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Megan talking about the reaction to W.A.P in her documentary

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wip wednesday friday

work-wise, today was my monday, lol. tagged this week by @dharmaavocado and @rcmclachlan and @adiprose and @trombonechurchill and @setmeatopthepyre. tagging all them and @beanarie @screamlet someone from the @cecilyv and @liminalmemories21 contingent @ambernotember @newtkelly and @apollabarnes.

this will, with any luck, be my final wip day of the week for this fic :) here’s some this be the verse:

It's loud enough that one of the aunts has paused her conversation and turned her head to look. "Jesus, Tommy," Buck says. 

"It's not that big of a deal," Tommy snaps, and Buck sees the exact second he catches himself and reels it in. He pulls back against his side of the door frame and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Sorry. I'm—sorry."

The thing about Tommy is he doesn't snap. He doesn't lose his temper, or treat Buck like an idiot, or tell him to get over things. He shirks; he flees; he turns tail and run, but he doesn't snap. He's got the most remarkably even keel that Buck has ever encountered in a person before. But there's something insidious inside this house, maybe inside this city, and it's got its hooks in Tommy, and at some point Buck can't help but think the fuse is going to have to blow. 

"I'm sorry," Tommy says again, looking miserable, and Buck hooks his thumb into Tommy's sleeve and pulls him back down the hall toward the thankfully-empty kitchen.

"Okay," Buck says, once they're alone. "I know this is really weird."

"It's worse than weird." Tommy tears himself away from Buck, gets his hands into his hair, starts pacing back and forth along the narrow kitchen, brushing against the peeling formica. The almost uncomfortably cheerful yellow cabinets are giving the whole room an ominous vibe. There's a wall clock hanging above the sink and all of the numbers have been replaced with songbirds. 

"It kind of feels like you're going crazy," Buck says. He doesn't mean it as a bad thing, or a knock against Tommy. He hopes Tommy understands.

Tommy's pacing picks up speed. "Of course I'm going fucking crazy! I'm at my dad's fucking wake, and I haven't seen him since fucking Bill Clinton was president, and it's a hundred and two fucking degrees outside, and I brought my fucking boyfriend with me, and nothing's fucking changed, and everything's fucking changed, and everybody keeps fucking apologizing to me, and—and—"

The hour hand on the clock hits the mourning dove and it sings out, hoo-oo-hoo, and Tommy claps his mouth shut. Hoo-oo-hoo, it sings again.

"Every fucking night," Tommy mutters. "That stupid fucking clock."

He leans over the kitchen island, fingertips pressed so hard into the surface that his knuckles are white. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is labored, and Buck takes one step as loudly as he can; when Tommy doesn't flinch or move away, he takes another, and then he closes the gap. He leans over Tommy, letting his broad weight push down into him, and he breathes first in tandem and then slows his inhales down, draws out his exhales, until finally Tommy's breathing relaxes.

"Oh," a voice says from the doorway, and Buck feels Tommy's blood pressure spike right back up. "Not in my kitchen—"

"We're not even doing anything, Mom," Tommy says to the counter.

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I'm sorry, I don't believe that anyone who has read regularly since childhood would still count Harry Potter as the best book they've ever read.

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One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was

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Brokeback Mountain 2005, dir. Ang Lee

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every day british actors wake up and think to themselves fuckkkkk i HAVE to help the incredibly bigoted woman make more money so she can funnel it into killing trans people i have to do it bro if i don't do it i will die

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wip wednesday

Tagged by @beanarie and @setmeatopthepyre yesterday, and by @freneticfloetry today.

A little bit from my angsty WIP.

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It had popped up in his inbox a few days after the procession. Evan, you have $500 to spend on DoorDash! He'd thought it was spam.

Baffled, he'd opened the email to find clipart of a dinner spread in the most eye-watering colors ever shown on a phone screen, followed by a small message that was almost meek in comparison despite that it seemed to take up all the space in his brain, and in the entire world.

I once asked Bobby why he was so set on family dinners. He said that sharing food with people you love fuels both the body and the soul. I hope this helps fill up your tank, so to speak, even for a little while.

Always, Tommy

Buck immediately spent $130 of it at their favorite Indian restaurant and then spent most of the night sobbing piteously into the lamb roganjosh.

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No pressure tags: everyone who tagged me, plus @leashybebes, @firehose118, @apollabarnes, @geddyqueer, @screamlet, @politenotice, @devirnis, and anyone else who has something they want to share! Consider yourself tagged (and please tag me so I can read it)

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do you check whether that person has a dni before interacting with a post?

always most of the time sometimes rarely never i never interact with posts (results)

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making a home: chapter 7

bucktommy | rated t | 7/8 chapter seven: taking stock

When Chimney became the A shift’s captain, it left an empty slot in their paramedic staff. Eddie is training to fill it—a formality more than anything—but he hasn’t taken his certification test yet. It leaves everyone else to help fill in the gaps in the meantime. 

