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BUCKY COMMISSIONS!ย buckycommissions.tumblr.com
Hey, everyone! So, I finally decided to open up commissions. Iโve been making graphics and other things here in the community for so long and have been dying to make personalized things for all of you!ย
Editing is something I love so much so I thought Iโd turn it into something more than just a hobby! I can basically create just about anything through photoshop, so the options are basically endless. Just tell me what youโd like and Iโll whip something up for you.ย
I went ahead and created a blog to showcase what I can do, etc! The link is above!!
PRICING AND GRAPHIC EXAMPLES CAN BE FOUND ON THE NAVI PAGE OF MY COMMISSIONS BLOG. THANK YOU AND ENJOY!
closed โ @teatwosugarsโ
HE HAD SEEN BUDDY in dreams that moved like syrup and blossomed like splitting wounds. yep, buddy was there in the lines of finnโs knuckles after all this time, like streams, like ribbon, only to be pulled and scraped off clean ready again for the night following, then the one after that, and after thatย โ oh, and that wednesday afternoon, napping at mumโs, too. just passing through. that was a good one. itโs worse in that bedroom, you know? or maybe worse is the wrong word. itโs pleasant in the same way seeing someone you arenโt fond of getting decked clean in the mug; hey, shame we had to resort to violence but, canโt say iโm not recording the crack of your nose. and the form was great, too, nice straight wrist. itโs a great big mucky dream of howโd i get here?ย and buddyโs presence is violence posing as beauty, or maybe not, because he is beautiful, thatโs trueย โย finn thinks about the bridge of buddyโs nose sat on the bench in his prep room. not bad this timeย โ towels, thank fuck, clean ones. oh, and a mini fridge. buddyโs nose is small like his hands, like his tolerance for the unextraordinary. like the time in between desperate meeting mouths, gateways for murmurs. what the fuck were they ever saying? finn canโt recall nowย โย the fridge is leaking. itโs splattering on dull, imperfect, grey concrete. making it dark. looks like paint. the walls are brick painted white, big wide brick. buddy is pale and fine like a pearl. like the ones on that fucking horrid mermaid statue his ma had picked up on a cruise passing the cayman islands. finn looks up when the door creaks open and thinks, rude.ย
it ainโt rude for long.ย โhey, uh,โ not his manager. itโs an older looking gentleman with a blue collared shirt. looks like a dad, like he shouldnโt be working here. finn wonders if he has kids.ย โ..your boyโs back.โ the manโs mouth opens like he had something more to say, but he only nods and leaves. probably wise. finn breathes out with the click of the door, allowing himself to slouch. so, he had seen him.ย he had been on edge since he won, since he stepped off, since he smiled quick and wet with sweat, and got out of there so fast. finnโs near numb when he reaches for his phone, on a small wooden table, next to his smokes. he should smoke after this, yes. heโd like to smoke with buddy.ย
โhey, uh, buddyโs there? ...ย send him in. noย โย yeah, iโm good. swear it, mate. send him in. alright. yeah. alright, buh-bye.โ he would be seeing rick later that night, schedule stuffย โย but hopefully heโll be seeing buddy first.ย
cxultntโ:
he shouldโve known pink would be hot, searing pink, but the heat of their bold blunt observations was like a surprise party, ribbons and all. frank loved a party, was a sucker for indulgence, and even more so for the kind of candied candidness the frantic angel seemed to delight in doling out. call a spade a spade, a spanner a spanner, frank a cowboy. โ and โeres me thinkinโ you was just a looker. โ insulting kimโs intelligence and complimenting the way the fluorescents hit them like a pearl, all at once, and without the mushy bit about the pearl ? a win. cowboy. it stung the end of his tongue, he was vaguely concerned for a moment it mightโve stumped him into excitable silence. the way they moved with urgency had him mirroring their beat, and when they scrambled he sat up, on his knees, properly. cowboy. cowboys didnโt swoon so easy. he leaned back on his heels.
