Woman Up

@razzmatazzwillow on AO3. Ellen, 30, she/her, Ireland icon by @robronbrainrot xx

[sugdenkatie]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tags @barnbert @stuckinanothertimezone @aaronsugdens @nerdyfangirl76 @capseycartwright @robertbugden @thatnervouswreck @mellaithwen @illbeyourreasonwhy @maybemystcha for the tags <3

have some more of my latest guilty pleasure that was supposed to be a little fun but has so far been a non-stop angst fest

"Then you can't be…" the man trails off, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration. "Oh my god." "Everything okay?" Aaron takes a step towards the man without meaning to. He knows he cares too much for his own good, but he can rarely help it; there's something about this boy and his obvious distress that activates something protective within Aaron and he wants to help soothe it if he can. "Huh?" The man blinks at Aaron. "Oh, yeah, um, I'm okay." He closes the distance between them, holding out his hand in greeting. "I'm Sebastian. Though everyone calls me Seb." Aaron freezes. "You…" he stutters. "You're Robert's boy?" "I am." It only hits Aaron now that up until this very moment, he hasn't actually pictured Sebastian as an adult. Whenever he's thought about Robert's baby, that's always what he's seen — a baby. But of course he's a fully grown person, anything else would be silly, and now he's standing before Aaron, living and breathing and real. He's taller than Aaron would've expected. Not very strange, since it always felt like Robert towered over everyone wherever he went, and if Aaron looks closely, he can see Seb's resemblance to Robert in the shape of his jaw and the hunch in his shoulders. His face and arms are covered in freckles and his red hair is long and unruly in the back, making him look carefree and youthful.

no tags because it's late but once again thank you all for still tagging me even though i'm terrible at repaying the favour as of late

[maybemystcha]

wip wednesday

tagged by @barnbert @stuckinanothertimezone @aaronsugdens @nerdyfangirl76 @capseycartwright @genuinewarmdecentfeeling @thatnervouswreck @mellaithwen and @illbeyourreasonwhy thank you <333

“Be honest,” Robert croaks, his voice thick and raspy from his previous activity, “have you ever had a quickie at work before me?” “No, because I’m normally responsible. You’re just a bad influence.” “Oh, am I now?” Robert grips his waist, pulling at Aaron’s dark blue scrubs. As Aaron is about to offer another snide response, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out, he groans as he sees the sender. Alex: Hope you’re having a good morning xx Robert looks over curiously, his grip tightening around Aaron's hips as he reads it. “Thought you were done with him,” he sneers, his jealousy embarrassingly obvious.

tagging: @jackiemerrick @livflahertydingle @robrondale @jcforsapphics @sugdendeeznuts @sugdenkatie @robertfagden @butteredsc0tch @dreamer-of-ships @medievalmiffy @cylonbarnes @ggee-xx @serena-sugden🩷🩷

[breastmilklover3000]

Stay strong

[holdyourbreathfornow]

The bestest boy

[calellon]

whoopss sorry i slipped up and hinted at the great darkness that roils within me. won't happen again

[shelbyblueeyes]

[eatthekidsfirst]

I will never understand why people upload cropped, low-res, uncredited art. Here's the full piece, originally created for a collaboration with watchmaker Ulysse Nardin:

Milo Manara, 2019, Ulysse Nardin, 2, mixed technique on paper

[pleasestopthese]

maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan i’m so happy for rich lesbians rn

[mellaithwen]

WIP Wednesday

Cheers for the tags @barnbert @stuckinanothertimezone @robertbugden @aaronsugdens @thatnervouswreck and @capseycartwright <3

Robert had persevered. He’d practically absolved Kev of any wrong-doing because Robert had lied, Robert had cheated—you hurt me, because you were angry, that's not love, that's control.

Robert had blamed himself, taken full responsibility, and then he'd gone as far as to thank Kev. He’d made it clear—sincerely so—that it was Robert who didn't deserve Kev, and not the other way around—and he'd done it alone, because even though his hands had been shaking in the pockets of his jacket the whole damn time, the idea of adding Aaron to the mix and risking his safety was never even an option.

