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#i guess this is fuck it friday
lamardeuse · 6 months
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so because this show made me fucking insane and the last two weeks have been terrible rl-wise, I am writing a Loki fix-it fic for which I made a cringey 90s-throwback fic header because WHY NOT. Here's an excerpt:
When he starts work in Salcombe, he finds a small, beige one bedroom with a view of nothing but the house across the road. It's only a place to sleep, and he's out on the harbor nearly every day, so he tells himself it doesn't matter.
On his first day off, he takes a stroll around the town – more like a hike, because absolutely no part of it seems to be flat – and ends up in front of a smallish bungalow with a for sale sign and a garage down the end of a narrow driveway.
You could fit a jet ski in there, a voice whispers, and Mobius doesn't shudder but it's a close thing.
Mobius thinks, I drive them for a living now. I don't need –
You don't need it, the voice agrees. But you're allowed to want things, Mobius.
Mobius pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep, steadying breath.
Then he takes out his phone and dials the number on the sign.
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leavingautumn13 · 4 months
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flat fuck friday
[i have commissions open now]
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wild0moon · 1 month
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someone pls teach him proper trigger discipline
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wikiangela · 3 months
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fuck it friday
tagged by @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie 💖
so I started a new wip lol 🙈 I really need to work on all the other ones but I'll get to everything haha so i'm not sure if any of this makes sense for buck tbh but idgaf, this is just me projecting my own thoughts and feelings™️ and making it about him processing his death lol 💁 it is gonna be pre-slash buddie tho bc obviously I have to 😂
ngl i kinda don't wanna share any of it but also i wanna share all of it bc i'm kinda loving how it's turning out haha so fuck it, here are two short snippets haha
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Ever since he died, Buck has been feeling… off. Numb. Sad. Exhausted. He’s not even sure how to explain it, how to voice it, so he doesn’t. When people ask how he is, he says he’s fine. And he is, he swears he is. He’s okay, he’s alive, he has his amazing friends and family, a job he loves, everything is fine. But… but. He’s not sure what the hell is wrong, but a part of him is not fine. Hasn’t been fine since the lightning strike.
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He doesn’t want to go home. He just wants to keep driving, wherever the road takes him. Driving is good, he likes driving, letting his thoughts wander, listening to music, having control of something. He thinks that’s it, that’s why. Driving is one of the few times he feels fully in control, his feet controlling the speed, hands holding the steering wheel and dictating the direction. Whether he makes it to work or gives into the thoughts that tell him to not turn the wheel and let his car crash into a tree or a building, or another car – it’s all up to him. He doesn’t- he won’t crash his car on purpose, but sometimes he wonders… maybe at least that’ll make him feel something. Make him hurt, make him scared, anything. Make him die, this time permanently- he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t, he swears he doesn’t. He just wonders sometimes, that’s all.
He doesn’t wanna go home, so he decides to keep driving. Just a few more minutes, to clear his head.
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rustyelias · 4 months
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Happy fuck you and fuck your train Friday!!holy moly! We didn’t just make it through the week gang we made it through a year!
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fridaywormteeth · 10 months
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”lwj wore mourning white for 13 years ” babe shut up shut up he’d have worn it regardless it’s literally his sect color those are literally just his robes
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flamestar126 · 5 months
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him.
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Minor spoilers below for those who haven't watched it yet
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Tell me this isn't how it went rn/j
Dying in the theaters when Floyd's attempt for sympathy/persuasion immediately backfired on him. I wanted his reaction to it so bad
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penguin-scribbles · 4 months
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“TICK-FUCKING-TOCK!!!”
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try-set-me-on-fire · 2 months
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Hello! Got tagged by @eowon @eddiebabygirldiaz and @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove for fuck it Friday and I meant to post earlier but I wanted to work a little more on the scene I wanted to share and got caught up in making baby quilts for an art market I’m tabling at in April.
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Going to put the actual scene under a cut because it’s kind of long and there’s talk about addiction. A few people (including @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove) asked for a sequel to close your weary eyes where Bobby does reach out to his dad, so this is a bit of that (Eddie and Bobby talking about the situation at a Buddie engagement party).
