Old-school Tumblr expat returning after many years away in the skeleton wars. They/them. Rarepair and crackship enthusiast. Multi-fandom but mostly 9-1-1, Hannibal, and IWTV.
I haven't used Tumblr in about a decade, but life is shit and I wanted to look at gifs of hotties and get back into posting my writing.
Anyway, I'm Ed, I use they/them pronouns but am okay with anything. I've been in and out of fandom since I was just a wee thing posting on forums about how cool it would be if Draco Malfoy kissed Harry Potter or even just me.
Current fixations: Louis/Lestat (an obsession I thought would die in 2006 but here it is again), Armand/Daniel, Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard (apparently not a fun thing to be part of right now but I survived 2000s LiveJournal fandom drama), Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers, various others that keep edging their way in.
Constant pairings: Gimli/Legolas, Kirk/Spock, Bilbo/Thorin, Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson, Nandor/Guillermo, Gentlebeard, Ouizzy, Wee Hands, random other ones from a huge variety of fandoms. I'm 35, I've had internet access since the 90s, I spent a long time in the closet outside my internet communities, so the list is long.
hi I hope you're doing ok! saw you hadn't posted in a few days
Thank you, kind and lovely person. To be honest, I'm kind of just wanting to curl up and play video games and pretend the world doesn't exist for a bit.
We got some scary health news about one of my parents, which has been A Lot. They're fine for now, but there's some very serious concerns about the future and what could happen. It's complicated because this is someone who's already considered terminally ill and can't make their own medical decisions, so there's a lot of questions and variables. The people who make the decisions about all of this are my sister and myself, and it's been a long few days of figuring out what to do and who we need to talk to and how to get through all of this while making sure we're still able to be effective caretakers and functioning adults.
I use fandom as an escape from this, that's kind of why I don't take any of it too seriously most of the time and try to be mellow and relaxed. It's my safe space to retreat to when everything gets difficult. I actually started writing again because it was something to do while I was trying to unwind from everything happening, but this is just hitting me hard and burning me out. I need to see my therapist, stop sleeping all the time, and do some writing even if it sucks bad.
The fact that there's that much Sorority Boys content on Tumblr dot com makes my old ass so happy. 🥹💜 I love loving bad movies, especially with other people.
Is this movie a mess that aged poorly seconds after its release? Yeah. Will I watch it again? Absolutely. (Insert "do it for her" board, but it's covered in pictures of Adina). Also, did Barry Watson's character probably come out as transfemme since 2002? Definitely, and good for her.
(This will also fill a prompt for @bottomtommyweek Day 3: Toybox and @911-rarepair-bingo for Date Night. And@fenrirscarsback requested something similar, so this also for that. This also ended up being like 5k words, so there's going to be an AO3 link cutting off the fic at the end or you can click here.)
I was the Sorority Boys anon from a while back, and I've kept thinking about rewatching that movie ever since. So thank you for inspiring me to spend this bullshit holiday the way God intended: watching Michael Rosenbaum wear two bad wigs and have a dildo fight.
When I tell you the chokehold this man had on me in 2002...I rented this movie from Blockbuster several times because of him. All because I had a crush on him in Smallville.
Though looking at him now, he looks like my cousin Lisa.
here's a quick snippet from the donnie/graham halloween fic I'm working on for the rarepair bingo's holiday square! hopefully I can finish and post it sometime this weekend 🧛♂️
He doesn’t know where to look. The vest Donnie is wearing hugs his broad chest beautifully, and those pants are downright obscene. He’s suddenly overcome with the desire to drop to his knees and lick his boots.
Donnie spins around for him, arms spread wide. God, his arms. “Well, what do you think?”
Graham blinks at him. He genuinely doesn’t think he can answer that question with any coherence. With some effort, he drags his eyes back up to Donnie’s face. “...who are you supposed to be?”
He grins wide, exposing a pair of fangs. “I’m Dracula, of course.”
EEEEDDDD. Your new fic is so sexy and good. But, just a heads up, in case other people have problems too, every time I try to bookmark it, it won't let me, it keeps saying there's an error. 😭😭 I'll keep trying.
OH NO. I don't know if I did something wrong or if AO3 is having problems. 😭
Written for @bottomtommyweek Day Two: Kinks (alternate prompt). Here there be drugged sex/somnophilia. It's Buck/Tommy!
