#i miss him already …..

[shawmymy]

> Canary Resuscitator

Something about miners getting attached to the canary to the point they try to give them a fighting chance, except this time it's the miner that gets killed.

[zketylers]

JOSH HARTNETT as COOPER ABBOTT

TRAP (2024) dir. M. Night Shyamalan

[raeiyyn]

that's it. that's the post.

[ghuleh-anima-mia]

If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally And I see nothing wrong with that

[mithrandirl]

LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON in VIKINGS: VALHALLA season 1

[bovineblogger]

one final video of me making spotty go boing boing boing

[exhaustedpirate]

there's gotta be happy trails ahead

so i needed to deal with bobby's death and i'm using the bucktommy wedding for it, bc it's my deepest, loveliest headcanon that they should go the bathena route! so this is what came out! angst and feels ahead, yall! no beta i wrote this in like 3 hours bc fuck it we ball!

rated G | 1962 words also on AO3

There is a ring on his finger. 

Buck’s still getting used to it.

It’s simple and beautiful and it fits exactly right. It’s perfect.

Tommy takes his hand and rubs his thumb over the ring, almost disbelieving, surprised. Buck can’t help but wonder how many times Tommy told himself he would say no. No matter how many times they are reminded of their love for one another, there will always be that seed of doubt. They’ll get there, though. Together.

There is a rom-com playing on TV. Buck is sprawled against Tommy’s chest. One of his boyf-fiance’s large hands rubs slowly up and down his back, comforting, steady. The other one holds his left hand against his chest, right over his heart. Perfect.

They haven't made wedding plans yet. It’s only been a day since Tommy proposed and Buck should really be paying attention to the movie they decided to watch after dinner. He’s thinking about their wedding instead, he’s sure Tommy would understand.

They talked about it before - before the proposal, before the ring-buying, before. Tommy wouldn’t have proposed if he hadn’t been sure it was something Buck wanted. They talked about a quiet ceremony, friends and family. They talked about colours and locations and their guest list and suits and wedding party. They talked about a lot.

They didn’t talk about all of it.

Because Buck is ready to walk down the aisle with Maddie by his side. Because Tommy is ready to do the same with Chimney. They are ready to look out at the crowd to their friends and family in the first row and to exchange vows.

They didn’t talk about who’d be officiating.

He doesn’t know why they didn’t. Why didn't he?

“By the authority vested in me by the state of California, and the Los Angeles Fire Department… you two just got hitched.”

And it’s like it hits him suddenly, without warning, without preparation. 

They didn’t talk about it before. They didn’t talk about how their wedding would always have an empty space, a big one.

Buck feels like he can’t breathe. 

Like his heart is both stopped and pounding against his chest. He feels hot. He feels cold. He wants to curl up within himself. He wants to scratch his way out of his skin. 

“Evan?”

He can’t. It’s not complete. 

“Evan.” 

It’s not right.

“Evan,” Hands hold his face, familiar hands urging him to look into steady, if scared, familiar eyes. “Breathe, baby, you’re alright.”

Buck shakes his head, his hands gripping Tommy’s forearms - he’ll feel bad later about the bruises he’s sure to be putting there. 

“Focus on me, Evan,” Tommy urges, his voice quiet but sure. “Focus on what you can see, hear, feel.”

It takes him a moment to find that he can talk. To feel like he exists. To breathe.

“H-He won’t be there.” His voice is choked up and his vision is blurry.

Buck really thought he’d have been done with tears by now. It’s been almost a year, 11 months and 6 days to be exact. He had cried so much all those months ago that he thought he was done. There were happy tears for his nephew’s birth, for Tommy’s proposal, but no more sad tears. He thought he’d cried them all.

“B-Bobby,” Buck manages, the name feeling like barbed wire on his throat. Tommy softens, understanding and distraught all at once. “He won’t b-be there. I always thought-I always-”

He buries his face in Tommy’s neck, sobs coming out in full force. He feels his fiance’s arms wrap tightly around him, his big hands rubbing his back and holding the back of his head. There are stuttered breaths that echo in Tommy’s chest. They are quiet, mourning still - probably always.

Buck stops feeling like every breath is going to break his rib cage.

“W-We don’t need to do anything big,” Tommy murmurs, low in his ear. His hand runs soothingly down his neck to his arm, to his hand. “We can figure something out.”

Buck shakes his head, a small movement since he still refuses to leave the safe cocoon of Tommy’s skin. “You don’t have to say that, Tommy,” His voice is equally quiet, a hint of shame at making it all about him. “You deserve the wedding of your dreams too.”

“The wedding of my dreams is the one where I’m marrying you, Evan,” There is no waver in his voice, his hand gripping Buck’s firmly. “We could get married in a-in a bowling alley,” Buck laughs, a soft thing, nothing more than an exhale of breath but he feels his body relaxing, softening. “All that matters to me is that you’re standing in front of me agreeing to spend the rest of our lives together.”

