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InkTober Day 19

Terry Pratchett

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i love hearing what lines from film/tv people quote with their family all the time because they’re always niche and forgettable to everyone but that specific family

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911 gif meme: [1/6] Characters - Karen Wilson

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americans. listen to me. you did this before, you can do it again. i don't doubt for a single second that'll be tough going and you're going to see the most damning diabolical shit from that orange man from day zero but don't let him win. fight for whatever you believe in and push back as much as possible. as samwise gamgee would say 'there is some good in this world, mr frodo, and it's worth fighting for"

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OKAY maybe i'm reading too much into it but knowing how the ep ends, the way sal looks at gerrard after he says that....... makes me wonder... makes me think sal doesn't think gerrard is up to the job (which i am inclined to believe going by the multiple reports against him) 👀👀👀👀

also when gerrard talks about how he's "worried" about "that poor son of a bitch who dies in a fire because you can't drag his ass out" and sal looks back at hen. idk he looks sad to me... like. did something happen before hen joined??

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It was a two hour drive to the town he grew up in, but he and Evan were going to make a weekend of it. Tommy was going to show him the house he was raised in, where he went to school, the path he rode his bike to get there.

He was going to point out the spot he had his first kiss; the moment he had the terrifying realization that he would be okay with never kissing a girl again.

He'd try to open up about his dad. About how he kicked Tommy out of the house once, when he was fifteen. Tommy spent a week sleeping in the park until a police officer picked him up and took him back home. Told his dad he if he did it again, he'd be going to prison for child neglect. That was a bad weekend.

They'd end the tour here. The place his mom resided. Her home for the last twenty-seven years. Evan was planning on bringing flowers. Pink roses were her favorite.

Instead, Tommy places the roses at her grave on his own. Cleans off the headstone, listens to the chimes clang together in a nearby tree, their steady rhythm not nearly as soothing as her voice once was. He sits at the bench just a few feet away from where she lay, puts his hands in his jacket pockets, and stares out at the trees gently swaying in the breeze.

He doesn't get to introduce Evan. Doesn't get to tell him about the way she smiled, or how she showed her love. He sits alone, just like all the other years. Still, he talks to her. Keeps her updated on his life. "I had a boyfriend for a while, Mom. A really good man. You would have loved him," he tells her. "I know I did."

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

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Buck likes the weather in LA.

Endless summers, mild winter months; what’s not to love? Sometimes he misses snow, or the way the air feels on a truly crisp autumn morning, but all in all he prefers warmth and sunshine.

But summer is only fun until a heat wave makes the city feel like everybody’s trapped under a glass dome and slowly going insane. 

Buck needs to get some sleep before his next shift, but the blackout curtains in Tommy’s bedroom don’t do much against the suffocating heat. The whole house feels like an oven at this point, and the best he managed so far was a short fifteen minute nap.

With a sigh he flops over and snuggles closer to Tommy, who immediately pushes him away.

“Too hot,” Tommy grumbles next to him in the dark.

“You’re too hot,” Buck counters. “I'm a cuddler; you didn’t have a problem with it until now.”

“It wasn’t 99 degrees until now. Just stay on your side of the bed, please.”

Buck tries to find a comfortable sleeping position and closes his eyes. It is too hot, and yet he almost itches to feel Tommy’s skin under his hands.

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When Buck wakes up again it’s barely ten minutes later, at least according to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Maybe it’s broken? He watches the bright green numbers change and silently counts along until the clock hits a new minute. Alright, so the clock isn’t the problem. 

Buck shifts onto his back, his skin prickling with sweat in the humid air. He’d love to get up and stand in front of the open freezer for a while, but he wouldn’t do that to Tommy’s energy bill. 

“We could go to the loft to sleep,” he suggests instead.

There's no immediate reply, and for a moment he wonders if Tommy actually managed to fall asleep.

But finally Tommy says: “You have high ceilings, huge windows and a tiny AC unit. I don’t think we need to drive all the way to the loft to check if it’s less hot over there.”

Buck pouts a little bit, even if Tommy can’t see it. “I rent my place. What's your excuse for not having better air conditioning?”

“It worked fine last summer. And I don't usually have a 220 pound guy trying to sleep on top of me during a heat wave.”

Tommy’s voice is light and teasing, but Buck can hear the truth underneath the words nonetheless. Neither of them is very comfortable in their own skin right now, and if Buck was a simple hook-up or a short-term boyfriend, Tommy wouldn’t want him in his bed right now Not after a long shift, and certainly not in this heat.

But here they are. The knowledge warms Buck in a very different way than the summer heat.

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“Sex usually helps me fall asleep,” Buck points out after he catches himself staring at the alarm clock again. He’s pretty sure the glowing numbers are mocking him.

Tommy chuckles. “Subtle. Very subtle.”

“It’s science. Do you need me to find you an article about brain chemistry and happy hormones?”

“No, thank you,” Tommy replies drily. “You know what else is science? We’ll sweat even more. The sheets will be disgusting, and we’ll have to get up and remake the bed, and by the time we’re done, all the ‘happy hormones’ will be gone.”

Buck sighs and snuffles closer to the middle of the bed so he can press his face against Tommy’s shoulder at least. “No snuggling, no sex, no science, no sweat… Do you hate everything that starts with the letter S now?” 

“You’re ridiculous.” Somehow Tommy makes the words sound warm and fond.

Neither of them is any closer to falling asleep.

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“Did you know the phrase ‘sweating like a pig’ is nonsense?” Buck asks. “Pigs don't sweat at all.”

