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[fyreflakes]

It's more than me.

I know it's not amazing, but I still wanted to draw SOMETHING iron lungy so I redrew one of the posters-

At least I assume it is, I just searched "Iron lung movie poster" and saw this+the one with the giant white teefasus

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

the little guy ever perhaps

[emilys-bangs]

Season two Emily:

[rotten-cock]

babe please keep the cowboy hat on. and the boots too. yeah, i know they have spurs

[tapakah0]

Quick doodle just because they are babies ;-;

[leguin]

"Anger always leaves a large void behind it, into which a flood of sorrow pours instantly, and keeps on flowing like a great river, without beginning or end."

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead, Olga Tokarczuk

[rhodeys]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers.

Let's spread the self-love 💖

omggggg i love this!!! thank you for sending this to me my pookie pie 😁

second time’s the charm

There’s no marriage left to salvage. Shannon left him two years ago, and whatever fragile hope he was holding onto, whatever flickered in their bed two days ago, died the moment she recognised Buck. But that’s not what he tells Buck. “Right,” Eddie says, shifting his weight, crossing his arms across his chest. “And Shannon’s back, I mean you saw her the other day, so we’re gonna—” Eddie takes a breath. “—try again. And me and you can, you know, move on.” Or, Buck indulges in a threesome with a married couple in El Paso, Texas. Two years later, Eddie Diaz joins the 118. Buck really wishes those two facts weren’t related.

this holds a special place in my heart because i looove a "meeting again after x years" trope which made writing this purely self indulgent, which as a result also makes it my longest fic till date hehe (17k isn't much in the grand scheme of things but Still)

tricked and treated

“Catwoman, huh?” Buck’s eyes flick down again, snagging on the shape of Eddie’s torso. “Yeah, you’re, uh, pulling it off. But, uh…” Buck straightens, licks his lips, voice shifting to something practiced, polite, and extremely strange to Eddie’s ears. “Look, you seem cool, and that suit’s... heh, working, but I’m— I’m not really doing the whole hookup thing anymore." The words don’t register at first—then they do, and the world tilts, grin falling right off his face. Buck doesn’t know it’s him. Buck doesn’t know it’s Eddie.

good ol' secret identity!!!! i used to EAT that shit up when i wrote/read for marvel and i always wanted to try a buddie secret identity/identity reveal without veering into an au and when halloween came around i was like Hold Awn.... I can COOK here...

grief and tears to smother

“I didn’t hit my head,” Eddie shakes his head free with an irritated huff and shoots Buck a glare. “Stop deflecting. What are you sorry for?” (the flashback, the freeze,      the shove,           the dull, sickening thud of Eddie’s body taking the hit meant for him) Buck swallows; where does he even begin? There is no stopping the barrage once he opens his mouth. The guilt will spill out messy and humiliating, and he will cry, and he will abase himself, and he will beg for forgiveness even though he is undeserving of it.

i tried to change my writing style a bit here and idk if it translated as well as i wanted it to but [spoiler alert] i really enjoyed writing the ambiguity of it all and i ESPECIALLY (sadist, me) love sad/ambigious/open endings so this was quite fun to write!!!

an affair of the mouth

“Oh.” The new toothpick is already sliding into Eddie’s mouth, making itself at home. Buck’s fingers had held it a moment ago. “Y’know, I didn’t— never realised you did that. W–with your mouth.” “Did wha— Oh,” Eddie catches on mid-word, shrugs. “Yeah. Childhood habit, I guess. Thought I kicked it years ago but…” “You do it a lot,” Buck blurts, then wants to saw his own tongue off. Or, It all starts with Eddie performing fellatio on a ringpop.

eddie with oral fixation AND buckfidelity goddd what more do i need to say. hit two birds with one stone with this one

one man's treasure

“You fucked him,” Buck says, easy as two plus two. “I mean—” and Eddie cuts himself off immediately. He doesn’t know if correcting Buck and saying he fucked me is the best course of action at this point. Buck stares, almost hopeful, as if expecting Eddie to follow it up with a negative on the accusation. I mean, that’s not what happened or, I mean, that’s clearly lotion on the bed, dumbass. Buck stares and stares, and the hope withers and dies, and he finally lets out a short, disbelieving laugh that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Jesus, Eddie. So what— what, you fuck men now? Were you even gonna tell me?” Or, Eddie sleeps with the Boston firefighter, and Buck takes it about as well as you'd expect. What's a little roughhousing between friends, anyway?

my most recent fic!!! this was soooo fun to write genuinely ticked off so many boxes in my pervert checklist: eddie getting fucked by someone else, jealous buck, physical fight (?) before going at it like rabbits, buddie gettin a little bitchy OOOOOH MAMACITA

and that is all :-) this was a fun trip down memory lane thank you a <333