#whyyyyyy did he say that

[nomilatico]

Don’t ask a Convex truther what happened on TwitchConSD Day2

MCC Twitch Rivals SanDiego skins were sooo cute!

Credits to: @/Cyburic for Cub’s Cyan Coyote skin || @/spacebr0wnies for Scar’s Lime Llama skin! So adorbzies

[kuiinncedes]

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[4giorno]

VAGUE LEAK WARNING :( okay the tall ladies look the best and they look 😍, the only guy of the whole nation apparently is mixed for me his hair and face are perfection but im not in love with the clothes

[fingertipsmp3]

So currently my problem is that I don't know how to do my homework so I end up copying the code of people who did it correctly. But then I'm like "are my instructors going to notice and be mad" so I fuck up the code a bit so that it's less obvious. And then it breaks

[nishloves]

drunk; kim mingyu

mingyu x reader // words : 1k approx. genre : teeth-rotting fluff. warnings : too many kisses and life cycle of malaria, very slightly jealous gyu too // unedited.

you stumbled as you spilled water on your shirt, a dopey smile on your face as you tried to close the recyclable plastic bottle- only to turn the cap in wrong direction and dropping the cap in the process.

"shit-" you giggled as mingyu stared up at you, his eyes wide like saucers as his mouth fell agape on your ministerings.

"are you alright?" he asked, his eyes on your wet shirt as he looked up at you quizzically.

"mingyu~" you whined, a grin on your face as you stagger towards him, a stumble in your unbalanced steps as you tripped; mingyu was fast on his feet, his arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you on his lap while you giggled, making his lips quirk up in a smile too.

"are you drunk?" he laughed as you squished his face between your hands, you lips making a pout as you attached your lips with his, "mwah!"

"why do i think that you're drunk?"

"pak pak pakak!"

his eyebrows shot up in amusement as a huge laughter bellowed out of his chest, his eyes lining with tears as he endearingly laughed on your quite accurate representation of a hen.

"hehe~" you giggled as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"i don't smell any alcohol on you though-" mingyu said, tucking back a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"i am not drunk- that's whyyyyyy," you whispered in his ears.

"it sure doesn't seem like that-"

"won't you believe me?" you pouted, your eyes crinkling up in a perfect puppy eyes as mingyu cooed at you, nuzzling your nose with his, "i believe you."

"as you should!" you grinned up at him, "i am just very happy- i get like this when i am happy."

"what made you so happy then?" mingyu asked, his eyes soft as he admired your face, his heart beating at a rapid pace as he noticed just how close you are to him; mingyu had heard that sometimes you did get extremely silly and almost in a drunken like state when you were extremely happy and it was so contrasting to your normal calm personality that mingyu couldn't help but dote on you- at every given second.

"just-" you started saying but stopped, your brows scrunched up as you leaned in and connected his lips with yours for a short kiss again, your silly smile returning back to your face as you continued, "just because i am happy!"

"you are?" he asked, caressing your cheek.

"yes, i am! and oh! do you know the life cycle of plasmodium vivax?"

"life cycle of what-"

you rolled up your sleeves and puckered your lips, coughing to switch to your singing voice as you started, "when a mosquito bites a human! ow ow, she spits sporozoites in his blood! ew ew! then the little rascals travel up to our liver cells and multiiiiply till our cell bursts!"

"bursts!?"

"oh yeah! then they travel up to our rbcs~ travel yeah! reproducing asexually to bursts our blood cell so that we get a fever!"

"reproduce in our blood!?"

"mhm! and when the female mosquito bite bites us- fertilization take place in her intestines!"

"this isn't rhyming."

"then she bites us again and dun dun! you have malaria!"

"i love you," he said, his eyes soft as he stared at you, a genuine smile lacing his lips.

your lips froze as you grin up at him, engulfing him in your hug and squirming in his lap you said, "i love you too~", it seemed as if your senses had returned after his sweet confession and now heat rose to your neck and cheeks as you melted in his touch, hiding your face in his chest as you murmur, "sorry- sorry if i was being annoying."

when mingyu had not replied for a few seconds you looked up at him, a frown evident on his face as he looked away from you, "you would never annoy me."

"then why are you upset?" you asked as you tilted his face towards you; his face still in a pout and a frown as he sighed.

"how could you ever annoy me? and-" he paused.

"and?"

"and..." he breathed, his cheeks slightly red as he asked, "just how many have seen you in such adorable state?"

your eyebrows and lips quirked up in amusement as a smile broke out on your face, chuckling you made him face you, momentarily taken aback at how freaking handsome your boyfriend was.

"how many?" he asked again, his voice in a whisper as you almost cried because of how cute he was.

"many people- my friends, family members and some of my exes have seen me like this," you said, noticing his frown deepening as you kissed his jaw, "but..." you said.