“Lucky pigs,” Tommy replies and lets out a long yawn.

“They cool down by taking mud baths.”

Tommy nudges Buck’s calf with his foot. “If you rip out my basil to roll around in wet dirt you're sleeping on the porch.”

“At least I’d be sleeping. Totally worth it.”

For a moment both of them stay quiet, just resting next to each other until Tommy breaks the silence: “I guess we could just turn the basil into pesto.” 

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“I can't sleep when you're all the way over there,” Buck admits very quietly, just in case Tommy is finally asleep.

But Tommy laughs, low and soft. “How do you sleep when I'm not around?”

“Badly.” 

It’s not even a joke; Buck really likes sharing a bed with Tommy. Even now, despite being hot and uncomfortable, he wants to be closer, put his head on Tommy’s chest and let the sound of his heartbeat lull him to sleep.

“I sleep better with you too,” Tommy tells him. After a brief pause he adds: “When we’re actually sleeping.”

“We should do more of that,” Buck decides.

“What? Sleeping?”

Buck hums in confirmation. “Sleeping together.”

“Yeah, I’d like —” Tommy pauses mid-sentence when Buck plasters himself against his side. “Evan, we’ll stick together.”

“Sleep,” Buck mumbles.

Tommy sighs, but he pulls Buck firmly against him. “What am I going to do with you?”

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The next time Buck wakes up when his alarm buzzes. Tommy is fast asleep, curled around his back.

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I must have missed when they add it so PSA for people like me too. Those fuckers in Tumblr can even share your TAGS on reblogs to AI

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What if Tommy comes back and asks Buck if he was serious about wanting to be together instead of apart and when Buck says yes he was and is serious Tommy says okay I've thought a lot about this the past couple months and I think we should get married and live in my house because I cannot endure going on without you any longer

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You belong only half to yourself

chapter 3 is up

“Are you trying to use my issues to avoid talking about yours?” he asked back.

“Damn. How did you know?”

“It’s what I would do.”

“What you’re doing, you mean?”

Tommy tried not to wince at being caught out. Instead he just gave her a knowing look.

“You called me. Spill.”

Karen sighed dramatically. “Fine. It’s not even that bad, really, it’s just. I don’t know embarrassing? But I could really use another perspective and you pretty much already know everything.”

“You talked to Hen, then?”

She nodded. “We talked alright. Fought bit. She picked up that I’m having issues with Maddie and, well, she wouldn’t leave well enough alone so it all came out this morning.”

“And?”

“She’s mad at me for keeping things from her.”

Tommy nodded. That made sense.

“And she thinks I’m being, I don’t know. To me it sounded like she was saying I’m being unfair, because it’s not Maddie’s fault. Which I know. I know that. She might not have meant it that way. Anyway, she suggested therapy. Maybe couples counselling.”

“That doesn’t sound to bad,” Tommy said tentatively, deciding not to comment on what Hen might or might not have said.

“I know,” Karen groaned. “It’s incredibly sensible. It’s just. Embarrassing. You guys go through so much all the time. Hen was kidnapped by a psychopath who made her watch him kill and resuscitate her best friend, you were a gay soldier under DADT, and I can’t handle a straight woman getting pregnant.”

“Okay one, that’s a story I haven’t heard yet, and two, you know there’s more to it than just Maddie’s pregnancy.”

She sighed. “Yeah. I know.”

"You like Maddie though, right? When she isn’t pregnant, I mean."

Karen chuckled. "Yeah, I like her. Have you met her? She’s ridiculously sweet."

"So if these issues make you like her less and they’re affecting your marriage with the woman you love – maybe it’s worth doing something about it then."

Karen sighed. “God, you are so annoying when you’re all reasonable." She took a deep breath. "I don't know if we can afford the flying lessons on top of therapy though, especially if we’re doing couple’s counselling as well.”

Tommy gave her a look. “I think your mental health is a little more important than flying helicopters.”

“But I like flying helicopters,” she whined.

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“no matter how badly you think you’re doing it, someone else has done it a lot worse and been fine” is applicable to a wide, wide range of things and i say it to myself all the time

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What if Tommy comes back and asks Buck if he was serious about wanting to be together instead of apart and when Buck says yes he was and is serious Tommy says okay I've thought a lot about this the past couple months and I think we should get married and live in my house because I cannot endure going on without you any longer

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RAFAEL SILVA 🦋

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So one thing that bothers me about Tommy being potentially written out of the show that isn't shipping related is the missed opportunity of a 'Side Gays' scene/one off story line.

I'm picturing Tommy, Karen and Josh going out to a gay bar, Hen and Buck aren't there because they're working. Josh is whining about not having a boyfriend, so Tommy and Karen decide to be his wingmen.

Shenanigans ensue because every attempt to get Josh a date backfires spectacularly, from Tommy not recognizing a former hook up, to Karen's attempts at hyping Josh up repelling every guy she talks to instead.

The whole thing ends with Josh telling them it's okay, turning too fast and running into a cute guy, resulting in Josh's very nice shirt getting stained with what he recognizes to be his favorite cocktail. He and Cute Guy flirt a little, and he gives Josh his number. So he can pay for the shirt cleaning of course. No other reason at all.

Camera cut to Tommy and Karen, who look absolutely baffled by what just happened; maybe one of them gets to say a cut off "What the fu-" as the scene cuts.

I really just want more moments of the queers being queers, if that makes sense, and Josh desperately needs to escape the "Maddie's Gay Bestie" niche anyway.