#the things i’m ready for...

[dragonfollies]

How the last few episodes of Fionna and Cake have been

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#Cake would definitely say this unironically with no hesitation let’s be real #this is the first thing I thought of after I finished ep 7/8 #aside from being on edge the whole time #I’m not ready for the next episode it’s going to legitimately end me #be prepared for that #there’s gonna be so many tags on this one… #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake fanart #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #marshall lee #gary prince #prince gumball #gumlee #garylee #i genuinely did not know their ship name so I’m guessing it’s this #princess bubblegum #bonnibel bubblegum #marceline #bubbline #Fionna and cake Fionna #Fionna and cake cake #<- I always debate tagging them since their names are already on the title #yuri #follysart #digital art

[solarpunkani]

Hot 4am take but I feel like if we want to get people more interested in making their yards a more habitable space for wildlife like insects, we have to acknowledge that ‘Don’t want bugs in your house’ is still a 100% fair and valid point of view. ‘Loves nature’ and ‘doesn’t want roaches spiders and mosquitoes in the house’ aren’t opposites.

And with that in mind, when we propose to people that spraying pesticides around houses is Not A Good Idea, Actually, I feel like we need to give an alternative asides from ‘deal with it.’

#solarpunk #anti pesticides #ani rambles #this is coming from personal opinion at 4am keep that in mind but like #I’m scared of roaches. i’m fine with them outside though #my parents dont like roaches and for good reason. they spray Ortho Home Defense along the veeery edge of the concrete by the doors to #keep roaches and shit from coming in because yknow. Florida. #if I tell them ‘hey actually we shouldn’t spray pesticides inside (ie raid spray) or outside (ie home defense) #theyre gonna ask wtf to do instead to prevent roaches #and if I tell them ‘nothing suck it up buttercup’ they’re gonna laugh and then double down on the sprays #we gotta have an alternative ready and honestly maybe I’m not looking in the right places but I genuinely don’t know of any #like one online friend told me leaving brush piles around the yard decreased the amount of bugs trying to come in but like #thats one person. anecdotal. and I haven’t seen anything online confirming that as a thing (yet) #idk man I’m going to bed. #might delete later #house pest saga

[elya-doodles]

🫴

#fanart #artists on tumblr #art #stranger things fanart #stranger things #stranger things fandom #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanart #byler #byler fanart #listen #everyone’s always talking about mike coming out to Will or El first #but I need him to come out to his mom first #like full on visceral sobbing in his moms arms #there’s no way there just gonna give us Karen trying to get him to open up every season #and not expect me not to want this #imagine Mike comes home already ready to snap #and his mom sees and asks him what’s wrong #and bro just breaks tf down in his moms arms #and like tells her he’s gay or he’s in love with Will idk #do you see the vision #karen wheeler #stranger things season 5 #ignore how sketchy this is #I’m dying #you have no idea #I’ve been thinking about this for weeks #lgbtqia #coming out #angst

[chiliyue-archived]

cause i love to love, to love, to love you

↬ in which you have him all lovesick and smiles

includes; dazai, chūya, atsushi, fyodor

notes; i am gonna pretend i didn’t disappear for 2-3 months. this has been in my drafts for so long :( i tried to clean it up as much as i could but it’s really old jfjdks

DAZAI

dazai appears happy. present tense.

his typical inquiries for double suicides came to lessen to conscious degree, substituting in drinking sake together when the sun cowers, nothing but a string of nonsensical chatter proceeding each sip.

he was sticky like that: unannounced visits, impromptu phone calls, sudden changes in his schedule to accommodate yours. in any case, he isn’t one to shy from stooping as low as whining if it rewards him with your familiar face.

( his windpipes splinter before he could mutter it out loud, but the solitude that’s wedged deep in his bones for so long felt lighter when you were near. he questions how long such benevolence would last before becoming sullied by his hand… ).