"but?"

"you will be the one to see it the most, and the only one from now," you smiled at him as you saw his frown morph into a grin as he giggled alongside you, stretching his pinkie towards you he asked, "promise?"

you intertwined your pinkie with his, "promise."

[starlight-bread-blog]

Zutara Ship Baiting Moments

Before I start listing off the scenes I need to explain this: The scenes are coded as romantic, they're not explicitly romantic. I'm not saying Zuko and Katara were canonically in love with each other, I'm saying some scenes ended up tropy with romantic undertones.

THE WATERBENDING SCROLL:

"I'll save you from the pirates".

Yeah he's threatening her, but what is this line? Why did he grab her hands while saying that? Why did he get so close to her, even after she was tied? Why wrapping his hand around her? All of this is extra work to the animators. He could have just dangled it in front of her, but instead we got a typical enemies to lovers moment.

THE SIEGE OF THE NORTH PART 1:

(1th) "Well, aren't you a big girl now".

(2th) "You rise with the moon, I rise with the sun".

Once again he says these lines, that are completely unnecessary, shippy, enemies to lovers. Why? What is it doing here?

THE CROSSROADS OF DESTINY:

The soft yet exciting music, the shinning crystals, Katara's hand on Zuko's thumb, all speak for themselves. Katara absolutly didn't have to touch Zuko's face like this, they get interrupted. And when she heals she puts the water on the spot, so I'd make sense if they got interrupted. But they didn't, and she didn't even took out the water. Then it won't be shippy.

THE SOUTHERN RAIDERS:

This is a perfect example of the "Suggestive Collision" trope. An actual romance trope. And then, of course, the "Please Get Off Me" trope. They're used to create romantic tension. Whyyyyyy?

EMBER ISLAND PLAYERS:

Aang is about to sit next to Katara, and then Zuko steals his seat. Katara notices, tucks her hair behind her hair and gives Zuko a glance. Why do that? Why do something that really looks like it's foreshadowing a love triangle? Why do that when it goes by so fast and does nothing? Why animating this? Why writing this?

SOZIN'S COMET PART 2:

"She's not my girlfriend"!

Another typical romance trope, the "She Is Not My Girlfriend". Used for romantic leads/ eventual romantic leads.

SOZIN'S COMET PART 4:

What else can I say about this scene? It's very obviously ship baiting. But if you don't think it is, here's a video taken from here with Sokka inserted there. What a beautiful comclusion to a beautiful relationship.

[amelie-sama-blog]

came across this absolutely braindead post on a trauma subreddit:

news fucking flash: THE ENTIRE WORLD CAN'T AND SHOULDN'T PANDER TO YOUR TRAUMA! THE ENTIRE WORLD CAN'T AND SHOULDN'T ACCOMMODATE TO EVERY SINGLE TRIGGER AND THEME THAT DISGUSTS YOU! THE WORLD IS NOT YOUR PERSONAL BABYSITTER!

fun fact, my abusive father used to violently pull my whole head of hair as physical punishment. along with a lot of other shit he did, like spanking me, getting my hair pulled like that traumatised me, and thus i can't stand the thought of someone pulling my hair or spanking me in a sexual setting or otherwise.

NOW DOES THIS MEAN OTHERS CAN'T ENJOY IT? NO! DOES THIS MEAN FICTION DEPICTING THESE ACTS AS SEXUALLY PLEASURABLE SHOULDN'T EXIST? NO! DOES THIS MEAN THAT I STAY AWAY FROM SUCH CONTENT BECAUSE IT MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE? ABSOLUTELY YES!

i saw a single comment under this post that said something along the lines of, why blame people for their preferences, it's the adult that groomed OP that is at fault, young people having fantasies isn't perpetuating grooming. i thought i found a sound mind underneath all this rubble, but behold the reply i got:

literally what happened to media literacy.... 😦 was speechless reading this. "glorification of abuse" my ass.

between the OP saying "only if you were traumatised the same way are you allowed to enjoy dark fiction" and this moron that threw media literacy and "the internet isn't a babysitter for children" out of the window, on top of being as hyperbolic as saying the "glorification of abuse" is lana del rey's brand....

objective discernment, beyond the unwise wisdom based on disgust, was not present to say the least.

