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i hope the folks planning on resurrecting Supernatural [re:jackles] are taking notes on what's happening in the 9-1-1 fandom and with this Buck character right now. i know next to nothing about this show, but i do know that 'Buddie' is a major mlm ship between two guy friends and that this guy Buck - a strong macho man in his 30s - has just been canonised as BISEXUAL! with a MLM kiss! after SIX seasons! the subtext was there all along but the network was not on board, by the sounds of it; a change of network saw this queercoded middle-aged male character finally set free. no more subtext, no insinuations that could be interpreted one way or another, just undeniable beautiful text.
i'm thrilled for everyone in the 9-1-1 fandom and for this positive queer rep in media! here’s hoping other shows will take note - namely Supernatural. Dean has 15 seasons of queer subtext under his belt and he would now be in his mid 40s. it’s never too late to canonise a queer character. characters are never too old to realise they’re queer. this is such an important message, and while i can’t speak for the buckgirls i can say that queer deangirls have been relating to his queercoding for almost 2 decades, including 15 seasons of bi!Dean and 12 seasons of Destiel. seeing a character like Buck come out as queer after SIX seasons (i’ll keep saying it, it’s fucking amazing) is such a win not just for queer folk but for good storytelling; i know there were likely obstacles in finally getting here, and it would be great if queer characters could come out whenever they want instead of struggling against tptb, but six seasons has given the show a wonderful amount of time to delve into Buck’s character and journey with him through various plotlines. as a fan of the slow burn for romance, and a good amount of time for character development to play out, i love that there’s six whole seasons of Buck backstory to delve into for the leadup to his bisexual canonisation.
happy bi day Buck, may you inspire more creative control to cater to the characters instead of some suit in an office who’s never even seen your show and doesn’t care about your journey and narrative freedom. today is a great day.
(the first gif is Buck’s first mlm kiss. the second gif is a moment from a gay comedy called Looking that many people have pointed out perfectly encapulates how a Destiel kiss might play out on screen.)
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it’s been a hot while! I’m busy with uni and maintaining my grades, med school studies, and life in general, but in the midst of it all…..
BRUHSTATION HAS REACHED 1000+ FOLLOWERS!!! WOAH!!!!!!!!!
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truth to be told, this blog reached exactly 1000 followers back in early december 2023. I was planning on making a one shot comic, but ran out of time and energy and my follower count kept going up and up! so I decided to come forward about it now.
thank you all for your support for the one and a half year bruhstation has been operating! it’s still a bit shocking to me how much people take interest in this unofficial spinoff of mine through your asks, submissions, reblogs, and comments and how so many of you has made fan content like fanart, fanfic, and playlists while casa tidmouth develops. I can’t thank you all enough for your love and interest, and despite me getting busier everyday, you all still stuck around. I cannot express my gratitude enough for you all.
I’ve met a lot of amazing people in this community who kept supporting me and my friends even before I joined the ttteblr community also shared many joys as well! what I initially thought to be a quaint blog that’s not gonna last long has now garnered so much support and love!!! it’s been really fun!!!!
one thousand and forty people!!! that’s insane!!!! also reaching 1k followers in one and half a year….. heh…. (rubs the back of my head)
but here’s the thing! this little drawing of the 156 trio isn’t just what I have in mind! think of it as a starter for this 1k followers celebration because I want to give the followers of bruhstation something special.
so here’s my plan! I’m planning on holding a casa tidmouth popularity poll in commemoration of this four digit milestone.
the poll will be held through google form. it’s more of a questionaire if anything — the questions will be divided into categories like which character you like design wise, personality wise, etc… and you can vote for the character(s) present! not only characters — you can also vote for stuff related to the story (related to the questions given, of course!) there’ll also be other questions related to the blog itself (outside of the cstm universe) as well. yannow, blog improvisation and stuff. I won’t spoil much of my idea here, but I just want to see the public’s reception.
but before I go through with my plan, I’m holding an interest check to see how many people are interested in this popularity poll idea! so —
once again, thank you for your support, and I await your response!
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I feel so strange thinking about how I considered myself "new" in FFXIV for the longest time, as when I started playing there were so many legacy players around. I saw their mounts and their titles, I talked to them, played with them, and to me they were the experienced ones teaching me how to play my first MMO. For years I considered myself a newbie.
And then, just the other day, I see in the chat of an FC I was invited to on an alt, people talking about having played for a long time, and their longest playing member having been around for 5 years. It hit me just how long of a time that is, and how much longer passed before I'd even realized it.
I ask others if they remember various things from the past, and I can count on one hand the amount of people I meet in recent years who do. So many things I still consider new and flashy, like Gpose and job gauges for instance, have now been in the game far longer than they have not. It's a strange situation caused by me losing about a decade's worth of memories and life (due to mental health issues that practically broke me) as well as the normal feeling ot time passing without me really thinking about it. Less and less did I see the legacy titles and mounts, but I didn't pay much heed. Until one day I suddenly stop and look around, realizing that I haven't seen any legacy players at all for a while. I'm certain they're out there, but most likely not in the same sheer abundance as before.
It's a bit similar to real life, where my home was once just an old, secluded village that have now become geographically closer to the city without ever moving. Where the others I used to surround myself with have all moved on in slow trickles over the years, and where I cannot expect everyone to remember the same things that I do. So many new people everywhere, some that cause lines in the grocery store that can afford to keep running after all these years, and some that fail to load in on my weak little laptop's screen.
