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bucktommy fluffebruary day 23

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「 pillow talk 」

yapper buck x eepy tommy <3

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Bucktommy Fluffebruary day 23

Shared hobbies

That Buck would thrive on Tommy’s trivia team had never been the question. He had anticipated getting invited for nearly a month before Tommy had finally taken him along. And after the first round Buck hadn’t even been the only one complaining that Tommy had taken so long to bring him. A month later Karen joined them and Eddie gracefully bowed out, not only because the team got too big, but it also got way too competitive for his taste.

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@taste-thewaste tagged me for a SENTENCE SUNDAY! Thank you, dear, I haven't done one of these in ages.

I'm pretty busy with the Bucktommy Fluffebruary prompts atm, but I also started a Tarlos multichapter AU that I'm really excited about.

TK Strand arrived at the station about ten minutes after Iris and Carlos had gotten back. "I was hoping to speak to Detective Reyes," he said with a flutter of his eylashes. "Is he in?" "He could be very busy," she replied demurely. "After all he has a murder to solve." TK’s eyes widened. "So it is a murder? Is that official now?"

No pressure tagging @meraki-yao, @luainthewild, @aesthetictarlos

@leashybebes, @exhaustedpirate; @quintessenceofdust88

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Obacht! Wenn ihr Wahlbeobachter sein wollt bei der kommenden Bundestagswahl, dann lest euch diesen Artikel durch. Nein der gibt euch keine Tipps, was ihr als solcher zu machen habt. Die Tipps findet auf der Webseite der Bundeswahlleiterin: https://www.bundeswahlleiterin.de/service/glossar/w/wahlbeobachtung.html

In dem oben genannten Artikel geht es um Störungen bei vergangenen Wahlen während der Auszählung, die v.a. von AfD-Leuten ausging. Im Artikel wird auch erwähnt, dass die AfD einen Verin gegründet hat, der WABEO heißt, und der Leuten, die für die AfD Wahlbeobachter werden wollen Formulare gibt, in denen sie das Auszählungsergebnis festhalten:

Ferner hat die AfD an sich auch noch ein Dokument erstellt, in dem sie angehnden AfD-Wahlbeobachtern Tipps gegeben werden, was man als Wahlbeobachter darf.

Das Problem daran ist, wie ihr in dem oben verlinkten Artikel nach lesen könnt, ist, dass diese Tipps weit über die eigentlichen Befugnisse von Wahlbeobachtern gehen. Die AfD suggeriert, dass u.a. die Wahlbeobachtung organisiert sein muss, statt, wie es ja eigentlich laut Gesetzelage der Fall ist, dass jeder der die Wahl beobachten will, einfach unangemeldet ins Wahllokal kommt, und dann still das geschehen beobachtet. Die AfD suggeriert hingegen, dass Wahlbeobachter ein Recht hätten alle Unterlagen zu sichten, und auch Dokumente abzufotografieren. Das stimmt nicht! In den, im Artikel geschilderten Fällen wurde zuweilen auch die Polizei gerufen, um die AfDler zu Ordnung zu rufen, bzw. aus dem Wahllokal zu entfernen.

Worauf ich hinaus will: Die AfD wird solche Vorfälle auch bei dieser Wahl versuchen zu provozieren. Und wenn der örtliche Wahlvorstand sich dann gewzungen sieht, die Polizei zu rufen um sie des Raumes zu verweisen, werden sie versuchen es v.a. in SocialMedia so darzustellen, dass AfDler aktive daran gehindert wurden die Wahl zu beobachten, und daraus dann den Vorwurf konstruieren, dass die Wahl manipuliert wurde!

Die Bundeswahlleiterin hat eine Handreichung zum Umgang mit Wahlbeobachtern auf ihrer Webseite, oben schon verlinkt:

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Lest es euch durch, teilt es mit den Leuten um euch herum, dass sie nach der Wahl nicht auf das fake rumgeheule der AfD hereinfallen. Was noch zu bachten gilt: DIESE "PARTEI" WIRD VON MUSK UNTERSTÜZT! MACHT EUCH DARAUF GEFASST, DASS ER AUF TWITTER EBENFALLS VERSUCHEN WIRD DIE WAHLERGEBNISSE ALS MANIPULIERT DAR ZUSTELLEN!

