#austin tag

[the-otherspace]

Some very old artwork representing myself and my old headmate Austin. You can interpret it however you'd like.

I wonder where he is. Is he aware of where he is? Does he have memories? Can he see me? I don't know how dormancy works.

[partiallypearl]

Kelly Wainwright

First impression

oh my god she looks like me

Impression now

love her <3

Favorite moment

any moment she's with carlos or gustavo

Idea for a story

kelly's day off - a fic about kelly having her once a year day off with a spa day and gustavo and the boys + katie leaving her alone for the day

Unpopular opinion

don't think this unpopular, but she deserved better and to have more screentime

Favorite relationship

gustavo or carlos

Favorite headcanon

she went to a hbcu for business management!

[capseycartwright]

"this is a terrible idea" + buddie

“This is a terrible idea.”

“Maybe,” Buck conceded, shifting from foot to foot. It was cold - by LA standards, at least, the light breeze whipping up around them making goosebumps raise all across his skin. It didn’t help that Buck tended to run cold anyway, always shivering against the onslaught of the air-conditioning in the fire-station when people like Eddie thrived in the cool air. He was always going to be cold when he was standing in his underwear on the beach at three o’clock in the morning.

“The lack of an argument there makes me think you’re assuming I’m actually going to do this,” Eddie sighed, arms folded across his bare chest. He was wearing a pair of utterly ridiculous underwear, a gag gift from Chimney that Eddie had oddly embraced, the material navy and covered in tiny little rainbow flags. It always made Buck laugh, when he wore them. 

“I mean,” and maybe it was the tequila talking, but Buck was pretty confident in his plan. “We have to. It’d be pretty embarrassing if we stripped down to go skinny dipping, and then didn’t actually do it.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, glancing around the empty beach. “Who’s going to judge us?”

“Eddie,” Buck rolled his eyes, tugging the other man against his body, the familiar warmth of Eddie’s skin against his own never, ever getting old. “It’s our bachelor party!”

“I don’t need how that correlates to skinny dipping, baby,” Eddie hummed, swaying gently in Buck’s grip. They had decided to have a joint bachelor party, because they had all the same friends anyway, and Buck had gone on a rant about how archaic it was to celebrate a final night of freedom when you were marrying the goddamned love of your life more than willingly, and in an attempt to shut him up, Chimney and Hen had agreed a joint bachelor party was the best thing to do.

And it had been fun -

Buck had just wanted Eddie all to himself for a bit, so he’d taken his future husband’s hand and tugged him out of the bar and dragged him down the street to the beach, Eddie laughing as he stumbled along behind Buck, the giggles fueled by tequila, sure, but also by that joyous feeling of freedom he’d carried for years, now, the feeling new to Eddie at first, and then a part of his everyday. 

“I just think we should do something a little crazy before we go and get married, and become all settled down and boring,” Buck shrugged. Sue him, he liked making fun memories with Eddie.

“Baby,” Eddie pressed a kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth. “We’re never going to be boring,” he promised, and Buck believed him, of course, because his life with Eddie had never been boring - it had always been fun, and exciting, and familiar, family at the core of the life they were building together, Eddie Diaz more than anything Buck could have dreamed he deserved to have. 

Buck grinned. “Then prove it,” he dared, jerking his head toward the gently lapping waves. “Come skinny dipping with me.”

Eddie groaned, pressing his face to the crook of Buck’s neck for a second. “I hate you,” he sighed, and before Buck had a chance to reply, Eddie was whipping off his ridiculous underwear and running toward the sea, the shriek he let out as he stepped into the cold water loud in the quiet of the night.Yeah, Buck thought to himself as he ran to catch up, Eddie already waist deep in the pacific ocean. They were definitely never going to be boring.

send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five however many i want

[archerincombat]

pov

okay i didn't know whether this was supposed to be from a wip or published fic, but here's the chimney/eddie phone call from beneath my mother tongue

"Hey," Eddie says into the phone, wincing as the nurse cleans his arm with antiseptic. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Chim replies curiously. He sounds on-edge, and that sends off warning bells in Eddie's head, but he also doesn't know what and how and where, so he leaves it. "You're the one who called me."

Eddie sighs. "Don't freak out," he says dryly. "I'm in the hospital—Just, for stitches," he interrupts, when Chimney predictably starts to freak out. And then softer. "Buck's not picking up his phone."

He can practically see Chim worrying his lip, trying to figure out how to respond. "Buck's asleep," he settles on finally. "He's...they went to the hospital to visit Philip today."

Chimney says Philip Buckley with the same resigned fury that Eddie feels. But that's not the important thing, and Chimney knows that too. Eddie waits, and Chim clears his throat and tells him what he really wants to know.

The nurse leaves the room.

"I think you should come to Pennsylvania," he tells him. "If you're already off work. I think Buck could really use you here."

It's not new, this worry. It's not new, the fear that Buck isn't as put together as he seems, but it feels like a gut punch to hear to someone else say it, in so many words. "He—"

"Please, Eddie." Chim is...he sounds...Eddie looks at the ceiling and tries to blink back tears. "Come to Pennsylvania."

[fcntasmas-archive]

my 5lb bag of flour is the only thing keeping me sane

get off my blog

[hoediaz]

first ?

One day, Buck will tell an interviewer that he would be happy to make movies with Eddie Diaz until the day he dies.

But first, years before that, he sees Eddie for the first time on the set of Chimney’s fifth movie. 

no excuses writing meme

[persephoneships]

Some commissions for the lovely @dr-wafflesphd​! *:･ﾟ✧

[gunaerystargarygun]

Everybody go the FUCK home none of you will ever top what I’ve just been told