โ didnโt know the place was โere, if iโm honest. โ which he was, always, painfully. a quick glance at his surroundings reminded him of why, as did the constant nagging knowledge in the back of his head that heโd agreed to fix up the stage for free on the promise that itโd take ten minutes and he could have a drink on the house that night. the starlet sat at the front of the stage like they owned it, like they owned the empty audience, like the empty audience adored them, like frank was the audience and the show and he adored adored adored - they didnโt need to know either. honesty wasnโt always about the truth, and the only honest thing frank had on his mind was the promise of a song. โ honeymoon. โ not a question, not a statement, just an honest sincerity. hammer strewn down with all the grace of an oaf, he shuffled forward, sat beside them, just a little away. terrible posture forced his hands clasped in his lap, his head turned toward them with the cracks of a crooked smile. โ donโt get me hopes up. you look like you know a man like me too well. โ
โOH, IโM A LOOKER. iโm looking at you right now.โ so itโs more like a tango, now. maybe thatโs a better fitย โย the tango was meant for the streets, for the clumsy lovers. theyโd be square dancing if clive wasnโt planning on wearing heels. would they size up to him, then? have you ever seen a cowboy do the tango?ย โhonesty is hot. hereโs my slice; i forget this place exists even while iโm in it. usually a few drinks in,โ thatโs the picture clive will paint for the western dreamboat. them, confused, in the swell of the crowd. itโll take one capable man to bring them back to earth!
cliveโs got company. cowboy has taken it upon himself to hop up on stage, not like a performer, like a nail, hammered into cliveโs side like a stranger at a bus stop. where is that communal feeling coming from? no bus to wait for โย maybe itโs the honeymoon swirling in their heads like a melting ice cube turning pink lemonade into a one way trip down the drain. cliveโs staring, unabashed.ย โsit up straightย โ i want your hopes all the way up. that way itโll be deliciously disappointing when you realize that iโm actually just shmoozing you into fixing the AC in my dressing room.โ not true, kinda true. the ac could be fixed, so could the posture, but his smile couldnโt. this smile is perfectly lopsided like the shoulder of cliveโs dress. heโs tall even when he sits. clive wants to be the hands in his lap.ย
they hop down from the stage, and stand before the elevated hercules. he looks like heโs on a throne, now.ย โwill you? come see me?โ they ask,ย โiโm going to be looking for you, you know. donโt get my hopes up.โ desperation sat like a chicken-shaped cook timer on the pink marble counter of cliveโs desires. they think, for a moment, about cowboy under the hot spotlights. maybe heโd sweat, little beads, and heโd look good next to a cactus. or a clive, adorned in planned obscenities and cheap pearls. thereโs a dress with fringe at the edges they could wear.ย
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curiosity killed the cat and came bloody close to killing frank when he, ungraciously distracted both by being called santa and by being called santa by a flushed looking pseudo-victorian who screamed pink! like a rosy siren beckoning him toward the very wooden board heโd been fixing, tripped and stumbled and steadied himself on the upturned splinter. all that charm heโd been congratulating himself on felt like cold sweat on his skin now; he wasnโt sure whether heโd lost it or was soaked in it completely.ย โ oi.ย โ lost it.ย โ keep yourself off the naughty list, if you know whatโs good for you.ย โ soaked in it ? worth the thrill, either way, of their nimble back and forth. he eyed the tangle of wires in their hands, followed the loop of their fingers as if they were an extension of the chaos, fixed surely to hands to wrists to arms to a body he pulled his eyes from before he might be considered a creep. he was, after all, stood in paint-spattered, wood-chipped, sand-ripped overalls, and he hadnโt shaved in a week. maybe the santa comment was warranted.