Buck takes a deep breath and holds his head up, leaving the comfort of Tommy’s neck for the comfort of his eyes. His free hand cups his fiance’s cheek, thumb rubbing against his skin slowly, a caress that he hopes shows how much he cares, how much he loves this wonderful man. Because he does. So much.

Buck speaks quietly, still with that surprise in his voice. “I love you, you know that?”

Tommy’s eyes sparkle the same way they do everytime Buck says it, everytime he sees his feelings returned. His thumb rubs against the ring in Buck’s finger.

“You letting me put a ring on your finger was a big clue.”

Tommy’s nose scrunches in that beautiful smile of his and Buck can’t help but return it. Can’t help but to break the space between them to press their lips together, a quick, chaste kiss. A perfect kiss.

“I would marry you anywhere, anyday, in whatever ridiculous circumstances we find ourselves in, baby,” Tommy speaks against his lips, their foreheads touching each other. “All I want, what I promise to do for the rest of our lives is to make you happy.”

The breath stutters out of Buck, tears gathering in his eyes, his chest feeling too small to hold him. He presses that into Tommy’s lips, feels the need to claim him in a way that can’t be seen by others, more than just a shiny ring, than vows said in front of friends and family. 

All he wants, all he needs lays sprawled on their very comfortable couch. All he needs holds him just as tightly at night in their large bed. All he needs is Tommy. All he needs is their future.

“So,” Buck whispers, their fingers interlacing. The ring digs into his skin, into Tommy’s, but they don’t complain. It’s a reminder, it’s perfect. “You’d be okay if we didn’t have a big wedding and instead went to the courthouse in the morning?”

He feels Tommy’s smile against his lips, his arm pulling Buck impossibly closer to him. Buck has a ridiculously fanciful thought that if he could, he’d crawl inside Tommy’s skin, live there. 

“We do have the suits from Billy Boils’ funeral.”

Buck laughs this time. How could he have ever doubted Tommy’s feelings for him when he accompanied him to a 200-year-old mummy’s funeral?

“Chimney is not working tomorrow morning.”

Tommy grins. “Maddie?”

“I could call Josh and ask him to cover for her.”

“The rings?”

Buck blushes and plays with Tommy’s fingers. “I-uh, I may have bought one for you when we started talking about marriage.”

Tommy’s smile is so wide and bright and Buck feels like his heart grows three sizes bigger. “Sounds like we have a plan.”

Buck looks closely at Tommy’s face, waiting for the mocking, for the rug to be pulled from under his feet. There is nothing. He knew there wouldn’t be. “We’re really doing this?”

“All I want is to marry you, Evan,” Tommy repeats, his hand coming up to his head, thumb caressing his birthmark. “I would do it right now if it wasn’t ten o’clock at night.”

Buck pulls him into a forceful kiss, smiling so wide that it’s basically all teeth. “We’re really doing this.” Tommy nods. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Their wedding photo sits on the dresser in their bedroom. 

The two of them holding hands as they say “I do” in front of a court official, the happiness in their faces shining through even through the picture. There is a ceramic bowl that Chris made in the pottery class he attended with Buck in front of it where they put their wedding rings before work, slipping on the silicone bands to replace them. Buck loves seeing the tan line in their fingers.

There is another wedding photo in the fireplace mantle. The two of them holding the marriage documents with big grins on their faces while Maddie and Chim do victory poses on either side of them. Buck feels his heart fill with love whenever he looks at it. 

Feels that tightness in his chest when he looks towards the picture beside it, Buck and Tommy flanking Bobby’s sides before the medal ceremony. There was fond exasperation in Bobby’s expression but so much joy, so much pride. There was another one, with just him and Bobby on the bookshelf. 

There is another photo by the entryway. 

They hadn’t wanted a big wedding but they still wanted to celebrate with their friends and family. They invited everyone for a barbecue, announced that they’d gotten married and grinned throughout the groans and complaints from the others.

Buck had leaned against Tommy as they witnessed the others. He understood, of course he did. But he’d never feel bad about it. Their wedding was perfect. He had told his husband - husband! - that many times after, thanked him for understanding his needs, for listening, for being him. 

The picture was of everyone standing side by side, Buck and Tommy in the middle. There was no formal wear, not like the courthouse pictures, there were sweaters, dirty jeans, messy hair. Jee’s face is blurry - she had noticed a squirrel walking across the branch of the large tree in their backyard. Karen is almost cut off by the photo, pressed closely against Hen. Only Eddie’s head can be seen behind Chimney and Denny, who hit a growth spurt over the summer.

It’s messy. It’s imperfect. It’s one of his favourites.

He is not there. Of course he isn’t. 