…and yet all things considered, it hasn’t deterred him from courting you nonetheless. at times he can’t help but think he’s taken a bite of his own medicine when he’s the one skipping around like a helpless maiden.

and yet again in spite of it all, his brazenness remains perpetually untouched as ever. he entertains different approaches if only to coax out a new reaction from you and he’s not bashful in the slightest. so much so, he remains unruffled even under the scrutiny of your coworkers.

. . .

“ this is highly unprofessional.”

“ don’t be so mean, bella. don’t you know how much i missed you?”

your eyes flit down to the man currently using your lap as a headrest, the rest of his body stretching over the expanse of the couch. he was shameless, that much was certain, but his ability to remain unperturbed whilst in his lovey dovey state was impressive. you cocked a brow, sighing.

“ osamu.” his lips visually twitched at the call of his name; it’s a word warm on your tongue but leaves the hairs on his nape at your mercy anyway. " you saw me fifteen minutes ago—”

“ twenty.” he corrected, cheeky (and quite frankly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled that number out his ass). “ but it was the longest twenty minutes of my life.”

he was unrepentant as ever, experimentally positioning his head to rest on the plush on your thighs. by muscle memory, he began to absently draw shapes wherever he could reach, a crude rendition of stars decorating over the bend of your knee.

he smiles innocently when you squint at him, the gleam in his eyes unwavering. “ only a couple more minutes and i would have been yours,” you mutter out, your voice not as sturdy as you hoped. “ at home.”

dazai almost turns pouty at that. almost. “ but my love, i’ve missed you like crazy. twenty minutes is too long, how can i possibly manage?” the words come out through a breathy exhale and you watch as his lashes kiss his cheeks when he flutters them closed. “ all i could think about is you. and now i have you right here.” he hopes his words carry as much truth as the way his heart does, scurrying away the cold that's mocked him for so long. “ can’t we just stay like this a little longer? pretty please?”

resigned to your fate, you could only clamor your palms over your features— if only to salvage your waning dignity from your coworkers.

unfortunate though… that in doing so you miss the blissful smile curling on his lips as he peeks at you from below. and atsushi notes(after throughly grimacing, not expecting him to be so blunt), it reaches his eyes too.

CHŪYA

" chūya-"

" you can't flirt with me. i have a partner."

terse, stubborn and slurred. if the groggy voice wasn’t enough to confirm your suspicions, the shit-face look belonging to your boyfriend did. he was drunk. wasted if you were to speak bluntly.

in truth, it really doesn’t come off as much of a surprise; his ability to hold his liquor was nothing to brag of (despite what he may profusely argue) and you’re half-convinced he’s already forgotten his own name.

still, you don’t loosen your grip on his sleeve even under the figurative holes he’s burned with his stare. “ chūya. i am your partner.”

“you—! wha-!” his voice erupts into a sudden warble, eyes akin to saucers. " you… you are??"

he takes what’s left of his thinning rationality to study you proper; the style of your hair, your clothing, the smell of perfume/cologne, the familiar quirk of your lips—

oh, he thinks as you push back the loose bangs veiling his face. he doesn’t make any attempts to move, feet stalled and eyes blinking, evidently stunned.

you decide to press on. “ do i look familiar now…?” the lilit of your voice grazes against his ear, plucking out a faint memory tucked somewhere in the crevice of his fuzzy head.

oh. he thinks twice, the stern look bruising his face thawing.

without realizing it, he squares his shoulders in any attempt to remedy his current disheveled appearance, slumped posture pulled taut in— what he hopes— was a more put together frame. conversely, he wobbles on his feet when you continue to eat away at the distance, the ghost of your touch pushing pinpricks into his skin.

“ you’re- you’re really all mine…?” he cringes as soon as it leaves his mouth, coming off eager and hopeful. something like a laugh escapes you and he can’t tell if that’s what made his stomach turn or the alcohol. perhaps both.

