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soft-mafia · 16 days
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I need a scientific explanation as to how Jeff Ward’s eyes are so captivating bc omg
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caseyisaloser · 1 year
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suguruscurse · 6 months
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I love my clown
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Brand New Cherry Flavor // Jeff Ward as Roy Hardaway //
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carnalcvpid · 10 months
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Rough concept planning for the first few characters
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moviesstoriesandbooks · 6 months
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You know what's absolutely deranged??
How MUCH Kim is gone for Chay.
The guy cuddled this kid all of one time, and he already hates how he is keeping secrets from him.
He's kissed him on the cheek once , and is willing to go in , guns blazing , to take lives . Against his COUSIN. That would start a war within the family, like???
Also the boy said that he loved him once , asked with tears in his eyes if it was ever real for him as well , and Kim screams back in RED , with a bunch of dead bodies arranged in a gigantic "YES" , like he's some sort of feral cat that only purrs for Chay.
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compozingart · 7 months
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One ✨flashy✨ fanart for the Buggy simps from one simp to another
DON'T STEAL MY ART! Credit me wherever you may use it.
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captain-bugs · 6 months
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Him
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weirdo09 · 8 months
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what do you mean she isn’t my wife? me n jeff married her on the same day, like he is my husband as well ? people crazy frfr anyways, admire my beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, lovely wife 🥰🥰
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twig-tea · 1 month
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Which Thai QL Actor Is Your Teen Self's Fantasy Valentine?
Tagged by @lurkingshan here and @my-rose-tinted-glasses here thanks friends!
At first I thought none of these folks would do because none of them have hair dyed in rainbow colours but then I remembered my beloved Silvy!
Specifically this look is what sold me:
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[from her IG here]
Short hair, the modern equivalent of JNCO jeans, messenger bag, what looks like a festival concert for Valentine's day? I would have been obsessed.
Haven't been keeping up with who's already done this because I'm sneaking this in at work so a few folks from my notes:
@incandescentflower @dimplesandfierceeyes @isaksbestpillow @kyr-kun-chan @respectthepetty @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas and if you see this and want to play consider yourself tagged and let me know!
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zsimpforlightyagami · 8 months
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god DAMN this man is ATTRACTIVE as HELL
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soft-mafia · 5 months
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Modern AU Buggy headcanons/ideas(?)
warnings: SFW, mentions of drug use
a/n: I’m surprised I haven’t seen a lot modern x reader AUs with Buggy, so I decided to jot down some ideas I had!! This is also just an excuse for me to imagine Jeff Ward bc the brainrot is consuming me he’s so hot.
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• Off the bat the first thing people notice about him is his nose; it’s not a ridiculously large, red clown nose, but the tip of his nose is abnormally rounded; after a few seconds of looking at it, it goes relatively unnoticeable once you get used to it but he is still VERY insecure about it.
• “Buggy” is probably a nickname he got from either playing on a football team as a kid, or a username for some video game. His real name is something he’s embarrassed about like Benjamin or something.
• I imagine that instead of pirates and pirate crews, these people are bikers with biker gangs. Idk it sounds hot to me.
• Sorry not sorry but I can’t see a modern Buggy who isn’t a stoner.
• I don’t see Buggy having a clown persona in a modern AU since he doesn’t have the nose for him to wanna cope with it, BUT he seems like a guy who can do some pretty rad sketches and he often just draws creepy clowns.
• Still has his luscious long blue hair of course, I imagine he uses box dye and usually keeps it in a pony tail or a man bun. It’s super soft and fluffy bc men just have a natural talent of having healthy hair without doing anything to take care of it for some reason.
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m0rim00 · 2 years
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CUTIESSSSSSSSSS
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3amclothesmonster · 8 months
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HELP I WAS LOOKING UP LAUGHING JACK FOR A REFERENCE
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WHAT HAVE I FOUND
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Just to be clear...
I loathe clowns. I always have. Whenever I see one I want to punch them in the face for being annoying af.
But Buggy? He's my baby, my pathetic little meow meow. That mf got me kicking my feet, blushing and twirling my hair 24/7.
I mean look at him!
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Perfection.
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tartarusknight · 1 year
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King of the Freaks | Part 11
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Steve was exhausted from swimming… from everything. From the look of panic on Eddie’s face every time he flirted with Steve. It felt like a slap in the face every time Eddie backpedaled. He tried to tell himself that it was because it was not safe to be out and proud. But it never seemed to sink in. So, as he gets to his house and sees the light on, something they always did whenever he was getting there after them. He just sat in his car.
It was going to be the first time in a long time that he’s had a group of friends over. Spending the night… “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. Thinking of the nail bat under his bed. The machete he bought and secured under the couch in the basement. The fire pokers that he brought out of storage even though they never used the fireplace. The gun he got and hid in the kitchen. The hunting knives that are hidden all over the house. Or the ax and metal bat in the trunk of his car. He thinks about waking up screaming and knows it’s a mistake.
But he’s got a game plan. He cleaned and made sure everything was ready for them. He didn’t get a bunch of sleep but it would be worth it.
