someone just asked me if I was the person behind @boombox-fuckboy and I am so flattered.
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someone just asked me if I was the person behind @boombox-fuckboy and I am so flattered.
i’m going on a trip to new orleans at the end of the year and while the amount of money i have to save to make it happen is extremely daunting, im more excited for the amount of food im about to consume😵💫 i’ve never been on a fancy vacation, let alone somewhere where the food options are so iconic, i am so fucking excited
if anyone has travel recs for new orleans- especially plus size oriented ones, please send them my way!!
SO PROUD! ☺️
SO PROUD ☺️ to be selected as the 2025 Best Family Friendly Game by Cozy Family Friendly Fest 🫶🫶🫶
@galactic-knightmare 🥳🦷🎉
also a bunch of rougher stuff as well :D (+ other stuff under da cut)
*Pulls up to the drive through, lays on the horn*
Can I get a #48. "Fuck... I feel like I've been hit by a car."
Not with that attitude. JK. This is another double request - but I have two ideas so here's the first one and the other will come probably tomorrow. Also, this is the last one for now. Maybe post more later. We'll see!
Buck regrets every single action that has led him to feeling like this. And sure, he’s a grown adult who makes his own decisions, but he can still blame someone else, right? Groaning, Buck drags a pillow over his head, trying to block the sunlight streaming through the window. Why didn’t he learn from Chim’s bachelor party? Why did he let himself do tequila shot after tequila shot? Not that Buck has the answer for that. Because that would require memories of last night. Majority of which are evading him. Cool. An echoing groan comes from across the bed and Buck’s eyes fly open. He knows that groan. Or, at least the voice that made the groan. "Fuck... I feel like I've been hit by a car." “...Eddie?” Buck nearly gags at the taste in his mouth as he speaks. “No. Eddie is dead.” Comes a grumbled response, voice sounding as rough as Buck feels. “What the fuck.” Buck shifts the pillow over his head enough so that when he cracks open one eye, he can see a sleep tousled and extremely hung over Eddie laying next to him. There’s pillow lines pressed into Eddie’s cheek, his hair is an absolute mess, and his skin definitely doesn’t have the greatest pallor. But at least Buck isn’t waking up with a stranger. “Uhm.” Buck opens his other eye, taking in the sight. “Where’s your shirt?" And why are there hickeys all over your neck? Eddie drags open his own eyes, blinks a few times and then tilts his head down, registering for the first time that he’s shirtless. “Oh. My shirt is missing.” He squirms in the bed lightly. “So…are my pants…” Buck’s heart starts racing. His hand flies up to his own chest, bare skin connecting with bare skin. He glides his hand downwards, discovering he too is missing his pants. Looking at Eddie once more, Buck finds his best friend staring at Buck’s collarbone. Even without asking, he knows what’s there. “What the fuck happened last night?” Buck croaks, hand ghosting over the hickeys that mirror Eddie’s. “I have no idea.” Eddie mumbles, lifting his eyes away from Buck. There’s something in those eyes before Eddie closes them and rolls into the pillow. “But I am never drinking with you again.” “That’s what you said last time.” Buck replies numbly. Did he…and Eddie…but they… Buck would very much like his memories back now. Because if he and Eddie hooked up, in any vicinity, then it would be so nice if Buck could fucking remember it. He doesn’t think he’s getting an answer any time soon though. Especially since he can hear Eddie starting to snore softly. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. This is…fine. Everything is fine.
send me a number v2.0
[Podfic] Towards the Sun by FaerieFey13
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69128491/chapters/179157161
Me: *gets a decent amount of sleep and actually drinks some water*
Also me: *feels more tired and lightheaded than ever* The f--k is this?? If this is how it feels to get a good night's rest and be hydrated than this is bs and I'm going back to being a nocturnal succulent >:P