(why would i even get mad at people wanting nanami to pull their hair after that one episode in s2, like why does that matter, whyyyyyy)

[potatoesnottomatoes8]

I saw some other people do this soooo hears my thoughts and notices spoilers obviously

- i don’t why but i love how Diana takes a bite out of an apple and just hands it to Natalie in just another day

- the little dance number in my psychopharmacologist and i after they go down the stairs

- when diana pushes the cake in the sink in i am the one like ok show us your rage

- the way Gabe enters in i am the one is sooooo cool

- the new parts in im alive when Gabe sings “if you climb on my back then we both can fly” and how Diana is behind him with like there arms up in the air is really neat

- in make up your mind / catch me i’m falling how Diana doesn’t just turn around like she did at the Donmar she’s falls like back in the chair like going back into reality

- How Gabe plays with the music box in I dreamed a dance

- OMG this is the one i care about the most so it’s gonna be long but the way Gabe touches Diana’s hand in there’s a world and then Diana starts to kinda walk away like saying no to Gabe but then how Gabe kind of forcefully hugs her and she’s like uncomfortable at first and then eases into it like she accepted trying to kill herself, idk something about it like it’s such an incredible change that wasn’t at the Donmar which i feel like makes this scene so much better

- I absolutely loved the Wish I Were Here number i like how the dialogue part was towards the audience and how when Diana and Natalie passed each other it’s like they were going to go towards each other the then would move away at the last second which i though was cool rather then them holding hands like they did before

- How Dan actually shows a picture of a baby girl holding up her middle finger in better then before

- How Diana looks up at the top of the stairs when she finds the bag with the music box to make sure Dan isn’t watching

- obviously the silhouette scene is like ahhhhh so cool

- The way Diana looks at Dan after he throws the music box 😭😭 she’s like whyyyyyy

- When Gabe literally lays across the table after I’m Alive reprise like he knows he ate that up

- at the Donmar i hated the jacket or coat caissie wore during Maybe so I’m glad they gave her a new because idk something about just made it look ugly to me (i still think she wears it during Song of Forgetting if I’m not mistaken)

- ok this is another thing during hey #3 i never noticed how when Natalie’s rambling about what happens if she does this or that like stuff Diana did that she say “bleeding out in the …’ like omg idk how i never realized but like 😭

- literally how Gabe is like a scared child after Dan finally sees him like he look soooo terrified

- someone mentioned this earlier about how Natalie kind of notices when Gabe touches her hand like theldntnekakdnsbs wtf

- i like how Diana sits at the edge of the stage during Light like imagine sitting right there i would dieeee

also don’t even get me started on the Diana/Dan Natalie/Henry parallels because they make me cry.

[pianostarinwonderland]

pov piano goes insane over azul (real)(not clickbait)

this ask was actually sent in the last octa manga update but it is relevant again with the new update

AND BYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD I HATEEEEEE THIS NEW UPDATE CAUSE WTJFHWKJHKEHKHSDHFKDSKFDSNFNJKSDNKF ???????????????

I'M STIL;;NOT OVER THE FUCKING UDPATE LIKE ??????? WHAT HTE FUCK ???????????????

LITERALLY ?? EVERYTHING I WOULD HAVE WANTED???/ IN ONE FUCKING UPDATE?????????

LIKE LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

THE WAY THE CONTRACT COVERS ONE SIDE OF HIS FACE IS SOOOOO HOTTTTT LIKE ???G.,SD,GS 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡

AND AND THE FUCKING WHATEVER THIS POSE IS

THE WAYYYYYYY HE'S SHOVING THAT CONTRACT IN FRONT OF YUUTA'S FACE WITH THAT KIND OF SMUG AUTHORITY OR WHATEEVR IDK WORDS WHAT ARE WORDS ANYMORE ??? EITHER WAY I AM MCFUCKING DOWN. DOWN I SAY. PLS LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

and then WAYYYYYYY HE LOOKS SOOOO DERANGED IN THESEE PANEL LIKE ??????

may i take your hand i want your hand i like your hand so much pls sir

god also the mirror to the og scene in the movie like. god. god god god. i love it im in love dear god dear god dear god

AND THIS ?? THIS ..

LIKE NOT ONLY IS THE URSULA PARALLEL RIGHT . THERE . BUT ALSO HE JUST LOOKS SOOOOOO EVIL AND YOU KNOW WHAT, THAT'S MY LOVE RIGHT THERE !!! MY DARLING, MY LOVE, LOOKING SO HOT AND SEXY LIKE THAT HHRGGGRGRHJHJRHJBDHJR

AND HE LOOKS SO CUTE AS FUCK HERE WHYYYY WHYYYYYYYYY HE RLLY LOOKING LIKE THAT AFTER GIVING A BACKSTORY OF ARIEL AND THE POTION AND JUST UGH UGH PEPECIRES he looks so cute and happy ADN IDK WHY BUT THE WAY HIS MOUTH WAS DRAWN OOUGHHHHH I WANNA I WANNA COMMIT CRIMES ON HIS MOUTH

AND IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU ANYMORE.

