#and you may say 'evan

[t4transsexual]

the amount of trans people i see who are scared to identify as straight is mind boggling. like people who will explicitly say that they are scared to identify as straight. i can only amount it to the growing preceived divide between being straight and being queer, where people arent learning that you CAN be both if youre trans. and ive experienced a lot of hostility just for being an opinionated straight trans guy on this app. like i dont care if you dont think this is a "real problem," i do. i think queer people should be free to feel comfortable in their identity, and if that identity is het-leaning, heterosapphic, het-dyke, hetgay, queerhet, transhet, or literally just straight and heterosexual, they should be free to

#like i would argue that the growing division amongst queer people is a real problem actually #sometimes i just wanna delete this account #like the transphobic interaction is bad enough #i dont need like transmascphobic and transheterophobic ppl bothering me too #and you may say 'evan #EVERY trans person experiences this' #and to that i say #if youre right #MAYBE THERES A REAL PROBLEM GOING ON? #trans #t4t #transhet #t4t mlw #st4t

[rewritingcanon]

no girl tell us what you think about jegulily!! im so here for it (tone is weird but I mean that genuinely, I don't ship them so I'm not here to be weird)

dw bae ur tone is fine ! (i’ve been waiting for an ask like this 💀) i think jegulily is... yeah its…. like usually as long as its legal idgaf as long as shippers portray their characters right but regulus fans are literally incapable 😭🙏 WHY WOULD U PAIR A MUGGLEBORN AND A BLOOD SUPREMACIST IM SO DONE WITH DIS FANDOMMMM!! that actually goes for a lot of lily ships like bartylily as well (no clue where that came from either but it’s equally as stupid lmfao).

and jegulily just feels like shoving in lily because people feel bad for ditching her, or shoving in regulus because some people like jily and jegulus and want them (for some reason) to coincide even though it makes zeroooo sense for it to. like, idk if i said this with jegulus before (i yap sm on this account i forget what i say), but like it, jegulily can be done well if a realistic dynamic is taken into account, but the marauders fandom is allergic to nuance and so just chalks up everything regulus does and believes to his neglectful homelife. hes not all-bad, sure, i do feel bad for him, but im nowhere close to shipping him with a woman whos part of the people hes trying to eradicate, or with her man who purposefully went against all pureblood tradition (which is such a large part of james’ character— he is a pureblood that chooses to be seperate from that culture hellooooo plz wake uppppp).

marauders fandom has a chronic “i can fix him” mentality when it comes to wizard neo nazis, i have never understood it. but thats a topic for another day.

jegulily should be filled with envy, toxicity and prejudice stop nerfing it to be some fluffy feel-good polyamorous stable marriage where they raise harry together. yall are looking over the potential. this ship has blood and guts in it plz act like it or else idk what to say 😭 if it doesnt end with at least one of them getting murdered i dont want it.

#imho ​it just feels willfully ignorant of all three characters to ship them #this goes with most the regulus ships tbh except like bartylus. bcuz barty is just terrible too LOL #just characterise ur characters right people. not to majority fanon interpretation but to who they are CANONLY #you may think its less fun but to me. that’s honestly what makes those three so appealing #+its generally important to understand the media u consume. and yes. that means harry potter as a book series if ur in the marauders fandom #u are not seperate from the hp books if u are attached to its characters (no matter how far youve spun their personalities away) #on a seperate note people are allowed to ship what they want and im being lowkey serious when i say im not gonna find someone weird if they- #-ship something as long as its legal #maybe some jegulily people follow me so let me just say i dont hate the shippers i just heavily dislike the ship 😭 #worse than jegulus but somehow less annoying idk how to explain it #harry potter #hp #marauders #marauders era #anti jegulus #anti jegulily #lily evans #jily #pro jily #james potter #lily potter #regulus black #anti regulus black #the marauders era #the marauders #ask #anon #rewriting #tyyyy anon for the ask i luv to yap 🫶🫶

[jessieren]

Not sure if this counts as a fidget but given the talk of tight white shirts and stretches last night it seemed apt…

You’re welcome ☺️

#shaun evans #itv endeavour #endeavour morse #fidget friday #but with more of a stretch than a fidget #that white shirt though #I love this scene #mainly for the acting and dialogue #but I may have been a little distracted #by this #when I say a little #I mean I watched it 15034576432 times #in slow motion #so you know just a bit distracted #but fuck just look at him #thank you endeavour wardrobe department #we salute you #season 9 was particularly good #but this shirt 👏 #plus the disheveled hair #hot damn evans

[calsvoid]

i hate when people say “not everything is about you” especially to buck like i get what they mean but it just feels like a mean way to say it like there has to be a better way to reassure someone that they’re not always the root of people’s problems and that there are a multitude of factors impacting someone’s behavior towards them

#911 #911 show #911 abc #911 fox #evan buckley #this was originally a buck post but then i started thinking #i have really bad rsd so this may just be me but yeah #it just feels like someone’s saying you’re trying to steal attention when really your brain is just making you feel like a bad person

[janfraiser]

stay close to the people who feel like sunshine

The attitude of "doesn't Jee deserve grandparents" in 6x10 kind of rubbed me the wrong way, so... here, Grandpa Bobby!!!! Set during the winter hiatus.

"So, even though the recipe only calls for two sticks of butter, you use three?"

