semi-hiatus

Simi • 20s • bi • fandoms and stuff • evan buckley's #1 whumper and defender • sometimes nsfw • ao3 • edits

[rogerzsteven]

You can find all my writings under #simiwrites tag.

Bad Things Happen Bingo - 1

Bad Things Happen Bingo - 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo - 3

Bad Things Happen Bingo - 4 (ongoing)

One at a Time

Something About Sacrifice

Catharsis (Buck's breakdown fic)

Whumptober 2022

Bucktommy fics

[stevenrogered]

He's missing. Someone might have picked him up.

[rogerzsteven]

hii how are you doing?

Hii i'm good! Still not on tumblr, life is keeping me busy, kinda mostly disconnected from the show, but i'm good! Oh and i got married lol

[donthitanybody]

Tomska going hard on Twitter again.

[bi-buckrights]

Help Needed ❤️

Hi friends. Many of you know and love April aka @drmellking, and if you don't know her, chances are you've read one of her incredible fics or admired some of her art. April has been such an important part of this community and now she needs our help.

Yesterday, her mom passed away, barely a month after losing her grandfather. I put together a GoFundMe to help her with funeral related expenses, as well as basic living expenses to help get her through the next month.

Let's prove how strong this community can be. Anything you can give would be so much appreciated - even a dollar can go a long way. If you can't give, please share ❤️

Donate to Stand by April: Overcoming Family Tragedy, organized by Emily Thomas

Hi, my name is Emily, and I’m reaching out on behalf of someone who has been th… Emily Thomas needs your support for Stand by April: Overcom

Tagging some folks to help spread this around ❤️ @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @piningeddie @cosmicbuck @bybuckley @bibuckisawakening @prettyboybuckley @midsummersmorn @thelikesofus @lilbuddie @father-salmon @elvensorceress @diazpatcher @greencreekwolf @spaceprincessem @dr-shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @steadfastsaturnsrings @maygrantgf @tizniz @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @theotherbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @slowlyfoggydestiny

[bi-buckrights]

Help Needed ❤️

Hi friends. Many of you know and love April aka @drmellking, and if you don't know her, chances are you've read one of her incredible fics or admired some of her art. April has been such an important part of this community and now she needs our help.

Yesterday, her mom passed away, barely a month after losing her grandfather. I put together a GoFundMe to help her with funeral related expenses, as well as basic living expenses to help get her through the next month.

Let's prove how strong this community can be. Anything you can give would be so much appreciated - even a dollar can go a long way. If you can't give, please share ❤️

Donate to Stand by April: Overcoming Family Tragedy, organized by Emily Thomas

Hi, my name is Emily, and I’m reaching out on behalf of someone who has been th… Emily Thomas needs your support for Stand by April: Overcom

Tagging some folks to help spread this around ❤️ @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @piningeddie @cosmicbuck @bybuckley @bibuckisawakening @prettyboybuckley @midsummersmorn @thelikesofus @lilbuddie @father-salmon @elvensorceress @diazpatcher @greencreekwolf @spaceprincessem @dr-shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @steadfastsaturnsrings @maygrantgf @tizniz @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @theotherbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @slowlyfoggydestiny

[bi-buckrights]

Help Needed ❤️

Hi friends. Many of you know and love April aka @drmellking, and if you don't know her, chances are you've read one of her incredible fics or admired some of her art. April has been such an important part of this community and now she needs our help.

Yesterday, her mom passed away, barely a month after losing her grandfather. I put together a GoFundMe to help her with funeral related expenses, as well as basic living expenses to help get her through the next month.

Let's prove how strong this community can be. Anything you can give would be so much appreciated - even a dollar can go a long way. If you can't give, please share ❤️

Donate to Stand by April: Overcoming Family Tragedy, organized by Emily Thomas

Hi, my name is Emily, and I’m reaching out on behalf of someone who has been th… Emily Thomas needs your support for Stand by April: Overcom

Tagging some folks to help spread this around ❤️ @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @piningeddie @cosmicbuck @bybuckley @bibuckisawakening @prettyboybuckley @midsummersmorn @thelikesofus @lilbuddie @father-salmon @elvensorceress @diazpatcher @greencreekwolf @spaceprincessem @dr-shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @steadfastsaturnsrings @maygrantgf @tizniz @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @theotherbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @slowlyfoggydestiny

[bi-buckrights]

Help Needed ❤️

Hi friends. Many of you know and love April aka @drmellking, and if you don't know her, chances are you've read one of her incredible fics or admired some of her art. April has been such an important part of this community and now she needs our help.

Yesterday, her mom passed away, barely a month after losing her grandfather. I put together a GoFundMe to help her with funeral related expenses, as well as basic living expenses to help get her through the next month.