WHAT IS GOING ON HERE. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK DID THE MANGAKA TAKE TO DRAW THIS FUCKING SCENE. WHAT IS. WHAT THE

GGGGRGRGRHHRHR87Y78Y98U9PEWD;FKSD[PO]OOFU)(FU0AUDSFOUADIOSFOHJDSIHJ FI > ?? ?/? //? /GIJOWUFD9UFD9U GOD GOD GOD GOD OHHHHH TO BE YUUTA SO BAD SO FUCKIN BAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDD GOOODDDDDDDDDDD IF I WAS THERE I'D BE EATING LITERAL FUCKING rOCSK MY GRIM KINNIE ERA STARTING FOR REA L

AND THEN THE PAGE AFTER THAT LIEK ???/?? ?/

THE WAY MANGAKA DREW AZUL HERE JUST ???? IDK WHAT ABOUT THIS PAGE OF AZUL THAT GETS ME BUT.

IT GETS ME.

I WANT HIM III WANANNTNTTTHIMGIGMHHHHMMMMM M

whyyyyyy does he look so hot like that WHYYYYYYYYYYYY AM I DOWN BAD FOR THIS

THE KIND OF LOOK THAT GETS ME SCARED AND H WORD AT ONCE

and we can't forget to mention.

the one. that one . the one . the one the one the one

TTTTTTTTHAT ONEEEE PANELLLLLLLLLLLLL

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i can't. i fucking can't. why is he dressed down. he shrugged off his jacket and coat. everything that i've only seen in fan works for 3+ years.... NOW FUCKING CNAONIN MY EYES AND HE'S SO "FSS..F.M../??/ ,/ HELL OO O OO O O OOO O OO SIRRRRRRRRRR OHHHHHHH MYYY GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD SCREAMING AND CRYING AND PISSING AND SHITITING MYSELF AND MCFUCKING YEETING TO SPACE AND FALLIN BACK DOWN GIRL HELP I'M IN THE WATERRRRRRRRR I WANT HIM MM M K MDGKFMLG I WNAT HIM

ok i am so glad they went off with tis update though because ik that next month won't really give me much azul <///3 it will be the scene where adeuce and jack help grim and yuuta with accommodations, so svnc stans will have their time to shine

ok im normal now.

[nalyra-dreaming]

I have (re)watched Lambs of Gods now. (Tagging @slutaciouslestat as promised 😅).

Here‘s my… thoughts, roughly in order:

Arrogant asshole but the clothes really look sleek on him

Sam really knows how to use mannerisms for display of character traits (in this case: smoking). Holy moly.

That cast right? They had to leave the cast open in the back for… practical reasons. Like, a cast takes a while to dry, and then the night, and the day after… Good thing he is in the stable already 😬 (And imagining the handling inside, later?! 😬😅)

The fact that he is receptive to the reality/visions was a nice twist!

Why do they all shave him?!!! *grumbles* ;))

The stories as a means to tell the harsh past was very well done.

The baby Moses thing. LMAO. (And also as vicious as his reaction was I can understand it)

The inspector being called Barnaby. I mean…

I loved the stories woven into the clothing.

I also loved his face at getting told that was his hair 🤣

Think Sam learned to knit for this?!

Him becoming a sister was weirdly poetic and touching in its own right. I was so glad they didn’t stray to brother after the initial announcement.

All that jerking off … “nothing“ mh hmmm. (Knowing Sam really wanted this part… I couldn’t be an actor 🙈😬)

I liked the address of the hypocrisy of the church vs the (supposedly) real belief

That shirt was really the perfect length wasn’t it

Throwing him out of the window… ouch

The oven.

I am in awe how someone so pretty can make such faces. Seriously. 🤣

The fairy tale visuals are quite breathtaking in their poignant simplicity

The reaction to the ring tone…. 😭

Like, I know these were cleaning the wound, but I probably would’ve reacted the same way

The butterfly -.-

Bathing day… 😌

That photo of lil baby Sam… 😻 (Yes, said in Jacob’s voice^^)

Ohhh that Father insinuating like that to Frankie… I would’ve flipped my shit. And to make her drink 😒

The low lighting they used (and yet everything was clearly visible which was nice) makes the pupils enormously large

Dying Day (lol)

Oh him having synesthesia is so interesting, I wonder if Sam and Assad discussed that?!

I didn’t think I‘d care so much for Frankie and her story but it was beautifully done

As was that scene with the colors 😭

Well, Father "Bob" got what he deserved

The oven. I think I said that before. Ahem.

They filmed really prettily

The mystical aspects of it all were very nicely done, nice and subtle

I did say that Father Bob had it coming, right

(Also, fathering a child while not even managing to errr... finish... and not knowing...)

I almost cried at the robes tbh

And I didn't expect this to have a happy ending...

