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#does this make any sense? probably not
loserdiaz · 2 years
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since we won't be having any 911 for two weeks and this episode was henren ( which i loved ) here's a little buddie drabble <3 post 06x06: "tomorrow"
"Hey, Buck." Eddie bumps his shoulder against the blonde, as they're leaving the hospital. Hen's going home to Denny and they can't visit Karen, so there's no point in staying. "Come home with me?"
They need to go back to the station for their stuff anyway.
He asks but already knows the answer to his question anyway. Today was... a lot. Eddie himself doesn't really want Buck to go back to his lonely loft and by the stiffness of the man's shoulder, and tgte slight frown on his face— well, Eddie guesses Buck doesn't want that either.
"Sure. I'll follow you on the Jeep after the shift officially ends?"
"Yeah, okay."
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On the drive to Eddie's house, he thinks it sucks. He wants this— Buck going home with him, maybe have some dinner the both of them as they lie on the couch and talk about anything and everything. But Eddie wants it forever. He wants share drives everyday— Buck on the wheel as Eddie admires his profile from the passenger seat. He wants to reach out and hold the man's hand, as they drive in comfortable silence and listen to some random radio station on the way home. Buck would have this permanent small, soft smile on his face that would mean he's happy and content.
He wants that.
Instead, he drives alone, with the Jeep visible on his rearview mirror.
Maybe someday. Eddie thinks to himself. Not yet.
But someday.
Soon. He makes that promise to himself, as he gets out of the car and Buck does the same barely a few seconds later.
They enter the house together and it almost feels like it's real. Like Buck's there to stay, like he doesn't have a loft waiting for him half across town.
Someday. Soon.
They say hi to Carla and watch her go, they kiss Chris goodnight and make it extra embarrassing just to listen to the kid's soft and tired laugh.
It's so domestic. Eddie can feel it to his bones, the softness and familiarity of it all.
"You're staying, right? For the night?" Eddie checks as he hands Buck one beer. They're in the kitchen, softly lit and making everything look softer. Making Buck look more inviting and tempting that he already is.
Eddie aches with the need to reach out, to finally make the move.
But it's not the right time. Not tonight.
Soon.
Their eyes lock across the kitchen counter, and Buck offers him the most tender smile imaginable. There's something about the way Buck looks at him, something in the way his blue eyes glisten that make Eddie's heart skip a beat. "Yeah, I'm staying."
Buck's voice comes out low and a little hoarse but Eddie hears him all the same.
Maybe they're closer than he'd thought, right on the verge of that something they've been dancing around for years.
Maybe 'soon' it's sooner than Eddie thinks.
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aprill-99 · 2 years
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Okay, so I know the BBC will prove me wrong and I know everyone has a different opinion on this, but my own theory about Ten also being Fourteen is that The Doctor just was not Ten for very long.
Like, Nine tells Rose he’s 900, Ten tells Wilf at the end of his run that he’s 906.
The Doctor uses their 10th body for the same amount of time it takes to nearly get an MD. When you consider that Eleven literally dies of old age at like, 1,500, and Twelve at one point volunteers to do a 1,000 year vigil,that’s so short it’s actually ridiculous.
So coming back to my theory, I think maybe the regeneration from Thirteen to Fourteen was going to be so epic that it requires, like, an updating period. We’ve seen something similar when Ten first showed up and immediately needed a 3 day coma.
Maybe the TARDIS saw the power up coming and was like “wow now buddy. We have too much to do for you to have another coma. What else can we do? Stick you in an old one for a minute? Well needs must.” We know she interferes for her Doctor all the time and that there’s a mental link. It wouldn’t be the weirdest piece of lore this show has handed out.
I like to think multiple past versions were picked up and considered. “This one? No, aged out of that one. How about this one? No, woke up with amnesia, can’t risk it. This one? Too fond of sweets. A sugar high is the last thing we need. How about this? Oh they barely touched this one! A little irradiated but by golly it’s barely even used! Stick them in that for a minute while we power up the new model.”
You know, like when your phone gets smashed when you have an insurance and replacement plan so you go for the upgrade, but the upgrade isn’t in the store, so they give you the newest model that is around and tell you to come back in three days.
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smokeygrayrabbits · 10 months
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vash's coat and hair (specifically trimax) makes him look suspiciously like a mad scientist from some angles and I think that should be discussed more. vash is not only goofy traumatized babygirl heartthrob, but also absolutely fucking unhinged. he's insane. that freaky cackle he did at the beginning of stampede? peak shit. also knives whole human experimentation and 'plants are the ultimate species' thing reads as kinda victor Frankenstein ish? plus vash and nai are both a similar kind of dramatic to victor with their whole sob and cry and play the piano thing while viccy franks would also cry and have a breakdown and then take a nap.
anyway my point is more unhinged mad scientist vash. gimme maniacal laughter over a fixed plant yelling 'its aliveeeeee'
the first time vash makes donuts he does that whole it's alive routine when the dough rises. Meryl and wolfwood, who have not read the literary classic Frankenstein, are very confused.