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Fandom Trumps Hate 2025

Well, folks, I'm doing the scary thing.

I'm participating in @fandomtrumpshate this year!! 🫣

My auction:

Word Count: 5k-10k (tho I reserve the right to go over if a prompt gets away from me) Pairing: Firstprince Tropes: Fake dating, childhood friends-to-lovers, forced proximity (these are just suggestions bc I haven't written them yet, but I'm open to almost anything!) Notes: Open to smut (obvi) and any prompt you want to send in! If you have any questions at all about what I will/will not write, please DM me either here, on Bsky, or on Discord (same username) and I'd be happy to answer. I can't wait to collaborate with you!! Bidding: Starts at $5

Event Info:

Browsing begins: Feb. 21

Bidding opens: Feb 25, 8pm EST

Bidding closes: March 1, 8pm EST

Thank you in advance to everyone who bids on these auctions, I can't wait to see how much money we raise this year. 💕

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Loving all the post going around atm of tumblr discovering prototype semantics 😂

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I'm doing another alternate prompt for BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Twenty-Two: Showering Together. Somehow, there's no porn. Who am I? The rock hyrax named Wilson does exist, you can see him here. The southern hairy-nosed wombat also do look sad all the time, as you can see here. Tommy is singing "I Love You Always Forever" by Donna Lewis. Badly. Bless him. You can read this on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck pulls up to Tommy's house just as he receives a text from his boyfriend.

Tommy 💕 I'm hopping in the shower, go ahead and let yourself in.

He smiles as he gets out of his Jeep, rubbing his thumb over the key Tommy had given him. They'd given each other keys on what was coincidentally their second three month anniversary, but he hadn't had a reason to use his yet.

Putting it in the lock and turning it, he feels a little like Tommy should be there to commemorate the moment, but then why would Buck need his own key? When he pushes open the door, it sends a happy little thrill down his spine.

“Babe?” he calls, just in case Tommy hasn't gotten into the shower yet. When he toes off his shoes and puts them on the rack, he listens and hears something kind of…strange?

Worried for a moment, he drops his bag by the door and makes his way back toward the master bedroom. By the time he reaches the doorway, he can clearly hear that Tommy is singing in a terrible falsetto to some song that sounds familiar but Buck would never be able to name in a million years.

He smiles and taps on the open bathroom door. Tommy looks over his shoulder through the somewhat fogged shower door and grins.

“You're early,” he says.

“No traffic somehow,” Buck says, his eyes sweeping across his boyfriend's back, ass, and legs. “Need a hand?”

Tommy laughs, turning down the volume on his waterproof speaker that hangs out on a little shelf. “I mean, if you're offering…”

Buck undresses quickly and steps into the shower. When he kisses Tommy, his lips are warm and wet from him sticking his face under the spray.

“Turn the music back up,” Buck says, grabbing the loofah from its hook and Tommy's body wash. He scrubs his boyfriend’s back while he reaches over to turn up the volume. “I like this one.”

“It’s Donna Lewis, everyone loves this song,” Tommy teases, looking over his shoulder at him. “How was work?”

“Not great,” Buck admits. He knows that Tommy already has an idea from their texts, but the last five hours had been especially terrible.

Tommy turns around and hugs him, and Buck relaxes into his hold. He allows himself to be maneuvered under the hot water, and Tommy just holds him. He doesn't say any platitudes or make any false promises about how the next shift will be better or anything. He just holds him and occasionally presses a kiss to his temple.

“Do you need anything?” Tommy asks, and Buck shakes his head. “I mean anything. I can drop you into the zoo so you can steal that rock hyrax.”

Buck laughs and kisses Tommy's shoulder. “I can't steal Wilson.”

He pulls back far enough to kiss Tommy for making him laugh for the first time in hours.

“We could borrow him,” Tommy says softly, brushing a damp curl from Buck’s forehead. “Just so you can pet him for a bit.”

Buck smiles, feeling something soft settle in his chest, making it easier to breathe for the first time in hours. “You really want to start our first shared ninety-six in two months with a trip to jail?”

Tommy shrugs. “Could be fun. But we'd miss the paint night that Karen invited us to.”

“Can't do that.”