“ that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you. you’re so stubborn when you’re drunk.” you punctuate the words with a kiss to his cheek, now warm with revelation. chūya, exhausting the last bits of his energy, shrinks beneath it, a gloved hand clutching his reddened face defensively.

“ why haven’t i made you my spouse yet?” he remarks it so suddenly, you nearly choke on air. he can’t even comprehend what you say thereafter or register the look beginning to contort your features, nothing but liquid courage keeping him afloat.

but- well, if there’s anything the haze trotting his head and his thinning cognition could agree on, it’s that your ring finger appears a little too barren for his liking.

( but not for much longer, he hopes )

ATSUSHI

the sudden change in atsushi’s behavior was a notable observation within the ADA, many of whom watched as the weretiger became stupefied by a face belonging to you. it wasn’t long before concluding it was all the result of a crush; the culprit of which being atsushi himself who played his hand poorly at discretion.

the lovesick chatter would leave his mouth without much rationality, waxing of "[name] this" or "[name] that," and effectively becoming on the receiving end of his praises. it was almost a routine of sorts, occupied by stutters, belated responses and his fidgety footfalls. by the end of it, he fruitlessly attempts to steady his rabbiting heart— if only to stop his blush from staining beyond his cheeks.

even now as he silhouettes by the agency door, the rattle of rain is deafened by the rush of blood to his ears. he anxiously worries the handle of the umbrella in his palms, bouncing from one sole of his feet to the other. should he just ask you? maybe he should wait… now that he thinks about it would be more appropriate to just leav—

“ damn it.” he perks at your sound of displeasure, his heart spiking. “ so much for leaving in a hurry…” you stiffen, realizing you have nothing but a coat protect you from the weather. the flimsy jacket you hurriedly plucked from your wardrobe only added flavor to your disappointment.

atsushi doesn’t miss the opportunity; his feet carries him to you before the unpleasant voice lurking deep in his subconscious bullies him otherwise. “ we can share,” he gestures to his own, silently praying his voice was leveled. it wobbles anyway and by now his knuckles are sheen white as a product of his nerves.

with the organ jumping around in his chest, he almost doesn’t register your ‘thank you,’ only that his fingers were quickly undoing the straps of the umbrella before you could change your mind ( he impulsively bought it earlier that day— his previous pair worned out and far too tiny for two people. but when you thank him with a kind smile, hands slightly brushing with each step, he argues it was the best 800 yen he’s ever spent ).

… that said, a more appropriate question is how you managed to remain naive to all his pining for so long— he’s become despairingly obvious against his own good and yet he can’t find it in himself to change himself, a perpetual lovesick look copy and pasted whenever you entered his proximity.

the same can't be said to everyone else however and he wasn’t particularly pleased when he caught wind of the bets exchanged among his treacherous colleagues. he fears it's only a matter of time before one of them blabs their tongue to you. at this rate, perhaps one of them should.

. . .

" y'know atsushi," ranpo once said, offering his companion a gleaming simper. " you reallllyyy talk about [name] a lot."

"oh.”

his heart flutters, eyes slowly blinking.

" yeah,” he smiles. “ i guess i do.”

FYODOR

" you've been awfully quiet, my dear." fyodor’s voice was just loud enough over the sound of clashing cutlery, fixing you a gaze of genuine interest. " is the meal not to your liking?"

you feel your lips twist into a frown. for being attentive, he (for once) falsely saunters pass the source of your displeasure, failing to recognize the extent of your internal woes. " no- no-" you fidget with your fingers, ignoring the way your propped elbows skidded against the table. the behaviour doesn't go unnoticed by the former, who takes it upon himself to hook his index fingers with yours. “ there’s something i’ve been meaning to ask of you. a… request of sorts.”

“ what is it? i’ll have it shipped to you by the end of the week,” he offers generously though it quickly fades into a confused hum when you shake your head at the proposition.