Let's prove how strong this community can be. Anything you can give would be so much appreciated - even a dollar can go a long way. If you can't give, please share ❤️

Donate to Stand by April: Overcoming Family Tragedy, organized by Emily Thomas

Hi, my name is Emily, and I’m reaching out on behalf of someone who has been th… Emily Thomas needs your support for Stand by April: Overcom

Tagging some folks to help spread this around ❤️ @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @piningeddie @cosmicbuck @bybuckley @bibuckisawakening @prettyboybuckley @midsummersmorn @thelikesofus @lilbuddie @father-salmon @elvensorceress @diazpatcher @greencreekwolf @spaceprincessem @dr-shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @steadfastsaturnsrings @maygrantgf @tizniz @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @theotherbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @slowlyfoggydestiny

[bi-buckrights]

Help Needed ❤️

Hi friends. Many of you know and love April aka @drmellking, and if you don't know her, chances are you've read one of her incredible fics or admired some of her art. April has been such an important part of this community and now she needs our help.

Yesterday, her mom passed away, barely a month after losing her grandfather. I put together a GoFundMe to help her with funeral related expenses, as well as basic living expenses to help get her through the next month.

Let's prove how strong this community can be. Anything you can give would be so much appreciated - even a dollar can go a long way. If you can't give, please share ❤️

Donate to Stand by April: Overcoming Family Tragedy, organized by Emily Thomas

Hi, my name is Emily, and I’m reaching out on behalf of someone who has been th… Emily Thomas needs your support for Stand by April: Overcom

Tagging some folks to help spread this around ❤️ @spotsandsocks @beyourownanchor6 @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @bigfootsmom @piningeddie @cosmicbuck @bybuckley @bibuckisawakening @prettyboybuckley @midsummersmorn @thelikesofus @lilbuddie @father-salmon @elvensorceress @diazpatcher @greencreekwolf @spaceprincessem @dr-shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @steadfastsaturnsrings @maygrantgf @tizniz @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @theotherbuckley @dangerpronebuddie @slowlyfoggydestiny

[rogerzsteven]

He doesn't know when the screams stop.

He doesn't know if they stop— he's far too gone to realize, though eventually, they stop.

He screams and screams— his throat burns and scratches and hurts, his eyeballs behind his closed shut eyelids feel like they're leaking and his brain feels like exploding; Buck keeps screaming until he can feel the metallic taste slowly growing inside his throat, until he feels like throwing up, until his own voice betrays him and doesn't want to come out and eventually, his gutwrenching screams slowly die down, only to leave their places to quiet, weak, sobs that he barely registers.

Bobby's dead.

He's gone.

Bobby is dead, and Buck will never be able to see him again until the day he dies.

Bobby is dead, and he's not going to come back, not in five years, not in fifteen years, not in this lifetime.

He's gone forever.

And— fuck, fuckfuckfuck god damn it because why— why him, they were suppose to get out, all of them; no one was supposed to be left behind and it was supposed to be okay and they were supposed to go home but nothing is okay and there is no home anymore and Bobby is dead, he's dead and Buck wants to scream, Bobby is dead and there are tiny little hundreds of spiders crawling beneath Buck's skin and Buck wants to dig the tip of his fingers and tear his flesh apart, his head throbs and Buck wants to claw his eyes out, there's blood rushing through his ears, kicking against his eardrums like thumpthumpthumpthump and Buck wants to rip them off. There is a cold sensation seeping inside his bones, freezing his insides and he's fucking trembling and it doesn't stop and he feels like he's going to explode except he doesn't.

Everything hurts, and Buck wants to run back inside, grip Bobby by the shoulder and shake him until he wakes up. He wants to shake Bobby hard and scream by his ear until he wakes up and tells Buck to shut up because Bobby can't die.

Not now. Not like this. It's just too soon. Too soon and Bobby can't go.

It's too fucking soon but no matter what Buck does, Bobby isn't going to wake up.

The earth will fall, but Bobby isn't going to wake up.

Eventually, Buck's screams fade away, but so does the warmth that once bloomed in his chest and wrapped him around like a blanket.

Now he just feels empty. He just feels numb.

"Evan."

A hand reaches for his arm. A figure crouching down in front of him and hands— shaky hands on his arms.

Tommy.

Buck's eyes sting too much for him to see clearly.

"Evan."

He doesn't recognize his own voice. It sounds weird, raw. "H-he—"

"I know."

No, no, he has to "He—" His throat burns. His mouth is dry. "Bobb—"

Bobby's dead.

"I know." Tommy says. He doesn't sound good, either.

He sounds tired.

Buck feels a squeeze on his arms, the good kind, but everything's just too much. Everything's a blur like he's floating. And he's just... there.

Tommy's fingers fold around Buck's bicep, gently urging him up. "We have to get out."

