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[justdavina]

Transgender lady Ashley Pia! Her body is so HOT!

[purgatory-jar]

Who's excited for tonight's episode???? I am!!!

A lil bit of buck/tommy as a good luck charm for tonight!

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[1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam]

If they didn’t want us to compare Eddie and Tommy at every turn, then they really shouldn’t have made Tommy exactly like Eddie but worse in every single way.

A shift I’ve noticed, especially in fic, is that now breakups between Buck and his love interest (Tommy) are a little more fleshed out than they were when he was dating previously. There’s a lot of reasons this could be: Tommy’s a man and his first queer relationship while the rest have been women, the hatred for Tommy and BT just runs that deep, and/or writers keep wanting to explain how incompatible Buck and Tommy are in DETAIL (deserved). There was a deliberate choice to have Eddie and Tommy be VERY similar, to convince the audience of this, to even have Buck say this in 7x04. At this point, anything other than saying that Eddie and Tommy’s backgrounds and (some) interests make them appear outwardly very similar would be offensive to the narrative. Military men, competent, Muay Thai, car mechanics, there are numerous examples of this.

So, not sticking the landing in this regard by having Buck realize (remember, really, since he already said it once!) that Tommy may be similar to Eddie, but he’s not who Buck wants, always wanted, would just be bad writing. And that’s reflected in the breakup narratives of 911 fics after 7x04 aired. And it would be a disservice to Eddie not to acknowledge it, because Buck did want him in 7x04, he was jealous because he wanted Eddie. Here’s to hoping they do stick the landing on this…

[stars-inthe-sky]

9-1-1 Tag Game

Tagged by @rcmclachlan and @screamlet, who may or may not have known that I've watched exactly seven episodes of the series (as well as a whole bunch of clips, admittedly). I'm not letting that stop me from having a good time, but take everything I say with a grain of salt here, because, again, I have seen only seven episodes of a long-running series in a season that, as far as I can tell, has been particularly not good in the scheme of things. So most of this is based on vibes, as well as fic interpretations or skimming Wikipedia once last spring.

Favorite Character: Does fanon!Tommy count? He's fascinating. If not, canon Buck is a completely insane assemblage of personal history and character traits that is hard to look away from, in a good way.

Character You Relate to the Most: Ravi, who's here for the food and to mostly be a professional in a work setting and also what is the deal with these people?

Favorite Episode: Of the episodes I've actually seen as whole episodes, I guess "Masks"? But it seems like the actual answer had I watched things would be one of the Begins episodes, probably Chimney's or Buck's.

Hottest Take: This may be a consequence of the especially bad writing recently, and that being all I've seen, but it feels like Athena's cop/solo storylines are patched in from another show, to the point that I don't really get why she's here as a regular besides that someone landed Oscar Nominee Angela Bassett on this ridiculous network procedural and like hell they're not gonna use her.

Favorite Lone Star Character: Now, this show I haven't actually seen any of, but I know Gina Torres is on it, sooooo probably Gina Torres?

Favorite Ship: Buck/Tommy is literally the only reason I'm here in the first place.

Most Underrated Character: Sure seems like it's Karen Wilson, actual rocket scientist with no backstory. Also, have they really never in all these years given her an excuse to sing onscreen?

Most Underrated Ship: Truthfully, I don't feel qualified to answer this.

One Thing You’d Love to See: Stealing @screamlet's response: "good writing" (and maybe a heavy-handed obvious-romcom-homage reunion for our guys)

Tagging: @sadieb798, who drove me here, and I thiiiiink @rikyl and maybe @running-rabbit fell down this hole a bit with me recently?

[coderooster]

Why do I get the feeling Maddie and Chimney weren’t allowed to have a “proper” wedding ceremony because the writers couldn’t choose between Buck or Josh being Maddie’s Maid (man?) of Honour? It’s obvious Hen was gonna be Best Man (woman?) but I guess they just went “sorry we’re gonna have to stick Chim in the hospital and have everyone stood in a clump so we can avoid deciding which one will stand next to Maddie, you’ve gotta pick your battles and this ain’t one of them, what can you do?”

[worm-in-a-trenchcoat]

Mutuals!!! Beasties!!!

We went to an antique mall today for my birthday and look at what I found!!

The whole top floor was full of vintage toys and dolls/Barbie’s, I wanted to buy everything 😭

[chronicowboy]

if they give buck another dead old man with life-changing wisdom in the episode eddie starts dating again i will commit arson

[bimafe]

after the buddie got together hen always made fun of buck for taking so long to kiss eddie(and she won a bet on their relationship and chimney sulked about it).