" it isn’t something you can buy…” you drop your gaze from him to the scantly poked portions of cuisine on your plate. fearing he may misinterpret your words and assume it to be unattainable - perhaps gifting you something ludicrous as a piece of land - you amended quickly. " it’s not what you assume to be either.”

at that, he bums questioningly. “ then what displeases you, my darling?” he provides a faint squeeze to your hand, igniting something warm and paradoxical to his thin layer of frigid skin. “ what can i offer to rid you that frown?”

" just your company.”

" my company?"

" yes." perplexed, he cocks his head; an invitation. willing an inhale to your lungs, you took a moment to gather possession of your words. “ these days you've been rather occupied. i was hoping for perhaps… if we may spend some time together?"

fyodor appears vaguely surprised by that, something unfamiliar fortifying around him. requesting his time felt like a hefty expenditure just in itself and it wasn’t too far fetched to assume he’ll disregard it in favor of some plot embellishing deep within his brain. but a swift refusal never comes.

“ i see,” he finally says after a brief pause. his voice was so soft you wondered if it was meant for you to hear.

it's grows quiet before he speaks again, the fingers curled around your hand withdrawing but not before providing the tips a delicate squeeze. " i can arrange some time tomorrow for you,” he proffers. “ will that satisfy your request, myshka?"

hardly anything can catch fyodor off guard, but something had to be said in the way you brightened at the suggestion, a deep curve coasting over your lips. how pleasant you are.

" yes," you hastily replied, dipping your head slightly. " more than perfect. thank you."

the way your lineaments crossed into a smile was always enduring to observe — exasperated, but one he wouldn’t mind seeing tomorrow knowing he was the cause for such elation.

( idly, he wonders what he can do to see it again ).

A/N !

i’ve been meaning to post this for months but it’s so old & i never quite (and still kinda don’t) liked it :(( fyodor’s is bit ooc jfjdkskla

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#¡! ❞ sincerely rora #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #atsushi x reader #fyodor x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #dazai fluff #chuuya fluff #atsushi fluff #fyodor fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x y/n #i don’t remember how to tag things 🥹 #i’m so nervous posting this. i’m lil ready to cry a bit . this isn’t particularly great but it’s been in my drafts long enough #idk if it’s obvious but i kinda gave up on fyodor’s & dazais parts. it gave me major headaches #i feel like these would have been so much better if i had dedicated a fic individual jfjdksk #kunikida was originally part of this line up. but the draft was beyond redeemable. #i was tempted to remove chuuyas part as well but i think i manage to make it decent?? #dazai is so long. my favoritism is showing ha ha h a

[sillyfairygarden]

moonflowers & lilies

#pearlecentmoon fanart #mcyt #mcyt fanart #could be interpreted as HC or traffic or new life. ambiguous pearliemoon art #pearlescentmoon #thellos art corner #75 minute painting to get back into the swing of things #i’m back from vacation and im ready for the new year :)) #i got a klimt artbook pdf and i’m just obsessing over the color and textures

[corrodedcoughin]

thinking about how if Eddie was cornered for a fight he’d probably play to his strengths and try to freak out his attackers by bouncing around like old timey boxers, looking like a kangaroo and punching the air while saying ‘oh you wanna go??? You wanna go??? Well let me tell you! There’s going to be three hits!!! Me hitting you, you hitting the floor and the ambulance hitting 80 when it takes you to the hospital. That’s right. The old left, right, goodnight. The ol’ razzle dazzle!’

And the guys just…leave? Because what is this guy doing? And why is he moving like that?

Eddie munson: 1, bullies: 42. Things are finally looking up.