Then the door to his house swings open and it’s Jeff waving at him. He gives a little wave back and grabs his bag before getting out of the car. “Hey, thought I heard your car,” Jeff grinned and Steve smiled back. This was definitely a mistake but it didn’t mean he didn’t want them here.
“You mean you could hear anything over the noise they make?” He joked and as he got in, the house was loud. It wasn’t the overwhelming quiet that choked Steve but filled with laughter and yelling.
Jeff threw his arm around Steve and Steve tried not to show how much he loved it. “We were taking 15,” he explains and Steve looks to see them around his kitchen.
The door to the pool was right behind them and he was reminded of how much he wanted to board it up, never to be opened again. “Steve!” The other three cheer breaking him out of his thoughts. And it’s weird like they are actually happy to see him. It’s overwhelming and he glances away. He looks at Jeff but it only makes him realize Steve’s shorter than him. By a few inches even.
“Have you ever thought about playing basketball?” Comes out of his mouth before he can even think about it. Jeff’s brows furrow but Steve doesn’t give him a chance to be offended or anything, “Just because you're tall. I mean, taller than me. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed. But you are- uh tall.” Steve chokes out, feeling like an idiot.
Jeff laughs, “I’m more of a watcher than a player.”
“Kinky,” Gareth and Eddie chorus from their spots on Steve’s island.
Steve can’t help but laugh as Jeff says, “fuck off.”
Steve looks these people over and they seem so much more comfortable than they had all those times before. “Alright, alright, well I’m going to go shower. Which isn’t something you can watch,” he winks at Jeff and gets shoved away with a laugh in response. It makes his heart happy like he could be friends with these people. So, he heads up to the shower.
By the time he’s done with his shower, he’s ready to relax. The hot water made his muscles untense and he remembers his game plan. All he has to do is stay on a separate floor from the others and then everything should be fine. That way he hopefully won't wake anyone up by screaming. He’s more sure of himself as he heads into the kitchen. The boys are back downstairs and Steve opens up his fridge to see the different foods he got in preparation.
He sighs and shuts the door, leaning on the counter of the kitchen. Steve doesn’t understand why food has gotten so hard. Why, even when he’s hungry, he can't picture actually being able to eat anything. He hates how everything seems unappealing. Sure, Jeff’s suggestion for leaving meat out of his diet has helped, but it hasn’t fixed everything. He still doesn’t want to eat even when he knows he should. Especially when the swimming couch is telling him that he’s losing steam. Steve doesn’t want to admit that he’s had more dizzy spells because of the lack of food.
He pushes away from the counter and heads downstairs. Everyone’s listening as Eddie paints the picture. It makes Steve want to stay right there and watch until Eddie runs out of words. It makes him think of his Grandpa or Boppa, which is what Steve had called him. Because Boppa would tell all these stories of his late wife that died giving birth or stories of his time at war. He always wrapped Steve in words until Steve felt safe and Eddie does the same thing. He weaves his words into magic for those around him.
Steve blinks and shakes his head. “I’m going to cook up dinner. Are there any preferences?” He forces himself to say. If he tells them, they’ll rely on him and then he’ll have to make something.
They all look over at him with a smile but it’s Eddie who speaks, “whatever sounds good to you. We’ll eat just about anything.” He grins and Steve nods even if he doesn’t quite believe him.
Jeff sits up straighter, like he’s about to stand, “do you want any help?”
Steve chokes back a yes and shakes his head. “I’ve got it, you guys just keep on going.” He waves his hand dismissively and heads back up.
Then he’s back in front of the fridge. He doesn’t even open the door, just stands there wondering. He wants something to jump out at him, he wants to want food but he just doesn’t. “Hey,” Jeff says and Steve jumps from the fridge. “I know you said you didn’t need help but my character is almost dead and needs to rest.” Steve doesn’t know the game; he doesn’t know if it’s a lie. He just nods and lets Jeff open the fridge doors.
“Okay, does anything sound good?” Jeff questions and Steve shakes his head. He doesn’t feel like he needs to lie to Jeff which is a new feeling. He lies often, sometimes he doesn’t even need to lie, it just comes out anyways. “Okay, how about Chili? I know this good recipe for black bean and lentil chili. My sister loves it,” Jeff offers and Steve grimaces. “Or how about grilled sandwiches? I know this one with avocado, tomato, cheese, and spinach.”
Steve’s stomach doesn’t instantly rebel at the idea of it. “Yeah, okay.” He nods and goes to get out what they needed.
It’s quiet for a little while until Jeff hums, “so how was swimming?”
Steve glances over at him, the knife in his hand pausing. “Fine, nothing worth noting,” He shrugs. The last thing he wants to do is bore them with his hobbies. “Um, so, you guys have a band, right?” At Jeff’s nod, Steve continues, “so what kind of instrument do you play?”
“Bass,” Jeff does a little air guitar using the spatula like it’s the neck of the guitar. “You should come to watch us. We practice in Gareth’s garage.” He grins over at Steve and Steve nods easily. Pathetically clinging onto whatever they throw his way.