Bobby grins at Buck and nods as the younger firefighter unwraps the butter and drops it into the pot. "Baking, you have to be exact. But cooking, all you need to worry about is the flavors."

"And also heart disease," Chimney jabs, leaning over the island and picking at the charcuterie board May and Bobby had arranged earlier. Bobby had provided the materials, but May definitely has more of a knack for the artistry. He's just glad she wants to take part in something as routine as helping him in the kitchen-- and the same goes for Buck.

"Doubtful that I'll make it that far," Buck says with a laugh, but Bobby watches him silently for a moment, remembering too well how that attitude feels. Not wanting to drag the mood down, he laughs as well.

"I have to agree with Buck, heart disease is one of the better options in our line of work."

"Stop being macabre," May calls, entering the room. "Look-- cute baby! No more dark humor." She holds up Jee-Yun, who giggles and waves.

Chimney stands up with a bright smile for his daughter, but Jee seems happy in May's arms for the moment. She makes the motion of blowing a kiss, and Bobby can't help but move across the kitchen to watch the scene closer.

"Hi Daddy, love you!" Jee says to Chimney, blowing him a kiss. Maddie is taking pictures of May with the baby, and Jee-Yun waves to her next. "Hi Mama, love you!" And then May steps into the kitchen, and Bobby expects Jee to call out for her Uncle Buck, but two tiny hands reach for him instead. "Grandpa Bobby! Love you!"

Bobby freezes, staring in shock at the toddler. Jee is still reaching for him, and May's face is the picture of delighted shock, and other than that he kind of has tunnel vision. In spite of his surprise, he takes the baby reflexively, holding her to his chest. She smells like baby powder and a warmth he hasn't felt in a long time, and he rocks her gently as she giggles and tugs at the neck of his apron.

Chimney is standing behind May now, looking a little more concerned. "Bobby? Is that okay? I don't know... I don't know where that came from."

Bobby starts to smile-- who wouldn't, holding Jee-Yun-- and pushes away the thoughts in his head that had, for a long time, abandoned hope of being a grandfather. "Don't worry, Chim. This is totally great."

"Only problem is, we're too young to be grandparents," Athena jokes, raising her glass of wine from where she sits in her armchair.

"Well, I think you guys are perfect grandparents," Maddie pronounces, moving into the kitchen and kissing Bobby on the cheek as she strokes Jee-Yun's hair. "Jee certainly needs those." She purses her lips, staring at the wall, and Bobby removes a hand from the baby to squeeze her shoulder.

"This is kind of crazy, though," Chim points out. "I had to coach her every day when we were getting her to say Uncle Buck-- where would she have picked this up?"

Suddenly suspicious, Bobby glances over his shoulder at Buck, who's still stirring the simmering pot. The younger Buckley shrugs innocently.

"I dunno, guys... why are you looking at me?"

And then he winks, and Bobby decides that maybe the kid has enough between his ears to handle cooking by himself.

He'll just go sit down for a little bit with his granddaughter.

#911 fox #911 spoilers #but only in the author's note oop #bobby nash #evan buckley #chimney han #may grant #jee yun buckley han #maddie buckley #athena grant #madney #bathena #911 fic #bobby nash fic #evan buckley fic #maddie buckley fic #otp: or just in love #otp: i can say it enough for the both of us #dawn this is for you <3

[puhpandas]

You Stress Me Out

(4,135 words)

Gregory shows up at Evan's house during a storm with a wood carving knife stuck in his stomach. It may not be that bad of a wound, but that doesn't mean having a knife sticking out of you is any less scary. Or that Evan will freak out any less.

warnings: blood, mentions of a fistfight, an unsafe home environment, stitches, and of course, a blade being stuck inside flesh

Evans incredibly on edge right now. Which, nothing new here. But this time, it's less of his normal state and more of a genuine, rational kind of edge.

First off; a storm is on it's way. Not only does a storm mean that outside is a no-go, meaning that Evan is trapped inside his house with no way to leave, but hes absolutely terrified of thunder.

Which is why as soon as he'd heard about the bad weather, when his fathers back was turned and Michael had been focusing on something other than messing with him, he'd snuck to the kitchen, grabbed all the snacks and water he could need, and took them to his hidden stash in his bedroom.

This way, he didnt have to leave his room. And he could do his old trick of blocking the door leading from the shortest route to his room with his dresser, which could give him enough time to shut Michael out if he decides to persist on the other side.

Unlockable doors. The bane of Evan's existence.

The other reason hes on edge isnt because of himself, even though his body is locked up and sense, waiting for the thunder to start booming outside and send him flying off of his bed from how hard he flinches. Its because of Gregory.

Evan's brows furrow from his place on his bed, curtains drawn, but just open enough to see the rain start so he can brace himself. He takes one look at the gray clouds and white sky and frowns deeply.

Evan knows all about his friends... situation. Honestly, after being friends for almost a year, you'd think he would have known sooner, but nope. Evan had just been giving Gregory the benefit of the doubt too much. when Gregory'd refuse to let Evan go to his house, he'd assume he had parents like his, who he didnt want Gregory to have to see either, which was why he had been asking. When Gregory would have new bruises and cuts and rips in his clothing the next time Evan would see him, he would deliberately choose not to pry, or wonder, because he would think maybe it was worse than he thought.

But Evan had figured it out eventually, and he'd understood why Gregory kept it from him so long. Evan wouldnt want Gregory to see him differently for being a certain way.