Buck is sitting in the ambulance with Hen, checking off boxes on the clipboard while she does the bulk of the work taking inventory. In his defense, he’d tried to more meaningfully contribute, but she’d slapped his hand away when he tried to open the first drawer. Apparently she and Chimney had a system, which she will teach to Eddie once he passes muster, but there’s no reason for anyone else to get involved. She’d handed Buck the clipboard instead, declaring it to be the lesser of two evils. 

Buck doesn’t mind. He’ll never be a paramedic. He has no interest, no aptitude. He’d rather do the heavy lifting, the heroic maneuvers, and the engineering—hoisting a victim over his shoulder and bringing them to someone who knows how to handle the rest. He’s happy to perch on the gurney and chatter at Hen while she goes through drawers that she could rattle off the contents of with her eyes closed. 

“And for the backsplash, I’m just not sure if I want to really randomize the tiles or if I want to figure out some sort of repeating pattern that just looks random,” he says. “There are sixteen different individual tile designs so I could repeat a four-by-four pattern, but that’s also enough that if I just wanted to just randomize it I could probably get away with- what?” 

Buck cuts himself off when he sees the look that Hen is giving him. One eyebrow arched, half a smirk on her face, hand on her hip. 

“Nothing,” Hen says, throwing up her hands and opening the next drawer. “I just don’t think I’ve heard you say this many words all at once in a while.” 

read on ao3

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CAMERA ROLL TAG GAME

Rules: Share six random non-selfie pics from your camera roll

tagged by @liminalmemories21

Top left: the tyrant Molly on her throne about a week before the boyfriend took an axe to it and replaced it for her. She's still mad about this chair being gone

Top right: Refusing (and too broke) to buy Halloween decorations this year, I made myself promise to only repurpose things I have bought over the last two decades with the intention of turning them spooky and never following through. Shout out to Dollar Trees garden decorations and goauche paint for it's ability to make anything look distressed.

Middle left: I am both weak and strong because I was in Michaels in JULY looking at Halloween decorations. But I didn't get any! Be proud of me!

Middle right: This is the neediest cat I've ever met. She's still technically not my cat but her mom is only in town for three to five days every six weeks and she gets lonely so when I'm lounging outside she'll scratch at the door until I let her out. And if you make the mistake of leaving her outside when you walk in for a drink refill or a bathroom break she will make you pay for it. Mostly I took this picture to show off the fact that this clawed screaming animal with fangs lets me shave her every spring (she gets to keep her mane because it doesn't end up full of burrs like the rest of her does) when she won't let another human near her with even a brush.

Bottom left: These are flasks, and fit so perfectly into a buddy of mines aesthetic I had to take a pic for posterity.

Bottom right: This beach gave me a better relationship with my mother and grandmother, inadvertently fixed a bunch of my 'not an outdoor girl' sensory issues, AND gave me my first ever spring tan that didn't start with me accidentally burning myself lobster red. It's a good beach. A beautiful beach. Never mind the fact that thousands of jelly's washed up here for two days and further down the coastline that same week a whale beached and died.

tagging @devirnis @owlinaminor @rcmclachlan @cliophilyra @a-mel0n @geddyqueer

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No, I would not steal a car. However, if I had the ability to create a copy of someone's car that I could have for free while the other person retained their original car, I would definitely do that.

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setting up a tiny detail in one chapter to pay it off in the next few chapters feels sooo devious like oooh i can't wait to write the small little reference here that 70% of readers will miss but 30% of readers will cheer for

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Evan “Buck” Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan “Buck” Buckley & Maddie Buckley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Mutual Pining, The Love Is Requited They’re Just Idiots, Still, Las Vegas Wedding, some background madney Series: Part 2 of Want of Understanding Summary:

“So we like Eddie now?” Tommy asked, trying to cover how his heart was plummeting in terror so fast it was in danger of falling out of his asshole. Just Evan and a new recruit who hadn’t finished his probationary year fiddling around with a live grenade. Fucking hell.

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Blorbo Tag Game

without naming them, post (up to) 10 gifs of characters that altered your brain chemistry

tagged by the wonderful @devirnis

This was both easier and harder than I thought it was gonna be mostly because Tumblr just doesn't have a decent database of gifs OF WOMEN and I know WHY but I wish that wasn't the case

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Tagging @rcmclachlan @liminalmemories21 @cecilyv @owlinaminor and anyone else who wants to play!

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The Great Lakes and Saint Lawrence River superimposed on a map of Europe