What Eddie doesn’t know is that Steve Harrington was standing just off to the side and waved the bullies on when he saw it all kick off. Not wanting to interrupt Eddie’s…technique…he did what he could without raising suspicions

#PLEASE someone say they know what I’m #talking about. like the kind of fight where he’s bouncing around being distracting then he’d like tap the guy on the nose and the guy is #like ‘wtf????’ and Eddie is all ‘see!! get any close and you’ll never make it out alive!!!’ #and Steve was watching the whole thing from the gym doors readying to swoop in but turns out eddie didn’t need him #idk I have the exact video in my head but it might not exist #’whhyyy I OUGHTTA’ Eddie being a dramatic jam #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #oh girly I know it’s a flop but it’s funny to ME

[monstersandbrothers]

this video……most Haunted of all

#wherever you are #wherever you go #just when you think you’ve forgotten #just know this video is lurking #ready to psychologically damage you all over again #Michael rosenbaum modern day hero #real things that exited Jackles mouth #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #Jensen ackles #jared padalecki #j2 #listen I’m not a tinhat it’s all just for giggles

[keeponquinning]

Do we think Gale Dekarios is into dirty talk.

Like be absolutely FILTHY about it. MDNI 18+

Like. Feral??? Cursing?? Talking about how good his cock feels inside your cunt. Your pussy. Inside you???

Or does he do it but in his Gale, flowery words that make not only your body ache for him but your heart??

Comparing the magic wrapped around his cock to the magic of the Weave, feeling it crackling every where, surrounding him like an embrace he never knew he needed until he met you.

Or does he become a ravaging animal with you, because you make him so. You make this charming, collected man grow hot to the point where he can’t even form words as he’s fucking you. And he is fucking you with every inch of him because you just feel that good.

All with groans, whimpers and growls.

You’ve turned the wizard man into a beast and it’s just how the two of you like him to be.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #gale dekarios smut #gale dekarios x reader #gale x tav #and with that gotta get ready for work but things that pop up in my head bc I’m trash #no one tell Tim about tumblr please

[emblazons]

CEASE AND DESIST ST WRITERS LMAOOO (x)

#stonathan repair coming in HOT and I’m ready for it lmaooo #stranger writers #stranger things #stonathan #steve harrington #jonathan byers #the me tag

[why-the-heck-not]

01.09.23, friday

coffee, honey-mustard pretzels, laundry, pumpkin chai tea

#i’m trying this new thing of posting daily-ish bc idk maybe it’d help be distinguish days from each other and could look back like ’’oh okay #so that’s what I did couple days ago’’ lol #but that means; get ready for some very average/repetitive posts sorry in advance #bookblr #studyblr #booklr #aesthetic #books #study #reading #read #book #studyspo #dark academia #september 2023 #2023

[its-your-mind]

*deep breath in*

the fears 👏 have always 👏 been (in one way or another) 👏 parallel 👏 to 👏 desire 👏

let me explain.

so many of the statements given by actual avatars center around some sort of need that was met by their entity. Lots of them even had a positive relationship with the fear that drove them.

Jane Prentiss is an excellent example - the Corruption has always been about a form of toxic and possessive love, but she personally has a deep desire to be “fully consumed by what loves her,” and finds a perverse joy and relief at allowing herself to be a home

Jude Perry is another - she fucking loved watching people’s lives be utterly destroyed. The Desolation only offered her a power of destruction on a grander scale, and then gave her a more intense rush of joy as she did its work. When she tells Jon that he needs to feed the Eye before it feeds on him, it’s almost as an afterthought; she was happily feeding the Desolation long before it burned her into a new existence.

Simon Fairchild. Every time that old loose bag of bones wanders into the picture, he is having a fucking EXCELLENT time playing with the Vast. He loves showing people their own insignificance, and he loves luring them into situations where he can throw them into the void as he smiles and waves.

Peter Lukas (hell, the whole Lukas family (except Evan. RIP Evan.)) hated. people. all he wanted was for them all to go away, to leave him alone. The Lonely only fulfilled that desire.

Daisy, Trevor, and Julia, all devoted to hunting those things they deemed monstrous.

