eternity || epilogue

call me rain | any/all | 20s | multifandom | ao3 | bluesky

[tweetsongs]

fic masterpost

(general writing tag)

911 abc

tma

orv

misc (robb, arashi, dndads, ouroboros)

[starlightxraven]

Nobody needs AI to search the Internet, court says in ruling against Google

Google AI Overview court loss in Germany could spell doom for AI search industry.

[appalachian-werewolf]

"Google AI Overview court loss in Germany could spell doom for AI search industry."

It fucking better.

[mrsjdavis]

Like to charge, reblog to cast?

[newbarktownalumni]

[the-quasar-hero]

You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light

[sunnfl0w3rr]

mutuals if I like your vent post I promise I’m acknowledging your post and sending happy thoughts and hoping your ok bc I don’t know what to say and I promise I’m not happy you’re in pain

[sergeifyodorov]

I don't read as much fic as I used to but one "tell" for non Canadians writing us, besides the etransfer, is the units you use to describe us measuring something. I hate to tell you this but The Chart is real and it's completely subconscious. Please abide

[demotu-writes]

ETA the chart (or at least a version of it):

ETA2: we do use inches/miles in poetic ways ("he was lost in thought/miles away" or "his lips were a bare inch away").

Also, the length of a dick is in inches for SURE.

[labradorduck]

snow is cm then feet then metres depending on the depth

[emziess]

You can't think like that. 9-1-1, S09E06

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[themirokai]

[juju-fisher]

I need to see this guy paint a tunnel on the side of a rock wall.

[the-haiku-bot]

I need to see this

guy paint a tunnel on the

side of a rock wall.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[mizuthe-cat]

cool and awesome people are supposedly calling me “my friend”

[sunflowerbuckleys]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by my beloveds @tweetsongs and @eddiesstabwound and i've got some werewolf buck to share! i really hope i can finish this tonight

A bite mark. Eddie's breath hitched. He understood. He could cling still to the rational, to denial. He could bury his face in the sand and forget what he'd seen, what he'd felt. But Buck was asking him not to. Hesitance stole over him, standing there with his hand on Buck's hip. Something between them was about to shatter, and Eddie feared the pieces would not fit back together. "Say something?" Buck asked, voice impossibly small. Eddie worked his jaw. Swallowed. At length, he said, "Last night was a full moon." "It was." "You …" Scared me. Licked my blood. Carried me in your arms like a toy. Killed someone, I think. "Saved me." "Is — is that okay?"

tagging @lesbucks @soupfic @poledancingghostson @zinnydark @circledwithaheart @bucksgreyhairs and @bucklesdiaz

[lesbucks]

if im ever arguing about a tv shows w you i am ALWAYS trying to convert you to my opinion but i will NEVER be upset if that doesn't happen. i just love arguing and talking about tv shows.

[tweetsongs]

wip wednesday

tagged by @eddiesstabwound mwah my beloved <33 here's a bit more of the 118 kids in peril fic that i've been fiddling with!

And Denny is his best friend, in the 118. It’s different from Kasey, who’s his school best friend, or Artemis, who’s his discord best friend. Denny is-- Denny gets it. Denny is the one who he can always look at from across the room when the adults are being ridiculous. Who knows what it’s like to hear a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It’s an impossible thing to explain, to anyone outside of their little bubble. It’s an impossible thing to understand, until you’re standing at your parents’ bedside and wondering if you’re going to become an orphan.

If Denny dies, then--

No. Denny won’t die. Denny can’t die.

(There are no promises, Chris knows. There is no corner of the world that can offer perfect safety, not without a dad or a Buck. But Buck and dad aren’t here. Buck and dad are looking for them. And Chris, who has watched dad practice for his academy exams and looked over Buck as he pulled dozens of people from raging waters, well--

Right now, Chris is the closest thing to a dad or a Buck that anyone’s got.)

tagging @circledwithaheart @sunflowerbuckleys @mihidecet @glorious-spoon and whoever else has anything they're working on!

[eddiesstabwound]

wip wednesday

happy thursday! tagged by the always incredible @rhodeys <3 i've been working on a lil follow-up drabble (which is now over 1k and no longer a drabble) to it's okay, we're the best of friends. hopefully she'll be finished today and posted sometime soon :)

"Hi," Eddie breathes, eyes still raking over Buck's body. It's probably rude to stare this much but Eddie doesn't care about that either. He's pretty sure he's allowed to do that openly now, and it's not like Buck isn't staring back. His own brown button-up and dark blue jeans aren't anything new for him, but Buck seems to enjoy it so Eddie will let him look. "Hi," Buck replies, lips curving into a smile. "You look…" Eddie starts, trailing off as he flicks through a mental Rolodex of compliments for the right one. Gorgeous, astonishing, so fucking hot, like the rest of my life. None of them feel like the right thing to say. "Oh God," Buck's smile falters. "Bad? I wasn't sure about the top but Maddie said it was good, and I don't know where we're going so I wasn't sure what to wear. I can change! Do we have time for me to change? Would you mind waiting?" "No, Buck, no. You look good," Eddie lets his gaze flit to Buck's bicep one more time. It's the size of his head. "Like, really good."

tagging: @tweetsongs @sunflowerbuckleys @lesbucks @bucklesdiaz @circledwithaheart @dr-lizortecho @hawkslonggoodbye @tsunamikaela and anyone else who is working on stuff bc i wanna read it <3

[tweetsongs]

reincarnated sua trying her best to imitate normal life with mizi, but always falling into old patterns, seeking out pain, mizi, hit me, hit me, hit me (love me the way you used to) (if i hurt because of you, then i can be your god, and you can be mine).

sua weeping when she realizes what happened to mizi but feeling a sick sort of relief as well. it is so much easier, to be somebody else's puppet. sua's only ever made one choice in her life, and it always tastes like blood in somebody else's mouth.

sua dying for mizi. dying for her. dying for her. she wonders sometimes, briefly, about the others. maybe they're alive. that would be nice. she thinks that perhaps it would be kinder if they're not. (a limb is torn off.) she sometimes catches a glimpse of pale hair, a snaggletooth. she pretends not to. (pins in her body, it hurts less than a bullet.) she has always been very good at pretending.

this world is kinder, she thinks. in this world, she can die for mizi over and over.

[dl4draws]

mr richard!

[smsomah]

She is holding an orange. Warszawa, Poland, 1956. Wolfgang Schröter

[rylandsgrace]

#I know when Buck asks for advices, his only answer is always "you should break up"

[stablefuse]

eddie is so loved 🥰