[tariah23]

Man….. :(

[wannabemylover]

i need buddie to have a normal wedding. no one else has had a normal wedding (ig excluding henren vow renewal) and buddie needs to have a normal one. they all deserve it

[savoryinferior]

Yep fine god bless america i would die for the 118.

[unnecessarilygrandiose]

i have this fic idea but i haven't written anything creatively in EIGHTEEN MONTHS and i am afraid i forgor how to write

[flowerymenendez]

Being in a relationship with an older man means being a woman who's being taken care of 24/7.

Imagine this: a pair of beefy and large arms wrapped tightly around your waist while being in a meeting, walking down the street, shopping, cooking, sleeping (or while being stuffed with his thick and veiny cock inside of your warm and spongy cunt).

A man that will not let you lift a single finger. He will do everything for you and only you.

Payments, rents, shopping bags, anything you want, he will give it to you.

Like the good girl you are, your hair will be all spread over the soft pillow, tears running down your cheeks, lips all bitten and swollen, your skin glistening with sweat, breasts covered with love bites and saliva, your nipples perked sweetly and shining under the moonlight.

Your legs are wide open, big and calloused hands gripping your plushie thighs to keep them open while he was devouring your pussy in the most delicious way possible. His thick tongue lapping and circling your swollen clit, teeth occasionally nibbling your folds. You're a mess, loud moans and whines coming from your mouth, your hands tugging his hair and making him groan, sending waves of pleasure through all your body.

You buck your hips, trying desperately to push him away when he kept eating you out after your third orgasm, making him grip your thighs harder, preventing you from moving.

You wanna stop? No, you don't. But your overstimulated pussy was begging for a break. He was devouring you whole, making you arch your back off the mattress, until a fourth orgasm hit your body, your eyes roll back your skull and your legs started shaking.

Oh... A long and very cozy aftercare follows after that...

Your boyfriend holding you softly against his chest, whispering sweet nothings against your ear while rubbing your back until you fall asleep. Of course, a hardened erection grew in his pants, almost painful.

But, of course, as the sweet and caring younger girlfriend you are, you will give him the best of the mornings.

[ketchuppee]

During the 2008 recession, my aunt lost her job. Her, her partner, and my three cousins moved across the country to stay with us while they got back on their feet. My house turned from a family of four to a family of nine overnight, complete with three dogs and five cats between us.

It took a few years for them to get a place of their own, but after a few rentals and apartments, they now own a split level ranch in a town nearby. I’ve lost track of how many coworkers and friends have stayed with them when they were in a tight spot. A mother and son getting out of an abusive relationship, a divorcee trying to stay local for his kids while they work out a custody agreement, you name it. My aunt and uncle knew first hand what that kindness meant, and always find space for someone who needed it, the way my parents had for them.

That same aunt and uncle visited me in [redacted] city last year. They are prolific drinkers, so we spent most of the day bar hopping. As we wandered the city, any time we passed a homeless person, my uncle would pull out a fresh cigarette and ask them if they had a light. Regardless of if they had a lighter on hand or not, he offered them a few bucks in exchange, which he explained to me after was because he felt it would be easier for them to accept in exchange for a service, no matter how small.

I work for a company that produces a lot of fabric waste. Every few weeks, I bring two big black trash bags full of discarded material over to a woman who works down the hall. She distributes them to local churches, quilting clubs, and teachers who can use them for crafts. She’s currently in the process of working with our building to set up a recycling program for the smaller pieces of fabric that are harder to find use for.

One of my best friends gives monthly donations to four or five local organizations. She’s fortunate enough to have a tech job that gives her a good salary, and she knows that a recurring donation is more valuable to a non-profit because they can rely on that money month after month, and can plan ways to stretch that dollar for maximum impact. One of those organizations is a native plant trust, and once she’s out of her apartment complex and in a home with a yard, she has plans to convert it into a haven of local flora.

My partner works for a company that is working to help regulate crypto and hold the current bad actors in the space accountable for their actions. We unfortunately live in a time where technology develops far too fast for bureaucracy to keep up with, but just because people use a technology for ill gain doesn’t mean the technology itself is bad. The blockchain is something that she finds fascinating and powerful, and she is using her degree and her expertise to turn it into a tool for good.

I knew someone who always had a bag of treats in their purse, on the odd chance they came across a stray cat or dog, they had something to offer them.

I follow artists who post about every local election they know of, because they know their platform gives them more reach than the average person, and that they can leverage that platform to encourage people to vote in elections that get less attention, but in many ways have more impact on the direction our country is going to go.