Melanie, holding tight to that bullet in her leg because on some level, she wanted it. It felt good, it felt right, it felt like it fit right alongside the anger and spite that drove her to success.

Annabelle Cane first encountered the Web when she was a child, running away from home in order to tug on her parents’ heartstrings in just the right way to have them wrapped around her little finger. Later on she volunteered to be the subject of an ESP study. Hell, she’s the one who dangled the “Is it really You that wants this?” question over Jon’s head in S4.

And that brings us to Jon, beloved Jarchivist, the Voice that Opened the Door. Ever since he was a child targeted by the Web, he was looking for answers. He joined the Magnus Institute’s Research Department looking for them, he stalked his coworkers in search for them, he broke into Gertrude’s flat and laptop out of desperation for them. And when he realized that all he had to do was Ask to get truthful answers to his questions? It was only natural for him to jump at that opportunity.

Elias told S3 Jon that he did want this, that he chose it, that at every crossroads he kept pushing onwards, and the inner turmoil that caused was one of the focal points for Jon’s character through the rest of the podcast.

There’s a certain line of thinking in many circles about the power of the Devil: he’s not able to create anything new. All he’s able to do is twist and warp that which was already present, making it something ugly and profane while still maintaining the facade of something desirable.

Jon didn’t choose the Eye. But he did wander into its realm of power, exhibiting exactly the qualities it was most capable of hijacking and warping to its own ends. Jon didn’t choose the Apocalypse. But Jonah picked at him little by little, pointing him towards each Fear individually. Jon didn’t want to release the Fears. But the Web tugged on his strings just so and laid a pretty trail for him to follow until he reached its desired conclusion.

Jon didn’t choose ultimate power, or omniscience, or even his own role as Head Archivist. But he said “yes” to the right (wrong?) orders and kept on pushing for the right (wrong?) answers. He wanted to succeed at the work he had been assigned. He wanted to protect his friends. He wanted to rescue them when they were lost. He wanted to prevent the apocalypse, to save the world. He wanted to know why he was still alive, when so many had died right in front of him.

The Great Wheel of Evil Color that is the Entities might not fit as neatly into categories in this universe - maybe there was no Robert Smirke trying to impose strict categories on emotional experiences, or maybe the ways they manifest in the world has turned on its head (goodness knows many of them have been showcased and blended in some very fun and new and horrifying ways so far) - but their fundamental foundations seem to be the same. Hell, in episode one we learned that there had been enough individual incidents to create a distinction between “dolls, watching” and “dolls, human skin.”

Smirke’s Fourteen isn’t going to be relevant as common parlance, RQ said that already, but I don’t think that means the Fears themselves (and their Dream Logic-based rules) are different - I think it means that the levels of understanding, language used, and personal connections among people “in the know” are going to be entirely unfamiliar

#tma #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp meta #tmagp analysis #the entities #robert smirke #smirke's fourteen #mind write a meta post that doesn’t turn into a fucking essay challenge #I literally thought about citing my episode sources here but decided that would get too FUCKING long. #anyway I’m pulling mostly from Gerry’s statement (111) and #and the Big Elias Group Confrontation (92) #and Annabelle’s statement (147) #and then finale - 196 / 197 / 200 #there are other little lines that I grabbed - tbh feel free to ask about anything I’ve said bc I feel like I’m ready to defend a thesis #I’ve been thinking about this on and off for a few weeks since the desire thing started going around #I have an obsession with Themes as they relate to Worldbuilding and now I have subjected you all to it as well #I am serious tho if anyone wants me to pull the specific parts I’m talking about (whether cuz you have Questions or you wanna ref them too) #lmk #my hyperfocus on silly media brain might as well come in useful somehow #aight peace ✌️

[petrichormore]

Kinda sad the creepy toxic eclipseduo arc is over cuz I think people missed a great moment of it while q!Forever was going through the scanner, not realizing he lost his inventory, and then following Bad across the room not looking at anything else and going “So. Are you ready to say yes?” That was like. top tier horror.