So. Really liked it, didn't like that it was so hard to track down and watch, whyyyyyy can't I own a DVD of it?! *sighs*

Anyways, I'm glad Sam likes to do these roles that are quite special?! I hope he gets to do many more of these. 🥰

And, of course, probably the most famous of them all... 😈

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Once upon a time after a mission...

Dick (sighs): Promise me we're not doing this EVER again.

Jason (snorts): Which part? Tim almost being cut into three parts? Little D almost diving into Lazarus's pit? Tell me Big D, if it wasn't for LB, would you even have made it to the second part of the plan? You were looking pretty good tied up upside down hanging over boiling lava.

Tim: HEY!!

Damian: I wasn't gonna dive! I just did that on purpose!

Mari and Cass: (look at each other, chuckling)

Mari (ever the pacifier, soothingly says): Come on, it wasn't that bad. Right Cass? John?

Cass: (shrugs)

John (kinda afraid of Damian for what he did in their last bet): Uhm...if we really think about it, this is just sixth or seventh of our worst case scenarios so really, not even on the top three.

Dick (just groans and bangs his head on the wall): B will kill me for this. Why do I have to be the adult? WHYYYYYY??????

[txna-blxckthorn]

my thoughts while watching dps:

SPOILER ALERT !!!!!!!

oh my god why do all the guys look the same, i can barely remember movie characters names as is. this is just gonna make it harder 😭

neil is so adorable, i’ll punch anyone who hurts him

fuck neil’s dad not letting him do the school annual honestly i already don’t like him

omg they’re going to make asian parents so proud. neil gonna go to med school. those two other guys idk their names, mr future lawyer and me future banker

mr keating making the students rip the pages j evans pritchard wrote i’m not sure if he has a severe grudge on that guy as if he’s insulted his mom or he’s just a cool teacher

i made my mind. he’s a really cool teacher and i wish every teacher was like that

“poetry, beauty, romance, love.. it’s the reason most people stay alive.”

omg they’re gonna go to the cave that’s for the dead poets society???????

awwww todd is so cuteeee <33333

i swear to god these boys look like they’re trying to start a cult. sneaking out in the middle of the night wearing long black cloaks and hiding in a cave to tell stories and dancing around the fire

“truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. you push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough. you kick say it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it’ll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.” i swear, who hurt my child todd? i’m gonna kill them

ew i hate party scenes in movies, esp if it’s like a teenage club. it’s a really big ick for me

I SAID I HATE NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM FUCK HIM neil literally not the lead role in the play that’s the next day, can’t he tell his dad he’ll quit tomorrow????

broooOo neil was so good in the play it was amazing!!!!!!!!

FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK NEIL’S DAD FUCK HIM HE CAN’T SEND NEIL TO A MILITARY SCHOOL AND THEN MED SCHOOL TF DOES HE REALISE NEIL HAS A LIFE TOO

HOLY SHIT NEVER MIND NEIL DOES NOT HAVD A LIFE ANYMORE

IM CRYING

IM CRYINGG.

NEIL WHYYYYYY

YOU COULDVE JUST RAN AWAY

😭😭😭

THEY’RE ALL CRYING PLEASE NOOOO

BRO TODD’S REACTION BROKE ME

HE’S SAYING IT’S HIS FATHERS FAULT. HIS FATHER KILLED HIM

TODD NOO DONT GO

maybe he just needs alone time

mr keating noooo don’t cry

OMGGG CAMERON ACTUALLY WENT AND TOLD THE SCHOOL SO NOT THEY’RE AFTER MR KEATING ????

he actually believed the school???

GO NUWANDA GO PUNCH CAMERON’S ASS

OHMYGOD DID THEY ALL ACTUALLY SIGN THE PAPERS AGAINST ME KEATING??

TODD NO SIR SIT DOWN THAT’S EMBARRASSING

AWWW NO ACTUALLY THAT’S SO CUTE

AWWW

WAIT WHAT NO THAT’S THE END????

THAT CANT BE THE END WHAT

OH WOW

OH MY GOD I WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS

OHMYGOD

[fingertipsmp3]

Men will literally get a mullet

[outsidersandlostboys]

The Adventures of Wine mother David:

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*interview type scene*

David: Y/n is like my child okay? They’re great. Fantastic even. But by god are they emotional.

Y/n (in the background): Daviddddd HAGRID DIEDDdddddd

David: I know

Y/n: WHYYYYYY?! HE WAS SO COOL

David: *drinks water* I wish this was bourbon.

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*Marko stuck in a tree*

David: oh for fucks sake.

Marko: I’m sorry

David climbing the tree: you owe me a red wine Marko, you fuck

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David: people always say that I need therapy, but they’re wrong, cause while they’re spending millions to talk to someone, I have a free support system right here

Y/n: awww we’re your support system?

