This is a mess of whatever. // Brisbane // AuDHD // Queer.
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so fucking humbling to be like “no I like that character a normal amount” and then you can literally feel your heart rate spike at a mention of them like a dog that just heard the word “treat”
several many sentences sunday! i successfully ignored all my existing wips and whipped up 10k of something brand new this weekend: another bucktommy werewolf au! featuring season 1 era alternate first meetings and some serious creative liberties :3 this fic was partly inspired by destiny brought me to you by @lostintheuniverseslies which i HIGHLY recommend!
Fire alarms were some of the most fickle creations on the planet. For good reason, safety first and all that, but at almost one a.m. and too many hours into a stupidly busy shift, Tommy was ready to at least consider sacrificing a smidgen of safety in favour of getting five consecutive minutes of sitting down. Instead he was waiting near the engine as residents filed out of the swanky townhouse complex while Nash was on the phone pleading with the alarm company to shut off the tones.
Colleagues had been sent off to doorknock and look for a possible fire source but there wasn’t a single particle of smoke in the air, and not for the first time Tommy wished he could tell Nash not to waste any more of their time. ‘Trust me’ wasn’t enough of a source, and the more honest ‘I turn into a wolf at least once a month and my sense of smell as a human is almost as good, trust me’ would be the beginning of a long stay in a padded room.
Tommy heaved a sigh and caught Howie’s scent trudging back to him, the man looking just as tired and bored as Tommy.
“No signs of fire on that side,” Howie reported.
Tommy snorted. “Really?”
“Don’t start–”
“I didn’t–” the wind shifted and blew the scents of the pyjama-clad evacuees right at them, and Tommy practically lifted his human nose to sniff the air. “Howie?”
“Yeah, I smell it too,” Howie said too quietly for humans to hear.
Tommy scanned the crowd, looking for the source, and froze when his eyes landed on it. “Is that…”
Howie breathed in deep and his jaw tightened. “Yep.”
Sitting pretty in a crowd of people was another goddamn werewolf. He was huge and unnaturally still in the movement all around him, his long fur shimmering in the light breeze of the evening. The face and muzzle were black, with white spots on the left side of his head, trailing into white streaks through the black coat down his back.
Whatever magic that turned them into animals under a full moon gave werewolves enough of a glamour that human eyes just slid right on over their general impossible existence. That had to be the reason not a single human was worried about the freakishly large monster in their midst.
Although that wouldn’t account for… “Is that a collar?” Tommy choked out.
if I was a professional hockey player you could not media train me enough to keep me from saying "do you wanna see the bruise??" to reporters asking about a hit I took. & then showing it to them
Look, I get what you're saying, but sometimes you've gotta reach for the low-hanging fruit. Let's get you a proper meal, refill your meds, and unfuck your living space as best we're able; if after that you still want cute girls to kill you with axes, you'll be in a much better physical and mental place to pursue that goal.
astonishing how good it can feel to get some chores done sometimes. you’ll be sitting there like damn i am some type of horrid little smeagol like creature who should be crushed to death. but then you do some laundry and you’re like wrow. im actually gods most fuckable soldier.
Everyone should be entitled to a free little treat once per day when they leave the house. A hot beverage, a cookie, whatever. You should have government issued daily tokens and you should be able to go into a shop or a cafe and pick what you like and take it to the counter and hand them your token and say "this is my free little daily treat" and then you don't have to pay for it. please vote for me as your local mp in the next general election.
pros of eating your lunch outside on a nice spring day: feeling the sun, getting vitamin d, hearing birds chirping, watching the bees and the lizards and the squirrels
cons of eating your lunch outside on a nice spring day:
This phrase has already entered my vocabulary re: media criticism where like. The viewer has a concrete view of what they expect a story to be based on the tropes and cliches they're used to seeing together, and when that doesn't happen, they judge it as a failed depiction of what they assumed it was going to be instead of judging it as what it actually is.
"This show is problematic because the hero didn't kill the villain at the end": When does he steal the bread?
"These two characters who were close friends throughout the series don't kiss at the end! What the fuck?": When does he steal the bread?
"This feels like it's missing a conclusion! Like, the protagonist does bad stuff and because of a critical decision he makes as a result of his major character flaws, meets tragedy in the end! Where's the part where he learns better and brings is love back from the dead and becomes a good guy and gets a happy ending?": When does he steal the fucking bread??
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