But like Gregory, Evan had made it clear he didnt. He understands, really. Like he understands that with the knowledge comes the worry.

Evan knows Gregory doesnt always have stable shelter. The city and it's people arent so kind to homeless people like Gregory, even when hes outside and theres about to be a hurricane. Which is why Evan is hoping, wishing, praying that Gregory will come to Evan, this time.

It's why he's reading a book, sitting on his bed next to his window instead of on his phone like usual. Evan's on edge because he cant stop thinking about what would happen to Gregory if he didn't come, and if he does, will Evan hear him to let him in.

Evans room is on the ground floor, which makes it very easy for Gregory to come and go as he pleases (also for Evan to make an escape when he needs to. It's not rare for Evan to ditch his room to flee to the city with Cassidy, sometimes).

Evan's eyes trail over the words on the pages, but he isnt taking them in. He huffs, letting the book drop to his lap, and tries to ignore how cold-but-on-fire his stomach feels. He can't focus. Not when Gregory's supposed to trust Evan enough to come to him when he needs help and he hasnt yet.

Evan only waits a while longer, foot tapping on the side of his comforter and fingers drumming. When the first few thick drops of water land on his window, he goes for his phone.

Gregory said to never call him unless it's important. But right now, with how much Evan's stomach swims with nausea over uncertainty about Gregory's safety, Evan thinks this is important enough.

Evan only has enough time to enter his fifteen digit pin and tap the phone app before the sound hes been waiting for rings out by his window.

Evan can feel his shoulders drop when the familiar jingle of a Fazbear song is knocked on his window. He smiles, hurrying over to his window and almost ripping the curtains off the wall with how fast he opens them.

When Evan reaches to open the window, Gregory's there, if not a bit weary, if his half lidded eyes and the cut on his cheekbone are any indication, but Evan doesnt worry too much. Just unclicking the locks on his window and helping Gregory step inside when its apparent he needs help.

He has a hand clutching at his stomach, which is worrying, but Gregory looks like hes okay. Not about to die, which is what Evan's thoughts always end up going to, so he thinks that's a good thing.

Evan shuts the window and locks it just as the rain starts to drop harder, and he shuts the curtains, sending a glance at his door (the one not covered up with a dresser) out of paranoia. When his father doesnt burst in and send Gregory away like Evan's imagining, he turns his attention back to Gregory.

Hes huffing, like he cant catch his breath, which makes Evan furrow his brows. Gregory's bent over, like when you have a stomach cramp and try to curl in on yourself as much as possible. If Evan looks hard enough, he can see the inklings of bruises on Gregory's knuckles.

Evan frowns. Okay, probably a fight, but it wouldnt be the first time he would have to pull out the first aid kit.

"Gregory." Evan catches his attention. Gregory's eyes dart up to him, and he offers a shaky smile. "Hey. You had me worried sick."

"Me too." Gregory says, but it sounds strained. He still has that hand pressed firmly over a spot on his stomach, and when he looks pained, Evan guides him over to his bed, letting him sit down. "I know you don't like thunder and stuff. A-And you'd be stuck with Michael.

Evan crosses his arms, trying to look stern but coming off as incredibly worried instead. "Gregory. You're acting weird." He points out. "Listen, I know you're hurt. You know I've seen you get into fights before. Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

Gregory, suspiciously, looks away, focused on one of Evan's toys hes had since he was younger that he never bothered to put away. "Um. I-I dont think this is like those times, though."

Well. If Gregory can be this difficult, he cant be feeling too bad. Doesnt do anything for the anxiety digging a hole in Evan's stomach, though. "No matter what it is, you need help, okay? I wont judge. Just let me patch you up."

Gregory doesnt respond for a moment, then, "Promise not to freak out."

"What?"

"Promise not to wig out." Gregory meets his eyes, looking pained. "This is gonna make you freak. I know it. Just... try to stay calm. It's not that bad, I swear."

"Just show me already!" Evan presses, getting jittery from nerves. "You saying that is already making me freak out!"

"Okay! Jeez." Gregory huffs, and takes a deep breath. "Just dont look at it too hard."

"Gregory!" Evan yells.

"Okay, okay!" Gregory says placatingly. He doesnt say anything else, just takes his hand off of his stomach like ripping off a bandaid.

Evan's eyes blow wide, and his legs turn cold. "Oh my god."

"There it is." Gregory sighs.

"Gregory." Evan says, just above a whisper, because he cant manage anything louder at that moment. He stares at Gregory's stomach, feeling a pit in his own stomach when he cant tear his eyes away. "Gregory!"

"I told you you'd freak out." Gregory mutters, like he doesnt have a literal knife sticking out of his flesh.

"Why would I not freak out?!" Evan whisper yells, because wow he does not need his father or Michael to walk in right now. He gestures wildly, trying to put all of his emotions I into the single movement. "You have a knife in you!"

Despite what Gregory said not to do, Evan looks hard at it anyway. It isnt super deep; it's one of those really tiny pocket knives, like what you would use to carve wood with. He can still see some of the blade sticking out, which means the inch and a half long blade isnt plundged very deep.

"I know." Gregory says. "Can you help me get it out?"

Evan gapes. "Help you--" He giggles maniacally. "Gregory, if I pull it out, I'll have no clue how to make it so you wont bleed out."

