A Tragedy With Tits

Aron. They/Them. Queer. 18+ (Icon by pluralityofaxes)

[emphasisonthehomo]

Crossover Appeal Masterlist

9-1-1

Rating: E

Pairing: Bucktommy

Chapters 19/19

America’s Sweetheart and Grammy nominated pop star Evan Buckley finds himself in need of an emergency drummer less than a week before his World Tour. Luckily for him, several of his crew know just the guy: technical death drummer Tommy Kinard.

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Extras

By Me:

B-Sides

Alt POVs and other snippets requested on tumblr.

General popstar!au tag

If you go back far enough you will be able to see all 10 months of me blabbing about the fic on tumblr before I started posting. CONTAINS SPOILERS

Phorid

Graphic for my beloved fake technical death metal band.

❤️ By Others:

BVCK METAL

Metal playlist by the lovely @setmeatopthepyre! Complete w/ many notes about why which song was chosen.

Phorid Logo

The logo for Tommy's metal band! Also made by @setmeatopthepyre.

Title Header

Title header used for Chapter 2! By the also lovely @trombonechurchill.

Tommy Fanart

Absolutely incredible art of Tommy in his Phorid merch by the wonderful @pluralityofaxes!

Dag Fanart

More phenomenal art from @pluralityofaxes, this time of my favorite dead son Dag Ahlström.

collapse Playlist

A wonderful playlist by @geddyqueer about some musical stuff re: Phorid, specifically for their song collapse.

Tommy Fanart

Amazing fanart of Tommy playing the drums by @chimneyz!

Birgit Fanart

Very cute Birgit fanart by @peppermintquartz!

borealis Album Cover

A fantastic Phorid album/cassette cover by @pluralityofaxes!

Tommy Fanart

Another spectacular Tommy by @pluralityofaxes!

Buck Fanart

Beautiful stickerbook Buck by @pluralityofaxes!

Speculative Stuff

Thrilled to announce that people are interested in playing in the Popstar!au sandbox. None of these are 'canon' to the universe. Some are fanworks about my OCs.

pickup sticks

A drabble by @corporatebanana about Dag/Tommy.

Dag/Tommy

Ficlet?Snippet? By @pluralityofaxes also about Dag/Tommy.

Polyphorid

A lovely Phorid gifset/edit by @tommykinard!

Meet Phorid

Another lovely gifset/edit by @tommykinard!

Side Fic

A snippet by @peppermintquartz of Chimney and Hen talking about Buck and Tommy.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Every day I don't make a Tim Henson egg joke, I deserve $1,000.

[kcdeliverance]

My boy, courage is a thing of honour... but what you're proposing isn't courage, it's foolhardiness.

[ultrakillblast]

ROBOCOP (1987)

[biff-donderglutes]

robocop’s famous catchphrase

[emphasisonthehomo]

I wish Polyvore still existed so I could make the dumbest outfits for my dead son.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Steal his look: Dag Ahlström

[voldemo]

My friend really changed once she became a vegetarian 

[voldemo]

its like ive never seen herbivore

[ezekestiel]

i sighed so loud my mom asked me if i was okay and she’s two rooms away

[kickmuncher3]

i’m sick and tired of people pretending that burger isn’t delicious just to clown on americans. america deserves the ridicule, but why’s burger catching strays? burger did nothing wrong

[saul-tortellini]

[emphasisonthehomo]

This is a good game.

[geddyqueer]

wip wednesday

yippee! closing in on the end of fulcrum fic, here. have some Maddie POV:

She has to scroll quite a ways back to find her text thread with Buck, but she does find it, and she composes the nicest message she's ever written in her life.

He answers almost immediately: when/where? This is good, she thinks, writing back with the address of Bobby's after-school program. The ice will thaw. They'll get back to normal, and Buck will slot himself back into her life.

She does all the work. She tells her husband, and the school, and she makes the meal-prep so that Bobby will have something to eat when he gets home, and she writes out a list of instructions so that Buck doesn't get confused and the two of them don't burn anything down. And then all there is left is to wait.

The first thing she sees when she comes home that night is his haircut - someone’s taken buzzers to his head and shorn him all the way down. It makes his head look too small for his body, if she’s being honest. “Your hair,” she exclaims. 