David holding a wine bottle: I don’t think your name is alcohol but sure

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David: Y/n I want an apology

Y/n: you were being an ass, no

David: Don’t make me get the Live Laugh Love sign

Y/n: shit, I’m sorry Bethany

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Y/n: why don’t we read anymore?

Dwayne: cause last time we did David started a book club

David: IT WAS ONE TIME

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I wanted to add more but I couldn’t think of anything else

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Did anyone say WIP snippets no one asked for? No? Well, here it is anyway...

For context... yeah, it's *that* coma dream from Bones fans will adore and hype, rightfully so, to this day. Because the scenes for my long-ass Bones AU before that are not really done... we're just jumping right into the coma dream following Eddie being taken out by a sniper, following him and Buck investigating Charlie's case.

As for reference: We currently stand at roughly 540k something something words for this fic that's not a fic, not counting notes and ideas. If we count those, too, we're at 581k something something. AKA why, God, whyyyyyy???

The End in the Beginning Part ???

He watches numbly as his body is tossed around like a rag doll, nearly knocking him off his feet.

Blood sprays from his shoulder like the water bombs Buck and Christopher tossed around the yard on a particularly hot day this summer. He can’t hear them giggle, though.

White-hot pain explodes in his shoulder, knocking the air out of him.

Eddie gasps for air to fill his lungs, but it won’t come.

Why can’t he breathe?

He wants to say something, but the words won’t come. Sirens scream in his ears, deafen him. The sunlight above blinds him. The pain ebbs into numbness as he falls to the ground.

Three senses shutting down, two left. Gotta stay awake. Gotta stay…

Eddie can still smell. He can tell that he’s on gravel, out in a street. Gasoline and smoke lie in the air, burned rubber and oil. And blood. He can smell his own blood, metallic. He can also taste it, iodic, cold. And it makes him want to gag.

The world grows hazy, blurry, tilts this way, then the other. For a moment, Eddie believes he is lying on desert sand, but he after blinks once, twice, a third time, he is back on the street, blood pooling underneath him. No sand to absorb it, just the gravel. His life is draining out of him, and he is watching it happen.

But that can’t be, can it?

He promised, after all. To come back home.

Christopher.

He has to come back home to him. He has to…

“Eddie? Eddie!”

Buck? Is he here, too? He can’t be here. It’s too dangerous.

Eddie wants to shout again, back into the blankness from where he can hear Buck’s voice. He wants to tell him to stay away, to stay safe. He can’t get hurt, too. If Eddie can’t get back home, Buck has to. For Christopher. Not just for Christopher, but also for Christopher. To look after him.

And because he needs to be safe. He needs to be safe, please.

“Just hold on! I’m gonna go get you!”

No, stay away! he screams internally, but it’s lost to the void. Stay safe!

“Stay with me, Eddie!”

He wants to, he does. More than anything. Blindly, Eddie reaches to the source of the voice calling him, but the white light mingles with the blackness spreading across his eyes.

Please forgive me, he thinks as all senses shut down. I tried, I did.

The black swallows him whole. He sees nothing, hears nothing, tastes nothing, smells nothing. Whatever it is that he is touching, whatever it might be that is touching him, he can’t feel it anymore. Because it’s over, it’s done.

I’m sorry.

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Eddie wakes up with a gasp. He sits up, rubs his eyes, feels faint wetness against his fingertips. Black dots mingle with white ones.

Just like…

Panting, he lets one hand fall down to his shoulder. It doesn’t hurt anymore, and there is no wetness, no blood. His white shirt is crisp and clean, just rumpled from sleep. Because apparently, he is in bed, his bed. At home. It’s dark outside, light cracking through the door that’s left slightly ajar.

There is no gravel digging into his skin. No pool of blood forming underneath him. No sirens blaring. No cold spreading inside him. No searing pain. No one screaming his name as he keeps bleeding out.

It’s just him, sitting in his bed, sweat-soaked. With a heart that can still beat as fast as it does. Because he is alive. Not dead, alive. At home, alive.

So it was just a dream…

Eddie is pulled out of his thoughts when the door opens slowly. It takes him a few moments to recognize the outline of the person entering.

Buck.

He slips inside, careful not to make any noises as he works on the cuffs of his shirt. Buck’s eyes find his in the dark, and a shy smile creeps up his lips.

“Oh, hey. Sorry, did I wake you again?” he asks in a hushed voice, like he’s done that a million times. And Eddie feels like it’s been a million times that he couldn’t help but smile at that. So he does, and Buck smiles back at him, ducking his head.

Eddie frowns, then answers, “No.”

“Oh, good,” Buck sighs, relieved. His eyes drift to the alarm clock next to Eddie on the nightstand.