"Well," Gregory glances away. "I cant really go to the hospital, and I cant just leave it in." He says. "You're my best bet. Besides, I promise it isnt that bad. It could have been way worse. I dont need a hospital."

Wow. No pressure, or anything. Evan implodes, shaking his hands out and doing laps around the room. "I'm gonna have to pull a knife out of you."

"Okay. Stay calm, remember?" Gregory repeats, and when Evan's facing Gregory's direction again after another lap, he can see him wincing. "Look, I know you're wigging out, but I really dont want this knife to me stuck inside me anymore."

"I would assume so!" Evan hisses, coming to a stop in the middle of his room and wringing his hands through his sweater sleeves. "Gregory--"

"Okay, listen." Gregory sounds strained, and Evan takes a moment to pause, worry taking ahold of his stomach like a giant hand and squeezing. "You have a phone, don't you? I need you to Google what to do, and pull this stupid knife out of my stomach."

Evan gets queasy just thinking about it. "Gregory."

"I know." He says. "But, look. I'm not gonna be awake much longer, since I pretty much ran from the city to here while I was bleeding, and the guy who attacked me had already beat me up a bit before stabbing me."

Evan's heart seizes at that. He returns to Gregory's side, sitting down with him. "But, isnt it not good if you're unconscious--"

"I dont know." He interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "Look, I'm feeling kinda woozy, so I dont know how much longer I have left, but I'll try to stay awake."

Evan frowns. "You're acting like you're gonna die or something." He jokes, but his hand shake at the thought. "...Okay. Come here."

Gregory perks up, sitting up with great effort and putting an arm around Evan's neck when he gestures to. "We're doing this?"

"Yeah." Evan says shakily. He supports Gregory as he leads him lay down, pressed up against the wall, where if the door opened, hed be hidden behind it. Evan grabs a few of the towels he hides in his room to always have a clean one, -since he can never rely on laundry being done in his house-, and lays them under Gregory to soak up any blood. His father would kill Evan if he got the carpet stained with blood.

Evan grabs the first aid kit he always has hidden under his bed, and clicks it open, settling on his knees in front of Gregory's slack form on the floor with hovering hands as he glances at each of the kits contends uncertainly.

He grabs his phone, fingers trembling and pressing all the wrong buttons. Gregorys harsh breathing doesnt help.

"How did this even happen?" Evan asks as he desperately types in 'how to pull a wood carving knife out of your stomach at home' into the search bar. "Like-- I know you get into fights sometimes, but this?"

"Okay okay." Gregory coughs a bit. "Ill tell you. So, you know how it's about to storm?"

Evan glances at the crack through the curtains just enough to see the dark gray clouds swirling. "Yeah."

"So, I wasnt at my usual spot, but it was really close to starting to pour. And getting sick is like, the worst case scenario." Gregory says while Evan reads the random article he found at the speed of light. "So, I had to find some other place closer to where I was to wait out the storm, because I couldnt travel that far in the rain."

Evan pauses in reading, frowning and looking at Gregory's face. "You know you can always come here, right?"

Gregory frowns, looking away. "Yeah, but..." He trails off. "Its not fair to dump my problems on you like that."

Evan scoffs, breathing out a light chuckle. "Like you didnt dump your problems on me right now. And even then, I dont mind. I would much rather you come to me then be in pain somewhere else. Okay?"

Evan doesnt look at Gregory's face, too busy looking down at the article he has pulled up on his phone in his trembling hand, but he can tell hes smiling.

"Also, don't act like you don't make my problems your own, too. Im allowed to do the same as well, you know."

"Okay, okay." Gregory huffs. "I get it. I'll come to you right away next time. Happy?"

"Yes." Evan says, and he really is. Knowing that Gregory is sure to come to Evan when the weather gets bad, or something happens that makes the city unsafe, Evan will be able to sleep soundly knowing Gregory will either be safe with him, or he will be if need be. "You never finished telling me how you ended up with a pocket knife stuck in you, though."

"Right." Gregory chuckles. "So, I find this kind of hidden away spot, right? And I'm thinking I got really lucky, and set my stuff down. But then this other older kid shows up, and its obvious hes like me. But he gets really mad that I'm in his spot and starts yelling at me to get out."

"Jerk." Evan says, pulling the things he needs out of the first aid kit. "You should help eachother out, not fight. I'm sure he could have lended you some space."

"I'm sure you would have." Gregory chuckles. "But anyway, I'm packing up my stuff to leave, because this guy hurting me is a bigger concern than the weather at this point, and I dont want to mess with him."

Evan nods along, and goes to begin, but pauses when the first step is to take out the knife. Nausea curls in his gut, and he winces, glancing at Gregory.

"Hey." He cuts Gregory off in his story, and tries to look as apologetic as possible. "I, um. Have to take the knife out."

Gregory's eyes blow wide, and he frowns. "Oh."

Evan fidgets, having no idea how to make this better for Gregory. "Do you want me to count to three, or...?"

"Just do it." Gregory puts that steely exterior on. "I can handle it. Just do what you need to do."

Evan feels awful; this must suck for Gregory. Even if the knife is small and not very deep, having something sharp ripped out of your flesh cant be fun. "If you're sure."

He props himself on his knees, getting as close to Gregory as possible, and wraps a hand firmly around the small handle of the wood carving knife.

He can see it in Gregory's eyes. Neither of them want to do this.