It's like I have two homes mirroring each other, and obviously that means I age in both of them. I bought this game as a gift for myself on my 18th birthday... and here I am 10 years later, turning 28 today, and realizing that I'm still here in both places despite everything. Waiting for another expansion all over again, just like when I was staying alive just because I wanted to play Heavensward so bad.
I can't even begin to count just how many people I've known and interacted with throughout the years in this game. There are memories that my years of paranoia and psychosis stole from me (something which I only shook off the last remnants of half a year ago), of people who I know were important to me but who I'm also unable recall much about beyond their names, which is something which fills me with both deep shame and sorrow. Some I remain in touch with to this day, and some I am mutuals with on various sites, even if we don't chat regularly anymore.
There's a lot that I don't remember, or that I even memorized in the first place. Things have changed time and again for both better and worse. But FFXIV has remained a constant throughout it all, even when I've been unsubbed due to lack of a PC and just on a general break.
I don't know what my point is with all of this really, but I guess I just really wanted to get it off my chest. It's not all sunshine and rainbows these days either, but my mental health is better than it's ever been, I have a partner and friends and family who all mean the world to me, and even though some things will forever be less than ideal, I am so so so happy that I didn't give up. Staying alive really was the best decision I ever made ❤️
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Can I request some more AkkAyan? Maybe from the touch prompts list simple 10 and 12 if you want 💜
10 (spooning at night) + 12 (tucking hair behind their ear) from this list for my silly lil milestone thing. your other prompts are in the tank too, tiis, i just finished this first. ~800 words of sleepy fluff, rated g for gay
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Aye wakes gently, to warmth and tentative movement and his own name in a whisper. He doesn't open his eyes.
"Aye," says Akk again, distant through the fog of sleepiness. "Aye, are you up?"
He responds with a mumble that used to be words and tightens his arms around the warm and soft thing he's hugging. For some reason, Akk responds to that with a cut-off little grunt. "What time is it," Aye manages after a moment, coherently enough to his own ears.
"Five."
Aye scrunches up his face and whines, voice breaking in the middle.
"I know," says Akk, in the barest hint of a murmur, sounding fond. "But this is really your fault."
"How,” demands Aye blearily.
"It was you who insisted on this position. You have to let me go so I can go to work."
Aye opens his eyes. It isn't even light out yet; he can just almost see the shapes of Akk's bedroom through the faint moonlight that filters in the window, the spokes of that wheel outlined against the curtains. He can also make out the shape of Akk himself, seeing as he's barely a few inches away and held firmly in the circle of Aye's arms, back to chest and hair tickling Aye's cheek.
With this new knowledge, Aye considers Akk's words for a second. Then, dropping his face to Akk's shoulder, he says, "No."
"Ayan."
"What, you can't get out?" He knows Akk is stronger, could probably break even the strongest of Aye's attempts at holding him if he wanted to.
Akk snorts, wiggling a little in Aye's grip, and says, "Of course I can, but I was being nice to you. It would've woken you up either way. Let me go, I have to be out on the boat in twenty minutes."
The arm under Akk's waist is numb, probably has been numb since before Aye woke up; it tingles unpleasantly at the movement. "No," he says again. "Don't go."
And, even though he absolutely could break Aye's weakening hold if he wanted to, and even though Aye knows with the benefit of a few more minutes awake that he isn't at all lying about needing to work and his parents are probably waiting, Akk doesn't move. "See if I ever let you be the big spoon again," he mumbles petulantly. It's so cute. "You're not even the right size for it, Shortstop."
"Shut up, you like it just as much as me. You'd get sad if we didn't swap sometimes."
Akk shifts a little, a hand coming up to touch Aye's where it's hooked over his chest and very tellingly doesn't directly deny it. "Stop talking so much." In a softer tone, he says, "Aye, I really have to go."
With a groan, Aye presses his lips to Akk's shoulder in an uncoordinated kiss, then lets go all at once and flops onto his back. It's not at all cold, but it feels like it across his chest where Akk had been, and he lets his arm splay dramatically over the rest of the bed to accentuate his disappointment. "Fine, fine. I guess I'll allow it."
Aye can practically hear Akk's eyeroll as he gets up and swings his legs over the side of the bed. "Thank you ever so much."
"You're welcome, baby," Aye answers, and when he predictably isn't granted a response to that, he just listens to the soft noises of Akk shuffling around the closet. They're familiar. Akk genuinely doesn't often fully wake him when he leaves, usually very conscientious of their differing schedules and Aye's sleep problems. Even so, Aye's laid half-awake listening to Akk get ready enough times that he knows what it sounds like. It's comfortable for him. It's still five a.m., and Akk's bed is really very soft, and he'll be just fine getting back to sleep, and --
The bed dips next to him, and a hand touches his face. Aye opens eyes he doesn't remember closing again to see Akk braced over him with one hand, the fingers of the other very gently tucking some of Aye's hair behind his ear. "Sweet dreams," he says, sincere. His eyes are soft with the kind of tenderness Aye had never even thought to dream of before learning it could happen.
Aye wants to tell him something like that, something clever and romantic about sweetness and love, but the best he can manage is nuzzling into Akk's hand, eyes slipping closed again. He'll tell him again when he wakes.
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