#boys please

[theadventuresofcas]

cashton online era is actually really fucking scary can we go back to touching grass please 🙏🙏

[rozsnz]

the day we get a snz off co/nnor or h/udson, the grass will grow greener. the sky will be clearer. peace will prevail. the birds will chirp.

[escapingarchives]

Arthur: I wonder what the manager meant when he said we need to Let Go to save the world. Anyway, on a totally unrelated note. John, to be honest I don't want to separate from you. John: Same, Arthur, I want to stay in you. We are so intertwined, we feel like one. Anyway, who knows what the manager meant, it couldn't possibly be something emotionally devastating for us.

[lankybrunettepartdeux]

Justice League Unlimited | 3.13 Destroyer

[elvensorceress]

fuck it friday

the amazing @sergeantchenford tagged me and posted juicy delicious pining!Buck and unhinged!Eddie 💕💕 go read it! it's !!!!!

here is some more of my in denial post s8 Buck

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“When we talked about the speed dating thing, you said it was to find someone you like. Because you don’t have anyone you like right now.”

Buck sips his water and where is he going with this and why does it feel precarious. “Yeah. No one I like. No crushes. No pining. Not in love with anyone.” 

Chris looks at him sideways. “What about Dad?”

Buck should have known better than to drink. He was not even drinking. And yet. Somehow bottled water is in his mouth and up his nose and he coughs hard and has to bend to the side and spit onto the ground. Which he would normally not do while sober and in a nice area of the city. But extenuating circumstances here. Very extenuating. 

“What— uh— what-what do you mean? What about your dad? I don’t think he has any crushes or feelings for anyone right now either. He rarely ever does. It’s basically your mom and no one else. You know? He doesn’t really like anyone else. He tries to I guess? But you know no one can ever measure up to your mom.” 

Chris shakes his head. “No, I know Dad doesn’t like anyone. He didn’t even like his ex-girlfriends. I knew more about Mari and Miss Flores than he ever did.”

Buck coughs some more and hits his own chest in hopes that it might expel water or— other things someone can drown in. If that’s true however? Yikes. Big yikes. So much yike. “You did? Oh wait, of course you did. Ana was your teacher and he left you with Marisol all the time to hang out with— uh. Other people.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Chris gives him a grievous look. 

Buck picks up a napkin and wipes off his face and hands and hopes he can indeed forget to remind Chris what he was asking about. And then they will never have to talk about it. 

Except Chris shatters that illusion and again asks, “What about Dad though? For you? If you like guys, couldn’t you like Dad?”

Buck really wishes he hadn’t just eaten. He really, really wishes he hadn’t eaten so much and so fast and that it wasn’t so tasty, because now, his stomach just wants to be a washing machine that makes him feel like throwing up. “Your dad is— he’s— straight. So. He’s straight.” 

“You’re not. Isn’t that what you just said? You could like anyone. Why couldn’t you like Dad?”

After all that water that went through Buck’s whole head in very unpleasant ways, you’d think his whole mouth wouldn’t be dry, rough, full of sand right now. But it is. What the hell does he say to this? What he wants to do is pick up his water again but have it be beer instead of water. Or something much, much stronger. “It’s not that I couldn’t— It’s not impossible. But he’s straight. So I don’t. Like him. I don’t like him.”

Chris raises an eyebrow at him this time. “You don’t like Dad?”

“No, of course I do.”

“That’s not what you said.”

“Of course I like him. I lov— You know what I mean. I don’t like him like that. Of course I like him in general. He’s my best friend.”

“Okay, but why couldn’t you like him like that?” Chris says with mocking emphasis and then he points at Buck, so much like the way Eddie sometimes does. “Without saying Dad is straight because that has nothing to do with how you feel about him.” 

Why do kids have to grow up? Why do they have to turn into teenagers and whole young adults who know and understand things you don’t want them to understand? It’s so much easier when it just goes over their heads. 

[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

Ah yes, another “I totally still hate your stupid guts despite actively and FRANTICALLY trying to save you right now” moment for the books

[montrealswolfboy]