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prompt from anon ↪ How about,,,, Tommy pinning Buck to a wall while he's also carrying him 🤭🫣

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tommy in the cuck chair watching buck moan out, “captain deluca,” while sal rails him into the mattress. send post.

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i’m working on a play about 65-year-old lesbians, and my dramaturg is an older gay man who has been helping me with historical context and research, and also just in general giving me advice based on his own personal experiences.

fav thing he told me so far, said with a lot of love: “dyke drama was specific. it was always so specific. it was precise and narrowed and pointed. and also so dumb.”

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it's really important to me that buck calls tommy in a moment of serious subdrop and tommy comes over in the middle of the night to take care of him

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intimacy🤍

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BUCKTOMMY + "Coffee" by Chappell Roan for @buckhastwohands

commissions are open 🧡

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Taylor Swift performs ''Long Live x New Year's Day x The Manuscript'' mashup tonight as the second surprise song on piano at The Eras Tour for the LAST show in Vancouver, Night 3! 🎹 (December 8, 2024)

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Animal shifting AU anyone? (A setting in which animal shifting is possible, not the most common trait though, possibly witchy setting? No idea, it‘s 3:38am).

Evan is a dog shifter. He‘s done it ever since he was a little kid. It’s a comfort thing, really: when his parents are mad at him, disappointed in him, he shifts. When he’s done something stupid, he shifts. When Maddie starts dating Doug and he can see something is wrong but no one is listening to him and he doesn’t know how to deal with the emotions, he shifts. It’s only for a couple minutes at a time, but as he gets older, he does it more often. It’s his escape. His school grades get worse because instead of attending class and preparing for tests, he shifts and chases squirrels through the community park.

And then Maddie keeps dating Doug, moves in with him, leaving Evan alone with his parents and their disappointment and Evan can’t, he can’t stand it.

So he leaves.

It’s easier to travel when he’s shifted, less human needs to tend to, less questions asked. And it makes him feel free, four strong legs, scruffy fur. He roams all over the East coast. He finds a farm in Montana and spends a summer hearding sheep. The farmer is smitten enough with him to build him a proper dog house and give him a personalised collar and calls him Buck. He doesn’t shift back for the whole summer.

He makes his way south, riding shotgun with his head stuck out the window of a large truck, tongue lolling in the wind, and at night makes sure the lady driving the truck is save from unwanted advances, growling at anyone who nears the truck’s cabin. And he doesn’t shift back for the rest of the year.

He loses himself in his dog shape, becoming one of the tales of people who shifted too long, who forgot who they were before.

He’s Buck, now, a big straggly dog roaming around a small touristy town in South America, living off scrabs and the goodwill of the American bartender running a joint near a beach.

When the dog rescue picks him up months later he doesn’t really know what is going on at first, being put in a transport box and then a plane and then a kennel. Everyone is speaking English around him again, not the languages he heard in the South. And for the first time in months, years? Buck feels the need to communicate, the distant wish to change, turn back, advocate for himself, but it’s a fleeting thought he can’t grasp, doesn’t really know what to shift into. So he spends weeks in a pet shelter instead, lying on the tiled floor with his head on his paws, looking at the people walking past because he’s too big, too old, not a puppy, not instagramy enough.

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It’s Tommy’s therapist’s suggestion he go volunteer at the pet shelter.

It’s been months now since he turned his life upside down in a desperate bid for authenticity, in an uphill battle that he had to fight for fear of where not facing himself would lead him to (the bottom of a bottle, the angry isolation of the types like Gerrard, the violent loneliness of a man stuck with a family he hated of the types like his father). It’s his therapist’s suggestion to practice being kind to himself by being kind, caring for, pets who don’t have anyone in their lives. It’s a suggestion he dismisses as stupid at first but which’s implications has him lie awake at night and stare at the ceiling with his eyes burning and his chest tight.

So he signs up as a dog walker, volunteering on his days off and… it’s surprisingly nice, ok? The dogs don’t need him to talk, to explain himself, they’re just happy someone is there to spend time with them. And Tommy is a big guy, he can handle the dogs the old ladies and school kids don’t dare go near, doesn’t mind being handed the louder dogs or the ugly ones, develops enough confidence to start help training the more aggressive ones too in a bid to resocialise them, give them a second chance in a world where humans failed them.