"Keep telling your story." Evan says softly. Maybe itll distract Gregory from it, even a little bit. And Evan, as well. He can already feel bile working it's way up his throat at the thought.

Gregory nods minutely, jaw locked and tense. He breathes out a bit. "...Kay. So, I'm trying to tell him that I'll leave if he let's me get my stuff, but hes really impatient, and when I dont leave right away, he tries to scare me away faster by beating me."

Evan winces, pointedly twisting his neck away from the knife, as he tightens his grip, anticipation sending lightning through his veins. "That explains the bruises." He says shakily.

Gregory pauses, waiting for something that doesn't come. "...Yeah. He uh, he got me pretty good... but he didnt leave unscathed either. But, I think I got it worse."

"Definitely." Evan agrees ghastily, his stomach rolling when he feels the cold handle of the knife pressing idents in his skin. "Keep going."

Gregory gives him a look, but continues. "...So when I start fighting back, even though I'm smaller, he took that as a bad thing, apparently, and wanted me gone so he didnt get hurt. So what does he do?"

Evan doesn't respond, just squeezing his eyes shut, biting his tongue, and ripping off the bandaid.

Evan rips the knife out with a quick flick of his shoulder, and gags when it makes a fleeting metal-on-flesh sound as its removed. Gregory lurches lightly next to him, making a garbled, suprised sound, and when it's over, just lays flat on the floor.

"G-God." Gregory coughs, stuttering. "Okay, that wasnt that bad. I guess."

"I'm sorry." Evan frets, flinching and dropping the knife on the towel when some of Gregory's blood drips down his fingers. "I'm sorry, Gregory."

"You didnt do it." Gregory chuckles, his face white as a sheet. He brings up an arm to clutch at a spot just above the wound on his chest. "Jesus."

"I'll fix you up." Evan says softly, setting a hand on Gregory's own and taking it away just as quickly when he rushes to go wash his hands. "Okay? It might hurt, but you'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"...Kay." Is all Gregory says, and Evan rushes faster when he just let's his head fall against the floor.

When Evan comes back, he all but dives onto the floor, grabbing the things he layed out on the carpet and beginning. "Gregory, hey!"

"What?" Gregory asks, and Evan sinks in relief when hes still awake. He rolls up Gregory's shirt, inspecting the wound, and he finds it looks more like just a deep cut than anything. "I know you're trying to stay awake, but I'm probably gonna have to find a way to close this cut, so you might want to go ahead and go to sleep."

Gregory pales. "Like, stitches?"

"Probably." Evan shudders. A wave of sickness washes over his body when he realizes hes probably gonna have to find a needle and thread, and stitch Gregory's flesh closed, even if the cut is only an inch or so long. "Better safe than sorry. And I really dont think having a wood carving knife stabbed into you, even if it wasnt that deep, is okay to just put a bandaid over."

"...Alright." Gregory sighs, and his head rolls against the floor, his body relaxing. "I don't want to be awake for that."

"Me neither." Evan huffs, and Gregory breathes the air of a laugh through his nose. "But I think you'll be okay. Just sleep, and you'll be patched up when you wake up."

Gregory sighs a deep sigh, and Evan thinks it sounds like deep relief just settled. "Okay. Thank you, Evan."

"Of course." Evan replies, and when Gregory shuts his eyes and no doubt falls asleep pretty quick, Evan glances around his room, and realizes hes gonna have to go on a scavenger hunt for a needle and thread.

He sighs, hoping and wishing that he wont run into his father or Michael when he has to venture out of the safety of his room, but he relaxes at the moment, taking in a deep breath and reaching for some supplies.

First, he has to clean the wound.

🐻

When Gregory creaks his eyes open, it's not to Evan's carpeted floor like he had expected. Well, he is on the floor, he finds when he finally takes in his surroundings. But he isnt laying down completely. Some pillows and blankets have been posed and laid around him, like a nest, and Evan is sitting next to him in the middle, scrolling and watching something on his phone.

Gregory twists his neck and puts pressure in his arm, trying to prop himself up. He yawns, and Evan startles, taking out the crappy Walmart earbuds he'd bought. "Gregory!"

"Hi." Gregory groans, feeling the effects of his fistfight and intense sprint take hold, his body groaning and aching with soreness at his movement. He feels warm; which is something he wasnt expecting when he'd initially thought he'd spend the span of the storm outside in it. "Ugh."

Evan shuts his phone off lays it and his earbuds on the blanket, twisting his torso and shimmying in his spot laying against a pillow against the wall and legs covered with a throw blanket to face him. "You probably dont feel too good."

"Like crap." Gregory agrees. When he shifts again, back and head cushioned against two pillows without cases on them, he can feel the sore sort of throbbing pain of whatever stitches Evan had sewn in him. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, feeling guilty on Evan's behalf. "But... the stitches feel secure. I'm sorry you had to do that, it must have sucked really hard."

"It did." Evan shudders, but chuckles at the same time. "You know, I had to go in my Moms room to get the needle and thread and steal the pills from my Dad."

Gregory quirks a brow. "What pills?" He asks at the same time Evan hands him a small bottle of Advil. "Oh."

Evan hands him some snacks, too. A water bottle and some crackers. He smiles softly and takes them, taking two Advil with a swig of the water bottle. "You did all that for me?" Gregory asks, voice small. "...I know you hate your Dad, and your parents would get mad at you if they saw you snooping."

