#off to a nap now

[you-will-return]

Girlies, we've made it

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[duckyjokes]

Something I need people to understand, especially able-bodied people but I've gotten this from other disabled folk as well, is that yeah I could be doing more, but oftentimes I have to choose between doing what's required of me and what's good for me.

Yeah, I probably could get all of my schoolwork done no problem, but I'm so exhausted after just going to school that doing anything more than lying in bed for a few hours would cost me. Can I physically get up? Yeah, I do when my parents demand it of me, but it's not good for me.

I've tried doing more, I've tried pushing myself to do the things that I need to get done, it just doesn't work. I'll just be even more exhausted, I'll just be in more pain, and it's not fair.

Please stop reminding me of my "potential". Please stop telling me that I'm "not trying my hardest". I know that. Sometimes my hardest is hard on me.

[sysig]

For Requestober

Papyrus and Sans cozily hugging each other in soft clothes😭😭😭

(well this is literally first time I did this hope didn't do anything wrong)

Day 10 - Sleepy snoozey skeletons

[salmonlyster]

someone make up a good ship name for these two while i go crazy

[leashybebes]

Kiss meme: BucjTommy, 34, to pretend

whoops, angst incoming. thanks for playing!

Buck can't even claim that he didn't intend this. He took Eddie to the airport, wearing the same fake smile he's been wearing for weeks, so familiar now that it's starting to make his jaw hurt. He went as far as he could, smile still pinned into place, gave Eddie a warm hug and a slap on the back at departures, promising to see him soon.

Then he drove to a bar, where he got methodically drunk enough that looking at the Uber app stopped making him feel a little curl of shame, until the thing he wanted to do felt like a good idea.

So now he's here, in front of his ex-boyfriend's house, and he's drunk enough that he doesn't remember getting out of the car, doesn't remember walking up the path, doesn't remember knocking on the door. He does remember thinking on the way over - god, what if some other guy opens the door?

What happens is even worse - because Tommy opens the door and for a split second it's like he's forgotten, like the gorgeous smile that curves its way across his face at the sight of Buck is a reflex. But then it drops away, and Tommy's hand tightens on the doorframe. Buck sees his mouth start to shape a word and he can't - he can't hear Tommy ask what he's doing here, or tell him to leave, he can't.

"Everybody leaves me," he says, and that's not what he meant to say, but Tommy's face falls.

"You're drunk," he says carefully.

"Eddie left. You left. Tommy, I'm - I'm so alone."

Tommy's jaw tightens. "Come in," he says, and Buck crosses the threshold of a house he never thought he'd enter again.

Tommy's hand hovers over his elbow, not quite making contact, and he steers Buck to the couch, disappears, reappears a moment later with a glass of water that he carefully presses into Buck's hands. Buck holds it and looks at it, but doesn't make a move to drink.

Tommy crouches down in front of him instead of sitting next to him on the couch. Buck hates that, even as he likes the way Tommy looks looking up at him, his eyes dark and concerned.

"What do you mean, Eddie left?"

"Moved back to Texas," Buck says. "For the best. Chris is more important. But it - Tommy, it hurts."

Tommy sighs and unfolds from his crouch to sit next to him on the couch, finally touching him, even if it's only with a carefully platonic hand on the shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Buck. Can you drink some water for me?"

Buck does as Tommy asks, gulping down half the glass of water in a couple of mouthfuls.

"Take it easy," Tommy says gently and Buck drinks the rest of the water more slowly. He looks around as he does it - Tommy's place looks exactly the same as it does in his memory, as it did the last time he was here. It's like a time capsule, like he's been transported back to before.

Tommy takes the glass from him and leans forward to place it on the coffee table and when he comes back, Buck reaches out, fumbles a grab for his collar. Fumbles an attempt to land a kiss on his mouth.

Tommy stiffens and straightens up, taking himself further away, and it aches.

"Buck," he says gently, and it's the worst thing Buck's heard since 'they're not in LA, they're in El Paso'.

"Please. Just once. Just let me pretend."

"Buck - "

"Don't - don't, not that."

"Evan…" Tommy's voice breaks on the word, like Buck's doing exactly what Tommy was afraid he would do, like he's breaking Tommy's heart, right here, in real time. But he opens up his arms and lets Buck fall into him, and he kisses his hairline, just like he used to.

Buck closes his eyes and he presses a kiss to Tommy's collarbone where his face has landed and he pretends just as hard as he can.