Tommy exists in the realm of what he thinks of as “vanilla kinks,” which is to say that he’s spanked a few people, gone cruising via apps, and his boyfriend calls him Daddy sometimes. But Evan is helping him to expand his horizons, because normally Tommy would only be willing to explore most things if he trusts someone. There’s no one in the world he trusts more than Evan.
“You’ve gotta have fantasies, though,” Evan says from where his head is pillowed on Tommy’s stomach. “Like, I still have some I haven’t done because it would break the law or because it’s not physically possible.”
“You mean like porn scenarios or what?” Tommy asks, and Evan's eyebrows raise. “What?”
“Babe, all your porn is just us, amateur couples fucking, or bears with muscle bottoms,” he points out, and Tommy flushes. “There's no story in any of them, they’re just on a bed or whatever.”
“There used to be,” he admits, stroking his fingers through Evan’s messy curls. “Back in the day of dial-up, I used to download whatever was available. It was mostly sad Eastern European guys, gay-for-pay frat bros, and twinks getting fucked in classrooms by balding ‘roid monsters. I don't miss it.”
“That’s pretty fair,” Evan concedes, making a face. “You never liked any of them?”
“I mean, I was a horny teenager, so I was just happy to be looking at a dick that wasn't my own,” he points out, then pauses. “Okay, some of the frat guy ones were hot.”
Evan raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Yeah?”
Tommy reaches out to poke the eyebrow with his fingertip. “What about you? What's your not physically possible fantasy?”
“Freezing time, playing with the person I want, and then time unfreezes and they feel everything I did all at once,” Evan says easily, and Tommy blinks. “I read it in a porn story once. It'd be with consent in my case, obviously. But you'd blink and be fine and normal and then immediately be cumming and feel like you just got fucked.”
“That's…you know what? Fair enough,” Tommy says, considering that for all of a half a second and deciding it would be really hot. “You could always just fuck me while I'm sedated. That's sort of similar. I'd try it.”
Evan scratches his nails through Tommy's happy trail for a moment. “If we hate it, we just never do it again.”
“Exactly.”
He smiles up at Tommy before wriggling up for a kiss, and Tommy wonders if being with another person was always supposed to be this easy or if Evan's just that special.
I took a brief, brief kind of break not really from prompt fills from my ask box (BUT THOSE WILL GET FILLED) to do event prompt fills. This is a Sal/Tommy fic featuring bottom Tommy, so this is both for @911-rarepair-bingo and @bottomtommyweek. This is for Bottom Tommy Day One: First Time as well as First Time and Secret Relationship for Rare Pair Bingo.
It takes all of two weeks of fooling around for Tommy to press up against Sal in an equipment room and tell him in a soft rush of words: “I want you to fuck me.”
Sal squeezes the back of his neck, sending a shiver down Tommy's spine at the casual show of possessiveness, even if no one's around to see it. And then he kisses Tommy's cheekbone and lips. “Tell me when and where, sweetheart.”
They make a tentative plan for the next afternoon to meet up at Sal's place. It's tentative because Tommy might have to pull a double to cover Jim in B-shift. When he gets a text about two hours before the end of their own shift that he's finally recovered from the bug that had taken him out, Tommy finds Sal in the kitchen making eggs.
“See you later,” he says softly, and Sal smiles without looking over at him.
“See you.”
He's a headcase when he gets home, trying to get some sleep because they were up half the night with a pileup. But all he can do is toss and turn and try not to think about the fact that he's about to get fucked by his best friend/fuckbuddy/whatever.
At eleven, he gets a text from Sal.
Wanna come over now instead?
Tommy's out of bed and turning on the shower before he's even tapped out a response.
I think that Bobby was reminded too much of Sal sometimes when Eddie started showing how cocky but capable he was, and he mentions this in passing to Sal when they run into each other somewhere (on a call?) and Sal's like well now I gotta meet this kid. So he does and he's immediately flirting and leaning into Eddie's space and grinning, and Bobby doesn't have any feelings about this even though that's his firefighter and his former problem.
And eventually when he figures out that Sal and Eddie are definitely fucking, he's going to be Completely Fine And Normal about it. He's not going to imagine what it's like to have both of them on his knees in front of him or how it feels to be sandwiched between two beefy men who always act like they have something to prove specifically to him.
Except he'll almost catch them so many times that it becomes suspicious. It's like they want him to see, even though Eddie turns bright red and can barely meet his eye. He also finds more and more reasons to come to Bobby's office when he's in there that start feeling more and more made up.