“Nope,” Tommy agrees, kissing him. “Let's get you cleaned up.”

Buck took a shower at the station, but he doesn't care. He lets Tommy scrub him until he's pink and clean, and then he does the same. They both smell like Tommy’s body wash, and he knows they’ll put on clothes that smell like Tommy’s laundry soap. He wants to wrap himself in the smell and feeling of his boyfriend, especially after the day he’s had. When the water gets turned off, Tommy wraps a towel around Buck’s shoulders and scrunches his hair to get most of the water out before grabbing his own towel.

“How does meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, and a couple episodes of Murder, She Wrote sound?” Tommy asks as he digs through his drawers for two pairs of sweats.

“Sounds perfect.” And it does, even though he still can't believe his boyfriend got him into a show about an older woman who just solves murders in her free time. He accepts the offered sweats with a kiss and pulls Tommy into another hug. “How was your shift?”

“I got to rescue a dog—unharmed—from a boat that no one tied up properly. I have pictures of her. Her name's Molly.” Tommy hooks his chin over Buck’s shoulder as his hands settle on Buck’s lower back. “And that was kind of the only good thing. Everything else was pretty normal or not great.”

“I'm sorry,” Buck says, feeling a little guilty for taking Tommy's focus and for waiting so long to ask in the first place.

“Don't be,” Tommy says, pulling back to rest his hands on Buck’s shoulders. “Remember: making sure you're okay helps me feel okay.”

Buck strokes along Tommy's sides and nods. They’ve talked about this extensively, but Buck still worries he’s being selfish. “Can I do anything? I can't fly a helicopter, but I'd be willing to learn so you can get one of those sad wombats.”

Tommy laughs and cradles Buck’s face. “I'll think about it. But no, just…let me feed you. It's the kindest thing you can do for an Italian. And then be the big spoon while we watch Angela Lansbury solve a murder in a really unlikely way.”

“Done and done.” Buck smiles into the kiss Tommy gives him and makes a soft noise when he realizes he's forgotten something. “The cake!”

“What cake?”

“I made a cake after the last call so I'd stop picturing—” he cuts himself off, not wanting to finish the thought, and Tommy just rubs a hand across his back. “But I made you a little chocolate cake. It's in my car.”

“I'll get it. Get dressed,” Tommy says, stepping back and dropping his towel so he can pull on his sweats. His eyes sweep over Buck when he drops his own towel. “Or don't. Does it need to go in the fridge?”

Buck bites his lip and shakes his head. While Tommy's footsteps retreat, he looks down at the folded sweats and then back at the bed. He shrugs and jumps on the bed. He can get dressed later.

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Bucktommy Fluffebruary day 22

Grumpy & Sunshine

“One soy milk latte, no sugar, one peppermint mocha and a cinnamon roll, please.” The handsome customer practically beamed at Nel. He was s big guy with muscles that seemed to have muscles and an angular face that could have looked intimidating, if not for the sunny smile that made his entire face crinkle. His eyes were sparkling as they wandered over the rolls Nel had pulled out of the oven not ten minutes ago. “To have here,” he added.

“Just the one roll?” Nel asked with a smirk, nodding at the two cups she pulled out. She liked customers who appreciated the goods.

The guy chuckled. “Yeah. My boyfriend’s on a diet. That’s why he’s so grumpy today.”

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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Write-y mood because .😮‍💨

Another what if: what if Tommy and Buck met after the firetruck bombing?

"Tommy?" Carla was taken back at seeing the man walking through the hospital waiting room with a strained expression, dressed in well worn hoodie and jeans. She had seen pictures of the man from when he used to date Abby. But never met him prior to this moment.

Which was why the man was looking at her with a odd look.

"Do I know you?" He asked slowly, as though he was going through a mental rolodex of people he had met in the past.

Carla laughed, realizing she had jumped the gun. "No, well I've seen you before. I'm Carla Price. I was the home aid for Patricia Clark."

"Oh." Carla thought the way Tommy's face scrunched up was cute, but she watched in slight alarm as he suddenly looked nervous- his shoulders tensing. "I-" he cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable as his eyes shifted around the room. "I heard about her passing, I'm sorry. I sent a bouquet to Abby and Matthew when I heard she passed. Do you know how Abby is doing?"