He didn’t say “Are you ready to answer?” He said “Are you ready to say yes?”

And that’s… a crazy sentence. Like the entire stream q!Forever had already been behaving like yes was the only conceivable answer but hearing him say it to q!Bad’s face meant he was probably getting tired of the stalling. Good thing they saved him in time.

Sigh,,, maybe toxic eclipseduo would’ve been too powerful… either way I can’t wait to watch the fallout.

#like I’m sorry but ‘are you ready to say yes’ is a CRAZY THING TO SAY. LIKE IT IS #qsmp #qsmp liveblog #qsmp badboyhalo #eclipseduo #4halo

[carpetbug]

darling duusu my beloved

#carpetbug art #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #miraculous fanart #kwami #duusu #ml duusu #kwami duusu #babe wake up new carpetbug kwami just dropped #the motherest to ever mother #even tho their design is based off a male peacock #i am having the worst burnout for literally everything in my life so i’m very sorry for so little things to share #la llorona is almost ready to be out and i’m still plugging away at my different aus #i’m just. a last quarter senior. and the senioritis is killing me #ml feline blue au #ml fbau #also why do liiri and orikko both have beaks and this bitch dont. what’s up with that

[hopeworth]

love the implication in ready set love that the most common type of romance is wlw because the majority of the population is made of up of women. that’s how it SHOULD be.

#ready set love #also: AROACE CHARACTER!!!!! #cheesy ass show. i’m invested tho. #i cant stand thai dramas usually because the cadence and pacing of the dialogue is so unnatural. and also The Exaggerations. #a lot of soap operas would rock on a stage tho #but the exaggerated reactions and acting style is not my thing

[hailperseusjackson]

me when bella ramsey does literally anything as ellie:

#look. i know i basically said this same thing last week #but they are LITERALLY stealing the WHOLE DAMN SHOW #their performance is just so phenomenal #i’m just in awe #i literally can’t wait for more #like shit. when we get to david…. i will be seated. popcorn and tissues at the ready #ellie williams #bella ramsey #the last of us #tlou spoilers #(not really but just in case) #tlou hbo spoilers #tlou hbo

[anachilles]

firefighter!bucky x bartender!buck AU

Gale works at the haunt of the local firefighters to put food on the table and a roof over his (and his cat’s) head while he studies for his doctorate.

Bucky’s ex-military, having enlisted to the Air Force straight out of high school, but is now a firefighter and dedicated patron of the station’s most beloved dive bar. Even more so when he meets who he’s convinced is the love of his life.

It becomes a running joke that Gale refuses to both A) wear a name tag and B) tell Bucky his name.

So obviously the only choice for Bucky is to flirt with him shamelessly and relentlessly every time he’s in the bar. Pulling his metaphorical pigtails and running away.

Also: “Well if you’re not gonna tell me your name, suppose we could just share mine.” And so, ‘Buck’ was born.

Even the other bartenders start calling him Buck. When they know his actual name!!

Becomes known around the station as Bucky’s teetotaller barmaid crush. Antics, mutual pining, and falling in love ensue.

Featuring:

Curt, Douglass, Demarco, Veal, and Hambone as fellow firefighters.

‘Chick’ Harding as Station Chief.

Crosby, Brady, Blakely, and Helen as fellow bar staff. Rosie’s also here, Buck’s good friend from college who comes and hangs out at the bar often to catch up and work on legal cases on the quiet nights, etc.

Jack Kidd as the bar manager. Of course.

#clegan #buck x bucky #masters of the air #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #things i do instead of sleep: this #no joke this idea was the first thought I had upon waking yday #mapped out a good majority of it while I was getting ready for work and commuting there 🫠 #if/when (probably when) I write this this is all subject to change lmao #like idk where exactly I’m gonna put him but I have croz in here so I gotta get bubbles in too #leave it with me x #📝: firehouse!au