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sorry im late i sat on my bed in a towel for 45 minutes staring at the wall

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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It had to be done lmao

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never clocked bobby's reaction here lmaoooo

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the power of boop really does bring us all together. i don't know who half of you people in my notfis are. i would die for you

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Trick question, all of the above

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Just know if i see the *boop* button on your page, i will be spamming that button a few times. I may not know you or follow you, but ya getting booped

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Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

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Some new kind of scam? It’s giving scam but I also don’t really understand how it’s a scam?? but it’s 100% a scam yeah?

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My wife (Eddie Diaz) is a bitch and I like her so much 💗

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harbor hearing about a dead body accidentally being brought into station 118 and tommy just (head in hands) because he Knows. that was his boy

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just a man and his Ring Pop 🍭

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There's no "straight" way to eat a Ring Pop but Eddie "Homotron 5000" Diaz managed to somehow choose the queerest way.

Cheeks hollowed...

Hand curled in a light fist...

Big, brown, beautiful cow eyes looking up through his lashes...

Buck needs to start getting serious -

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8x05 sneak peek! link

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just a guy and his emotional support puppet that suspiciously looks like his best friend

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ngl i’ve been amused about this for the better part of twenty four hours so you just know i had to draw something for it! happy early halloween! 🎃💕

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TRIGGER WARNING: DRUGS, RELAPSE, SELF HARM, VOMITING, SELF DEPRECATION

Hiii! This is a snippet of a story I'm working on. It contains very triggering topics, so read at your own risk. I'm not an amazing writer, so I'm sorry if it is not good. I'm always looking for helpful feedback on how to improve. Feel free to give me some if you have any. Just be respectful. If you'd like to be tagged when i post these in the future, let me know!! I hope you like it.

It had been a long fucking week. It was bad call after bad call, calls that hurt deep down even if no lives were lost. There were suicide calls, domestic and child abuse calls, calls that touched dark spots in Buck's past he longed to forget. 

God did he want to forget. 

He wanted to forget the deep aches in his chest as he lay in bed each night, reliving these experiences that brought him graphic nightmares. It was yet again another one of those nights. Buck was sitting up in bed rocking back and forth, begging the screaming, replaying in his head to stop. He just wanted it to stop. He needed it to stop. 

Logically, he knew he should call someone, Bobby, Hen, Eddie, hell even Chimney would answer. Chimney barely answers his phone. He knew they'd listen and be there for him. He knew they’d help him. Even if he didn’t tell them the full story. Even if he didn’t tell them, the real reason he wanted them to stay on the phone was so he didn’t relapse. He knew he needed help, but he didn’t want to bother anyone. It was late, and they all had their own families to worry about. They didn’t need him butting in. So he powered off his phone and let his thoughts consume him. 

He laid in bed and stared at his ceiling. He balled his fists up and dug his nails into his palms.