#If I could draw...

[feelingthedisaster]

i just know aaron has the mugshot with the most aura of all the foxes

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Avens and Mallow, approaching Slate: we saw you from across the galaxy and we really dig your explosive vibe-

[eikichi-supremacy]

can we talk about how yusuke has like. canonically been to comic con.

[chaosandwolves]

since I was granted a freebie would you mind telling me about Wait for me to come home? 👀✨

Hehe

Yes this is a cuuuute one if I may say so

I was thinking... what if something happens to Connor and his wife and Buck ends up actually being the father of his son?

And as tragic as it is, and as scary as it is, it makes him happy.

But it's also overwhelming af but the 118 got his back.

Eddie got his back.

Buck moves in with the Diaz boys so Carla can look after both Chris and the baby when the boys are working.

And they so naturally transition into being a proper family together that weeks later, it takes Eddie a whole five minutes after leaving the house to realize that he just kissed Buck good-bye... On his lips…

A lil snippet of what follows

If he sits in his car for 10 minutes outside his house the next morning before he gathers the courage to finally go inside, no one has to know.

And no one has to know how he can feel his heart beating in his throat and how his hands are clammy and how he feels like an awkward teenager as he walks through the front door.

He takes deep breath and ignores the slight instability around the edges of his voice when he calls out, "I'm home!"

For a second he thinks he might be in luck and Buck is out running some errands.

But then he appears in the door frame of his bedroom with his son resting content in his arms against his chest and Eddie's heart skips a beat.

Eddie doesn't know what to do and remains frozen in the hallway, his head simultaneously way too frantic and way too quiet to be able to come up with anything coherent.

Buck, however, doesn't leave him hanging for long.

He moves out into the hallway, takes two steps before coming to a halt right in front of Eddie. His voice is so rich and smooth when he greets him with a soft "Hey," that it sends a warm shiver down Eddie's back.

But instead of reacting to this greeting like a sane adult, Eddie, for some inexplicable reason, raises his hand and waves.

It's not even a proper gesture, just some awkward little movement of his hand as he replies, "Hi."

For a second he's convinced that Buck can hear how violently his heart is hammering against his chest and that he'll call him out on it.

Buck, however, grins one of these grins that spread over his entire face and that lights his eyes up so that they take on the color of a sunny summer sky.

And Eddie gets so lost in it that his brain forgets to process what happens next.

Buck leans in, the grin on his plush rosy lips growing even wider and suddenly these exact same lips are pressed against Eddie's.

He can feel how Buck breaks into a full on smile under the soft touch of their lips before he pulls back and Eddie can see Buck's eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and joy.

"Welcome home."

Eddie blinks and before he can gather his thoughts which had evaporated the second he felt Buck's lips brush against his own, Buck turns on his heels, walks into the kitchen and nonchalantly announces, "I made pancakes, abuela's recipe," as if he didn't just rattle Eddie's entire world and moved it off its hinges.

Eddie blinks again, his fingers rising up to touch the spot where he can still feel the kiss lingering on his lips. And for a moment he just stands there in utter disbelief and pure awe.

Eventually, Buck's voice brings him back into his body when it sounds from the kitchen over the familiar rattling of the espresso machine that Buck insisted on buying, "Cofffee?"

Half laughing, Eddie breathes out and briefly shakes his head to reactivate any functioning brain cells which he's not sure exist anymore in the first place.

But then he at least finds his voice again. "Yeah, yeah."

A soft smile remains on his lips as he follows Buck into the kitchen.

[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[frenchublog]

kosovo miku

[bob-artist]

Bittern at the grocery store

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[roppiepop]

Typical role dustribution

[stemmmm]

more people gotta try this shit where bill has not improved and will not change but he's just chilling so its fine probably. its great

[eydilily]

red flags!

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[dilfslayer1080p]

"he died for our wins" - 2024, LIDL Oil paint on LIDL canvas

[chloesimaginationthings]

Springtrap making friends in Dead by Daylight,,

[sennamaticart]

Dress Code