And I think when Sal finally sits down in that office and tells him outright that he should come over for drinks the next night and Bobby points out that he doesn't drink, Sal would grin and say:
"Me neither. Come over anyway."
There are so many ethical issues here that we're going to ignore for the sake of porn and ~dynamic~.
Ed Ed Ed. Tommy calls Buck puppy and Eddie kitten please please please. And Buck calls Tommy daddy and Eddie calls Tommy sir please please please. Buck roleplays as an eager puppy and Eddie roleplays as a grumpy kitten. They squabble occasionally, especially for Tommy's attention
(Okay so I'm honestly NOT SURE if this fully fills the prompt. I have been struggling to write the last couple days.)
There’s a soft jingle when he opens the door, like keys, but Tommy knows better. He rounds the corner into the living room and finds Evan pinning Eddie to the couch with Eddie trying in vain to push his bulk off.
“You're so annoying,” Eddie groans.
“Don't be mean,” Evan says, nuzzling his neck. Tommy can see the way his hips are shifting against Eddie, and he can see how flushed Eddie is and the way he's grabbing Evan just as much as he's trying to push him. “Daddy might spank you.”
“Would I?” Tommy asks just as Evan sinks his teeth into the back of Eddie's neck and lets out a soft growl when Eddie swipes back at him. “Puppy.”
Evan releases Eddie's neck and nuzzles the spot before smiling innocently at Tommy. “Hey, Daddy.”
“Get him off,” Eddie complains.
“I left for an hour,” Tommy says, exasperated and fond. He sits on the coffee table and reaches out to tug lightly at Evan's curls, and Evan grinds against Eddie with a soft whine. “I don't think Eddie wants to play, pup.”
He slips his fingers under the back of Evan’s collar and tugs, his tags jingling together on their ring. Evan’s lips part and he blinks slowly at Tommy, grinding against Eddie again until Tommy tugs a little harder.
“He started it,” Evan says as he comes up onto his heels. “He asked—”
“That's a surprise,” Eddie hisses, scrambling to sit up. He's hard in his shorts, and he shifts forward with a sharp intake of breath when Tommy reaches out to tip his chin up. “H-hey.”
“Hi, kitten,” Tommy says with a smile, even though Eddie isn't wearing his collar.
“Welcome back, sir,” Eddie says, smiling back.
Eddie calls him 'sir' the way most partners call each other sweet pet names. He likes being petted and nuzzled and kissed without the roughness that tinges some of his affection with Evan. Evan goes soft-eyed and gooey when Tommy tugs his hair and his collar and makes him rub himself off on his shin when he's sucking Tommy's dick. Eddie wants gentle scratches and soft nips to sensitive skin, and when he’s not getting the exact kind of attention he needs, he's pouty until he gets what he wants.
your Eddie x Josh has BEWITCHED ME I am in awe of your talent lmao
so if…. you ever wanted another prompt… maybe Eddie jokingly calling Josh sir when he’s being particularly bitchy and then being a complete mess about it. Josh is just like hmm actually I can help you with that.
Even if this doesn’t inspire anything, just wanna say your work is always a delight !!!
(GIVE ME ALL THE JEDDIE I love this bitch4bitch dynamic more than I can possibly say. There's some humiliation and authority/domination kink in here.)
They've moved onto the "running errands together" stage of the relationship, which is the furthest Josh has gotten in a while. He needs groceries, Eddie has nothing to do all week while his son is in El Paso for a birthday party/summer visit. It's perfect.
Except Eddie is the worst person in the entire universe to shop with. He has no plan, he wanders aimlessly and looks at things before putting them back, he stops to make faces at babies and gets stuck talking to the parent(s) of said baby for at least five minutes.
Josh is really close to falling in love, but this might be it for him.
"Eddie, I would like to get home before the sun goes down, so please just follow me and don't touch anything until we can get out of here," Josh says, pinching the bridge of his nose both for dramatic effect and because otherwise he's going to do something ridiculous like fling a box of Pop Tarts at his boyfriend.
"Sir, yes, sir," Eddie says, and Josh looks at him sharply.
"That's what I thought," he says, trying to go for stern but not seriously.
And Eddie's face does something kind of...complicated. He flushes, and Josh thinks that he thinks he crossed a line for a moment, but then his pupils dilate and he looks embarrassed and grabs the cart while staring resolutely at the cherries in the top area where a kid would normally be sitting.
Oh.
Well.