Kind of late in the day but if you haven’t already been tagged and gave something to share @buckactuallys @tizniz @shitouttabuck @bigfootsmom @daffi-990 @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @iinryer @homerforsure @chronicowboy
“What are you afraid of?” Eddie asks, still calm and casual like they’re talking about the weather or yesterday’s Rangers-Twins game. It makes it a little easier to get the words out his throat.
”That- I’m afraid that I won’t be forgiven. Not enough. I don’t- I don’t expect total forgiveness, I wouldn’t ask for it, and I don’t think they’re the ones with the power to grant it, anyway. But I-“ Bobby sighs and looks out the window to the backyard. The murmur of everyone enjoying the sun provides a pleasant soundtrack at odds with the conversation. “I just need enough forgiveness for a conversation. I’m afraid they won’t give it to me.”
Eddie nods, twisting the top off his soda. “What else?”
Bobby digs his palms into the cool edge of the ceramic counter tile. “Relapse. I’ll be talking to people I haven’t spoken with since I was at the deepest lows of my addiction, at least in part about the things I did-“ his voice catches and he has to pause, clear his throat. “About the things I did in the throes of that addiction. I am afraid that I will- that I’ll fall back into being that person.” He frowns. “Not that I- I am that person. I did all of those things. I just mean- I don’t want to drink. I don’t want to start using again. I worry dealing with all this would push me in that direction.”
Eddie only nods this time — fair enough, what would you even say to any of that — but is still looking at Bobby like he’s waiting for him to continue, so.
”And I’m afraid… You’re getting married, Eddie. My- Buck- my kid is getting married. I’m afraid I’ll get so bogged down in this I’ll- I’ll ruin- you’ll worry and he’ll worry and everything will be just a little worse and it will be my fault.” He tries to laugh to lighten the mood but it comes out kind of horrible. “Here I am at your engagement party putting all this on you. Bringing down the mood already.”
”We didn't actually plan this party,” Eddie shrugs, corner of his mouth barely tilted up in a smile. “So, you know, bringing down the mood is probably fine. Not officially- uh, a premeditated wedding festivity.”
Bobby laughs a little more genuinely this time. “Oh. Well. Thank goodness.”
Eddie smiles fully before taking a deep breath. He picks at the label on his soda for a moment before setting it down and stepping closer. “I… There’s nothing I can do about that first one. All you can do is ask. But… I don’t know. If it was Christopher? No matter what he did, I’d always want to hear from him. I’d always have that conversation.” Eddie wraps a strong hand around Bobby’s forearm, probably in response to the way his voice has got all hitched. “The second thing? Bobby, we’re all right here for you. Anytime you need- before you call, after, hell, if you want me there with you while you’re on the line, just tell me and I’m there.” Eddie tilts his head to make direct eye contact. “These are not empty words. Promise me you’ll reach out and I promise you I’ll be there to reach back. Alright?”
”Yeah,” Bobby says, a little winded. “I- yes. I promise.”
”Good.” Eddie nods, faith in his eyes that Bobby thinks he probably doesn’t deserve but will try his damndest to live up to. “And the third thing. I think- if it was me, and I had this in my head, even if I didn’t reach out right away it’d be eating away at me. So I don’t think there’s really sense in trying to put it off to- to spare our feelings or whatever the mean little voice in your head is telling you. I think… I dunno, maybe the timing could be a good thing. You have this big, heavy thing to go through, but then you can come over and help pick out flower arrangements or whatever. And I was joking but, look, I don’t care if you fuck up a premeditated wedding activity. I mean-“ Eddie flaps a hand, makes a face. “You’re not gonna fuck anything up. But if you’re not the happiest you could possibly be at all times, that’s fine, Bobby. Remember point two? We’re all right here for you? That doesn’t get put aside because we’ve got other shit going on.”
Bobby nods, once, shaky. “Alright. Okay- Thank you, Eddie. You- You’re a very good man.” He coughs out another laugh. “Here, alright, let’s get back on the right topic- I don’t think I’ve said how glad I am Buck has you in his life.”
