#sunday seven

[tacosaysroar]

7

For those curious about what happened with the AI notes from earlier this week, Dolores was a no-show at our Thursday meeting. I won’t have the chance to speak with her alone until Tuesday.

I’m helping to throw a baby sprinkle for my work partner and have been tasked with making a diaper cake. I’ve never done this before — I mean, probably most people haven’t? — but it looks pretty easy on YouTube. Fingers crossed.

We decorated the tree tonight (finally). Adelaide and I each made a mug of chai and were taking turns annoying each other by slurping it. At one point, I looked up from my mug and Adelaide was slowly raising her mug to her lips with BIG eyes and I did an actual spit take . . . all over two pieces of furniture, my purse, my work bag, and my laptop. Whoops.

This is a random one, but I was watching a squirrel cross the road the other day and I’m just so amused by how they pull their tails in tight to their butts to go into turbo mode. (You were warned.)

I put two items on Offer Up a week ago. I had pretty immediate interest on both, one woman messaging “SOLD!!” and both people asking when I was available to meet. I gave them very open options for this weekend. I even agreed to meet in the next town over. Didn’t hear a peep from either all weekend. UGH.

My not-very-old television has kicked the bucket — cue the “sometimes expensive is worse” gif — so NFA is going to help me pick a new one this coming weekend. He’s been in research mode since we discussed, sending articles and texting questions and seems genuinely excited, which is making what would otherwise be kind of an annoying task actually pretty fun.

God, I love eggnog season. If I could continue purchasing it after the holidays, it would really do a lot to take the sting out of January and February.

[magsinhiding]

I caught my dad up on the Taylor Swift news and he was so deeply uninterested.

Both mom and dad are recovering from covid. It’s not been so bad this time around for them, though my dad is taking longer to recover because his immune system is shot from the cancer treatments.

I am surrounded by babies: went to a good friend’s one year birthday for her son. My other good friend is due in 9 days and another friend just texted me today that she’s pregnant with her second.

Got a good walk in around red hook, where I never go. We walked home through Carroll gardens and Gowanus, and I felt really grateful. We get to be on this planet with trees and dogs and brownstones and walk in perfect weather on this Sunday afternoon.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how to be a better friend, how to show up for a support people and also show up and support myself. I often feel like it’s an inconvenience to ask people to hang out or worry people don’t actually like me that much. Then I end up being a shitty friend and shitty to myself.

I am writing this here so I hold myself accountable to get an appointment with a therapist this week. I talked to my mom last week and she asked me how I was handling dad’s cancer, and I answered not at all. Now I feel I have space to process, mourn the fact that he has cancer and be a little less emotionally constipated about it.

Why does all pain connect? The pain of my father’s illness linked to the pain of my extended family estrangement and my self esteem, feelings of inadequacy. It’s never just one thing, it’s all the things.

[dariabcampbell]

I don’t know how I feel about posting personal thoughts here again. Maybe I’ll just try and flex that muscle a little occasionally and see how it works out.

I always wait too late to wrap presents and then i end up wrapping right before we go to whatever gift exchange gathering. It’s like dressing all the way up for a two hour event and then coming back home to put on sweats immediately.

We had our first big family gift thing yesterday, and I had the burden/pleasure of getting in my mother’s face about pestering my eldest with family demands and stressing her out. We aren’t doing that bullshit anymore, and you’re not passing on that lunacy to my kids. I will stand in that breach all damn day if I have to.

I feel like I'm walking a fine line at this point where I'm trying to love my elders as much as possible, because I know their time is limited, but I'm also drawing hard lines about behaviors and the way they get to speak to me and mine. This looney toon cycle has to stop.

I just looked at the time and startled because it’s approaching the dinner hour. Then I remembered all the leftovers in the fridge. Y’all are going to live off sandwiches and leftovers all week, so get used to it.

I did my nails on Friday and they’re super pearlescent deep green, and I feel fancy. I never do my nails in the summer because of gardening, so winter is my fancy nail season.

I need to purge this house of extraneous crap before we get too many gift gatherings under our belt. This place is ridiculous.

Ok that’s all my thoughts for now. Time to get back to gift wrapping…

[dewitty1]

Sunday (Seven)

Got rained out of the market yesterday. It was slow and kind of miserable anyway.(。-ω-)ﾉ

Meant to post my blathering but watched Jesus Camp, and got really upset (traumatized), and had to chill. (╯︵╰,)

Got started this week on a project for a customer who apparently has a lot of projects for me to do, which is fine, but, I wouldn't mind if he spaced them out instead of tacking a bunch on to this first project and wanting it all done in a short amount of time. Like whoa, dude, I'm only one person here, cool it.(ง •̀_•́)ง

We had lovely rain for two days. (Yes, even if it rained me out of "work")ヽ(*���∇⌒*)ﾉ

The hummingbirds have been going to work at my feeders this summer! I love it!ヾ(◍’౪`◍)ﾉﾞ♡

The Thursday market was a bit slow too, and so humid. And the people, OMGGGGGGG. Idk why I'm surprised at how icky their attitudes were, since we're are on the conservative side of Washington.s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

I love the warmer weather, and I love being warm, rather than cold, but when it's almost 100°F (38°C) this early (last week) that's a bit ridiculous. ( p′︵‵。)

[pixelorei]

Harmony tuning GONE WRONG !!

