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i love that the two things a good chunk of the fandom agreed on early into buck and tommy’s relationship was that (1) buck would definitely call tommy daddy in bed and (2) tommy’s packing and then both of these things became canon (more or less) in the most-beloved 710 dinner scene thanks to buck’s daddy issues coming to bay and the too-tight jeans tommy was wearing

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For some of us, this is the third time we’ve had to be part of the firewall to stop Trump (and the efforts failed the first time). It is impossible to describe what this election feels like. Please vote.

It’s also not just about the POTUS election. Democrats will need control of the House and Senate to enact good change, otherwise the GOP will be able to block and block and block. Please vote.

If you think because you live in a blue state your vote won’t impact things—I live in a blue state and there are some district elections that could potentially determine control of the House of Representatives. Please vote.

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I don't know who needs to hear this, but it has been a central Republican strategy in the final week before an election to claim that the polls are breaking their way, that a red wave is coming, that Republicans are engaging in victory tours at least since the presidential election of 2000. (That's when I stopped watching CNN regularly, as the network promoted this line despite the fact that Gore would go on to win the popular vote.)

Given that Republicans have, in fact, only won the popular vote once in this period (2004), this is a strategy, not a statement of fact.

Don't sweat the narrative. Vote. Turnout wins, not news stories.

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Voters in Iowa have the opportunity to do something very funny here.

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bucktommy fic recs - all completed (part five)

little by little by mediawhore - a missing scene of buck and tommy during and after the wedding in 8x05. this fic is one of the softest things i've ever read, i actually can't stop grinning every time i read it. a must read.

all the ghosts feel alright by milominderbinder - a different first meeting au where buck and tommy meet at a halloween party buck was dragged to against his will. this was so fucking cute. i want an endless supply of au meetings for these two bc reading about them meeting for the first time is one of my favourite things to do.

from the shallows to the deepest end by buckandtommy - another au where buck, who still thinks he's just an ally, signs up to grindr to find a fake boyfriend to take to this parents' anniversary party, tommy agrees to be his date. this was adorable, would 100% read again.

peanut butter by judymarch15 - buck comes home after a rough shift and every little thing starts to build up until he snaps, which leads to a small argument with tommy. this was so domestic and sweet, tommy's communication skills are unmatched. i love them so much.

fever's high with the lights down low by kirkaut - buck takes care of tommy after a long shift. romance, softness, smut, and a little bit of a daddy kink - which i don't normally like but this fic is so good it doesn't even matter - they're so in love, i actually can't handle it.

histocompatibility by rc_mclachlan - another different first meeting au, this time they meet in a bar where buck gets drunk and tells tommy his life story. tommy is smitten. this fic was so fucking sweet it made me wanna cry, another must read. i also highly recommend reading the other fics this author has written, their writing is so good.

a screw or two by aringofsalt - another grindr fic where buck still thinks he's just an ally. he uses the app to find a handyman when his sink suddenly breaks - enter tommy and queue the quickest sexuality speedrun ever. this is so cute, i love them.

dreaming out loud by breakaway71 - buck and tommy have the kid conversation. this is so sweet.

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911 8x04 sneak peek coda with buddietommy because my brain wouldn't let this go until I wrote it.

"Okay," Tommy lifts his hands placatingly. "Well, if we're going to talk curses, I'll need to be way more caffeinated. You want anything, Eddie?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Right," Tommy says. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Eddie's been flipping through the hospital-provided magazines in Buck's room for the better part of an hour, but his eyes flick up to catch the movement of Tommy leaning toward Buck.

He doesn't mean to watch, it's instinct that has him looking on. Nonetheless, he catches the way Buck shifts just a little as Tommy moves in, and feels a sympathy pang for the way Tommy changes course to pat a hand on Buck's shoulder rather than the kiss it had initially looked like he was going for.

Eddie quickly flicks his eyes back to the magazine, not wanting to let on that he'd seen.

He hears Tommy head back out into the hallway and sits up, turning his attention on Buck.

"What was that about?"

"What?" Buck asks, fiddling with the top sheet on his bed.

Eddie levels him with a look when Buck finally makes eye contact again. Really?

"It's nothing," Buck sighs eventually.

"Sorta felt like something," he counters.

Buck grimaces. "I don't know..." Then he finally caves. "I guess I just thought it might be weird."

"Weird? To... kiss your boyfriend?"

"Weird for you," he says, looking at Eddie out of the corner of his eye. You knew what I meant, goes unsaid.

