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if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

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djotroit

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some pics of djo you haven’t seen before bc i took them

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OH. MY. GOD.

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my cutesy :(

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djo via poonehghana

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07.07 ― "You'll Never Ever Get a Chicken in Your Whole Entire Life" SHAMELESS

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MICKEY MILKOVICH 4.11 ― "Emily"

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I need to talk about him being on his knees like this. Please.

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djo a bossy dom

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via caprisun98

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jealous!tommy + date night - if tommy hadn't ran away after 8x11 and they'd talked (some) of it out.

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Evan was FaceTiming with Eddie. 

Eddie had called, and Tommy had taken over whisking the white wine butter sauce so Evan could answer. He hadn’t said anything. Hadn’t reacted. Eyes on the pot.

Chris was auditioning for a part in a school play, and Eddie was telling Evan all about it. Rambling, really. He was nervous, and understandably so. It was a big deal for any parent. Evan was, of course, full of sweet reassurance and advice for him.

Tommy could’ve waited for their conversation to finish. He could’ve stayed out of the way, minded his own, or busied himself cleaning up the kitchen. The food would stay warm on the stove. It was fine.

…Except it wasn’t really fine. 

This was their night. Not best friend night.

Tommy put the whisk down on the spoon rest. He tried not to feel like the world’s most insecure manchild as he reached a decision.

He came up behind Evan and wrapped his arms around him. “Sorry to interrupt,” he lied, hooking his chin over Evan’s shoulder and speaking close to Evan’s ear. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh.” Evan made a small sound and huffed a half-laugh. He didn’t shoo Tommy away like Tommy thought he might, didn’t say I’ll be there in a minute. Instead, he leaned back against Tommy’s chest, letting Tommy take some of his weight. “Thanks, babe.”

Tommy smiled. Babe. Well, he’d take that.

Eddie pulled back from the camera. Squinted. “Hey, Tommy! Didn’t know you were there.”

Uh-huh.

Eddie smiled at him. Things weren’t great between them, and it showed in the thinness of his lips, but they were making an effort. For Evan, if not for themselves.

“Diaz,” Tommy acknowledged. The last name thing was a bit petty, he’d admit. His hand splayed, warm and possessive, over Evan’s stomach. Evan’s stomach muscles jumped, his cheeks turning pink on screen. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise.”

It was good to see Eddie. They had been friends. It stung not to be anymore, though Tommy had understood why he’d been ghosted. Tommy wanted to get back to their early camaraderie, eventually. He just wanted Evan to himself tonight more than he wanted that, that selfish beast rearing its ugly head again.

“Tommy and I made ravioli,” Evan explained, angling his phone towards the dirty pasta maker on the counter behind them, the mixing bowl and the open bag of semolina flour. 

The bag was still on its side, some of it spilled. They had knocked it over while fooling around. Tommy had lifted Evan onto the counter to kiss him stupid after he’d made a bratty remark about Tommy’s dough handling skills (“I can handle you, though.”).

The table set for two was also visible in the background. There was wine. Tommy had lit candles.

“Homemade pasta? Sounds great,” Eddie said. He looked a little envious. Tommy bet he missed Evan’s cooking. Now that Evan wasn’t at his Buck and call, he had to cook for himself or go to his parents’. “Chris and I ordered a pizza.” 

“Nice,” Tommy said, not unkindly. He didn’t say anything else.

Neither did Evan.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, scratching the back of his neck. “Anyway, I’ll let you two get back to your date. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Tommy wondered if that was the truth, but tried not to let his mind wander further down that path. Making an effort, he reminded himself.

“Call me tomorrow? I wanna hear how Chris’ audition went. And tell him we’re rooting for him,” Evan said, complete with grin and dorky fist pump.

“Of course,” Eddie said.

It eased something in Tommy that Evan didn’t assure Eddie he wasn’t intruding. It was their date. His hands moved to Evan’s hips and squeezed. He gave in to that beast again and made eye contact with Eddie as he kissed Evan’s jaw. Staking his claim. 

He let go and went to the stove to serve them, setting their plates on the table and turning on some soft music just as Evan stuttered a goodbye to Eddie.

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lonesome is a state of mind

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djotime: tour continues

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djo via miglovin

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE KEERY! • April 24th 1992

( credit + inspo: 1 & 2 )

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i love my baby