pov me when i get into a doll line series for the background characters that will never return
the brothers ever and the boys lookin pretty
(once again this may or may not be the fault of @nottrye and @sockpansy i dont remember whos the fault of what anymore)
"Whoa, I haven't seen this in years! It's Aurora Borealis!"
"Who tf is that?!"
Come to think of it, No Man's Land is more likely to have those than Earth since it's a binary star system 🤔
+ I just learned that aurora BOREALIS only refers to the ones happen in the northern hemisphere. The ones happen in the south are called aurora AUSTRALIS!
(Time lapse and alt colors under the cut as usual)
tagged by @ambernotember @setmeatopthepyre @trombonechurchill thank you <3
doing something a little different and introducing a new wip, my bucktommy pet semetery au :3 i have this one scene stuck in my head and i needed to write it out! so here's a snippet of my newest wip, no grave can hold my body down <3
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The eerie silence laid thickly between them as they sat by the kitchen island under the only light that shined throughout their home. Shadows forebodingly swirled around them.
Clink.
The only you that pierced through the silence was the small glass shards Buck fished out of the gaping wound on Tommy’s forearm, dropping them into a tiny bowl.
Clink.
Tommy hadn't looked at Buck, or the wound, his eyes stayed on their cat who sat in the shadows hunched over, watching their every movement. Like a predator watching its prey. He didn’t flinch from Buck digging the tweezers into his flesh. He kept quiet, unusually quiet.
Clink.
“That seems to be the last of it,” Buck sighed. Placing the tweezers down he opened up the first aid kit that sat on the counter, searching through it to find what he needed. “This is going to be a bit of a crude job,” Buck started, “But we can't really take you to the hospital, too many questions. And we can't really take you to Hen or even Chim, that will involve even more questions. But i-it's fine, it shouldn’t be that hard to do. I just can't numb it though.”
“What do you mean?” Tommy finally looked at him. There was always this light in Tommy’s eyes that enamored Buck … that light was nowhere to be found tonight. “Why can't we go to Hen or Howie?”
Buck sank the cured needle into Tommy’s flesh, waiting for a hiss, a flinch, anything. There was nothing, Tommy didn't seem to notice Buck even began to stitch up his forearm.
“Do you not remember dying, Tommy?” Buck asked, the saliva in his mouth became thick like glue.
Something flickered in Tommy’s eyes, not realization or confusion. It was an understanding, as if–as bizarre as it sounded–him dying was the only thing that made sense.
“No,” Tommy said softly, “I remember waking up in the ground, having to dig my way out from the earth. It was raining when I reached the surface. I couldn't recognize where I was.” Tommy bit the inside of his cheek, furrowing his brows. “Shouldn't I have been in a casket then?”
“Uh, well,” Buck removed his gaze from Tommy, looking down at the wound as he stitched it closed, “You were, but I had to get you out of there to bury you somewhere else. Somewhere that would bring you back to me.” Buck pressed his lips together thinly, “It wouldn't have been easy carrying your casket around, it already wasn't easy to bring you there when it was just you. But you're back now, and that's all that matters.”
Tommy let the words sit for a bit, chewing the inside of his cheek. “Evan, where did you bury me?”
no pressure tagging everyone who tagging everyone who tagged me as well as @firehose118 @leashybebes @strawberrytommy @powersuitup @wikiangela