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as-per-jury · 1 year
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Humans in Space: Suggestive Sparring (4) - Reactions
Fighting can relieve or create sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.
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“Fuck.”
I lifted my head away from Human-Erin’s ear so I might see her face. She wore an expression I had never seen before. She looked distressed and uncomfortable, but also perplexed and frustrated - all in equal measures. I was rather confused at how many textbook emotions a Human can show at once - the manual said the maximum was two and, honestly, that was one too many for my taste. Some Humans describe emotion with four or five others as if to say emotions create other emotions. Like colours or chemicals - which made sense when I remembered emotions are nothing but chemical reactions. That didn’t stand to explain why Human-Erin reacted the way she did, but I decided it was best to remove myself from her “personal bubble” because whatever set off this reaction in her was triggered by me. Yet, when I pushed off the door, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her face-level. Now she just looked frustrated.
“There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing,” she whispered, looking me straight in my eyes. “You said yourself I’m not a threat.”
“What has that got to do with anything?” I lost context so suddenly. She turned the interrogation around on me in a second, her face just as dark as when I was against the door.
“You said I’m not a threat, yet here you are, cornering me because of a non-fatal wound. I’ve seen you walk away from scraps with your tail in your hands - so what does it matter that I bit you? Did I bruise your ego?” She changed the subject and directed it away from herself. Backtracking to “save face”. Humans like to “save face” - it’s just a Human phrase that means to maintain or recover pride. I knew well what it means to bruise one’s ego. It’s a common phrase throughout the galaxy - we just let the Humans think they created it.
“I will admit I was stunned, but my ego remains unharmed.”
“So, why do you care that I bit you? You bruised my abdomen and I didn’t hunt you down.”
Why did I care? The better question was: Why did I like it despite how much it hurt? Or was it because it hurt? And if I liked it because it hurt, why? Culturally, my people are known to have sadomasochistic tendencies. Should we sustain a lasting non-debilitating injury or scar, then we wear it with honour. It’s customary to compliment and even ask about those injuries and scars - no matter how small. But that didn’t explain why it felt good.
“Most warriors don’t bite in combat after their juvenile years. You’re not a juvenile, so it was unexpected.”
Her eyes narrowed at me and her eyebrows furrowed.
“Bullshit.”
“Pardon?”
“You’re not telling me the truth.” Well, I wasn’t lying. It is true that most Drakean-peoples don’t bite outside of their juvenile years. Some Drakean-peoples from planets on the outside of my home star system were said to bite during mating rituals, but Humans are not close to Drakean so there was no way she knew or meant that. My people had phased out that implement ages ago, but it occurred to me that there was a chance that it triggered a primal chemical response in me. So there was, indeed, a simple explanation. Still, it proved awkward to confess.
“Fine. The truth is that, long ago, it was used to be common for my people to bite each other before... before mating. I was just confused at you biting me because that’s not a Human custom in the manual.”
She paused again, eyes flicking between mine and the mark she left.
“What exactly did the bite mean in your culture?”
“Intentions.”
“I see. And you think that I-”
“Well, I didn’t. Originally. You didn’t bite me the right way.” Her eyebrow went up. She favoured her right eyebrow, it seemed.
“I didn’t... bite you... the... right way?” 
“You took off a scale. Traditionally, you’d have to... um, you’d have to open your mouth wide and gently pierce the scales with your teeth, leaving an oblong ring from the front to the back of the shoulder. It’s a delicate process. You couldn’t perform it. Your mouth is too small, your teeth are the wrong shape and size.”
“Careful, I just might try it.”
“You’d fracture your jaw.”
“I doubt it.”
I huffed.
“Look at the size of my mouth.” I opened my mouth, not terribly wide, but it was more open than I’d ever need it to be to speak. Her hand fell from my shirt as I straightened myself up, only to lower myself again. “May I?” She nodded, even though I didn’t think she was listening.
My teeth tentatively grazed her skin and I opened my jaw just a bit more on feeling her tense. I lowered my mouth around the spot where her neck and shoulder met, closing it just enough to feel her skin tighten under my teeth through her shirt. She squeaked. I released her, immediately standing up at my full height with my mouth closed and my heart pounding. 
She stared up at me with wide eyes. There were two emotions in her eyes, but I only recognised fear. 
“I’m sorry. That was neither necessary nor appropriate.” I bowed my head in shame, truly unsure what came over me. “If you would like, I will tell you the rest of the truth as an apology.”
She said nothing. Her breath was shaky, but she nodded again, encouraging me to continue.
“Alright. The rest of the truth is this. It’s simple really. It’s actually immature, I think. It... actually doesn’t matter.” This time, it was my turn to look away, my hand over my heart.