"I know." Evan says, fidgeting with one of the blankets and laying his head on the pillow propped against the wall. "But I wanted you to feel better more than I was scared of my parents."

Theres a short stretch of silence after that, only the harsh rain and wind against the house being heard. Gregory stays silent, turning over Evan's words in his head.

His eyes burn slightly, but he pushes it down with precise practice. "Thank you" Is all he can find in him to say. Theres too many feelings, too many emotions he has to put them into words.

But Evan knows him, and Gregory knows he understands when he nods, and smiles that small, kind smile that just screams 'and I'd do it again'. "Of course." Evan insists, and looks away for a moment. "I want you to trust me, okay? I want to show you that if you come to me because you need help, I'll be here, and I wont discount you, or-- or shrug you off."

Gregory doesn't smile, but he feels warmth spread through his chest at that. Gregory knows Evan, so he knows exactly why he would want Gregory to feel that way. He knows exactly why Evan holds himself to that, even though Gregorys confident a lot of it has to do with just the kindness in Evan's own heart.

"I-I know." Gregory whispers. "I came here because I do trust you. I came here because I know that."

It's really hard for Gregory to say that, and he knows Evan understands, because he doesnt comment, just nods, relief sagging his shoulders.

Theres a short burst of silence for a moment, the two of them just soaking up the atmosphere of being warm and comfortable, despite the circumstances.

"You're staying here, by the way." Evan's voice rips him out of his thoughts suddenly, and Gregory snaps to attention to see Evan looking at him sternly, but worriedly. "I know you're gonna try to say something stupid about how you're fine to go back into the rain. You arent going anywhere near the city, alright? I don't care if the storm lasts a week. I'll find a way to hide you so Michael or my father dont find you, okay?"

Gregory snorts at Evan's intense voice, but his heart bursts all the same. "Okay, Evan. I promise."

"Good." Evan sounds appeased. He twists his body, reaching for something, and grabs his phone, putting one earbud in and giving Gregory the other. He opens YouTube, handing the phone to Gregory. "You can pick. Honor of the patient."

Gregory grins, giggling. "Thanks, Doctor Evan."

ao3 link

#it was less that the wound was actually bad #and more that theyre 13 and the wound in question is technically a stab wound and that sounds super bad on paper #so theyre seeing it worse than it may be because its scary #lso having something stabbed in you that isnt supposed to be there #will make you woozy and almost pass out so that just adds to the scary factor for them #i hope some of the details i put in hammered in how uncomfortable evan is in his own home. but since becoming friends with gregory #(lets say a year so theyre both 13 here) #hes grown a bit more of a backbone alongside just getting older #so hes actually doing things that might get him in trouble #like hiding food and towels in his room and blocking the door with furniture #when before he would be too scared to do any of that and just let the torment happen #written with medical inaccuracies (probably) tagged #pandas writes #oneshot #ficlet #flashlight duo #gregory and evan #the aftons #evan #gregory #fnaf gregory #evan afton #flashlight duo modern au #au #blood warning #stabbing mention #blood and injury #mention of child neglect #vomit mention #flashlight duo oneshots

[ashercries23]

which marauders character has been chronically online since far too young (in a modern au ofc)? pls tell me your thoughts it’s very important to me. it can be any flavor of chronically online BUT in my head i’m thinking of like YouTube chronically online. Jenna Marbles, Troye Sivan (bonus for troyler/tronner), O2L, SuperFruit, Dan & Phil, etc etc. rb with any specifications

#this came about last night where i read a fic where regulus was a secret pentatonix stan #which made me think of superfruit #which made me think of the o2l song #which made me think abt how jojo siwa is trying to create ‘gay pop’ #as if blue neighborhood and all music by trevi moran doesn’t exist #this is also a reminder that no matter how much restriction you may have #there’s always a way to get around it #(i did it and im not even sure how) #thanks for the inputs pookies #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #regulus black #lily evans #dorcas meadows #marlene mckinnon #marauders #asher says :)

[bucksboobs]

“That was better than fake mouth static” continues to haunt me like what a dorky thing to say and yet Buck put so much emotion into it that you actually feel the weight of what he means.

#when he says fake mouth static he means ‘you helping us save the man I think of as my father’ #and kissing him was better than EVEN THAT #like he shook loose a part of Buck he may have never known and that is better than even saving Bobby #that’s a LOT to say in a jokey line but I felt it #Oliver stark the actor you are #evan buckley

[widowshill]

r/v + loneliness.

102 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch. 4 / 4 / 8 / Art Wallace, Shadows on the Wall / 603 / Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca, ch 4. / 473 / Richard Sherman, Demo: "Lovely, Lonely Man/Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Finale" / 2