Carla scoffed, not missing Tommy frown at that, "I haven't heard much from her since she left for Ireland and left Buck, her boyfriend, in the wind." She sighed, "I know she was hurting but I didn't expect her to ghost the boy." She shook her head and nudged her chin towards the teddy bear dressed up as a firefighter and holding a small helium balloon that had "Get well soon."

"Take it you're here to see someone?"

Despite her friendly demeanor, Tommy still looked nervous. Carla chalked it up to Tommy perhaps being nervous for whomever he got the bear for.

Tommy looked around the waiting room, scrubbing his face worriedly as he explained, "Sort off? I'm a firefighter and I saw what happened to this firefighter who worked at my old station so I-"

"You know Buck?" Carla asked excitedly.

"Oh? No? Well not really?" He sighed and tried to recollect himself and then frowned. " Buck as in Abby's ex? There the same Buck?"

Carla pressed her lips to keep from smirking, "Yes." She chuckled to herself as she watched Tommy's shoulders finally drop.

"Thats- that's...wow." Tommy muttered into his hand. "I guess I shouldn't have bought this then." He lifted the teddy bear.

Carla waved him off, "I'm sure he'll love it." She stepped to his side, "He could use some company right now, he's awake but he's been upset about-"

"You don't honestly think I'm going to see him now? I doubt the guy would want to see the guy who used to date his ex."

Carla stood up straighter, "Well, first off, Buck has moved on from Abby. He has a girlfriend now and secondly, he could use all the support he can get. Especially from other firefighters." She looked at him imploringly once she realized he looked guilty about the second part. "Who knows? You two might hit it off." She motioned her hands towards Tommy's body, "You both have the whole tall and Hollister look going for you." She joked as Tommy finally laughed and allowed himself to be led by Carla to Buck's room.

Carla was the last to leave from the group that had been visiting Buck earlier. Ali had to leave to meet with a client, the others had shifts, and Maddie wanted to make sure Buck had food at his place once he was discharged.

"Knock knock." Carla was all smiles as she saw Buck struggle to sit up.

"Back to visit me already?" Buck snickered at Carla rolling her eyes. When he saw Tommy, Carla noticed Buck's eyes go wide. "Uh, who's your friend there?"

Carla gently pushed Tommy forward, the man seemed to freeze, his eyes wide in fear and his mouth ajar. "Well, he's hopefully going to be your friend." She poked Tommy's shoulder. "Want to go ahead and talk there Tommy?"

"Uh, hi." Tommy gave Buck a stiff wave. "I'm Tommy. Tommy Kinard. I-I hope you don't mind, I heard about what happened."

Buck sighed, looking rather put out and nearly snarky when he replied, "Who hasn't heard by now."

Tommy nodded at that, "Well a lot of people, but I was at the 118 so-"

Buck's looked at Tommy with new interest, "You're that Tommy? The one that Chimney called to help us out at the cul de sac fire?"

Tommy nodded, clutching the teddy bear nervously.

"That was so cool! You really saved our butts back there."

Carla felt relieved, Buck hadn't smiled like that since he woke up after being brought in.

"It was nothing." Tommy sounded so modest which only had Buck shaking his head in disappointment.

"It was definitely something!" He laughed, "Never met a firefighter pilot. You probably feel like a superhero when you fly."

Tommy laughed at that, "I mean- sort of?" He bit his lower lip, "I could probably show you around the harbor, if you want? I mean, once your leg gets better?"

"Really? Yeah- yeah I would love that. I don't think I've ever got to see any of the air-op stations before." Buck paused, looking down at his cast covered leg. "Probably less of chance of this happening if I went to the 217." He tried to joke but it only came out at bitter.

Tommy finally settled the bear down on the small table at Buck's side. "How is your leg?"

Buck grimaced at the question, "Doc said there's a chance I could walk again but it's gonna be awhile. I'm probably not going to be a firefighter any time soon."

Carla stepped up, ready to remind Buck that there was more to him than being a firefighter but...

"It's not an easy thing to go through." Tommy spoke up, "I think as firefighters we don't like sitting out because we know we can help, but if the docs are saying you can walk again then that's something to be hopeful about, right?"

The way Tommy sounded so sincere had caused a sort of light flicker in Buck's eyes- a first since he woke up at the hospital.