"Buck," Eddie starts, uncrossing his legs and leaning closer to the bed so he's impossible to ignore. "I told you that you being with Tommy doesn't change anything, remember?"

"Yeah, I-I know but like it's different, knowing that we're dating and, like, seeing us make out or whatever."

A random, hot thrill strikes Eddie when the thought conjures up the image. He thinks of the way Tommy's hands must fit, sure and heavy, on Buck's jaw, his neck, as they kiss. He imagines the way Buck tilts his head back to let Tommy's tongue slide in deeper, moaning when the wet slide of it imitates something even dirtier.

"Make out, huh?" he manages weakly. "Didn't realize hospital beds got you going like that."

Buck flushes and rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."

"I do," Eddie says. "Look, Buck, it doesn't bother me, okay? You shouldn't do anything you're not comfortable with, but you don't have to hide this part of you for my sake. Not ever. Got it?"

Buck nods, looking relieved.

"Plus-" Eddie starts before he realizes what's about to pour out of his mouth. He snaps his mouth shut.

"Plus?" Buck prompts.

"Plus, I don't know... it's not like you guys are, like, hard on the eyes or anything." He's stammering. "I mean, it's not like a hardship, you know?"

Buck sits back wide-eyed. Shit. Eddie hadn't meant to make it weird, but it definitely was, right? That's probably not a normal thing to say to your best friend about him and your other best friend dating.

"You-?"

"Sorry." Buck cuts himself off at the sound of Tommy's voice, thank god.

"I had to wait for someone to track down the creamer, at least it's somewhat drinkable now." Tommy frowns at his coffee like it's insulted him just by existing.

Buck smiles at Tommy. He's shaken himself out of the state of shock he was in when Tommy walked back in, but he's got a glint in his eye that's making Eddie feel a little on edge.

"Can I have a taste?" he asks.

Tommy cocks a brow. "Sure."

But when he steps closer and holds out the paper cup, Buck bypasses it altogether. He grabs Tommy's hand, the free one, and pulls him down enough to get his other hand around the back of Tommy's neck.

Eddie couldn't look away if he tried. Tommy lets out a huff of surprise as their lips lock, a gasp as Buck deepens it immediately, licking in so fully that Eddie can see the movement from his chair. There's thick anticipation and intrigue simmering in his gut at the sight, but it's over all too quickly.

Tommy leans back, smiling and pecking Buck once more, before clearing his throat and looking over at Eddie a little sheepishly.

"Okay," he says, voice low, "what did I miss?"

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So I have had quite the week and could use a distraction. Would love it if people wanted to jump in my askbox with BuckTommy or BuddieTommy headcanons/prompts that I can respond to 😌

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Hannibal (2013-2015)

1x04 || 3x07

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Okay Americans I feel like some of you are losing the plot re: election day so I just thought I'd make this reminder: your job is to make sure the vile orange man loses, I want him humiliated, and then I hope he dies (having lost to a biracial woman)

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i think buck would love to just lie back and have tommy rub his cock and balls all over buck’s face

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Twitch is gonna start kinda censoring queer people and it would be really helpful if you could read the next few sentences and then also go to a link and click the word vote.

They're implementing a new rule where if you discuss "sensitive social issues" at all you have to flag your streams as such, these issues include things like war and political unrest but also any lgbtq topics (once again our existence is political).

Essentially a streamer will have to choose between never ever mentioning anything queer (or even just discussing their own life if they're queer themselves) or flagging every stream with "sensitive social issues" and scaring away 90% of viewers.

If you have a twitch account you can go here and log in and click vote. They do listen. Please vote.

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Reports are coming out that Harris is leading in Iowa.

So what does this mean for Iowa voters?

Iowa was red in 2020 and has historically been red. As someone who lives in AZ, a red state that is now a swing state, it is entirely possible to flip a state or at least make the Republican Party sweat. So if you are in Iowa and were considering not voting because “your vote won’t count in a red state anyways”, please get out and vote.

Obviously polls can be inaccurate, but how great would it be if we could flip a state that republicans considered an easy victory?

Iowa also allows same day in person registration!!! So if you are over 18 and a U.S. citizen who resides in Iowa it is not too late! Click here for info on voting in Iowa: https://voterready.iowa.gov/registertovote/

Link to article: https://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/news/politics/iowa-poll/2024/11/02/iowa-poll-kamala-harris-leads-donald-trump-2024-presidential-race/75354033007/

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reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

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my name on your lips

“Evan,” Tommy moans into Buck’s neck as he fucks him slowly. His breath is hot and wet; the humidity leaving the trace, the impression of Buck’s name lingering on his skin even after Tommy has stopped producing sound.

