#rip buck

[sailorguardianmegan]

“You feel these arms son? This is me taking you under my wing.”

the way I HOWLED

[bisexual-evan-buckley]

Damn that looked like it hurted

[eagesoldartblog]

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Yes Sweetheart? 

The van rolls down the dirt road, turning into the much smoother concrete of the road. Arthur- for once- took a liking to the passenger seat. Lazing about with his foot up on the dash (much to his ghostly friends dismay) and a message being typed out to Vivi. He hardly looked up from his typing to Lewis, who -having not driven in a long while (mind for a particular truck incident that Arthur wasn’t in the mood to recall)- seemed particularly nervous. Then again, could Arthur blame him? They were in an area that was overpopulated with deer, and Arthur could recall how squeamish the man got whenever Arthur recounted his hunting trips.

The fact that Lewis offered to drive with this in mind was even more surprising. But ... who was he to say no? Can’t deprive a man of the fun thrill (haha, no) of driving down a dirt road. 

Arthur shoots him a dubious look, pausing from his texting, “Want me to take over?”

”No, no. Of course not.” Lewis huffs, the strain in his voice only enforcing his apparent fear. 

Arthur quirks an eyebrow, “You sure?”

”Yes, you’ve been driving all day. I need to pull my weight as well.”

Resisting the urge to make a comment on how he lacked said weight, Arthur opted to straighten up, crossing his leg and peering out of the windshield. 

“Lewis, Deer,” He warns bluntly, staring at the white tailed deer head on.

The van.... wasn’t stopping. One quick glance confirms that Lewis probably didn’t see it. 

“Lewis. Deer.”

Not stopping.

Lewis’s head twists and looks at him curiously, and somewhat urgently, ”Yes sweethear-“

The van jolts, right on cue, as the deer gets slammed directly into. The crackle of his bones snapping making Arthur flinch and Lewis shriek.

Slamming on the breaks, Lewis peers over the front of the dash, face fear stricken as he finally sees its writhing outline half crushed body. 

Breathless, he slaps a hand against Arthurs chest.

Who, merely sighed, ”Here we go..”

He opens the door and slinks out. Dialing a number.

At a complete loss for words, Lewis gaps and only vaguely processes what’s happening, he scrambles out of the front seat, ”Arthur!!”

The mechanic is crouched down, silently examining the squirming buck while speaking quietly on the phone. Seemingly unaffected by its whines and cries. At least not in the way Lewis was! It was tearing at his heart strings and here Arthur is just staring at it like a failed science experiment. 

That is, until his eyes zip up to meet his, and the jolt that rockets through Lewis makes his heart-anchor jump.

“What? Are you gonna help me or not?” He asks, point blank and hanging up like it wasn’t a big deal, and Lewis still is at a loss for words. 

”I-! I- I’m sorry?” Lewis asks frantically, almost ready to tear out his hair with how he glances from Arthur to the poor deer-! 

“Yeah, I called the police, and they won’t be getting out here” Arthur says, standing up and grabbing the buck by one of its antlers, and standing on either side of heaving chest, grabbing the other stalk of antlers easily, whispering to it gingerly, “We gotta kill it.”

”Kill it?!” Lewis gasps. To which Arthur stares at him unammusedly whilst he continues, ”You can’t do that! It doesn’t deserve to die like this!”

“You hit it. It’s back legs are crushed.” 

”A- yes, but still-! There has to be a better way t-“ Arthur didn’t even wait until Lewis was done with his sentence before he quickly jerks and twists the bucks head at a complete ninety degree angle. Lewis shrieked at the horrifying noise- vanishing into a puff of pink smoke before reappearing with the most horrified expression Arthur has ever seen on his face.

The buck falls limp, motionless.

“There, it’s dead, now get in the van and reverse so I can pull it out.”

Lewis could have cried right then and there. But followed instruction and returned to his seat, not allowing his sight to leave the steering wheel until the passenger side opened and Arthur plopped back in.

”Why did you have to kill it...?”

“You hit it. Now, I’ll ask you again, want me to drive?”

[steampoweredcor]

Flea is Taxxon's personal assistant. He is also a instagram famous. He takes pictures of himself and the boys all the time cause he's super proud that he got this far in the company. Never change, Flea. He dumb, oblivious sociopath.

[alisgravnil]

✧ buckley right back at mikey

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[blossomkaylei]

Rip Buck

Kids are shooting each other, fighting, doing drugs, and for what? To seem cool? To be 'in' what would become of someone who has bullets in their back? Nothing. It's not cool to kill people. It's not cool to fight people. It's not cool to do drugs. I don't get why kids are doing this shit. Just fucking go to school and talk to your friends and learn how to do a god damn math problem. Just learn about Plato and Socrates. Just learn about human anatomy. Don't go to school ready to fight someone over a worthless boy/girl. Don't fight over stupid shit like talking about each other or being 'fake'. I've had this conversation to many times with myself. This shit is out of control. The whole world is looking down on the black community. Do you know why? Because the cops started killing us first and now we're out here killing each other.

[meggiecat]

On today's installment of Meg Plays Far Cry 3 And Let's Everyone On Tumblr Know... >u> *shot*

I killed Buck today, which I was quite glad after those sodding compass missions >n>;; I hate those missions oh so much, despite all the beautiful scenery x'D I will miss Buck though, I kinda like him x'D Even though he's a sadistic rapist who's been sexually abusing one of your friends~

I also sorted out another radio tower. Not that anyone cares because it's not anything to do with the main story BUT HEY~ x'D

[devidementia]

I'm sorry I killed your creepy rapist hasubando, Steff

Matt as he digs a knife through Buck's chest