Eddie grins. “Can’t be half as glad as I am he’s in mine.”
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cherry-velvet-skies · 9 months
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Are y'all living for the long hair as much as I am because myyy goshhh 😍😍😍😍😍
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mischievousspooks · 2 months
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Someone please tell me it's still Friday, somewhere...
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slightly rushed BNUUY FRIDAY
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collabwithmyself · 11 months
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this too is yuri
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anoonimthepoorchad · 5 months
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Today was a messed up day for me, as well as for many people in Kyiv, as it began with an air raid at 3 A.M., and the loud sound of explosions followed by the sound of the air raid sirens. Those were 10 ballistic missiles russia sent to our city, ruining apartment blocks and causing fire. Everything happened so fast, it was impossible for anyone to run and hide in any kind of a shelter. Now I'm afraid to sleep in my bed at night.
Yesterday I enrolled in a blood donation event at my university, all by my own initiative. I always wanted to be a donor and I finally got a chance to try this out. But I was unprepared for the food restrictions and mostly stayed half-hungry for the whole day, as well as the following morning. It also took me a lot of energy to get to the university on my own, because of the sleepless night and the lack of nutrition.
Mostly the people who were donating blood were the kids from the military department of our university, I guess it was compulsory for them to take part in this event, while I came on my own choice. I did the needed tests, got my blood type and pressure checked, drank some sweet tea and went to the classroom to have my blood drawn.
I'm not the type to be afraid of blood, nor was I forced to come here. I even argued with my grandma over me choosing to donate blood when some of my other relatives had problems with this before. Everything was fine until the very end, like 2 minutes before the needed level was reached. My body decided that hunger, tiredness and all the stress I've been under these days was enough and tried to make me unconscious. And when the doctors tried to help me, my stomach turned against my breakfast and ruined my sweater in the most embarrassing way possible. After that the pressure was normalized and I finished the donation without any complications, so I'm glad they didn't have to throw the whole portion of my blood out. The doctors made some jokes about hungry students (a funny stereotype in our culture) and made sure I had regained my strength before I went home.
The mobile service is yet to come back, so back then I only told my parents that everything was over successfully and went home, where I had a good amount of rest and washed my clothes. I still feel a bit lightheaded but mostly I'm very embarrassed. It's scary how it feels to succumb to your own body and I feel like I should have commanded it to obey and not to embarrass me in front of everyone. But I know that back then I barely understood what was going on around me, I had no power over myself at all. Still, next time I'll just make sure to eat well and to sleep well before donating blood. It just feels like I was a big child, helpless and dirty, and that I made a trouble for everyone. It ruined my happiness over finally trying to help my community.
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traumabuddies · 9 months
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fuck it friday
tagged by @wildlife4life and @panbuckley thank you<3
i saw the dash was being very horny with their snippets today sooo i'm gonna join everyone. this is for one of my kinktober prompts so you guys won't see this for a while but here you go have a short snippet!
“So,” Eddie says, nuzzling into his neck. “Like your surprise?” Instead of replying, because all words have left him, Buck turns around, not wasting a second to claim Eddie’s mouth with his. It’s a deep, filthy thing, their bodies just as attached as their mouths. He already expected to fuck his boyfriend stupid tonight, but now? Now he’s not sure he can wait. The thing is, Buck may be a little obsessed with Eddie's dick. He loves sex, he loves getting fucked within an inch of his life, and he loves sucking Eddie off, but he also just… loves holding Eddie in his mouth. He loves wrapping his lips around Eddie’s soft cock and shut down all his thoughts while Eddie watches a movie or reads a book and strokes his hair. So Eddie indulges him as often as he can, because he’s the best boyfriend ever. Sometimes after sex because Buck doesn’t feel like letting go of the mood completely, sometimes before bed just because his brain can’t shut up. It’s one of his favorite things to do, and he would almost be embarrassed by it, except Eddie seems so eager to give him what he wants every time.
tagging @transbuck @buckleyseddie @buck2eddie @911onabc @alyxmastershipper @heartbeatdiaz @lover-of-mine @rogerzsteven
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