wip wednesday

I was tagged by @screamlet, @geddyqueer, @cecilyv, and @dharmaavocado (and @setmeatopthepyre tagged me on Monday). Thanks, y'all! Luckily I've picked Nokia Brick back up so I at least have something to bring to show and tell this week.

Have another flashback!

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With a severe look, she let go of Nico, then turned her attention to Buck, who had the sudden urge to hide behind the airbus parked toward the back of the hangar. "To answer your question, it's much harder to fly at night. Visibility can be a problem, especially in the city. It's much harder to gauge distance and depth."

"Plus the illusions," Nico added through a mouthful of pizza.

She grudgingly nodded. "Plus the illusions. Kinard's never had a problem with those, though. Or anything else. The fact that he prefers night flying makes him a bit of a hot commodity around here."

"Emphasis on hot," Buck said with a grin. 

She didn't laugh. Nico bemusedly chewed with his mouth open. 

Despite fervently hoping for it, a meteor didn't crash into the building, forcing Buck to do something with his hands that didn't involve strangling himself. He held one out to her. "U-Uh, Evan Buckley. Everyone calls me Buck."

Her mouth curved ever so slightly. "I know who you are. Kinard can't shut up about you."

Buck knew he was grinning like he was about to douse Gotham with lethal laughing gas, because he could feel the corners of his mouth practically poking his ears, but he couldn't help it. His heart gave a pleased thud.

"Oh! Uh, y-yeah?"

"He's mentioned you more than twice, which for him is the equivalent of skywriting your name over the Palisades." She placed a perfectly manicured hand into his. Having nails that sharp almost certainly went against the LAFD CERT code of conduct about carrying weapons. "Dana."

Gingerly, he shook her hand and tried not to wince at the press of those perfectly polished daggers into his palm. "Nice to meet you. Uh, anything else you can tell me about him?"

the people's princess

wip wednesday

A little time-dilation Tommy for your day. Tagged by @screamlet.

Tommy doesn’t so much give up hope that Atlantis will find him — he knows their persistence, knows their inability to leave well enough alone — as assume they think he’s dead. He builds a small house, establishes a new schedule — holds to it tightly. A run in the morning, gardening and then wandering through the Ancient ruins nearby, trying to decipher what he can. It’s lonely — he never joins the group for meals after they stop making it seem like something he has to do, he keeps to himself on market days, for celebrations — sits in the back nursing a pint of beer. He turns away the women and then the men, and then the (dear lord) teenagers who grace his doorstep and offer to join his bed.

It takes him months to fall asleep without Evan — figures this is actually one of the things that’s good for him. It does him no good to get that dependent on another person.

So it seems like some of you might be interested in learning more about Dreamwidth.

Listen, here's the thing: Dreamwidth is not slick. It is not fancy. Its base code was originally put together some two decades ago or more, and it looks like it. It can't do much with images and definitely not with video—like, I think there's some way to embed video, but I have no idea how to do it, and hosting it on Dreamwidth is, uh...

The point is! Dreamwidth is a lot different from Tumblr. It's closer to Tumblr than it is to Facebook or Instagram, but it's a lot more old-school internet than Tumblr is. And that means that, for anyone who wasn't on the internet some ten, fifteen years ago, there's probably going to be a steep learning curve. It can take more effort to post things there, and more effort to find your people, its image hosting capacity can charitably be described as both "limited" and "poorly organized", and overall it may still never be the kind of website where you, personally, will want to spend a lot of time or do a lot of things. Dreamwidth does not and will never have an app, for pretty much the same reasons as AO3.

But there is one thing I can guarantee, and that is that Dreamwidth is willing to fight for us and our rights. They're already doing so.

If you've ever thought to yourself, "I wish AO3 were an actual social media site," consider checking out Dreamwidth; it's not too far off from that as an idea.

You can host media on squidge.org, which is specifically for hosting fandom media.

While we're on the topic, Proboards is still around, and still free, and still customisable, and still WORKS. Neocities has replaced geocities and is also pretty great (and you can host things from there too if you want).

The old infrastructure is there. We don't have to rely on for-profit social media companies that censor everything all to hell. The tradeoff is YOU can't be a for-profit social media company either. There's no 'reach' there's not 'like and subscribe' there's no 'i want my socialising space to also be my job' nope. It's just socialising.

these are giving:

Having a totally normal reaction to this

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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?"

HELLO TUMBLR 👋 i am ENORMOUSLY excited to say: i've written a book! and i'm writing two more! and they're all queer romcoms! and the first one, FALL INTO YOU, will be out in JUNE. there is a LOT of my heart in this novel, and i absolutely can't wait to share it with you 💜

if you've ever enjoyed my fanfic, particularly stories like What We Pretend We Can't See and I've Got Nothing to Do Today But Smile, then you'll love FALL INTO YOU. it's full of ROMANCE and JOKES but also REAL, MESSY PEOPLE with PROBLEMS and TRAUMA, because those are the stories i love telling! it's chock full of things i adore: set on an APPLE FARM in NORTHEAST OHIO, main characters who hate each other more or less immediately, gratuitous depictions of food, and they were ROOMMATES?, people healing wounds they didn't even know were still open, AND MORE.

i'll be sharing more about this book in the weeks to come (i promise i will try so hard not to be obnoxious about it 🫡 ), and about the next two as we get closer to publication! but until then, i just want to say: the fic stays UP and the author stays GRATEFUL, always. i am honored and humbled by your readership, and really proud of the work i've done for and with fandom, and that's not a tune you're ever going to see me change.

okay, thanks so much for reading!! hope you're all well; i'll just be here having one of the coolest and most surreal days of my life 😂👋💜

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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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.

I mean I know a certain level of projection on fictional characters and situations is inevitable and even healthy, but sometimes you got to step back into the real world to remind yourself that Character X is not your shitty parent/abusive ex/asshole boss/bully from high school, and that people who like Character X are not personally victimizing you.

op is getting death threats now probably

9-1-1 (2018-) S08E06 ★ 'Confessions'

one evan buckley in a limited color palette

bobby nash + 🫂🫂🫂