[quirinah]

oomfs started playing a certain visual novel recently

[moeblob]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kinkykinard]

a lil domestic bucktommy inspired by the pneumonia i'm fighting rn

imagine buck getting sick one day, coming down with a fever but he either won't admit it or just assumes he's overtired and doesn't say anything. he's washing dishes in the kitchen and starts to feel terrible and tommy catches him leaning over the sink, hands braced on the counter, head dropped down and breathing a little hard. He puts his hands on buck's hips, turns him around, and catches the flush on buck's face. he reaches up and presses the back of his hand to buck's forehead and gives a low whistle when he feels how hot buck is. buck protests a little, tries to insist he's fine, but tommy leads him into the bedroom and carefully strips him down a bit so he's not overheating in his sweats and hoodie. he disappears into the bathroom for a minute and comes back with the thermometer, checks buck's temperature, sees just how high his fever is. he wants to get some meds on board but he wants something that might work a little sooner to help relieve buck's misery in the meantime so he strips him down the rest of the way, steers him into the bathroom, and runs him a tepid bath. buck shivers when he gets in and protests at first, but eventually quiets down as he gets used to the water temperature. tommy sits on the ledge of the tub next to him with a cloth, dipping it in the cool water and wiping down buck's face, shoulders, neck, chest, cooling him down little by little until the fever breaks and buck starts to shiver. he coos soft praises at buck as he helps him out of the water and wraps him up in an oversized towel to get him dried off.

back in the bedroom, buck wants his warmest, coziest pyjamas but tommy brings him a pair of boxers and an old, threadbare t-shirt instead, not wanting to risk him temp spiking again by dressing him up too warmly. he tries to tuck buck into bed for a quick nap while he goes to fix buck some of nonna's pastina but buck is clingy when he's sick. so, instead, tommy leads him back into the kitchen and settles him on a chair at the dining table with a light blanket and a fresh mug of lemon and honey tea to keep him comfortable. the coughing starts soon after that and before tommy can suggest a quick nap again, buck moves to the couch himself. all tommy gets back from the living room when he reminds buck not to pile on the blankets is a groan and it'll have to do until tommy can go check on the situation for himself because the pastina is threatening to boil over.

by the time the soup is done and tommy brings a bowl along with some crackers and a fresh cup of tea out to the living room, buck is snoring softly. he's coccooned in all three of the blankets tommy keeps on the couch for cool nights and tommy can't help but shake his head with a small, indulgent smile. setting the tray down on the coffee table, he reaches for buck's forehead, feeling for a fever, relieved to find none. he leans in to press a soft kiss to buck's forehead with a whispered sleep well, sweetheart before moving over to the armchair in the corner of the room and picking up the book he's got on the go.

evan's soft, even breathing provides the perfect backdrop for his book and tommy rests easy, feeling blessed to have the pleasure and the privilege of looking after someone so near and dear to him after so many lonely nights before evan had found his way into his life.

[gojoest]

i just want to let you know that the first thing mr vienna did after arriving at my house was to stop in front of my gojo figures and formally ask for his blessing 😭 he was like “look, i don’t think i can fight you but will you let me take care of her?” 😭

[bardengarde]

I JUST COMMISSIONED THIS BEAUTIFUL AND TENDER BEEJHAWK PIECE FROM MY FRIEND @doodlehistory PLEASE BE INSANE ABOUT IT WITH ME

[selfshipsnail]

Awesome idea, Kinito! Let’s work on the wording

[greenlaut]

[WIP] altair wake up your rival is bringing you tea and dates

[qprpbj]

soda made the tiktok and johnny made the comment 🙂‍↕️

[3idiotsandarainbow]

Which one of you is the most babygirl coded, and if y’all can’t decide, then let the fans decide (poll)/nf/hj

-s

We all definitely have our own opinions about this... But I'll let you guys decide for now *wink wink*

- Mizu

[humblemooncat]

Guess who's finally finished his Endwalk!

If there is one phrase that has defined this man throughout his journey, it is this.

Considering I rushed him through ARR to take this specific gpose set, and then fell in love with him from then on, I wanted to echo it in homage to where he started, and how far he's come.

I love this big, dumb orange cat with my whole heart, and I'm so happy I ran back through the story with him.

Now it's time to see him off to Tural for his next journey.

But first, a Void adventure. :3c