Tommy is right. They have to get out.

The kids, someone has to tell them.

He has to call Eddie. He should be the one to call Eddie.

Buck has to be okay. He has to get up and go, because that's what Bobby wanted. He has to get up.

He doesn't know how but eventually, with trembling legs, Buck leans on Tommy and slowly rises up on his feet.

His whole body burns, his head hurts, his heart aches but Buck gets up.

He gets up and no matter how bad his feet want to go backwards, to go back inside to Bobby, Buck takes a step forward, followed by another, leaving a piece of his soul behind.

[rogerzsteven]

He doesn't know when the screams stop.

He doesn't know if they stop— he's far too gone to realize, though eventually, they stop.

He screams and screams— his throat burns and scratches and hurts, his eyeballs behind his closed shut eyelids feel like they're leaking and his brain feels like exploding; Buck keeps screaming until he can feel the metallic taste slowly growing inside his throat, until he feels like throwing up, until his own voice betrays him and doesn't want to come out and eventually, his gutwrenching screams slowly die down, only to leave their places to quiet, weak, sobs that he barely registers.

Bobby's dead.

He's gone.

Bobby is dead, and Buck will never be able to see him again until the day he dies.

Bobby is dead, and he's not going to come back, not in five years, not in fifteen years, not in this lifetime.

He's gone forever.

And— fuck, fuckfuckfuck god damn it because why— why him, they were suppose to get out, all of them; no one was supposed to be left behind and it was supposed to be okay and they were supposed to go home but nothing is okay and there is no home anymore and Bobby is dead, he's dead and Buck wants to scream, Bobby is dead and there are tiny little hundreds of spiders crawling beneath Buck's skin and Buck wants to dig the tip of his fingers and tear his flesh apart, his head throbs and Buck wants to claw his eyes out, there's blood rushing through his ears, kicking against his eardrums like thumpthumpthumpthump and Buck wants to rip them off. There is a cold sensation seeping inside his bones, freezing his insides and he's fucking trembling and it doesn't stop and he feels like he's going to explode except he doesn't.

Everything hurts, and Buck wants to run back inside, grip Bobby by the shoulder and shake him until he wakes up. He wants to shake Bobby hard and scream by his ear until he wakes up and tells Buck to shut up because Bobby can't die.

Not now. Not like this. It's just too soon. Too soon and Bobby can't go.

It's too fucking soon but no matter what Buck does, Bobby isn't going to wake up.

The earth will fall, but Bobby isn't going to wake up.

Eventually, Buck's screams fade away, but so does the warmth that once bloomed in his chest and wrapped him around like a blanket.

Now he just feels empty. He just feels numb.

"Evan."

A hand reaches for his arm. A figure crouching down in front of him and hands— shaky hands on his arms.

Tommy.

Buck's eyes sting too much for him to see clearly.

"Evan."

He doesn't recognize his own voice. It sounds weird, raw. "H-he—"

"I know."

No, no, he has to "He—" His throat burns. His mouth is dry. "Bobb—"

Bobby's dead.

"I know." Tommy says. He doesn't sound good, either.

He sounds tired.

Buck feels a squeeze on his arms, the good kind, but everything's just too much. Everything's a blur like he's floating. And he's just... there.

Tommy's fingers fold around Buck's bicep, gently urging him up. "We have to get out."

Tommy is right. They have to get out.

The kids, someone has to tell them.

He has to call Eddie. He should be the one to call Eddie.

Buck has to be okay. He has to get up and go, because that's what Bobby wanted. He has to get up.

He doesn't know how but eventually, with trembling legs, Buck leans on Tommy and slowly rises up on his feet.

His whole body burns, his head hurts, his heart aches but Buck gets up.

He gets up and no matter how bad his feet want to go backwards, to go back inside to Bobby, Buck takes a step forward, followed by another, leaving a piece of his soul behind.

[rogerzsteven]

He doesn't know when the screams stop.

He doesn't know if they stop— he's far too gone to realize, though eventually, they stop.

He screams and screams— his throat burns and scratches and hurts, his eyeballs behind his closed shut eyelids feel like they're leaking and his brain feels like exploding; Buck keeps screaming until he can feel the metallic taste slowly growing inside his throat, until he feels like throwing up, until his own voice betrays him and doesn't want to come out and eventually, his gutwrenching screams slowly die down, only to leave their places to quiet, weak, sobs that he barely registers.

Bobby's dead.

He's gone.

Bobby is dead, and Buck will never be able to see him again until the day he dies.

Bobby is dead, and he's not going to come back, not in five years, not in fifteen years, not in this lifetime.

He's gone forever.