Sunday’s plan backfired a bit but we move!

[librathefangirl]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THE DEMON BROS (and a big fuck you to the demon king)

[intrepidacious]

Happy Sunday!

For seven sentence drabbles: Steve Rogers in love with the avengers assistant please 🥺

change of plans | s.r.

a/n: in case you couldn't tell, i love writing smitten steve 🥰

"And then at five you have that—Steve, are you even listening to me?"

"Hmm," he says and you have to resist the urge to smack him in the back of the head with your planner; he has that weird look on his face again that he always gets when you’re just trying to be on your best professional behavior, that distant smile combined with his most attentive gaze. He contemplates you like an artist trying to figure out the best way to map out perspectives, and you know from experience it means he hasn’t taken in a single word of what you’ve just said.

"Remind me to up your caffeine in the morning," you murmur, remembering something you wanted to ask Bruce about and hastily scribbling down a couple of notes while continuing your walk to the elevator; you don’t even notice you’re about to run into a wall before Steve holds out his hand to stop you just in time.

"About that," he says, clearing his throat, "you wanna get coffee with me some time?"

It’s your turn to stare at him, then, wide-eyed and frozen to the spot; his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink, then, which makes it unlikely that you might have misheard him and so you blink a few times before you hear yourself reply, "I’ll clear your schedule."

And it’s a good thing you’ve taken down those notes earlier because the smile splitting his face makes your mind go completely blank.

[henrygrass]

(Pretend it's Seven) Sentence Sunday

I have been thinking about Andrea a lot this past week. So, here's a short scene with her! Thank you for the tags @ironheartwriter @nisbanisba

“Okay, mi amor,” Andrea says, scooping the avocado into a bowl. “Now we need some lime juice to bring out the flavor.” 

She glances over at Jonah, who is standing on a sturdy step stool beside her, peering over the counter. His bright yellow apron, which is just a bit too big for him, is splattered with a few drops of tomato that Jonah chopped with his plastic knife. 

Smiling, she hands him a small lime, already cut in half. “Can you squeeze this for me?”

“Yes, abuela!” he squeals, his face lighting up. 

Jonah hovers his hand over the bowl and squeezes with all his might, his face scrunching up and his tongue peeking out. 

“¡Muy bien!” she says, leaning down to kiss him on the head. She adds a pinch of salt and hands Jonah a wooden spoon. “Do you want to help me stir?” 

He nods and reaches for the spoon, his little fingers gripping it tightly. Andrea wraps her hand around Jonah’s, gently guiding him. 

Jonah’s low hum fills the kitchen as they mash and mix the ingredients together—a tune Andrea recognizes: the same one she and Carlos would hum when he was little and they cooked together often. 

From the garden, she hears Carlos’ booming voice: “TK, don’t!”. 

She moves the curtain aside with her hand just in time to witness TK spray Carlos with the water hose before darting in the opposite direction, with Carlos chasing after him. 

Chuckling, she reaches for the cilantro, joining Jonah in his humming.

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[theotherbuckley]

Several Sentence Sunday

I’m alive guys.. I haven’t posted much lately because uni is once again kicking my ass but here’s a snippet from my bucktommy meeting at physio fic au. These men have basically just met and I’m already wanting to smush their faces together and make them kiss but we are so far away from that 😭

He manoeuvres himself until he’s sitting again, closing his eyes as he leans against the wall, trying not to feel sorry for himself.

His phone vibrates in his pocket but he ignores it, knowing it’s probably Maddie asking about his appointment. He’s not ready to answer her yet.

It vibrates again and Buck sighs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. To his surprise it’s not Maddie, warmth rushes to his cheeks when he sees the messages.

Unknown:

Get home okay?

It’s Tommy 🚁

He’s so kind, checking in to see if he’s okay, even though he drove him home. Buck would cry if he wasn’t already doing so.

His hands shake as he types back, adrenaline and pain rendering his body useless.

Buck:

Elevator broke

A series of dots appear on his screen, indicating Tommy’s typing, before they disappear. It’s hard not to feel disappointed.

He tries to force his mind back onto other things, namely getting up the rest of the stairs before his phone vibrates, this time for longer, Tommy’s new contact flashing on the screen as his call comes through.

Buck stares at the screen, mouth dropping open slightly before he rushes to answer, bringing the phone to his ear.

“T—Tommy?” Buck asks, voice wavering as he speaks. He doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed before Tommy is speaking into his ear.

“Are you okay, Evan?” Tommy says, concern evident in his voice.