Josh presses a hand to Eddie's lower back the rest of the way through the store and most of the way through the checkout line. When they walk through the automatic doors and out into the blazing sun, Eddie's already got sweat trickling down the back of his neck.
"That's what I like to see," Josh says, and a tendon in Eddie's neck jumps.
I desperately need clingy Buck and possessive Tommy
Optional sentence prompt I came up with for this: "You can keep this up or I can carry you out of here. Your choice."
Also, I'm blowing you hundreds of kisses, Ed
(THERE'S DADDY KINK. Also Buck's been drinking, but he's able to give enthusiastic consent, and a minor addition was made to the prompt.)
It's late when Tommy gets the messages from Hen and Ravi. They're at a bar as a "team-building exercise," and he's been getting steadily less intelligible messages from his boyfriend all night. They've devolved into emojis and pouty or smiling selfies.
Ravi sends a photo of Evan balancing a glass on his forehead while he laughs about something. It's blurry and the lighting sucks, but he's still beautiful.
The ones from Hen are a series of selfies with her and Evan until it's Evan with his head on his arms at the bar and a sleepy smile on his face.
Come get your man!!
Tommy grabs his keys, having prepared for this eventuality, and heads out to his truck. He has to disconnect his phone from the truck because he's getting texts every few minutes from different 118 members and in two different group chats, one called "Firefighters ONLY 🔥🚒🧯" and one called "Buckley-Han-Kinard GC 👩🏻❤️👨🏻👨🏻❤️👨🏻."
When he gets to the bar, Karen is already there to grab Ravi and Hen, Eddie and Chimney are holding each other up and scream-singing a Bon Jovi song into invisible microphones while they presumably wait for Maddie or an Uber, and then there's Evan.
Evan is still at the bar, twirling a cocktail umbrella between his fingertips, and he's laughing at the bartender. The bartender who's hot and tall and lean and smiling at his boyfriend like he realizes how special this guy could be.
"--wild. I mean, crazy. LA is a weird place sometimes," Evan's saying.
"Hey," Tommy says, resting a hand between his shoulder blades. "I hear you might need a ride."
Evan turns the barstool toward him and grins before flicking his eyes over Tommy and licking his lips. "You could say that."
"You know this guy?" the bartender asks, which is technically fair. Evan's a visibly drunk man, Tommy is totally sober, but it doesn't feel completely sincere.
"This...is Tommy," Evan says with a happy sigh, curling a hand in the pocket of Tommy's hoodie and tugging him between his legs. "Hey, Daddy. You came allll the way here for me?"
Tommy smiles, curling a hand around the back of Evan's neck and watching the way his pupils dilate. "Not the furthest I've gone for you, baby. C'mon, let's go home."
"Bathroom, then home," he says, hopping to his feet. He holds Tommy's bicep for a second before staggering off toward the bathrooms.
"Sorry, I assumed Tommy was some guy he worked with," the bartender says as Tommy pulls out his wallet. "He never said anything about you being his boyfriend."
"Because he assumes everyone knows," Tommy says. "Does he have a tab?"
"Definitely," he says. "There's a card--"
"Swap it for this one, if you can," Tommy says, holding out his card with a smile that he hopes is more sincere than it feels. "Thanks."
As he signs for the ridiculous bar tab, his phone keeps buzzing in his pocket. When he pulls it out, he's got ten messages from his boyfriend. They're all peach and eggplant and tongue emojis and question marks. The last one is just a sad-eyed emoji. He slides the receipt back over and turns to go to the bathroom.
"Finally," Evan says, grabbing his hoodie and pulling him into the accessible stall. "I was texting you for so long"
"We're not that far from the house," Tommy points out just before he's pulled into a kiss.
"Mm, want you now, though," he murmurs, tipping his chin down and looking at him through his lashes, and Tommy crumbles like sand. "I missed you."
He grinds against Evan and watches the way his already pink cheeks flush darker and how his teeth bite into his bottom lip to muffle any noises and feels a sharp stab of satisfaction. "Seemed like you had someone to keep you company, though."
subtle like a lion’s cage
Pairing: Donnie/Graham Key (9-1-1)
Rating: E
Words: 2449
“Hey Donnie, who’s the haunted Victorian doll making doe eyes at you?”
or: Graham picks Donnie up from his basketball game.
this started off as a simple pit kink fic but it kind of got away from me and now there’s some anxiety and feelings mixed in there and help they’re taking over my life
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