#it's FLUFFY!

[cjlouwho]

I wrote my bucktommy stargazing as an astroid is set to hit fic. There's no actual death here, but the topic is discussed.

"So, how's it happen?"

"What?"

Tommy gave Evan a pointed look. "How's it happen?" he repeated.

Buck looked away from him, opting to stare up at the sky. "I don't know," he answered. "I didn't look it up."

"Really, Evan?" Tommy sat up on his elbows, the ridges from the bed of his truck digging into his skin uncomfortably. "Our last night on Earth and you're gonna lie to me?"

Buck rolled his eyes, but opened up his hand and waited. Tommy took it without hesitation, and laid back down. "Okay, obviously I looked it up."

"Obviously."

"It's not pretty."

"Didn't think it would be. Death by asteroid doesn't exactly sound like an easy way to go."

"Well," Buck scooted closer to Tommy, shivering slightly, "I don't think we'll suffer or anything. It's just, wh- when it hits, we- we'll most likely die from the shockwaves. The, uh, the winds will be strong enough to flatten the city. We're," he paused to clear his throat. "We're so close to the approximated impact site that our, um, our internal organs will probably rupture because of the pressure."

"Yikes," Tommy deadpanned. "Really not pretty."

"Yeah, really not pretty."

They kept staring up at the sky. For the moment, it was quiet. It looked just like any other night. Stars shining brightly, crickets chirping, trees swaying slightly in the light wind.

They had found a spot in the middle of nowhere, somewhere along the highway. Everyone had tried to escape. Get as far away from Los Angeles as possible. There was a chance, on the east coast. Instead of dying instantly, they might get a few more months before the food supply ran out and they starved.

Buck and Tommy had stayed behind until the LAFD gave up. 911 disconnected for good and everyone was told they were on their own.

They escaped the chaos of the city, but couldn't get too far. Too many cars, too many blocked roads, not enough gas, and not enough time.

"There's still a chance," Buck whispered in the space between them. "Karen's still working. There's a chance."

Tommy nodded. "Maybe," he replied. But he knew the odds. They both did. He turned onto his side, wrapping an arm around Buck's waist. "I'm okay though," he assured Buck. "If it doesn't work out with Karen, I- I'm okay. I mean, I'd rather my organs not rupture," he added, getting a laugh out of Buck, "but everything else. Being with you. I'm okay."

Buck smiled. He curled onto his side, bringing a hand to Tommy's cheek and pressing a kiss against his lips. For the first time in his life, he felt nothing but peace. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'm okay too."

[frontmansdefender]

[ur-daily-inspiration]

Unique coat colors on cats 🖤

[sea-salted-wolverine]

My fucking cat has figured out how to gently dig his claws into my eyelid and pull my eyes open while I'm sleeping. He does this. It does not hurt. He is remarkably precise and gentle. I however am asleep when it happens and do not appreciate being clockwork oranged by a needy clingy goddamn animal who thinks he needs attention.

[caats]

[maviyenot]

[only-cat-memes]

[daily-spooky]

[spicymochi]

sitting and pondering

[kii-tty]

[makenna-made-this]

Okkkkkk so where is Chicken Miku?

Anon the way i dropped everything when i saw this

HATSUNE BEAK-U

(based on the Onagadori chicken breed)

[ionomycin]

phoenix and the priestess

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[wishfulsketching]

Oh if only

[caats]

A Family portrait during the Spanish Flu, 1918 ♡