#figments <3

[t4tstarvingdog]

gets scared. hey does anyone know why there's always a road in my stories

[lovebitebuck]

[image description: a segment of a fic that reads

Buck looks washed out, like this. Looks like the colour got burned out of him until all that’s left was ash, stuck in the shape of him. Or maybe like salt. Like he was Lot’s wife, and he looked back, and he ran into that fire and—

But Eddie doesn’t want to look at him like he’s not Buck, not technicolor and living body and best friend. He wants to look at him and see him move, see him flush, see him look up instead of back, instead of looking into the thing that’s gonna freeze him here, preserved like salt in front of Eddie’s eyes.

end description.]

hehe! working on a fic that isn't my rock tumbler buck fic... >:)

[t4tstarvingdog]

tosses this bit of the rtbf wip into the world… is this anything guys

[t4tstarvingdog]

James (less preferred: Timothy) | he / it | 20s | mutuals get special access to secret names including Tommy, deer, and toad

AO3: SewingNatural | Bluesky: starvingdog

Terfs go fuck yourself 💥💥

minors may follow, but please filter "#minors dni" and "#nsft"

aftg blog @runawaytraincd / 9-1-1 blog @lovebitebuck / art blog @creaturecastiel

(header by mark maggiori, icon and post header by me)

[t4tstarvingdog]

[image description: an ao3 fic summary that reads: 

It’s like breathing to him at this point, like another limb. Like muscle memory.

Just like every other thoughtless action you do a hundred times a day. tug at your belt loop so your pants hang right, roll your wrist around after a few hours of driving ‘cause it gets sore if you hold it there for too long, put your hand on Cas’ back or arm or bump his hip or– or– or– anything just as long as it gets him where he needs to go, where you want him. Moves him outta the way, pushes him along, shifts him closer so he can see what you’re showing him. Holds him still. Stands too close. Keeps him too close. To close, always.

OR

The fic where Dean and Cas share peaches on a roadtrip. An ode and a curse to Summer weather. end id.]

sneak peek ‘cause i finally got the summary decided 🫣😵‍💫🥴 can’t wait to finish this fic

[t4tstarvingdog]

[image description: a line from a wip I’m working on. It reads:

  There’s no knife in Cas’ hands when they ghost up to Dean’s face. There’s no intention to cut simple slices, peel him apart and avoid the piece of him that might shatter everything they hold between them. There’s just Cas. Fingers on Dean like he’s gonna pull him open, dig his fingers in deep to that soft, sucking flesh, and not even mind when he gets covered in the syrupy juice.

end id.]

wow. men really will write fruit as a metaphor for unspeakable things between two guys

[t4tstarvingdog]

so. fic huh…

[t4tstarvingdog]

🌹🌹🌹 hehehehehehe

[image description: text that reads

He eyes Cas outta the corner of his eye, takes in the way he's staring glassy-eyed out the window; Blazing blue sky cut into weird corners by the frame, haloing Cas' face.

end id.]

a little halo for you <3