“Look at me for a second.” I turned my sight on her, with the aid of her hand, holding it for more than a second - Humans were not very literal in their style of speaking. Her hand found my shirt collar once again, wrinkling it in her grip. She pulled me close and quick, forcing me to kneel. We were nearly face-to-face. Her heat radiated out to me, drawing me closer to her than I needed to be. I didn’t mind.
“Listen,” she spoke low and slow, “We’re both adults. It’s silly to dance around the obvious. Especially when you’ve reduced me to a blushing mess in my own damn doorway. So, save us the agony and tell. Me.” I could deduce what blushing was on my own - and, if I could, I would have been blushing too.
“You’re right. I don’t know why. It was... I just-”
“Cut the shit.”
“I liked it. A lot. And I really don’t know why. It felt good when you bit me and when you burned me. And... And I want to spar with you again because I liked how you looked at me when you were on top.” My heart was beating so fast and I didn’t want to stop talking. As if I would solve my dilemma by explaining it in excruciatingly embarrassing detail. “You’re so warm and I’ve only felt your touch a few times, but I-”
She silenced me. Perhaps I was getting too loud though I was certain my volume had not exceeded that of a whisper. Regardless the reason, something I said moved her to make me stop talking. Human-Erin pressed her lips to my mouth and held my head still with her hands. Her hands are small and it felt odd that so much heat could come from them.
Oh.
She was kissing me. I only realised it when she stopped. After a delay, those sparring feelings overcame me fully and my body responded before I could. My tail wrapped around her waist again, my fingers found her chin to bring her lips back to my mouth as gently as I could in my hurry to better appreciate how soft they are. I felt a tug on my shirt in her direction before I felt her burn the closing wound. I hissed... but she kept touching it, her hand covering as much of the side and back of my neck as she could, getting ever closer. My heart was pounding, but she couldn't feel it in my neck like I could hers. I wanted to wrap myself around her, to absorb her warmth. But she pushed away, leaving me breathless though her heat lingered.
"You said you wanted to spar again? Even though I kicked your ass last time?"
"Please." Desperately. "I won't take it easy on you." I want you to force me to the ground again.
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justaweirdo06 · 7 months
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fatherforgivethem · 7 months
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I feel like Aegon would hold the back of Helaena’s neck. Like not in a controlling way, but in a “ok yeah you’re here that’s good” kinda way if that makes sense. She doesn’t mind really, she tends to hold the back of his neck as well. It’s like a perch for their hands when they’re around one another.
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kurara-black-blog · 2 years
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He had it coming...
Azul:... So I fired two warning shots into his head.
Jade:... Some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
Floyd:... He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.
Epel:... Uh, uh, not guilty!
Vil:... It wasn't until later, when I was cleaning the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.
Rook:... He saw himself as "alive", and I saw him dead.
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burninbriight · 9 months
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nbc hannibal has got to be one of the most hozier-esque shows out there and words cannot explain how much i love that
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terymlxyrstdus · 8 months
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Regulus and James are destined to meet in every universe, they just don’t always stay together
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arkhamgrays · 2 years
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so. hows it goin other 10 people in the unburied fandom....
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i have so much love for him and i don’t even know what to do with all of it. who can i give this too, who will carry this ? it’s too much for just me, i am drowning in all this. where can i set this down ? can i take off my shoes ? my coat ? i have so much, take it. Take it ! keep it all. i just want to unpack it and give it some use but i never can. i look for a place to set it down and all i see are his son and wife staring back at me.
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dxringred · 2 years
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in all seriousness, robin/vickie is so... it's shallow, it's rushed, it's lazy, it's convenient. it's probably the worst offender that i've seen, and i watched emily's rotating door of shallow love interests in pretty little liars, and once upon a time's lazy attempt at shoehorned wlw rep. with ruby/dorothy, so that's saying a lot.
she has effectively no scenes if we're being honest, serves no relevance to the plot, is a weird carbon copy of robin to the point of even looking similar, and might as well have just been credited as "robin's love interest" for all the purpose she doesn't serve.
and the way she just dumped her boyfriend (or he dumped her) is so convenient in a way that gives me bad vibes. sort of like... bisexual for drama? as in you see her kissing her boyfriend or whatever, so you're made to think she's straight, but then suddenly it turns out she conveniently swings both ways. it works with nancy because she's actually, you know, around robin and an active player in the story, and it would've had nuance unlike whatever This was. anyway-
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ririnya7 · 1 year
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HIS HANDS!!
Win is literally holding him there just as much as Team is. Win's ready to listen, affectionately present and in tune with Team. His body language says as much. The emotional growth is palpable 🥹
UPDATE: I was so wrong ahhaahhahs
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hozearth · 1 year
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the tragedy of endverse dean and castiel reminds me of the song of achilles. not in the way that dean is a mortal and cas is an angel and patroclus is a mortal and achilles is a demigod hero. but the way a war tears at the love of people who have spent their love defying everything around them.
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justaweirdo06 · 8 months
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runwayblues · 11 months
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that clip of farewell for now makes me feel the same way the video of jake singing anthem with josh does
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