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“I am looking respectfully” “im so normal about this” can you bark actually? Can you hit yourself over the head w a frying pan like a cartoon wolf? Can you look at it derangedly please?

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I do not care about any one else reactions about what’s going on other than Karen. Karen better be in next weeks episode. Karen who was a friend of Chim, Karen who was set up with Hen by Chim. Karen who has not only her wife but her friend in there. Karen who has Chim and Maddie watch their daughter when they couldn’t. Karen who stuck by Hen through everything. If we deserve to see any one outside of who is on scene it’s fucking Karen. I want to see Karen process everything.

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just saw this and thought it might be of interest to people here! the criterion channel is streaming selected free, no subscription required nightly movie screenings today through the 14th, including vintage favorites like 8 1/2, black narcissus, rashomon and others: criterionchannel.com/free-movie-week

criterion channel admin who might read this blog please come over so i can ksis you on the mouth

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*to my doctor after getting laser eye surgery* so how do i shoot them

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"When a prison camp opens in your town…when a DREAMer is disappeared from your classroom…when the President destroys what’s left of the Constitution…They will all say they didn’t know this was coming. And I want the American people to know that they did.” AOC

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everywhere I go people are asking me for my email. my email is in high demand. it's rare for me to visit a website without someone getting on their hands and knees, begging me for my email

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Tags: MCD (based off of spoilers), hurt/comfort. Just some Tommy comforting Evan in the direct aftermath of losing Bobby.

They didn't have time to talk about what they were, or what they wanted to be. There was too much going on, danger all around them, federal agents and military personnel willing to shoot them out of the sky.

There was a moment, briefly, where Buck cleared his throat and said, "I know now's not the time, but I- I wasn't saying I didn't have feelings for, um, for you... Just thought you should know that." Tommy had nodded, but didn't have time to respond. He was a little busy evading the law.

And then Bobby. Bobby didn't make it out of the building with everyone else. Bobby came out later, in a body bag, with Buck still screaming and sobbing and begging for it to be a dream.

Please don't be real!

Please don't be real!

They were there for hours, government officials each wanting a turn to speak with them-- yell at them. Buck's screams died down, his voice shot.

Finally, someone had mercy. Saw the vacant stare in Buck's eyes and told them to go home, get some rest, they'd set up a meeting sometime in the next couple of weeks.

Tommy ordered an Uber. He buckled Buck in once they'd gotten situated in the back seat. He didn't keep his eyes off of Buck for more than a few seconds the entire drive. When he noticed his hands shaking, fingers picking at the skin around his nails, Tommy reached over and intertwined their hands.

Buck didn't say anything. Tommy wasn't even sure he noticed. But the shaking died down, and the picking stopped. They made it to Buck's place without speaking a word.

Tommy guided Buck to the door. He hoped the spare key that Eddie kept under a fake rock was still there. He left Buck at the door long enough to look for it, sighing in relief when he found it.

He led them inside and closed the door behind him.

Buck stood, unmoving, in the living room.

Carefully, Tommy placed a hand at the small of his back, "Evan?"

No response.

"Baby?" The pet name came out before he could stop himself.

Buck blinked. "Huh?" he breathed out, showing the first signs of being alert since Bobby was taken away.

"You want something to eat or drink?" Tommy asked. "I know it's been a while."

Buck shook his head. "N- No. I... no."

"Okay. You want to sit on the couch? Or go lay down?"

"I, um, I-" Buck brought a hand to his chest. "I don't-"

"Okay, okay," Tommy soothed, hand rubbing up and down his back. "Whatever you need, Evan. Whatever you need."

"I don't, um, I haven't-" he paused, glancing down at his clothes. "I'm dirty. I- I need to, um, I... shower, I think."

Tommy nodded. "Okay. Let's go to the bathroom, I'll get the water started."

When they got into the bathroom, Tommy turned on the shower before returning his attention to Buck, who was simply standing there, making no effort to get undressed.

"Um, Evan, I'm gonna go get you some clean clothes, okay? I'll just lay them on the counter, then I'll wait for you to get done."

He went to leave, but as he walked by, Buck grabbed onto his wrist. Tommy froze.

"Evan?"