And— fuck, fuckfuckfuck god damn it because why— why him, they were suppose to get out, all of them; no one was supposed to be left behind and it was supposed to be okay and they were supposed to go home but nothing is okay and there is no home anymore and Bobby is dead, he's dead and Buck wants to scream, Bobby is dead and there are tiny little hundreds of spiders crawling beneath Buck's skin and Buck wants to dig the tip of his fingers and tear his flesh apart, his head throbs and Buck wants to claw his eyes out, there's blood rushing through his ears, kicking against his eardrums like thumpthumpthumpthump and Buck wants to rip them off. There is a cold sensation seeping inside his bones, freezing his insides and he's fucking trembling and it doesn't stop and he feels like he's going to explode except he doesn't.

Everything hurts, and Buck wants to run back inside, grip Bobby by the shoulder and shake him until he wakes up. He wants to shake Bobby hard and scream by his ear until he wakes up and tells Buck to shut up because Bobby can't die.

Not now. Not like this. It's just too soon. Too soon and Bobby can't go.

It's too fucking soon but no matter what Buck does, Bobby isn't going to wake up.

The earth will fall, but Bobby isn't going to wake up.

Eventually, Buck's screams fade away, but so does the warmth that once bloomed in his chest and wrapped him around like a blanket.

Now he just feels empty. He just feels numb.

"Evan."

A hand reaches for his arm. A figure crouching down in front of him and hands— shaky hands on his arms.

Tommy.

Buck's eyes sting too much for him to see clearly.

"Evan."

He doesn't recognize his own voice. It sounds weird, raw. "H-he—"

"I know."

No, no, he has to "He—" His throat burns. His mouth is dry. "Bobb—"

Bobby's dead.

"I know." Tommy says. He doesn't sound good, either.

He sounds tired.

Buck feels a squeeze on his arms, the good kind, but everything's just too much. Everything's a blur like he's floating. And he's just... there.

Tommy's fingers fold around Buck's bicep, gently urging him up. "We have to get out."

Tommy is right. They have to get out.

The kids, someone has to tell them.

He has to call Eddie. He should be the one to call Eddie.

Buck has to be okay. He has to get up and go, because that's what Bobby wanted. He has to get up.

He doesn't know how but eventually, with trembling legs, Buck leans on Tommy and slowly rises up on his feet.

His whole body burns, his head hurts, his heart aches but Buck gets up.

He gets up and no matter how bad his feet want to go backwards, to go back inside to Bobby, Buck takes a step forward, followed by another, leaving a piece of his soul behind.

[itsametaphorok]

I’m only able to give the show grace for so long for not acknowledging actors, specifically ones that play Eddie and Buck’s love interests. At some point it looks deliberate and no reason is a good reason. You don’t want hate from the buddies? What are you, 12? No one on set liked all of those actors? Suck it up and be professional.

Whether they mean to or not, they enable the toxic behavior from fandom.

And I’m glad everyone there can just brush this off, but their guest employees are out here being harassed year after year.

All this shit doesn’t make the guest actors look bad, it makes the cast and show look bad.

Like you want me to believe that every single actor who has played a love interest are so terrible they don’t deserve any acknowledgment from their colleagues or show? Who’s the common denominator here?

According to the fans, Oliver has hated every single love interest plot and every actor who’s played his love interest and he’s made passive aggressive posts. Again, who is the common denominator here?

All the previous guest actors who have played love interests should get together and create a manual for the next one(s) coming in. “Handling fandom harassment: All on your own without any of your colleagues or employer helping (in fact, one of them might even think you deserve it, he’s not sure.)”

[rogerzsteven]

Apricot juice slaps so hard

[thehotpilot]

hey so one night eddie takes buck out for a few drinks to take his mind off tommy and he ends up sloppy horny drunk and sprawled across his uncomfortable couch palming his dick through his pants and finally caving into his fucking hunger to call tommy only to for it to ring and ring and ring until he finally hears that bitchy voice again and proceeds to leave the breathiest messiest most pathetic voicemail while stroking his cock, whimpering and moaning tommy’s name until he comes all over his fist.

[coulsonlives]

"Wah, why aren't fandoms fun anymore?"

Because you keep policing people's headcanons, making fun of them and calling them horrible things, and on top of that, you're somehow claiming to be a safe space for people to express their creativity, yet turning around and harassing them anyways because you've made a billion exceptions to the "don't police people" rule and you think, like everyone else who's made their own exceptions, that your exceptions justify harassment.

So you're making fandom into a field of rat traps where nobody even dares interact with anyone, or shares art anymore, because you still might just attack them for it because they did something as simple as writing a canonically soft character as... a softie.

Let people do their "cringe" y/a romances, let people do their "gross" ships, let people write those characters as jerks or softies. Let them, and mean it when you say you'll let them, instead of soapboxing about it in a patronizing post but not really meaning what you're soapboxing about.

[cangelgifs]

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