“Do you play any instruments?” Jeff asks and Steve thinks about his parents having him play the piano, and how he dropped it just to start a fight. How his parents had gotten him to play it before they started leaving him alone for months at a time. Before his dad was sleeping around so much that Steve's mom felt the need to go with him, to keep an eye on her husband. How at first, they had come to watch him. But eventually, they stopped coming. Steve worked hard to get so good that they’d want to come back, but it never helped. So, Steve stopped playing, he wanted the fight… His parents hadn’t even known he had still been playing.
“I noticed the piano in the main room, do you play?” Jeff asked and Steve gave a jerky nod.
He cleared his throat, “I used to. Not anymore,” He goes back to slicing up the tomato. It was quiet for a moment before Steve cleared his throat, “When do you guys prac-” He started to say.
But Jeff started to apologize at the same time. “Sorry if I-” They went back to silence and Jeff cleared his throat, “I’m sorry if it’s something you don’t want to talk about. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Steve finished up the tomatoes, “it’s fine. Uh, no one really knows, I guess. I played for a long- a really long time but-” I was too much of an attention whore to continue. Is what he didn’t say. He just shrugged, “no reason to continue.”
Jeff was quiet for a moment. “Well, I’d love to listen if you wanted to dust off those skills.” He grinned and it looked honest. Steve wanted to hug him he really wanted to hug him but he just smiled. 
He cleared his throat and tried to ignore the tears starting to well up. “Um, yeah it sounds like a plan. If I want to play, I’ll tell you.” Jeff’s smile is blinding and it makes Steve slump a little. They put the sandwiches together before heading down and giving them out.
Steve watched Eddie pick at the vegetables but once Eddie noticed Steve’s gaze, he quickly took a bite. Humming like it was the best thing he’s ever had. It made Steve grin and take a bite of his own. Steve was next to Gareth today, somehow always able to be on the couch with the hidden machete. Not that the guys knew it was there, they probably just noticed how often Steve tended to stick to this couch. They were like that, doing small things Steve normally wouldn’t notice if he wasn’t watching them so closely.
After they finished, they started back up the game. Jeff slipped back in easily. Too easy for his reason to leave, to be the truth. But Steve didn’t mind that Jeff had gone up to help him. Steve sat by Gareth, letting the younger boy show him a few things as they played until 9. At 9, he stood and headed up to his room. Grabbing the walkie and waiting for the first one to speak. One by one they checked in. All but Nancy and Jonathan, who weren’t home yet. Steve pushed back the nerves and said good night before heading back down.
The game was still going strong and Steve enjoyed watching. However, he still found himself falling asleep. Blinking in and out as they play around him. Eventually, Gareth shakes him awake from where he’s leaning against the younger boy. “Mm, sorry,” he mumbles and shifts away.
“It’s all good, it’s just- uh, we were wondering where we can sleep.” Gareth is soft but he sounds awkward. Steve nods and gets to his feet.
“Right,” he nods for them to follow him and they head up and up. The house has 3 guest rooms so with his room they’re covered. He passes his parents' room, leaving it closed like always. He opens each door as he passes and lastly opens the door to his room. “You guys can take a room,” he says and gestures at the opened doors.
“That’s your room,” Eddie points out and Steve straightens.
He raises one eyebrow, daring him to fight him on this. “And? Pick a room, gentlemen.” He states and heads back downstairs.
He gets to the kitchen and pours himself a cup of water as he hears them talking above him. If they refused to take his room, he still wouldn’t sleep up there. They needed at least a floor difference. “Steve,” Eddie hops the last few steps and stops in front of him. “We’re not going to sleep in your room.” He states and Steve huffs, swallowing a large gulp of water.
Then stares dead at Eddie, “Well then no one will. I never sleep in there, so I don’t get the problem.” His voice is slipping into the tone he used around Tommy and Carol but he can’t stop it.
Eddie looks at him, truly looks at him, “why?”
Steve doesn’t break eye contact. “Because I always sleep on the couch when my parents aren’t here.”
“Why?”
Steve’s stare is turning more into a glare, he can feel it. But he doesn’t stop it. “Why can’t I? I’m alone in this house, I can sleep where I want. Are you saying that I can’t sleep-”
“Steve, I’m just wondering why you don’t sleep on a bed. I don’t understand why you’d rather sleep on the couches that are really firm.” Eddie says and his tone says calm, patient.
Steve just shakes his head, “please drop it, Eddie.”
Eddie moves forwards like he’s going to hug Steve but he stops himself. “I will… but I really want you to- um, I hope one day we’ll be close enough you’ll tell me.” He says softly and Steve nods setting down his cup. “Do you want company on the couches?”
Steve blinks and Eddie goes beat red but Steve doesn’t let him get worked up. “Nah, I’m just gonna sleep. Why don’t you go take my bed?” Eddie gives a sharp nod and gives Steve’s shoulder a squeeze before he heads back upstairs. “Night, Eds.”
Eddie looks back and smiles softly, “night, Stevie.”
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