#never bloom again

[mellon-collie-scorpio]

Now all the gays in los angeles look like gru and the minions or whatever the fuck Awsten said

[sucha-coolcat]

disgusting how everything is about the environment your in and sometimes even with hard work you can’t bloom bc you’re pot is too small or whatever the fuck

[buckleybltch]

Never Bloom Again - Sneak Peak

May I introduce you to my current multi-chapter wip Never Bloom Again, featuring Musician!Buck x Firefighter!Tommy:

After retiring from the LAFD following a devastating leg injury, Evan Buckley isn’t sure what to do with his life. During his recovery, he turns to songwriting to kill the time and quickly rises to fame with his debut album. Once he returns from his American tour, he finds himself facing writer’s block and is desperately trying to find any inspiration. He returns to his roots at the 118 for secret ride-alongs hoping it will motivate him, but finds more than he expected in the form of one handsome firefighter pilot.

This will come to AO3 sometime sooooon, but until then enjoy this lil sneak peak (more under the cut). If y'all like it, I might release more snippets and sneak peaks in the future 👀

Ironically, it would be easier if he had gone through a few more near-death experiences since his last album as it might’ve provided him with some of those hurt and sorrowful emotions that penetrated his lyrics, but Buck wasn’t about to go looking for trouble just so he could write a new song.

Walking into his house, he looked upon his bay window. A deep-set, built-in seat that overlooked his small garden, and it had become his favourite spot for writing new songs. His guitar was resting against the wall, and crumpled balls of paper sat on the seat and the floor. He didn’t like discarding lyrics like that, he preferred to hold onto them in case they ever called to him again, but recently he’d been feeling so frustrated with himself. He found himself writing new lyrics to melodies he’d already written, or getting four lines into a verse and being unable to think further. 

As much as he wanted to head straight back to bed, he couldn’t leave his writing spot like this. He walked forward and picked up the guitar, placing it back into its stand that stood to the right of the window, and bent down to pick up all the balls of paper. It wasn’t the first day he had come home to crumpled up lyrics, and Buck was sure it wouldn’t be the last either. 

He just needed to find something new in his life. Whatever that may be.

It's short but sweet, I wouldn't want to spoil the story 😉.

If you wanna see more of this story or ask any questions, drop me a message or find me on Twitter/X (@buckleybltch)

[agstricker18]

FANDOM pt 2, Enjoy!

Rest of my Parx stuff!

[heavenlynightmare]

never bloom again // waterparks

[roozmatazz]

You know those posts where I put lyrics that go hard? I was gonna do that for Never Bloom Again but the whole song goes hard so this is a Never Bloom Again appreciation post

[serendipitwi]

like or (c) jemcastars

[i--a-m--n-o--o-n-e]

I feel like 'never bloom again'