There is always going to be an empty space next to Buck, next to Athena, next to May and Harry. There is always going to be an empty spot at the firestation table, no matter how amazing of a Captain Hen is. There is always going to be an empty chair at every table.

He is not there.

“Are you ready?” 

He turns to find Tommy with his hand held out to him. He is wearing a suit that matches Buck’s, his wedding ring catches the sunlight coming through the windows. 

It’s a year today. 

“No,” Buck says but takes Tommy’s hand, lets his husband pull him into a tight hug, lets his husband kiss his head, his forehead, his birthmark, his cheek, his nose, his lips. Lets his husband pull back and look into his eyes, sharing his strength, his love, his care. Buck nods. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s go.” Tommy nods back, taking Buck’s hand again.

Buck lets the feel of the ring on Tommy’s hand settle him. 

It’s a beautiful day today. 

They are meeting the rest of their family at the cemetery. There are flowers waiting in the truck. 

He’s not okay. He’ll never be okay. There will always be an empty space where Bobby should be. But - holding his husband’s hand, standing side by side with his family, telling stories or letting the silence speak for itself - he thinks he will be.

Bobby said so himself.

[aniisol]

ren "i'll be rid of the evil in his heart" dog versus martyn "i can't be evil if i'm dead" inthelittlewood

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Two digital drawings showing Colin Becher and Teddy Vaughn. Each image has a bust and a full body drawing of each of them on a gray background. Colin is a skinny white man with short blonde hair and a receding hairline, a scruffy mustache and patchy beard, arm hair, blue eyes and eye bags. He's wearing silver stud earrings, rectangular glasses with yellow lenses, a pale blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, blue cuffed jeans with brown plaid knee patches, a brown belt, blue and white striped socks, and brown sneakers. He also has a pen and an ID card hanging from his shirt pocket. His brow his furrowed in frustration in both drawings and his hands are balled into fists in the full body.

Teddy is a fat bald black man with dark brown skin and a goatee and mustache. He is wearing small gold hoop earrings, a pale yellow button down, gold tie, gold and brown argyle sweater vest, dark brown trousers, and a brown belt and brown shoes. He is smiling in both drawings and he is waving in the full body. end ID]

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drew the guys. baldy rockin baddies for the win.

and i have already updated my colin since drawing this one so that is soon to come!

[commodorez]

Acorn Electron

September ??, 2023 - February 22nd, 2025

[darrelneverwentsoc]

thank you bethmarie for this photo that absolutely destroyed me :’)

[mattdevil]

When he is acquitted of all charges

[misshoneyimhome]

Leafs Instagram

[arthursfuckinghat]

"Insist..?"

[only-lonely-star]

IM DHAKING I GOT SO MANY HUGS AND HE KISSED MY HESD TWICE

HE SIGNED EVERYTHKMG AND CALLED ME SWEET SOPHIA AND TOLDNME TO DTAY GOLD

AND I GOT TO PUT THE BRACELET ON HIM AND HE HELD MY HAND

AND HE CALLED ME BABE AND SAID COME ON HERE GIRL

THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE SOMEONE WAKE ME UP OMG

HE WAS SO FUCKUJF SWEET AND HE JUST HELD ME AND TOLD MW TO STAY GOLD

HE TOLD ME GOD BLESS LIKE 3 TIMES

I KEPT CRYONG SND TALKING AND TALKING OFMG

[softringing]

sometimes when I remember that firefly described sampo as "someone who's been trained to use daggers all his life" (not exactly what she said), I wonder what could've made a person spend their lifetime mastering the use of daggers other than self defence...

There's definetly an implication that Sampo's childhood might have been so rough that he didn't have a choice but to protect himself at a young age. Not to mention, sampo sees business relationships as the purest kind (we don't know if he's sincere ABT this or not since he's still keeping with his 'scammer act")> meaning that he never had a proper healthy relationship or maybe he did but something (like betrayal theories) made him realise that such things are fragile.

I'd like to also add that when firefly said this, sparkle was disguised as sampo but firefly, who is considered a very dangerous person, only judging someone by their outer appearance COULS just sense Sampo's danger from his build alone.

Ur telling me a stelleron hunter with a high bounty who is also a killing machine got wary of sampo? Our dear harmless friend who's always watered down to a 'scammer' by the fandom?

I really wish we could get some lore drops ABT him in amphoreus even if it's subtle. He's implied to be an emanator of aha after all! He should leave some trace if he's well known which we got to see when he broad casted belebog's crisis to the tavern

Im gonna try my best not to pull for amphoreus characters to save up for sampo but Im scared his future 5* team might end up having some characters from amphoreus, BC for example, when topaz came out, she wasn't really good alone until the whole deal of FUA began....

Sighhh it's hard to be deranged for a character who barely gets screentime yet hinted to be very lore relevant in the future but we ball with what we've got!