#➤ roger collins & victoria winters. ┊ pain sometimes precedes pleasure，miss winters. #➤ edits & art. ┊ the evans cottage art gallery. #compilation tag #idk I have just been Thinking about this since that gifset lol. #‘I’ll blame it on you‚’ she says — because you are the one who has brought me here‚ she thinks #because she seems to anticipate even in their first meeting that she will play Eyre and he Rochester. #there had better be many more such tête-à-tête’s on the cliff side or she’ll be terribly disappointed ! #[and not only cliffside proselytizing: barging into her room at all hours‚ chasing her around town‚ dragging her bodily into the drawing #room‚ and‚ occasionally on a good day‚ an actual genuine date or a meal sometime.] #Roger has –– in theory –– everything that she wants. a family‚ a home‚ a wife and child‚ history and ancestry! boy does he have that! #and yet he is terribly terribly alone in this well he has poisoned. #(from which‚ I might add‚ vicki drinks greedily.) #''What do you want out of life?'' when he's already achieved (or so it appears on the outside) the midcentury blazon of success: #a family‚ a well-to-do office position at which he really does nothing‚ a succession of american-made sports cars. #he may be separated from his wife but together‚ he and elizbeth and david and carolyn form a mimetic image of the nuclear family. #to which vicki is desperate to grasp onto‚ even in its most nightmarish form‚ whether or not she realizes that's why she stays. #but what does he want? he wants the same thing she wants. love and companionship. (that he hasn't yet ruined. that he can't stop ruining.) #she may not precisely understand his type of loneliness but she knows about loneliness among people. she's lived it. #and she knows too about ... a visceral loneliness pushing you to push people even further away (as in the childhood story she tells david). #so she sees through his fronts a lot of the time‚ whether they be a layer of charm‚ or terror. and boy does he hate that. being seen for #something real. where his actions matter and produce consequences. where feeling is real – good or bad. #the little governess and her capacity to find shadows to throw light on! whether they be locked chambers in the basement or the atria.

[enbysiriusblack]

marauders in the star wars universe:

lily evans- a rebel

james potter- a bounty hunter

sirius black- a redeemed sith (they're literally that girl in the first episode of the second season of star wars: visions fr)

marlene mckinnon- a bounty hunter

peter pettigrew- a mercenary

dorcas meadowes- a rebel

remus lupin- a jedi master

mary macdonald- a former jedi knight/now barkeeper (decided to leave as she didn't agree with the jedi order)

regulus black- a senator/sith apprentice

emmeline vance- a jedi master (she is a literal mix of mace windu and anakin skywalker. i will stand by that fact forever.)

pandora lovegood- droid builder

barty crouch jr- highranking stormtrooper

evan rosier- highranking stormtrooper

sybill trelawney- smuggler using force sensitive fortune teller as a cover/side gig

#anyone i missed just say in comments and i'll assign them a role!! #marauders era #marauders #marauders star wars #may the fourth be with you #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #peter pettigrew #dorcas meadowes #remus lupin #mary macdonald #regulus black #emmeline vance #pandora lovegood #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #sybill trelawney

[ladyseidr]

btw i forgot to even announce it but for like the last month i've been getting attached to golden freddy for some reason so i've added him as a test muse!!

#☽—— ⸢ ooc ⸥ #.tbd. #f n a f / #y'know despite what i've said abt the movie i thought the actor for cassidy/GF's ghost was SO good #like i hated the whole 'william controls them ~somehow~ & they wanna kill a child' thing sooooooooooo much #but i thought he was so damn good in the role generally #anyway oooooooo you wanna write with golden freddy so bad #and listen GF is so ghostly and out there that i can crossover with anyone #but fair warning if your muse is an adult he's gonna try to get you killed no matter what #( for the record i do use he/him for GF himself as a whole but obv game!cassidy uses she/her & evan he/him ) #cassidy is present by default but anything prior to fn.af3 will include evan in the background sort of #i wanna really fuck around with some cool writing ideas with GF #as for whether i'll write cassidy or evan pre-GF.... def not cassidy (i love her being so mysterious) #but if i enjoy writing evan i may eventually add him #( also i do default to the name 'evan' but i'm still iffy on whether that name's canon personally ) #i'd say GF is the one muse i'd be willing to have a movie verse for but considering i'm immediately like #'minus trying to kill abby' i feel like it's no different than game verse lmao #not for him i mean #but who knows. if there's specific interest for it i'd be willing to consider it for GF. #fnafspoilers / #movie spoilers /

[mazzystar24]

I feel like there is a hair stylist out there that feels very passionately about the blond buck discourse and is owed for emotional damages

#the is buck a blond? mystery #if you’re that hairstylist you may be entitled to financial compensation #I feel like it is dangerous to say my opinion here (jk) but I think he’s blonde #911onfox #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911 #evan buckley #911 abc #oliver stark

[nothingunrealistic]

QUERIDO EVAN HANSEN

TALLER DE 3° ITM, PRACTICAS DE INTERPRETACIÓN EN EL TEATRO MUSICAL 21/22

this is a delight… obviously the production values aren’t the highest but many fun acting and staging choices here, especially the four evans, and i’m impressed that they managed to incorporate the anonymous ones and hiding in your hands without cutting songs