in all his usual attention to detail, he hadnโt noticed himself move to pick up that wrench, but he had, and was glad of something to do with his own hands. he had the immovable certainty of a man who would give nothing away, and it comforted him, most of the time, only it didnโt in the present, and as a man with a reckless abandon to match, heโd much rather be an open book when there was somebody around to read it. the way their eyes darted made him think they might want to read it. so with a rusty nail held between his teeth, bent at the knee, he got to work fixing the board back amongst itโs well-worn neighbours.ย โ acrylic.ย โ he was talking to kim but he was speaking to the siren.ย โ iโm an acrylic man, meself. gel glares. it ainโt pretty.ย โ pretty, punctuated with a wink in pinkโs direction. it was campy, shameless flirting, but he was never one to skirt. in went the nail, and as he hammered it down level, he could see a little cartoon in his head, like the ones heโd draw on napkins in bars; gruff, scruff of a man nails a scrap of paper to the LONELY HEARTS BOARD, โseeking OH GOD PLEASE LOOK AT ME AGAIN, contact them at ARE YOU REAL???โ, whilst an all-american angel sits on a heart-shaped cloud amongst a tangle of headphone wires.ย
ITโS THE START OF A BAD JOKE or an even worse porno. a builder and a drag queen walk into a club.. one is falling head over heels over nails and the other is half-costumed, dreaming about handy mannyโs strong, capable arms. clive quirks a brow,ย โ..so youโre gay.โ stereotyping, are we?ย โ โย ย or an annoyingly effeminate straight man, taking up space. just crush my dreams already, hercules. i can hardly stand it, โ itโs big and honest, a billboard on the western dirt road of their conversational waltz. clive wants to watch him forever; cowboy seems to move with familiarity, duh, heโs doing his job, but itโs fascinating like watching an ant carry a piece of yourย entenmann's crumb cake across the shabby chic tile. you shouldnโt just watch, you should do something about it, clive. they opt to pull an earbud out, never connected to anything regardless, and lying on their stomach. chin engulfed by palms, theyโre watching the home depot commercial unravel before them.ย
clive blinks in time with the hammering. soundcheck be damned,ย โsay, cowboy,โ they begin,ย โyou come here often?โ now theyโre scrambling, all fabric and soft grunts, to sit up, legs swinging off the end of the stage. cliveโs the doily hanging off this thrifted coffee table. cowboy is the handsome stranger in the window. โif not, you should. because this place is falling apart at its cum stained seams. one more high note from me and the whole house is coming down, and not in the good aretha franklin way.โ thereโs some silence from clive, watching.ย โ..and you should also come see me tonight because, if youโre gay, then we can have a honeymoon and i can sing you a song. any song, iโm very versatileย โย ย and if youโre straight, i can just take pictures of you and frame them. do you model?โ
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closed ! - @rightreactionโ
hammered nails and hardy laughter were tricks that lived, nestled, up frankโs rolled up sleeve, comfortably. both came easy, both were part of the job, and he could fish them out without a moments notice to fix up a bathroom and sweet talk his way to an increased rate and a cup of tea. and whilst he sat now waist-deep in a dive-bar stage with a queen feeding him their best, not the best, lines, he flexed both. easy. his charm was trickery, perhaps, but it was genuine, sincere trickery, like a street magician pulling a quarter from behind the ear of a passing child and handing it off as a souvenir. it passed the time. it made people smile. it meant his ego was as hard as rock and in his โline of workโ, it helped. โ wrench, sweetheart, if you could. no itโs- yeah, nah, thatโs a screwdriver. to the right. your right, not my right.ย โย heโd been entertaining the entertainer whoโd been keeping him company, but when bustling skirts settled beside the very tool he needed with a rustle, the pencil tucked behind his ear lifted with the curve of his smiling cheeks, warmth spreading like lace trim across his face. fanned out, all-encompassing, a little fragile, if you were to take a pin to the holes in it. heโd found himself staring at a pin in the hem of the strangerโs whispering dress, and felt like that very same street magician, only caught having had the quarter up his sleeve the whole time. โ darlinโ, on meโ motherโs life, please tell me you know what a wrench is.ย โ the darling in question was so darling once his eyes adjusted, that he thought heโd be quite happy to reveal every secret in his toolbox. that of all thoughts made him grin a little wider, askew, earnest.ย
IT HAD BEEN A DAY of shortsighted glamour and lights so hot they turned clive into howdy doody attending a gay prom. it was a more convincing look than packed on blush, theyโd admit. but the sweat was unlike a highlight and speaking of highlight, clive mightโve found theirs for the day in a rough and tough walking menโs health issue requesting tools from the unqualified. and presenting the kind of kindness youโd find when an older man holds the door open for you.ย