All of this to say, there’s more than one way to do good in the world. Social media leads us to believe that the loudest, the most vocal, the most prolific poster is the most virtuous, but they are only a piece of the puzzle. (And if virtue for virtues sake is your end goal, you’ve already lost, but that’s a different post). Community is built of people leveraging their privileges to help those without them. We need people doing all of those things and more, because no individual can or should do all of it. You would be stretched too thin, your efforts valiant, but less effective in your ambition.

None of this is to encourage inaction. Identify your unique strengths, skills, and privileges, and put them to use. Determine what causes are important to you, and commit to doing what you can to help them. Collective action is how change is made, but don’t forget that we need diversity in actions taken.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

A/N: another kofi request!

When you walked for a while through the thick forest near your home, you were able to find a meadow full of deer hybrids.

It was a secret place, one only a few human beings knew about. Among those humans was you, a young woman currently being courted by one of those feet hybrids.

��My dear!”

You felt arms wrap around your torso from behind, your neck being peppered in warm kisses as you were pulled close.

This was your current predicament. A few months ago you spotted a deer hybrid struggling in a trap meant for regular deer. You knew if the hunter found them he’d be taken to the city and sold as a pet, so you quickly used your pocket knife to cut him free.

The second he was out of his bonds, he nearly tackled you, rubbing and butting against your neck and nearly impaling you with his horns.

“Mate… my mate…”

And that’s how you ended up at the meadow again, visiting him. If you didn’t come once a week to see the fluffy thing, he’d try coming out of the woods and into your neighborhood.

Of course, that was dangerous. Between cars, hunters, and lots of people wanting a cute deer hybrid as a pet, the human world wasn’t safe.

You made a deal with him. Every weekend you’d come and spend time with him. The first time you proposed this deal to him, he leapt with joy, his fluffy tail wiggling super fast.

So today you brought your picnic basket, setting out a blanket and preparing the snacks as he waited patiently nearby. Sometimes he could be a bit shy after greeting you, quickly retreating behind other deer hybrids and peaking out at you with his big doe eyes.

The second you were done, he trotted back, letting out a happy whine when you patted your lap. He loved laying his head there.

His ears flicked, and he looked up at you through his lashes, batting them. Clearly, he was a whore for your attention.

You always knew the best spots to scratch and rub, always getting behind his ears and at the base of his antlers.

His tail wagged, and you couldn’t help but lift it slightly too look at his cute butt, making his head jerk up.

“Mate? You want to mate?”

The deer hybrid excitedly nuzzled against you, pushing you down on the blanket. He let out little grunts, his tail still going crazy behind him.

“N-not yet, not yet.”

He pouted, but quickly returned to relaxing in your lap, almost purring at every scratch and pet. You knew rutting season was soon by now antsy he had been to mate with you lately… and you were preparing yourself to help him.

The guy always wanted to be by your side, bringing you fresh berries and honey he collected. You were his mate, and he wanted to give you all the sweet things he could find!

And boy was he possessive! He would let out whines and grunts when other males approached, pointing his antlers at them and holding you close. It was just too cute!

For months you came and went, giving him the attention he needed while getting to relax and escape all the stress life had to give.

Curling up with him, playing with his soft puffy hair and watching him get all giddy and excited really calmed you down. His fluffy tail always wagged when you were around, wagging even harder when you scratched a good spot or gave him snuggles.

But his rut had finally come in full force, and you knew he needed you.

This time when you came to visit, he was alone, whimpering softly and pumping his cock. He seemed distressed, and you were quick to lower yourself by his side, your fingers gently glazing his swollen tip.

“Shh, shh… I’m here. It’ll be okay.”

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, sniffling. It seemed he had grown attached and reliant on you.

“Please…”

How could you say no to those big, warm doe eyes?

The second your fingers wrapped around his cock, he let out a moan, his hips bucking lightly. He needed his release, and your hand wouldn’t cut it soon enough.

He came quicker than expected, and soon he was mounting you.

The entire time he mated with you, he was more gentle than you’d think a buck in rut would be. He was constantly nuzzling into you, thrusting just hard enough to satisfy you, but not any harder.

When he came inside, his ears twitched and tail wagged, and he melted when you reached out to play with his ears while his cum shot into your womb.

After mating you, he was a happy little thing, making a sort of purring sound while he nuzzled his face against your neck.

Perhaps being mates with him wouldn’t be so bad after all…

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[ubeb0nes]

Getting jealous (AGAIN) as Sevika's girlfriend...

you just can't catch a break, huh? your fault for falling in love with this absolute lady-killer

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a/n: ever since i remembered i have free will and can post all my sevika goblin thoughts i have been cooking entire posts up in like under an hour, somebody please help me LMAO

i had too many ideas for the jealous!reader, so here's another. i picture this as being my pit fighter!reader characterization, so do with that what you will :33

it isn't that you hate absolutely anybody looking at Sevika at all

like, you get it. and a part of you loves that everyone else can see just as clearly as you how absolutely captivating she is.

