise in the back of his throat. He’s never felt more alive. 

Buck was dead, but Eddie brought him back. In more ways than one. 

Eddie breathes life into him in a way he hadn’t realized he so desperately needed, clinging to the inside of his lungs and permeating his soul on the deepest level. They’re two halves of one whole. 

Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and lets his lips ghost across Buck’s knuckles. And with that, the last of the ache in Buck’s chest ebbs away like the tide beneath a full moon, his heart called home to Eddie’s like waves to the sea.

[chatonlaveur]

WIP preview for the Hyrule-centric LU fan comic I've been working on in my free time 👀

I really want to work on this, but also I am very busy rn, so we'll see when I actually get it finished :,) But like since this is theoretically in part an art blog I thought I should probably post some art even if it is just a WIP like this.fi

[verdantdaises]

GUYS CHAPTER 2!! ITS OUT!!

This has been so much fun to write, so much fun to work with Inky and make something we are really proud of :’) thank you for all the support, I’ve never done a writing collab with anyone so I’m just really happy ✨💕

WARNING!! ‼️ 18+ so read at ur own discretion, don’t like don’t read that’s fine aha I’m just warning u here upfront

ART FOR THIS CHAPTER!! (AHHH)

[blupengu]

I don’t think I’ve seen these posted here yet, so I feel obligated to share my favorite interaction in the whole game

[aprito]

love @simplelations's Hope Springs Eternal and this scene in particular

[red-elric]

beta kids really are such a ride or die squad ugh like they all like each other so much. 'there is no dave vs john thing' 'rose is my friend she just sent me the code for her crystal ball' like theres no hesitation!!!!! theyre friends they get annoyed w each other but never really MAD. dave will get pissed at rose for deep diving into his psyche and uncovering things he doesnt wanna think about and then hell continue texting her about his dreams. john loses his shit and is generally really annoying around jade and shes just like 'john are you okay' rose tears apart johns house and hes just like 'do u see the problem here.' but its all just jokes :,) rose has a little teen angst about everyone but when they force her to talk to them she makes jokes about her grimdarkness to make them feel a little better. like ahhh theyre besties in ways the trolls (alternian and beforus both) and the alphas really are not ❤️

[baradragon]

ive been on tumblr for nearly 11 years oh its so painful

[annadelveys]

1/ no invite = not going: i mean good you weren't invited. unless you want to crash the party which actually is fun

2/ last minute invite = not going: ok that sounds very stupid to me especially since were all adults here. sometimes you dont talk to someone for 5 years and then you run into them and its nice and you're happy about it so you go "by the way I'm having a birthday party on Friday, are you free? do you want to come?" i don't think anything weird or offensive about that & were in this situation many times before

3/ no contact on the date = not going: makes sense probably only if its the first date? if its a party then you just might be stupid.

[cakepoppresent]

Need To Heal 1

It's been a week since that eventful graduation party. Veronica has blocked Vaughn on all socials, but that doesn't stop him from trying. She deletes all the messages he sends through unknown numbers. She feels used, stupid and gullible She thought they had something

Luna: Veronica?

Veronica: I'm fine Luna. I'm okay

Luna: Are you sure? I...feel horrible about everything that went down

Veronica: Don't be. It's not your fault he was a lying asshole

Luna: Still...I'm sorry you had to deal with that

Veronica: I just feel like...I wasted my time you know? When he first approached me I knew he wasn't serious. I don't know when that changed but it did and it blew up in my face

Luna: You love him?

Veronica: I dunno...I don't even want to think about him anymore. I just feel so fucking stupid. I thought we had something, Luna. I really liked him he made me feel so safe and now I'm stuck here with these feelings and I don't know what to do

Luna: Let's get out of the city to clear your mind. This is the worst place to be

Veronica: Leave the city? Like running away?

Luna: More like taking a breather. We won't be coming back here in the Fall. We can find a new place that Vaughn doesn't know and we'll act like he doesn't exist

Veronica: ...Okay that sounds good. Let's go to The Bay

Luna: Perfect. It's going to be okay

Luna pulls Veronica into a tight hug. They stay like that for a minute, and Veronica feels her stress and disappointment slowly disappear. This week has been hard but being around her friends has made it a little easier. She knows it's going to be okay

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[cas-poisoning]

dean vs cas who fumbled more

[blitzbuckz]

// is it positivity hours ?! YOU ARE AMAZING AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU!! An amazing writer!

-BUT I'M JUST A LIL' IMP AND YOU ARE MY GOD!!!!!

[dramarants]

do ha going on a murderous rampage with no hesitation to the point of being prepared to off a child not even 24 hours into his marriage with his enemy and all to protect her is the most romantic heart fluttering swoon worthy deranged shit i've seen in a while ❤️