And in the end it had all been for nothing, because all Kev did was switch his matches out for a loaded gun—sent bullets flying from out of the shadows of the shaded trees—and Robert had spent his first Christmas out of prison wondering if it would be his last…

& I shall humbly tag @madroxed @allisonrw96 @littlespoonevan @donotpercievemebaby @softlass27 @ultrabananaquan @butteredsc0tch @robrondale @kellykadesperate @sugdenkatie @dreamer-of-ships @maybemystcha @jackiemerrick and @princessfbi :)

[weedle-testaburger]

for anyone who's wondering what the fuck is going on in british politics rn

[zillanovikov]

every year I post this meme and every year people get more mad at me than they did the previous year

[1eos]

[corpseprize]

the reality of being a writer

heres how to fix it

[thatnervouswreck]

wip wednesday

thank you @barnbert @nerdyfangirl76 and @robertbugden for the tags!!!! another new wip? im in a wipedemic i fear so here's the openings of a 2025 who shot Robert au yes you heard that right a 2025 who shot Robert au

Hotten General was a comfort to Aaron at times like this. it really shouldn’t have been, he was desperate for it not to have been, and yet…

there was no one else here but Aaron. that felt wrong. he felt sick. Vic had been, she left again. John had been, left Aaron to keep an eye, to report back, it felt like the most he’d trusted him in months. Moira had popped by, that steely look that said she was here out of obligation. Aaron could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

i’ve missed you.

his words from the previous day echoed around his brain, ricocheted. maybe if they hadnt… if he didnt… maybe if he’d left well enough alone, Robert never would have left the house that night, and Aaron never would have found him bleeding out on the driveway to the Mill.

the lift doors opened. Mack bundled through, pale and shaking. “where is he, Aaron? what happened?”

“he’s in surgery. Mackenzie, Robert was shot.”

once again i am, frankly, quite shit at tagging but erm no pressure @livflahertydingle @robrondale @jcforsapphics @sugdenkatie @aaronsugdens @jackiemerrick @maybemystcha @mellaithwen @aelric @illbeyourreasonwhy @capseycartwright @dreamer-of-ships @robertfagden and @sugdendeeznuts. my sincerest apologies if you've posted before, i am simply scattered but anyway love yous <3

[thulium]

[dogpuppy]

[nineteenyearoldmeblog]

im fucking crying

[shirecorn]

Fascinating categorization is happening here

[captainclickycat]

Whatever who cares, a 34-year-old can date whoever he wants. The real concern here is that there's a couple called "Calvin and Kevin" walking around. Like a pair of goofy sitcom characters.

[scrapyardboyfriends]

2016 What If: What if Ryan hadn’t shown up and they got to go on their pub date and it went well and they took a walk and Aaron got to laugh and smile amidst the nightmare?

[genuinewarmdecentfeeling]

wip wednesday

thanks for tagging me @nerdyfangirl76 :)

"I thought about you every day. I still think about you." "Don’t." "I can’t. I gave up trying when I was twenty-eight." "You know what I was doing when I was twenty-eight? Sucking off loads of gorgeous men." "I do hope you’re lying," Robert said. "There was a pandemic going on, Aaron."

@sugdendeeznuts @illbeyourreasonwhy @dreamer-of-ships @robertbugden @aaronsugdens @maybemystcha @livflahertydingle

[charitydinglez]

[capseycartwright]

sometimes i tell white lies

He wanted to do something nice, for his boyfriend. Robert spraining his wrist was just the cherry on top of a cake that felt as though it had been baked with poison.

The forlorn, far-away look in Robert’s eyes as Liam had carefully, gently, poked and prodded at his sore wrist, had checked him over for a concussion, had been enough to spur Aaron into action.

ao3 link

a vague sort of coda for this weeks episodes! title from 'white lies' by katie gregson-mcleod.