It’s so intimate that Buck is dizzy with it. Evan. No one calls him Evan. He didn’t think he wanted anyone to call him Evan anymore until the first time he heard the name fall from Tommy’s lips; effortlessly, delicately, with no baggage or scolding or expectations. From Tommy, his name sounds light; weightless. Just Evan, like it’s that simple. Just Evan, like it’s a nice thing to call someone.

Buck hears something high and whiny escape his throat as Tommy hits that spot inside of him just right. Tommy shivers and buries that handsome nose deeper into Buck’s neck like he can’t get close enough, like he’s found the spot he wants to nestle into forever.

“Evan,” Tommy moans again, and it sounds like music; like a melody written just for him, existing only to be reverently muffled into his skin like this.

Tommy doesn’t pick up his pace, doesn’t rush them towards the finish line. He keeps thrusting slowly, deeply; keeps pressing little kisses into Buck’s neck like he wants to savor this, savor him. Like Buck is something to be savored.

Tommy is all around him: face in his neck, arms wrapped under his back, body a welcome heavy weight on top of his own, hips thrusting and burying himself deep inside. Buck has his own arms tight around Tommy’s body, his own legs tight around Tommy’s hips. There’s no part of either of their bodies that isn’t clinging to the other.

Buck is completely engulfed by the warmth of the man above him, around him. More than desired, he feels wanted—he feels chosen. Buck has never been this enveloped by love before; love just for him. Something tender burns in his chest.

Tears run down his cheeks. This, here, is exactly the feeling he’s been searching for all his life, and Tommy gives it to him like it’s easy. Like it’s not too much to ask for.

Buck’s breath hitches in his throat. Tommy stills and lifts his head from its resting spot to check Buck’s face. Buck isn’t even embarrassed by the mess he must look like. Tommy has already seen everything else from Buck: jealousy, terror, boils, the staggering intimacy of having your world blown open in the matter of a moment. Let him see this, too. Let him see that he makes Buck feel so loved he’s physically overflowing with it. Let him see that he makes Buck feel like Evan; pure and precious and cared for. Simple. Easy.

“Evan?” Tommy asks, his eyes soft with concern. There’s a million questions hidden there, in the way he scans Buck’s face for discomfort and in the expressive tone he uses—are you okay, do you need a break, is this too much, do you need something else from me—but he only needs to say Buck’s name for him to hear all of them.

“Please don’t stop,” Buck whispers, tightening his arms around Tommy’s body. “I’ve just- I’ve never- I’ve never felt like…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence but Tommy nods anyway. He leans down for a kiss that’s as gentle and reverent as it is passionate; their lips pressing and pulling and gliding in a well-practiced dance that never gets less thrilling, less chest-achingly fulfilling. Buck feels like he could burst. He moans into it and feels Tommy smile as he pulls back.

“Neither have I,” Tommy says against his lips. “God, Evan, you have no idea.”

Tommy looks like he might start crying too. His eyes are half-lidded and shining, and he has a small, almost disbelieving smile on his lips, just like the soft one he wore the first time they kissed. No one has ever looked at Buck like this—like he’s the thing they’ve been missing all their lives and they’re so intensely grateful to have found him.

“Tommy,” Buck moans. He doesn’t know quite what he means by it, just that he needs Tommy to hear his own name said back to him with the amount of reverence he puts into Buck’s own.

Tommy hears it and starts slowly thrusting again. He kisses Buck—sipping at his lips like he can’t get enough, like nothing has ever tasted so sweet—and then tucks his head back into its spot against Buck’s neck.

“Evan,” he breathes, like a relief. He gently sucks a mark into Buck’s skin and licks over the claim so sweetly it sends shivers up Buck’s spine.

“Evan,” he sighs, and Buck has never felt so settled in his own body, in his own name, in his own identity.

“Evan,” he moans, and Buck hears You make me feel things I didn’t think people felt in real life.

“Tommy,” Buck gasps, spilling hot into the disappearing space between them and locking his muscles down around him. He can only hope that Tommy hears it all echoed back.

“Evan,” Tommy groans as he comes deep inside, and Buck thinks maybe he does.

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