#is that legal? probably not but i doubt any other element of this is. think they also ripped some ywbf projections right from the movie #dear evan hansen #don't know spanish well enough to comment on most of the nuances of the translation but i can tell they cut some dialogue #e.g. the “nothing unrealistic” lines from sincerely me; the lines about dana p from evan and alana's act 1 conversation; #some of jared & evan's dialogue about the connor murphy memorabilia market; squip connor dissing jared; #alana offering jared the role of treasurer or secretary; “great idea evan” / “thank you jared” / “no sweat”; #cutting off sincerely me reprise after the first four lines??? and cutting some dialogue there and in the following heidi scene; #the lines about evan's dad in to break in a glove; evan and zoe joking about a kegger; “wonder of wonders miracle of miracles”; #heidi & cynthia & larry's wine discussion; the chicken milanese; the sulu/sula confusion; some of evan and heidi's pre-gfy fight; #alana's comment about evan dating zoe; a few lines in the scenes around for forever reprise and words fail; & the pottery barn discount #evan & jared's spanish project becomes an english project quite appropriately; heidi now says “fuck” after the gfy fight which i love #and zoe's line of “i didn't realize you were actually capable of saying something that wasn't nice” gets turned into #something that ends in “politically correct” instead of “nice” which is a fascinating change #don't love the audience laughter at the dialogue around the anonymous ones given that it's not supposed to be funny #but it sure does speak to the quality of that dialogue compared to the text of the original stage show #also there is clearly a tumblr post in the ywbf projections lmao. may make this the only version of the show to acknowledge tumblr

[daisyjoners]

tag dump! nana’s version (atualizando aos poucos por ser muita gente)

#⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ we only look like young stars because you can't see old scars ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ heath & ramona. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ all these people think love is for show but i would die for you in secret ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ victor & miranda. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ your integrity makes me seem small ; you paint dreamscapes on the wall ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ avery & amelia. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ back before i knew how much i had to lose ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ emre & vienna. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ drew a map on your bedroom ceiling ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ evan & dougie. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i didn't see the news ‘cause we were somewhere else ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ melina & olivia. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ haseul & hui. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ you must like me for me ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ sunmi & minhyun. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i’m under your spell ; drawn to you so helplessly ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ astrid & ahin. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ you’re quite the charmer ; my knight in armour ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ margo & blaine. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i don’t wanna look at anything else now that i saw you ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ daniel & mai. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ say you love me every waking moment ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ maddie & forrest. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ crazy little thing called love ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ chaeyeon & soyi. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ everybody wants you but i don't like a gold rush ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ miso & baekho. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ harper & snow. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ aaron & cleo. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i could lay and just look in your eyes ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ hoyeon & peggy. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ captain crash and the beauty queen from mars ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ sungyu & taekhee. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ our love ain't water under the bridge ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ dawon & channie. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ eunhye & minkyu. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ i wanna be with you everywhere ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ yuna & seokmin. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ my name will be stained on your lips ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ hyeri & yeeun. #⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ twin souls destined to find each other ⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ erik & lola.

[saintchaser]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write about Lily and Regulus's friendship if possible. Thank you :)

"hey reg!" lily exclaimed, putting a huge book of runes on the table, between their seats. "i haven't seen you in a while, are you okay?" she asked, genuine worry in her eyes, something that regulus had never quite seen in regards to him.

"yes, i am fine." he rubbed his eyes tiredly, feeling the lie slipping off his tongue so easily. "and you?"

"me too, thanks for asking!" she exclaimed, plopping herself down on the chair next to him. "besides the mountain of homework i have to do, that is."

regulus smiled. "anything i could help you with?"

"no, thanks, i'm fine," she said, looking at him, then looking to the book, opening it. "just some runes to decipher, that's all."

they sat in silence for a short while, until lily did her homework in the utmost silence, and she shut the book about one hour later.

"i'm proud of you, you know?" she said, turning on her chair so that she wasn't facing the chairs in front of her anymore, but regulus. "really proud of you, i mean."

"w-pardon me?" regulus stammered, incredulously. proud of him? for what?

"i mean," she said, placing a warn hand over the back of his slender palm, and he didn't feel the need to pull back from her touch. "life can get hard sometimes. and you have to muddle through, sometimes. some people just give up. you didn't."

"what you're trying to say," regulus said, approaching words cautiously, "is that you're proud of me for existing?"

"basically, yeah." lily nodded. "and for everything else there is, even for the little things."

regulus' face broke into a smile. "woah. uh. thank you, lily." somehow, he felt like he couldn't stop beaming. lily evans truly was a ray of sunshine, like everyone else said.

#this is definitely not one of the best things i've written and i may write it again at some point but this is what came to mind the second #<- i saw your ask #thanks for requesting btw! (friendly reminder that just as my intro post says my requests are always opened unless i Specifically say #<- otherwise but it's likely not the case because i don't get requests often so! but if you want to request feel free to do it more than #<- once! :) ) #okay that was the ramble so the tags #lily evans #regulus black #lily&regulus #my writing

[puhpandas]

sometimes I think my flashlight duo is too imbalanced with Gregory being so much to Evan but Evan not being as much to Gregory (how much they like changed eachothers lives I mean) but then I remember I made it so one of the things Gregory tells Evan all the time is that it doesnt matter how much he can offer him because that's not why hes his friend.

like Gregory isnt friends with Evan because he can give him something, hes friends with him because he likes him as a person. and u know Evan would always be feeling guilty about spoiling the mood or ruining the fun or something but the reality is that Gregory doesnt mind and just loves being Evan's friend and knowing him and spending time with him. and that can be enough

#not saying that evan doesnt offer gregory anything at all obviously #but the scale of how gregory changed evans life is a country mile on how Evan may have changed gregorys life #it says more about how big it was for evan more than its too small for gregory #right #theyre just close man. sometimes you dont need a crazy reason to love someone #the things they go through with evans family and the amount of turmoil he goes through on a daily basis is enough #pandas.txt #pandas talks #gregory #evan #flashlight duo #flashlight duo modern au #flashlight duo au thoughts