“Yeah,” he says, running a wet hand over his almost bald head. “It’s a long story.”

"Did you lose a bet?" she asks, and his face immediately darkens.

"No," is all he says. 

They're interrupted by Jee-Yun stomping through the door after her. She'd been mad about the conference, about her science teacher who wants her to focus less on reading ahead and more on actually digesting their units. Jee has the opposite problem that Bobby does. She's always ahead, always pushing past the material in their classes, always ready for the next thing. Jee catches sight of Buck and shrieks in joy, a sound Maddie hasn't heard in ages, and runs over to hug her uncle, and that sets Bobby off yelling, and the two of them tousle and pull each other down the hallway to talk about whatever, which gives Maddie time to look around the kitchen and notice the fucking mess.

"Did you cook?" she asks. She hadn't asked him to cook. There were meals stacked in containers in the fridge, earmarked for each person for each day of the week. Her counters are piled with dishes, and the wok is on the stovetop and it's filled with something that admittedly smells delicious but definitely was not today's planned dinner. 

"Yeah, B-Bobby wanted to know how to make dan-dan noodles so we stopped at the store on the way home. Wasn't sure if you had any. We made enough for leftovers!" Buck is grinning, one hand full of suds from the sink, like he doesn't see anything wrong with the situation. 

"We had a meal plan," she says, gesturing at the words written on the smart fridge screen.

"I didn't know that before we stopped," he says, and shrugs. "It's healthy! All the macros and everything! And B-Bobby wanted to help out."

He's missing the point. "It's important for kids on the spectrum to have stability, especially when it comes to food," she says. She feels like she's parroting her son's therapy team. "You should know that."

"What?" he asks. He turns off the sink. He'd been rhythmically washing dishes since she walked in the door, and now he's finally standing still. 

"Being on the spectrum," she says.

He frowns at her. "I'm not on the spectrum, Maddie," he says.

Great. Yet another thing their parents had hid from him. But he's forty years old; he has to know by now. "You're—you're just like Bobby," she says. His face contorts. She realizes he might be thinking about the other Bobby Nash. A decade on and he's still always thinking about that Bobby, tripping over her son's name, welling up when the conversation turns to him, working in Bobby's old job. It's a lot. She quickly points in the direction of the kids. "Our Bobby."

"Okay," he says slowly.

This conversation is going off the rails. "How have you been?" she asks, to be polite.

"Oh, you know. Busy." He's still frowning like he's trying to decide how offended to be.

"And your… husband?"

"He's, um, he's okay," Buck says.

Three months into marriage and the best he can manage is okay. Christ. "I don't understand why you would marry him," she says before she can stop herself. "Why you would elope, of all things. That's so—"

"That’s so what, Maddie?"

She casts around for the right words. "Irresponsible? Ridiculous? Attention seeking?"

Buck scoffs.

"Why wouldn't you at least have a wedding? Let people see that you're serious? Get presents?"

"We've been busy," Buck snaps. "We've been overwhelmed with some stuff. This made more sense for us."

"Yeah, but it's you. He should've made time for you. For a wedding."

"What makes you think it was his call?"

[theglidingbat]

Batman: faces

Gay people can never get divorced normally it's always shit like this

[emphasisonthehomo]

I don’t know how long hair havers do this, my hair is the longest I’ve ever let it grow and it’s too fucking hot and driving me absolutely bananas.

[emphasisonthehomo]

I am so excited to go home and play bird game.

[ubuyo]

liking a character from a thing you don’t like

[saltiecattoz]

[emphasisonthehomo]

If we don’t get Laila Edwards after the Knight trade…

[emphasisonthehomo]

Goddammit.

[emphasisonthehomo]

Me, who only ever wears black stiletto pumps at work: “Wow, I can’t believe none of my coworkers have commented on my new pair of black stiletto pumps.”

[shanehollandered]

ok poll time because i am genuinely curious about something (and this is not a call out for anyone, that's just me being in my head)

do you answer comments on your fics or do you not (for the specific reason that it "distorts" the actual amount of comments)?

yes i answer comments

no i don't answer comments because of the above

secret third option (put it in the tags)

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