He doesn’t even really notice Buck at first. The dog is big, but not loud like the others, seems almost catatonic at times the way he just lies in his kennel, watching people drift by. The first time Tommy opens the door to his kennel, he doesn’t even move, just stares up at him through big, blue eyes. Tommy sits with him for two hours that day until his own butt goes numb on the hard floor, getting him used to his voice and the careful touch of his fingers in his fur, scratching his ears. When Tommy comes back for him two days later, there’s almost a disbelief in the way Buck stares at him, like he expects Tommy to close the kennel door again, move to the one next to him. He nuzzles Tommy’s hand carefully for the first time that day. It breaks Tommy’s heart a little and for the first time he considers adopting one of the dogs, not just walking them, spending time with them at the shelter.

It takes a couple of weeks of deliberation, of planning (how long could a dog be by himself? What to do with him when Tommy has a 24h, would it be ok to take him along to Harbor?) , but then the day comes Tommy clips a brand new collar around Buck’s neck and a leash to it, scoops up Buck’s ratty blanket and the few toys accumulated in his kennel over the months, and takes him home. Buck seems confused at first, carefully nosing around his new surroundings and then curling up in the big dog bed in Tommy’s living room where he dropped the blanket and toys that carry Buck’s familiar scent from the shelter, staring at Tommy with big eyes like he’s waiting for Tommy to grab the leash again and take him back.

It’s about four weeks later: Tommy doesn’t regret adopting Buck even a minute. It’s nice to have someone in the house with him, Buck blossoms the first time Tommy takes him out on a hike, and it only takes two shifts for Buck to become the Harbor Hangar Mascot (Lucy already says she’ll make an employee of the month sign with Buck’s picture). Buck has become more lively, more touchy too, following Tommy closely, curling up on his legs on the couch in the evenings, coming over for treats or pets when Tommy is working on things around the house.

And then one morning Tommy wakes up early to go for a run before his shift starts. He puts on his workout clothes, grabs the leash to get Buck to come along, enters the living room…

There’s a large, handsome guy sprawled out on Tommy’s couch, stark naked.

“What the fuck?!” Tommy exclaims, dropping the leash. His shout and the clatter of the leash, startle the guy awake, long limbs flailing uncoordinatedly as he yelps, looks just as confused out of big blue eyes that for a flash seems so familiar, and then he rolls off the couch, big furry paws hitting the hardwood floor, slinking away quickly into the laundry room.

Tommy stares. “What. The fuck?”

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the hiatus is getting to me😔

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And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat

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9-1-1 -> 7x4 ❝ buck, bothered and bewildered ❞

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I'll be like one of your girls or your homie.

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Hi Jay! <3

Bucktommy holiday angst fic

“If you can’t tell when someone actually wants you to stop, then maybe you should –” “Tommy?” Tommy and the stranger both turn their eyes to Buck. He gets shakily to his feet, brushing the dirt off his knees. “What are you doing here?” Buck asks. His voice is wrecked, and Tommy’s anger spikes again. “You know this guy?” the other man demands. Buck doesn’t even look at him, just keeps staring at Tommy. “You could say that.” Tommy can’t look away either.

Secret buddietommy Buck whump fic (good lord, I need a better working title for this one)

Eddie shoves past Bobby, feeling like he’s moving through molasses as he approaches the Jeep. He can hear the others shouting behind him but it’s just a buzz of incoherent sounds. The driver is slumped over the Jeep’s steering wheel, his head turned away, but Eddie doesn’t need to see his face to know.  It’s Buck. There are smears of blood all over the white fabric of the airbag. Eddie rips off one of his gloves and reaches his hand through the broken window, pressing his trembling fingers to the underside of Buck’s jaw. It’s as though Eddie’s own heart stops beating until he feels the gentle thump of Buck’s pulse beneath his fingertips. “I’ve got a pulse!” he shouts. Hen and Chim are suddenly at his side. Chim yanks on the crumpled driver’s side door a couple times, swearing violently as it refuses to budge.

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buck and tommy “after dark”

companion piece to this

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inspired by this post 💀