"Tommy."

One word, that was it, but it told Tommy everything he needed to know. "You want me to stay?"

A nod.

So Tommy stayed. He helped Buck out of his clothes, then stripped himself down so he could help him in the shower. Once they were in, he got behind Buck and grabbed the shampoo. He washed Buck's hair gently, rinsing all the dirt and sweat out from the day. He moved onto his body after that, making sure he was all clean.

He wiped over Buck's face last, and as he stared into Buck's eyes he wished more than anything that he could hug and kiss the pain away.

Instead, he made sure to wipe the dirt out of his eyebrows and off his eyelids. He cleaned around his ears, and over his nose. Brushed over his chapped lips, and chin. Then did a final scrub over his neck.

"All done," he said softly, turning off the water. He stepped out first, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around himself before getting another one for Buck. He helped Buck out of the tub, drying him off before leading him to the bedroom.

He noticed Buck shiver as he walked to the closet, so he chose a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie for him to wear. But first, he pulled on a t-shirt and an extra pair of sweats, knowing Buck wouldn't mind if he borrowed from him for now.

Buck held onto Tommy's shoulder as he stepped into the pants, then Tommy guided them up his legs until they rested on his hips.

It wasn't until Tommy pulled the hoodie over his head that Buck spoke again.

"I don't, um, I don't remember getting home."

"We took an Uber," Tommy reminded him, pulling his arm through the first sleeve.

"I- My Jeep-"

"We can pick it up tomorrow," Tommy replied, getting his hoodie the rest of the way on, "or the next day. Whenever."

Buck stared at Tommy, wide and teary-eyed. His lip trembled. "I'm su- supposed to be on shift still."

"The 118 was taken offline for the rest of today." Tommy brought his hands up to Buck's face, wiping away a couple stray tears as they fell down his cheeks. "You finished your shift, Evan."

"Oh." He gaze shifted until he was vacantly staring at the wall just past Tommy's head.

"Evan, why don't you lie down for a little bit," Tommy suggested, already taking his hand and walking him to the bed. He slung the covers back, then tucked them around him once Buck laid down. "I'm gonna get you some water, okay?"

"'Kay."

Only two minutes had passed when Tommy came back into the room, and Buck was turned on his side, staring at nothing, with tears dripping down his eyes and over his nose.

"Can you sit up for a second?" Tommy asked, keeping his tone low. "I brought you some ibuprofen too."

Buck pulled himself up and took the pills without argument, drinking down half the glass of water with them. He placed the cup on the nightstand and, just as Tommy was about to ask if he'd like for him to go, Buck reached over and tossed back the covers on the other side of the bed.

A silent invitation.

Tommy walked around the bed and climbed in. Buck didn't hesitate to meet him in the center. He gripped onto Tommy's shirt and rested his head on Tommy's chest. "Please, just... just stay, Tommy," he whimpered, his voice breaking. He sniffed, and Tommy could feel tears already soaking through his shirt. "I know I... but, I- I can't lose you too, not- not again. Not... please, not now. I-"

Tommy wrapped Buck up in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm here, Evan," he assured him. "I'm not going anywhere."

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tfw "popular" fanon becomes so embedded in a fandom & discussions within fandom spaces that people just start treating it as the default and all interactions with others are coloured by this interpretation. have you considered that I actually don't subscribe to this take, which is nowhere in the source material? wait nvm, clearly not.

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Please please please don't click those phishing texts

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Inspired by this post from @epiphainie

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bad news for chocolate lovers: amid massive corporate downsizing, Lindt has had to euthanize 2,000 of its handsome european chocolate chefs . an additional 1,300 will be thrown out in the cold with nothing but their stupid Fucking whisks

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sorry to be a hater but every time I see someone describe buck and eddie's friendship as codependent -- even ppl who don't ship them but are just justifying them being 'so close' -- I'm like where. we have seen them hang out, like friends do. we have seen buck babysit eddies kid, like friends do. we have seen them help each other when theyre struggling, like friends do. but i cannot think of a single time they have like, refused to do something without each other. experienced a big life moment and immediately run to tell the other one. spent an obsessive amount of time together in a row. yall i think they might just be normal friends

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