“You’re late,” Eddie finds himself say, like he knows what time Buck should be here, should be home.

“I know, I know, I promised not to work overtime, but I just had to wrap up the preparations for the new exhibition,” Buck continues, almost pleads. “Bobby said it’d be fine to finish early next morning, but you know how it is with me. Even if I had gone on time, I would have assembled the exhibits in my mind. So no sleep… which means I could have just as well finish now, so I might actually rest.”

Eddie can’t put his finger on it, but there is something about Buck that’s different in a way. He is his awkward, weird self, alright. But he also seems… at ease? Like he doesn’t have to prove anything anymore.

It suits him.

Buck chuckles to himself. “For that we’re dealing exclusively with fossils in our department, you’d think us paleontologists wouldn’t be on such a tight schedule. Yet, here we are.”

“But you got it all set?” Eddie asks, like he knows what that’s about. And it feels familiar, too. In the way that makes his lips curl into a soft smile as he listens to Buck ramble on about something that excites him, which are so many things. It feels like they had this very same conversation a hundred times over. So he probably did, right?

After all, it was just a nightmare, right?

“Duh.” Buck unbuttons his shirt. “Chris is gonna love it for sure. So you know what our plans for the weekend are.”

“Well, so long I don’t have to show him around and pretend to know the names of the dinosaurs, I’m happy to tag along,” Eddie answers automatically.

“I guess that can be arranged,” Buck laughs easily. He takes off the shirt and slips on a loose shirt he picks out of the drawer blindly. Then he slips out of his pants and hangs them over the chair. Eddie watches on, wondering why he wonders about that as much as he does. Because this is an evening like any other. They are at ease. They are at home. They are safe.

Everything is as it ought to be, right?

Smiling, Buck makes his way over to Eddie’s side of the bed and sits down on the edge. The mattress dips under his weight, as though to draw Eddie just one inch closer. And Eddie happily lets himself sink just that inch closer to feel Buck’s warm body radiate heat against his slightly clammy skin, making him feel anything but dead.

“Sorry,” Buck says sheepishly, then leans over and kisses Eddie gently on the lips. “Almost forgot.”

The kiss feels chaste yet intimate. Like it has been practices for many years, and Eddie leans into its familiarity, lets the warm feeling cast out the remains of that nightmare that left him to shiver before.

“Hi,” Buck whispers, grinning against his lips.

“Hi,” Eddie chuckles, leaning his forehead against Buck’s for a moment. They stay like that for a short while, though Eddie wouldn’t mind if eternity felt like that either.

Buck pulls back a bit to look at him, knitting his eyebrows. “You okay?”

He frowns. “Yeah, why?”

“You just have that broody face going on, which normally means there’s something you don’t wanna talk about but maybe should be talking about,” Buck explains. “And I know that you don’t do, unless I ask. So… I ask.”

Eddie’s mouth opens and closes a few times, then he says, “I just had a really weird dream, is all.”

“Weird in the creepy yet exciting way or weird in the… unnerving kind of way that makes you wanna hide under the covers?” Buck wants to know. Eddie doesn’t miss how he unconsciously starts to sweep his thumb up and down along Eddie’s forearm.

“It was just… odd. I got shot in the streets. You were there, too, I think you were, and… I think a sniper took me down. But… it didn’t feel like me, you know? Like it was some other version of me getting shot, one that got it handed to him pretty badly,” Eddie ponders.

It felt so real, though…

“Well, getting shot by a sniper doesn’t sound pleasant, that’s for sure,” Buck says sympathetically.

“Not really.”

“Though thankfully, statistically speaking, it’s very unlikely for a man installing security systems in buildings to get shot in the streets by a sniper,” Buck tells him with a small grin.

Eddie smirks. “That’s still Security Management Specialist for you.”

“Sorry, sorry. You did a wonderful job at the Jeffersonian, specially managing all our security,” Buck laughs, then slips his hand over the back of Eddie’s. He lets his finger rest against a metal band there that Eddie didn’t even feel as foreign until now. “You made me a very proud husband once all was installed. Like, yeah, my man did that.”

Buck pecks him on the cheek, tangling his arms around Eddie’s shoulder loosely. “Sorry you had a bad dream, though.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” Eddie assures him, though honestly, he assures himself foremost. Eddie buries his head against Buck’s clavicle, soaking up even more of the warmth Buck radiates, the comfort he offers by just being there. “At least I got up for you to distract me. You always make me forget all that crap in an instant.”

“Do I?” Buck whispers, almost sings it like a lullaby.

“Always.”

They pull apart to chase each other’s lips, not desperately, but with more need than before. To assure each other that they are indeed there. That they can hold each other that close. That they have each other.