"Yeah, you're- you're right." Buck sighed, "I- I just-I'm scared. You know? What if I'm never a firefighter after this?"

Carla stood back, watching as the two created their own bubble. She figured Buck would feel that way, but the way he just opened up to Tommy was impressive as was how Tommy being receptive.

She saw Tommy place his hand on Buck's cast, "I know all those what ifs are going through your mind right now, but you have to take it one step at a time. If the doctors are saying you can walk then there's a good chance you'll be a firefighter again."

"You think so?"

Tommy nodded, his smile and voice comforting, "I know so." He patted Buck's leg again, "I should go. I'm sure you need to rest.

"Or- or you could stay? I-I mean, it would be cool if you stayed?" Carla pressed her lips tightly together to keep from laughing, flustered Buck was something else.

Tommy, on the other hand, looked relieved. "I could stay. Actually liking the company." Tommy joked, causing a bit of pink to spread across Buck's cheeks.

"Okay, uh- cool."

The two just stared at each other as Tommy sat down again on the bed, his hand back on Buck's leg.

"Guess I'm just invisible over here then?" Carla felt like she was repeating herself, first Buck with Ali and now Buck with Tommy.

At least both men looked sheepish as they apologized to her, but Carla rolled her eyes at them. "I'm kidding, I'm glad you two are clicking and any way, I need to see Christopher for his physio appointment. So Buck, I will talk to you later and Tommy?" She pointed to the man, "Make sure our Buck behaves."

"I definitely will."

Carla did not miss how Buck turned redder at that but Tommy most certainly did. Tommy finally looked at ease as he waved goodbye at Carla before turning back to Buck with a shy smile.

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Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”

Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.

Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.

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Bucktommy Fluffebruary day 21

Road Trip

“What? We’re almost there,” Buck protested. Tommy shook his head fondly. “We’re four hours out,” he said. “You’ve been driving for five and you’re getting more nervous the closer we get. You’re not exactly the safest driver right now, babe. So pull over, let me take the wheel and get us there in one piece so Eddie doesn’t have to see us for the first time in three months while he’s working and pulling us out of a ditch, okay?”

Buck blew out a long annoyed breath. “You should have just flown us there,” he muttered, but indicated to take the next exit off the highway.

“Then we’d be in El Paso without a car,” Tommy argued reasonably.

“Eddie has a car,” Evan pointed out.

“And what do we do when Eddie has to work and can’t play chauffeur for us?”

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While we're on the subject of baked food, please tell me where you're from and what this is called.

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Beatiful moments with our Little Universe

Day 20 of @bucktommyfluffebruary: Baby Fever

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The parking spot is Buck, but it's Buck from Tommy's point of view at that moment: something that he can hardly believe he was lucky enough to find, that he wants to keep, but that will always be something temporary, the moment he needs to move to the next place (stage) he will lose that place that doesn't belong to him. Too good to be true, too good to last.

However, if (when) Buck and Tommy get back together and move in together, their house will have the space they need, then the Loft parking spot would no longer be a concern. In their home, Tommy would have a permanent place, even while they needed to go other places sometimes. Buck would be the safe and lasting place in Tommy's life and vice versa.

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Thank discord for this

But now I’m thinking about post breakup Tommy who reaches out to Abby after their breakup

He tried for years to not think about her, about the hurt he caused her

They decide to meet at their favorite restaurant for all time sake and for the protection coming with being in public, that the tone of the meal wouldn’t get too wild for a reconnection

They meet in front of the building where the restaurant is located, on the 18th floor so they take the elevator together except that they they stuck in it

The elevator stops and the lights even turn off, they push the alarm but nothing happen

Tommy takes control of the situation but without equipment he can’t do much anyway

So they just sit on the floor, pressing the button every few minutes just in case it finally connects, and they talk

Tommy explain what was going on back then, comes out to her, talks about Buck and him

And she listens and share about how she latched onto him when her mother health started to deteriorate and her solitude and stress were too big

Two hours later they hear something being forced between the doors and it’s forced opened, by Evan Buckley in his 118 turnout

But suddenly the elevator move and to avoid being cut in two Buck jumps in as they drop from the 16th to the 7th in seconds

And now they’re stuck again, and Buck joined them