BUT IT GETS TO A POINT-

After the incident with the girl at the bar, Sevika does her best to make sure that you don't feel neglected in public. She slips, of course she does, but she does try like hell

It typically goes that anybody who approaches her, flat out doesn't acknowledge you. it's a by-product of how she's so non-PDA that it slips the mind of these thirsty women that she's even in a relationship

You, being a practical and results-driven individual, remedy this by being a little bolder in public every now and then

Nowadays, Sevika doesn't usually object. She understands why you're doing it now, and she's getting tired of the would-be homewreckers coming onto her too lol

You'll cup her cheek, give her a firm but quick kiss whenever you bring a drink over to her while she's in a game of cards. Come up beside her at the bar and rest your hand on her hip for a while (she fucking loves this one, she won't tell you though)

From then on, people start to get the message. If anybody's heartbroken over it, they become less inclined to showing it

So, you almost want to believe you're imagining things when you clock someone from across the bar who seems to keep giving you the stink eye

you're not dumb

you can see the way she's gesturing between you and Sevika to her friends, shaking her head in disgust. now that's a new one...

Sevika has her human arm over your shoulder while this is happening, the other holding onto her hand of cards. She looks over at you when you pluck the cigarillo out from her fingers and take a drag of your own in distress. She's deeply amused by this

"Okay, baby?" "Mhm. Peachy." You were not peachy. The hell did you do to deserve that look?

For a second Sevika thinks you're mad at her, frowning and angling her body towards you (she notices Ran trying to sneak a look at her cards as she does, and bucks playfully at them). Her eyes flick up to follow your line of vision, and then she understands

She chuckles under her breath.

"You could take her in a fight, princess."

oh, and don't you know it. You shake away the thought though, not wanting to escalate the situation in your head in the case that it's actually not at all what you think it is, and then you look stupid

You ask Sevika if she wants another whiskey and she declines, so you get up to just get yours. You're minding your business by the bar, trying to not grace that table with any more glances when that bites you in the ass as a shoulder checks yours

of course, it's the girl. I guess it wasn't in your head

You make eye contact with her when she looks over her shoulder at you and scoffs, shaking her head. You don't look away even as the bartender slides your drink into your hand

now, you have some options here. most of them include violence to some degree. you're contemplating them all as you're walking back to Sevika, eyes straight ahead

then you catch a few choice words from her table; something, something, "-can she fight..." you don't hear the rest, but does it really matter?

you stop in your tracks. you glance up at your girlfriend who didn't see what happened earlier but is watching you now, brow raised and mouthing what's wrong?

at this point, i don't think this even counts as jealousy, you're just defending your woman's honor

you give her a shake of your head that says don't worry (and now she's definitely worrying), and turn on your heel and make a beeline for the bitch's table

Sevika is about to get up to back you up- for whatever the situation may be- when she sees your posture as you stand over the girl from earlier.

Ran stops her though, grinning from ear to ear. "Let your girl have this, Sev. I wanna see her beat ass." Sevika scoffs, but tentatively sits back down. She trusts your judgement. Whatever your call is-

oh, you're smashing your glass over the girl's head. Ran gives a loud whoop

"You wanna take her from me? Go ahead, try," you'd said while Ran was talking Sevika down. The smile on your face was near-manic. "See what she does when you put your hands on me."

It's not like this woman was exactly tiny or helpless-looking; most in Zaun strived to be neither. But Sevika hadn't been lying when she said you could take her.

It was not a memo she'd received, though.

You couldn't recall what exactly she'd said, but you do know your mind reached an immediate state of singularity when she said she'd kill you before Sevika could do anything about it.

BET

"Goddammit-" Sevika barks out your name as she shoots up from her chair. Ran is doubled over with laughter

She's deceptively fast for her height, and thank fucking god for it. Her human arm wraps around your waist like a vise, pulling you back with ease

She would've been cutting up right with Ran in any other circumstance, given the way you were stancing on the now-dazed woman, fists clenched and shoulders shrugged up like an angry big cat

"Down, girl," she mutters to you. Her lips quirk up at the way you shift your jaw around, obviously still pissed off and ready to scrap

"I was defending your honor." "Mhm. What would I do without you, huh?"

Sevika's in front of you when the woman scrambles up out of her seat to retaliate. Sevika towers over the both of you, and you're nearly completely hidden behind her now as she glares at the woman

"You don't wanna fight her, much less me. Go ahead and clear off."

Maybe jealousy isn't as accurate of a term for you as territorial. You've got nothing to be jealous of, not with how fiercely devoted Sevika is at every turn