night pool
watercolour on arches paper
Here. Have kudos on that fanfic you wrote in your head while you were in the shower and never typed it out. When I recover from the brilliance of it, I’ll come back to leave a review.
IN A WORLD WHERE BEAUTY AND ATTRACTIVENESS HAVE BECOME SO COMMONPLACE AND MUNDANE THE EXCEPTIONAL UGLINESS HAS BECOME DIVINE
I SAW AN ADVERTISEMENT FOR A CAR THAT LOOKS LIKE EVERY OTHER CAR AND THEY COMPARED IT TO A UNUSUAL UGLY LITTLE VEHICLE AND ITS STRANGENESS WAS FAR MORE CAPTIVATING THAN THE SLEEK BORING CAR THE AD WAS ACTUALLY FOR
BEAUTY IS FINITE, UGLINESS IS INFINITE LIKE GOD
POV: mister Devon Price, PhD, telling me that I am right about everything
Source: Unmasking Autism, discovering the new faces of neurodiversity
Once my boyfriend told me: "You're not a burden. A burden is something you're forced to carry against your will. I freely choose to be a part of your life and that means you aren't a burden to me." I'm passing it on in case some of you need to be reminded of that.
being in your 20s is truly just living ibuprofen to ibuprofen
it’s always the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, but never the Irritating Ordeal of Being Known
someone: [correctly infers something about my personality based on my patterns of behavior]
me: [seethes with rage for some fucking reason]
wip wednesday
thank you @alyxmastershipper for the tag!! muah muah muah <3
so after like 115k words in the past month or so i decided to give myself a break and do some little fics then i started working on three at once :DDD (not to mention au planning good god) so you can have a couple of paras from each ig
concussion buck:
"How'd I do doc?"
"D minus," Eddie replies, setting the penlight back down and lowering himself back down onto the mattress. "And only because you're a bit more lucid than when you were telling me I smelt nice and I looked pretty."
"You do smell nice," Buck mutters as he burrows back into Eddie's chest. Eddie can only hope Buck still isn't lucid enough to hear the pounding of his heart. "And you're still pretty when I'm lucid."
another amnesia fic:
"I fell?" Buck raises an unimpressed eyebrow, only managing not to roll his eyes at Eddie's amused smile because he knows it will hurt.
"Yeah, badass." Eddie grins, shit-eating. "You fell. Flailing arms and all. You've got a career in physical comedy waiting for you."
"Did you laugh at me?" Buck asks, already knows the answer.
"When I knew you were okay," Eddie says softly.
spur of the moment confession:
"We can never see each other again," Buck breathes, eyes wide with horror.
"Buck," Eddie says, too indulgent to fool anyone—even himself.
uhhh i'll tag my usuals but no pressure ofc <33 @shitouttabuck @jamietarts @butchdiaz @danielsousa @binickmiller @try-set-me-on-fire
Just rewatched season one recently but wanted to do something for the start of the rewatch and I got some stamp shaped paper, so here are some locations from 1x01 and 1x02
6x15 Coda | Buck POV | 1k words | Confessions, Getting Together
"I see you." Is the first thing that Eddie says when Buck opens the door to his apartment to find his best friend standing in the hallway at eleven o'clock in the evening looking all kinds of distraught.
"I–, what?"
"I see you, Buck."
"Well, yes. You're standing right in front of me." Buck says, stepping back to let Eddie in the door. "Why are you here? Where's Chris?"
"At Pepa's for the night." Eddie shakes his head like he doesn't understand why Buck is asking, like it's irrelevant, and he leans against the kitchen bench. "But that's not–. Buck."
The way Buck's name crosses his lips is almost like a wine, a plea. Eddie's shoulders are a tense line while he rings his fingers together and chews his lip. Buck's skin prickles with apprehension.
"Do you want a beer?" Buck asks slowly.
"No. No, no thank you. I just–." Eddie stumbles through his words like they're too big for his mouth. "No, I just need you to listen for a minute."
He takes a deep breath and shifts his feet like he's settling himself.
"I see you, Buck! You are kind, and you are thoughtful. You–, you hate mustard and love cooking shows and you screw your nose up every time you see one of those little scraggly dogs but you'll stop to pat it anyway.
day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.
Reblog to send care packages to our troops on the front lines (ao3 volunteers) in their fight against this eminent threat (DDoS attacker).
"gender envy or attraction?" both. i want to be him AND i want to fuck him.
I love that the minute AO3 goes down everyone collectively flocks to this website to ask the same question with varying levels of insanity attached
