moved back to my old blog /babieken

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

buck gets labeled the reckless one on the job bc he does crazy shit when he’s angry or sad as a type of passive self-harm so we see the emotional risk in it. eddie doesn’t have to be sad to do all that he’s just a little nuts

the doctor prescribed 50 hours by the sea as a cure for all my illnesses

RPF: Research-Proven Facts

Nothing more painful than when a kind stranger tells you about some random AI feature in a way that is clearly meant to be helpful and you have to choose between nodding along in despair or turning wokezilla 3000 on them

I’ve been thinking a LOT lately about what a weird and stressful experience it is to care a lot about a story when you don’t trust the storyteller.

i’ll be honest i still fan girl over my own mutuals

there are some people on here who, when they followed me back, I got excited about as if they were a celebrity. and when I think about it, it's kinda sweet how we do that here, and so much more special than celebrity crushes. To be starstruck by someone when they're sharing their personal, more private self. You're famous to me for just being you.

Meanwhile Eddie is like it is only right that I suggest this, because I said it wasn’t weird and I can’t have Buck think I’m queerphobic. Any good friend would want their friend to feel better! That makes me feel better. That’s all, that’s the reason this feels so good, touching Buck like this! It’s because Buck’s relaxed and pain free! So what if I get to hold his dick to make that happen! That’s why I feel so relaxed and why my dick is getting hard: it’s just that I’ve made such a warm and comforting environment for Buck to relax in, that it’s rubbing off on me like I’m rubbing off on him

and of course this gives them ample opportunity for some dorky medical roleplay. eddie in his fancywaiter voice: 'mr buckley? the doctor will see you now.' proceeds to give buck a handy that is pretend-clinical for approx 0.5 seconds and then the rest of the time they're beathing heavily inches apart staring into each other's eyes until buck comes so hard he sees the face of god, and then afterwards eddie clears his throat and puts the fancy waiter voice back on and goes 'okay mr buckley, you'll need to uh, book a follow-up appointment with the receptionist'