โjesus, kim. you should know a wrench since youโre apparently as smart as one,โ itโs a comfortable murmur meant for the queen who could dish and take only, and in suit comes a compact mirror nearly chucked at cliveโs wigless head. a monotone thanks is chirped back upon its arrival. clive was sitting, legs spread like a doll on a shelf, elbow deep in a bag of their belongings on the worn scratch of the stage before mr. all legs and terms of endearment came strolling up like a calvin klein pop up ad. youโd think a company like that would be above such a thing, right? eh. kinda tacky, guess it fits.ย
curiosity leads the gently wide-eyed look on cliveโs face and lift of their chin; itโs all eyes on the cowboy.ย โsure,โ they say, certain, simple, and eyes find their bag again. shuffling, searching, โ..but i do specialize in hammering.โ clive breathes out a grateful ah once they find what they were looking for, no time to laugh at their own remark. headphones. they marvel at the tangled wires as if someone wasnโt standing there.ย clive stands then, dress following, tucking one earbud into their ear.ย โdonโt you have a little helper or something? if youโre looking to employ kim over here, donโt bother. youโll call for a nail and sheโll ask if youโd like gel or acrylic.โ good lord, heโs hot. and not princessย rosacea clive under the dazzling lights of the club deemed accurately as โ the cum stain hotspotย โ by its patrons hot, like hugh jackman hot. like the kind of hot you dream about in high school and tent your grandma-picked khaki slacks over. the kind of hot that remains unattainable and disappointing when spotted in real life, oh, long, tan and handsome has a wife and three kids and doesnโt wanna flirt with a broke singer-dancer cake eater who is staring at them in this target bikini section.ย what a ripoff. clive looks at bob the builder curiously,ย โget an elf, santa. not a queen.โ
me: has new characters to add but is too lazy to add them <3
* love โฅ starters
โ want me to stay? โ
โ weโre almost home. โ
โ you should be in bed. โ
โ we can share it.โ
โ stay there. iโm coming to get you. โ
โ shh, shh. you were dreaming. โย
โ grab my hand. โ
โ iโm just going to pick you up. โ
โ everything okay? โ
โ i wonโt leave you behind.ย โ
โ donโt worry. better out than in. โ
โ who did that to you? โย
โ sit down and rest. โ
โ sweetie, i would never think that. โ
โ come lay down in my lap. โ
โ i know you think youโre all alone out there, but youโre not.ย โ
โ call me when you get home. โ
โ we should change those bandages. โ
โ youโre safe here. โ
โ honeyโฆ โ
โ of courseย we love you. โ
โ wait here. iโll go run a bath for you. โ
โ take my bed for tonight. โ
โ i promise. โย
โ youโre always welcome here. โ
โ donโt talk like that. โ
โ bad dream? โ
โ talk to me. โย ย
โ itโs okay to cry.ย โ
โ you need toย be more careful.โ
โ we should hug this out.ย โ
โ i worry about you. โ
โ can i hold your hand? โย
โ because i care about you. โ
โ it made me think of you. โย
โ take care of yourself.ย โ
โ put your seatbelt on. โย
โ where did you go? โย
โ i didnโt mean to worry you. โ
โ i made breakfast. โ
โ sing something for me? โ
โ open it and find out. โ
โ how long have you been like this? โ
โ you look nice. โ
โ here, take my jacket. โ
โ close your eyes and try to get some rest. โ
โ focus on my voice. โย
โ i meant every word. โ
โ i was here all night. โ
โ look both ways before you cross. โ
โ you donโt have to talk. โย
โ this is your favorite, right? โ
โ youโll feel better in the morning. โ
โ you have a nice laugh. โ
โ here,ย take my jacket. โ
โ you could stay here. with me. โ
โ weโll figure it out together. โ
โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*send me some FRUIT & VEGGIES and iโll answer some QUESTIONS*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง*:๏ฝฅ๏พโง
PEAR - favourite muse?
PEACH - least favourite muse?
APPLE - first muse?
BANANA - oldest muse?
ORANGE - youngest muse?
TOMATO - least used muse?
POTATO - most used muse?
EGGPLANT - most sexual muse?
GRAPE - most innocent muse?
ONION - most emotional muse?
BROCCOLI - muse most likely to moan the wrong name?
CARROT - clumsiest muse?
ASPARAGUS - strongest muse?
TURNIP - most damaged muse?
SQUASH - a muse youโd date in real life?
PUMPKIN - a muse youโd hate in real life?
MELON - muse whos the most fun while drunk?
LEMON - muse who would be the least fun at a party?
LIME - a fc youโre a sucker for?
CHERRY - favourite pair of fcs to put together?
CRANBERRY - number of muses?
PEPPER - favourite plot for your favourite muse?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ / ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ .
