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kissing himmm
Reblogged r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e
the issue with writing for yourself is that you will get sucked into rereading your own fic over and over and pretend it’s “editing,” but really you’re just reading because it’s exactly what you want to read. because you wrote it. for you.
and then you will be like why does this asshole never finish anything god
Start of the two-parter tomorrow and then the day after that GABRIEL LANDESKOG IS PLAYING A GAME OF PROFESSIONAL HOCKEY IN THE STATE OF COLORADO so like, rip to me, actually, I will be working while both of these things are happening so a bunch of people are definitely going to have to deal with me looking like I just wiped away tears.
#ahl tix that normally sell for about 30 bucks are going for 150+#i want a landy eagles jersey so bad i could cry but i do not have the spare change for that#gonna be spending an entire weekend alternately crying. watching videos of gabe on ice#likely trying to dissect tomorrows ep#crying some more because the captain is back#and somewhere in between all that attempting to make money#i will not be well#catie for ts
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wip wednesday wednesday
finally remembered how to write! wahoo! thanks @screamlet for the tag; passing this on to @dharmaavocado @setmeatopthepyre @liminalmemories21 @alchemistc @beanarie @rcmclachlan and anyone else who wants to play. here's some more of my 8x11 fix it wip, no crying in baseball:
"Damn, Kinard," Donato says as he rolls into work the next morning. "You lose a fight?"
After a couple tylenol and a cold shower his face doesn't feel that bad, but he was right—black eye, bruise smearing over the bridge of his nose, and a rough night of sleep because he kept rolling over onto the wrong side. "I'm fine," he says. "I got hit in the face by a softball thrown by a thirteen year old."
She winces. "I thought you were doing better after the breakup, you know? Not—not going out and getting in bar fights, or whatever."
"I didn't get in a bar fight. I got hit in the face by a softball thrown by a thirteen year old," he says, as if that's somehow better.
As if on cue Richardson pokes his head in through the door. "Kinard, there's a woman out here who wants to apologize for her daughter hitting you in the face with a—Jesus! You get in a bar fight?"
"We're friends, right?"
Eddie watches Tommy tense from the bar stool next to him. Hard to notice, when he's trying not to make direct eye contact, when he's catching Tommy in his periphery only, but there's something about the set of his shoulders that tips his hand.
Buck's still jabbering away with that probie from the 136 they met three weeks ago on the 401 and somehow already knew too much about Buck. The fact that Buck doesn't find it weird, and absolutely isn't clocking the starry-eyed admiration in the kids eyes, is not technically his problem, but it's a good launching point.
Hopefully the kid'll ask Buck about some obscure bit of Buck Lore and keep him distracted for the next few minutes.
Tommy fiddles with the label on his bottle. Tries and fails miserably to hide a gulp. "Of course," Tommy says, and Eddie watches him notice Eddie's disbelieving brow lift in the grimy mirror over the whiskey display.
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Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.
But her family. Holy shit.
First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever
Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.
And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper
And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.
And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK
And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”
So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE
And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for
And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker
And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”
And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”
And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah
Yeah, I think I kinda get it
(and the prev tags)
#Pride and prejudice#fuuuuuuuck#Yeah you both kinda stupid#I forgot some shit don’t hate me#Also yes I forgot Mary but I’m gonna say Darcy did too just to cover my ass
…Yeah. That’s just about it, isn’t it?
(And then she nukes him from orbit. Which, despite the absolutely correct summing-up of the background, is still deeply satisfying.) 😏
Buck who slept like a baby after a dicking down he's been thinking about for five months.
Tommy who couldn't quite fall asleep, sifting fingers through Buck's hair, finding thirty minute naps here and there while the towel bunched underneath him and the raw pillow frizzed his drying hair.
Buck who has sought out this house as a refuge before but couldn't sleep in it alone because it would mean his best friend was really gone, passed the fuck out after a hookup with the dude who hasn't left his mind for more than a few hours for almost a year, now.
Tommy who blinked awake at five in the morning in a panic, seeking out Buck's slumbering face and thinking "I have to feed him, that will fix things." because taking care of Evan is ingrained in him. Tommy slipping out from under the duvet and tucking it carefully around a Buck who sniffles and rolls towards Tommy's heat in his absence but continues to slumber. Tommy following his trail of clothes down the hallway, mystified that he'd gotten a solid three hours of sleep on a bare ass mattress. Tommy trying to remember if he's ever made a walk of shame while he books it to the corner store before the sun is fully risen. Tommy getting mean mugged in front of the beer case while he's trying to decide whether or not to grab the prosecco. Tommy who grabs it and thinks "What gaping vulnerability will I have to expose to be able to drink this with him today?" Tommy who blinks at his total but hands over three twenties and wonders if it was the eggs or the expensive coffee grounds because Evan always hates the cheap stuff and Tommy only buys Folgers when it's funny (Evan won't get the joke he's definitely never seen that commercial).
Tommy who spends the entire walk back trying to remember if he locked the door? Tommy who's halfway to a panic wondering if he's gonna have to bang on a window to wake Buck up and therefore ruin the surprise.
Tommy who unpacks a quarter of Buck's kitchen just finding appliances and plates and cutlery and pans and those fancy napkins he'd seen Evan eyeing that time they went shopping together and he threw them in his basket because spoiling Evan was kind of his thing.
Tommy who is completely unsurprised to find the only thing already unpacked is Buck's spice rack. He'd thrown out half of Tommy's spices after being mortified to find his thyme was seven years past its expiration date like the third time he came to Tommy's place.
Tommy making coffee and pulling out two mugs, sipping his own black because he can't find the sugar and he didn't think to buy any creamer. Tommy lining the empty trash can to hide the evidence of his little plastic containers of fruit after staring at his spread and digging for bowls because it didn't look right.
Buck waking up alone and thinking "well, that sounds about right, what did you expect, idiot" before he hears clanking pans in the kitchen. Throwing sweats on and wandering out absolutely giddy with the thought that Tommy hadn't left. Still not sure what to expect but hopeful, hopeful, hopeful.
Tommy hearing shuffling from the bedroom and LUNGING for the prosecco to hide it away/cool it down, No It's Fucking Fine Tommy He Kept Reaching For You In His Sleep You Can Do This.
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Expression is sacred, and imagination is not illegal, but when your imagination is not from the soul, and expressed with stolen talents, then you don't deserve protection, but only punishment.
guy who stole the Mona Lisa to hang it in his living room: DID YOU KNOW THEY'RE TRYING TO MAKE HOME DECOR ILLEGAL???
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Imagine getting dicked down so good that you get the best night’s sleep you’ve had so far in a house that should feel like a home but instead has felt like a cage.
Imagine you spent the night stumbling through halls and doorways with a man you’ve been pining over, creating new memories and slowly replacing the pain and loss with joy and love.
Imagine that you couldn’t stop baking the entire time he was gone and the first thing he does for you the morning after is make sure you’re fed.
Imagine being soft and sleepy with mussed curls and rumpled clothes and he looks at you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen.
Imagine holding such hope in your heart for a future together and he lets you know he’s trusting you with his heart too. He’s not so scared anymore that you’ll break it.
Imagine being in love and being loved in return.
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Buck said “that guy is cool, I like that guy” but Tommy probably heard: that guy is cool, I like that guy and thought he had to keep being that cool guy 😭
Reblogged devirnis
SO LONG WE BECOME THE FLOWERS TWO CORPSES WE WERE TWO CORPSES I SAW
— in a week by hozier
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Look, I may not be an explorer or an adventurer or a treasure seeker or a gunfighter, Mr. O'Connell.
The Mummy (1999) dir. Stephen Sommers
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