And it seems to work like a charm. Eddie can’t hear the sirens anymore. He only hears the rustling of the sheets and Buck’s shallow intakes of air whenever their lips part. He doesn’t taste blood on his tongue. He tastes spearmint from the gum Buck must have chewed on the ride back, he sometimes does that when he’s tired and needs to stay awake. He doesn’t smell gravel and smoke. He smells the last remains of Buck’s cologne. He tastes and smells and feels Buck. And in that small world, everything makes perfect sense. Kissing Buck and holding him close, that’s all it takes for his world to make sense.

Stay with me…

Once they break up the kiss, Eddie nudges his nose against the side of Buck’s, resting his face more against Buck’s, leaning into the comfort he provides by just being there, by staying without Eddie having to ask for it.

“I missed you,” Eddie breathes.

Buck chuckles at that. “I wasn’t gone that long, c’mon.”

“In my dream, I missed you. I couldn’t… I heard you, but I couldn’t see you. I couldn’t… get to you,” Eddie mumbles.

“I’m here now.”

And Eddie can hear it, the unspoken “I’m staying”. He takes another deep breath, takes it all in.

“What do you need?” Buck asks.

“Just you,” Eddie replies simply.

Because it is that simple. He needs Buck, and Buck is here.

What more do I need?

Buck’s fingers run soothing circles around the back of his neck and head. They stay like that for a while. Because there is no need for a rush. They aren’t just stealing moments, glances. They have them, they can create them. They are theirs to claim.

“Feeling better?” Buck whispers after a while.

“Very much,” Eddie confirms. “Just your kind of magic.”

Buck groans, leaning his head back. “Eddie, magic doesn’t exist, you know that.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughs.

“So… Want some more distraction?” Buck asks, teasing.

Eddie grins against his cheek. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not enough not to want this,” Buck replies, letting his hand slide down Eddie’s side, making him shudder. “Never enough to not want you.”

Eddie lets himself ease back down on the bed, pulling Buck with him so that he is halfway sprawled across his chest. “If that’s the case… Then yeah, distract me.”

“That can be arranged,” Buck laughs, pecking one of Eddie’s scars briefly.

“I love you, you know?” Eddie mutters, feeling like he can’t say it often enough, like he probably hasn’t said it enough.

Because things can happen… people get shot in bright daylight…

“Well, that’s convenient. Coz I love you, too,” Buck snickers, his entire face lighting up, even in the dark. “And I’m about to show you just how much I love you.”

Eddie laughs as he turns them both over, leaving him on top. For a moment, he just lingers there, traces the faint outlines of Buck in the dark with his eyes. He slips one hand against Buck’s palm, finds the metal band there and runs his fingertips across it, maybe for good luck, he isn’t sure. But he never takes his eyes off of Buck, searches him in the dark and finds him there, waiting, staying. And once he does, he leans in and kisses him in all earnest. Not for the last time tonight, it’d seem.

It was really just a dream, then.

Thank God I woke up, then.

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Hello again Skippy 😁😁😁😁

I respect your point of view of him visiting his father because he is worry, however, I don’t believe that at all.

His conscience is what is making him visit his father! Someone else said that he probably is even asking for money (not sure but I would believe it too) but I truly believe that they both included the parasite 🪱will take advantage of this situation to gain profit 🤑

I wonder whyyyyyy did the father ONLY met him for less than 45 minutes????… 🤔🤔🤔🤔 This gives me the hint that the king was not very interested and wanted to cut short his meeting with his own strange son for a reason.

Its a shame that even the king not knowing how much time he has left, he rather leave his son sooner even though he probably had nothing to do but that nothing to do was better than being with him.

I don’t feel bad for the parasite puppet because he worked very hard and strong to be in the situation he is now. Is what people say “you made the bed now lay in it” so, even if he comes across some random picture (which I bet all the money I have) looking sad, concerned, guilty, sorry etc, I will NOT believe not even an ounce in his sadness.

Remember that it is his conscience that is coming out and not actually being sorry for what he did and what he will do coming forward after this meeting and future meetings.

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I understand your views on this. However, when I say “it’s his father, he has a right to visit….that is true, I guess what is concerning to me is that people invest so much of their hearts in everything he does, the only ones it hurts is themselves. Harry has to follow whatever twisted path he is on…nothing we do or say will change that. His conscience led him there? I don’t think so….he doesn’t have one at this point. He is soulless. I don’t know what his motive is, other than what he will get out of this. The fact he rushed there and only spoke to his father for 45 minutes, I think is an indication he invited himself. This wasn’t a visit requested by his father, who clearly doesn’t need the stress of dealing with Harry. I am always hopeful people learn lessons, however…some don’t. Harry is Harry….the writer of his own fate. I just pray for protection for the BRF as evil is surrounding them.🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️