โ Sometimes you donโt get another chance, you know, ย to-to fix the mistake. โ
โ I moved the earth and the water for you. โ
โ I canโt help but love you. โ
โ Oh my God, weโre going to do this again, arenโt we? โ
โ Iโll never forget the first time I saw your face. โ
โ Youโre pregnant? โ
โ I love you. โ
โ There is always risk. At least when you love someone itโs worth taking. โ
โ I find more peace with you. โ
โ You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. โ
โ I didnโt want you to fight alone. โ
โ Why are you telling me this? โ
โ I love you, thorns and all. โ
โ You promise? โ
โ I want her to be happy. Itโs worth sacrificing myself. โ
โ I believe in you and as long as weโre together I know thatโs nothing we canโt do. โ
โ I hope to see you again sometime soon. โ
โ Can you just stay through the night? โ
โ I will be here with you. โ
โ Iโm always gonna love you. โ
โ Would you ask me out for dinner, already? โ
โ Howโs forever? Does forever work for you? โ
โ Whatever you choose, youโve got my support. โ
โ Itโs okay, I can be alone with you here. โ
โ I know I love you. I know that you love me. โ
โ I stayed up to talk to you. โ
โย Never far from you, my love. โ
โย I love you. Now save me. โ
โย You were worth the wait, and I donโt just mean tonight. โ
โย Itโs always been you. โ
โย We can have any future you want. โ
โย Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. โ
โย You make me want to be a better man. โ
โย Would you just stay with me? โ
โย Iโve been doing a lot of thinking, and the thing is, I love you. โ
โย Most of my life I felt alone, even when I was with people. That was until I met you. โ
โย Weโll always have Paris. โ
โย Donโt you see? Donโt you understand? Youโre the love of my life. I canโt leave you. โ
โย Iโve been in love with you for, ever. โ
โย Do not die. Do you understand? I canโt live without you. โ
โย Iโve always been in love with you. โ
โย I love you, and Iโm not going to stop loving you. โ
โย I love everything about you. Even the things I donโt like, I love. โ
โย Iโm not going anywhere. โ
โย My world is a better place with you in it. โ
โย I fell in love with you, smartass, because you were one of us. โ
โย If you were going to die, I was going to die with you. โ
โย I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belong to you. โ
โย You are my salvation. โ
โย Sheโs mine. And if any of you lay a hand on her, you lose that hand. And then lose your head. โ
โ..iโm here if you need anything, okay?โ to amara from megara!
๐ ย โย MEMESย / accepting
โYEAH, so i can be the worldโs biggest charity case? awesome. that really makes me feel great.โ and what could megara give amara that amara couldnโt give to herself? the idea of that felt like knives in her fucking spine. sheโs shiny and red like a polished stoplight, and that should be a metaphor for all things.ย
oh, and sheโs tugging at the delicate, curly hairs at the base of her neck with posture less than correct.ย โif you just wanna stand there & make me feel stupid then fuck off.โ
โ what happened ? โ and @ finn!
๐ ย โ ย TWO WORD STARTERS / accepting
โYAEโKNOW WHAT? you can ask the div downstairs who decided to let his dog shit all about the grass out front.โ more than anything, finnโs just lucky the police officer just around the corner who had understandably heard the wailing of a man being force-fed dirt and decided to check in, was a friend of the club &ย let him off with a warning paired with a stern look.ย
finnโs pacing and pulling a bandage wrap around his fist; oh, and word vomit. โabsolutely no consideration for others. you know we canโt afford gardeners? so whoโs gotta clean that up? me. and i wonโt have it,โย
โ wanna bet ? โ @ ox :*
๐ ย โย TWO WORD STARTERS / accepting
OX OPTED TO ENCOUNTER new things in the same way someone might approach a pet they didnโt wanna spook. never ashamed in his ignorance, a soft hum fills the air before he speaks; โa bet.โ saying the T pointedly, he feels the weight of that on his tongue for a moment before heโs struck with an idea. heโs a little proud of it, a sure smile coming into gear.ย
โOH.ย i believe you meant to say bed.ย i actually have one of those already, but thatโs really kind. have you seen the foam ones?โ in suit comes a shoulder squeeze, reassurance he felt was necessary.ย โitโs alright, my friend. it happens.โ
two word starters
โ please donโt โ
โ iโm sorry โ
โ trust me โ
โ fuck off โ
โ donโt go โ
โ please stay โ
โ i tried โ
โ youโre wrong โ
โ youโre right โ
โ i know โ
โ donโt run โ
โ go away โ
โ donโt stop โ
โ itโs hard โ
โ donโt cry โ
โ we canโt โ
โ calm down โ
โ iโm scared โ
โ make me โ
โ wanna bet ? โ
โ run away โ
โ donโt look โ
โ i promise โ
โ try harder โ
โ believe me โ
โ donโt move โ
โ youโre mean โ
โ iโm cold โ
โ youโre beautiful โ
โ hold me โ
โ let me โ
โ come here โ
โ shut up โ
โ fuck off โ
โ itโs complicated โ
โ youโre okay โย
โ wake up ! โ
โ youโre on โ
โ iโm pregnant โ
โ youโre sick โ
โ how long ? โ
โ what happened ? โ
โ stop it โ
๐ โ open starter / ABOUT FINN
THE ORIGINAL PLAN was to look asย inconspicuous as possible ( which may have put a target on his back, honestly ), hood up and pacing, reach the front door without a comment from his mum, hit the gym and then go for a drink. now, the only thing standing in his way is a patron of the hotel and the pang of guilt in his stomach.ย
โah.. iโm actually off theย ย โย โ as if; the escape plan ends as soon as it starts. finn shrugs his duffel bag off his shoulder, โ..alright, yeah. what dโyou need?โ