“I—” he means to say he’s fine, but there’s something about the worry in Tommy’s voice, or maybe just Tommy in general, that stops him from lying, “I’m sitting on the stairs,” Buck admits as another tear rolls down his cheek. He knocks his head against the wall, closing his eyes and sighing, hiccuping slightly.

“Stay right, there,” Tommy commands. Buck’s in too much pain to properly understand what he’s doing.

“Okay,” Buck whispers.

It could be 10 seconds or 10 minutes later, that Buck opens his eyes to Tommy rushing through the doors to the apartment. Buck doesn’t have a chance to question it because Tommy is right there next to him. He has his large hands wrapped around his face, his thumbs hover over his cheeks like he’s considering wiping his tears away but thinks better of it.

Buck finds himself disappointed that he doesn’t, craving those calloused fingers to wipe away his pain. He wants to lean into those hands, let Tommy hold him, and comfort him — so he does, he can always pass it off as the pain making him delirious if he has to.

Tommy doesn’t question it, too busy checking Buck for any bruising, eyes darting over his body for signs of injury.

“Evan…” Tommy whispers, eyes wide and sad. Buck doesn’t like that look on his face, he much prefers the scrunchy smile. He squirms on the step, pushing his face further into Tommy’s palm to hide.

Tommy chuckles slightly, a soft noise that has warmth blooming in Buck’s chest. He thinks Tommy must have some sort of magic healing powers because he’s already feeling better in his presence.

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[magsinhiding]

I made a lemon turmeric cake for a brunch at my friend’s apartment yesterday.

Today I took a walk and got ice cream on the way back for the first time since the fall.

The porn bots are getting more explicit - the last two just had straight porn on them.

I vacuumed today and looked up towels to buy since mine are starting to fall apart. We also need a new bed and couch, but the expense is pissing me off.

We will watch the Oscar’s tonight, and even though I work tomorrow it’ll be from home and a job I enjoy. The Sunday scaries really hit different now.

A friend’s cat died this week. She was 19 but it made me realize all over again that none of us are here forever. I am determined that my cats will die with me, Notebook style, though.

I think more about writing a novel these days. Something a little silly, nothing too serious.

[bigfootsmom]

seven (ish) sentence sunday

thank you to my beloved @princessfbi for the tag (thank you to everyone else who keeps tagging me in things I’m sorry I’ve been kinda mia😭)

I guess I write coda fics now. The first thing I thought when the jet flew over buck was how tf can he still hear anything and then this was born

Prolonged exposure to loud noises can cause permanent hearing loss. The repeated abuse dampens the cochlear nerve and damages the little hairlike structures, the cilia, located in the ear canal. At 120 decibels can cause ear discomfort, 130 decibels leads to pain, and anything above 140 decibels can rupture an eardrum. Buck already understood all of that in an academic way. It had all been words he read on paper, but he’d never had any of the first hand experience. A jet engine can produce a sound as loud as 160 decibels, depending on proximity and Buck had been pretty damn proximal.

Buck is not thinking about cilia or decibels now. All he’s thinking is jet engines are really fucking loud as he braces an arm against the cement barrier and vomits all over the asphalt.

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[heartstringsduet]

Happy Sunday everyone <3 Enjoy these seven paragraphs from one of the upcoming snippets dedicated to TK in my fic Changed For Good. Thanks for tagging me @henrygrass @ironheartwriter @carlos-in-glasses @emsprovisions @strandnreyes @carlossreaders @nancys-braids

“Carlos’ husband is turning thirty,” Andrea says and turns around from whisking more buttercream. “I wanted to surprise him with a cake, but it can be nothing short of perfect, which is why you’re here as my guinea pigs.”

“Thirty," Mirella sighs. "God, remember being thirty?”

Edgar chimes in as he enters the kitchen. “TK, right? The handsome fella that you sent over to look at my arm when I fell off the ladder?”

“The paramedic?” Vivien asks, right behind her husband. “Is that the coma son-in-law?”

“Yes, yes!” says Mirella. “Andrea’s favorite son-in-law.”

Andrea tuts and shakes her head, filled with sugar and delight. “No, I love all of my son-in-laws equally. A mother doesn’t pick favorites.”

A mother absolutely picks favorites, Andrea thinks as she glances over into the mess she left behind in the kitchen and the rest of the first trial cake still to be eaten.

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[brain-rot-hour]

Eepin 🥹

[strandnreyes]

thanks @heartstringsduet @orchidscript !! and to everyone who has tagged me this past week! something extra long to make up for the missed days

“Detective Reyes reads romance novels?” he teases, already having way too much fun with this.

Carlos’ lips part slightly and they flounder like a fish out of water before he turns slightly rosy. “Shut up. I don’t want to read a thriller. I solve enough of my own cases, I don't need to solve fictional ones too.”

TK gasps and holds a hand to his chest. “Detective Reyes not wanting to think about work?”

Carlos takes a step forward and TK holds the book protectively to his chest. “Okay, stop,” he mutters quickly.

“You know how to have fun?” he continues, and Carlos lunges for him as TK pops up.

“Give me that back.”

“No! I’m reading it now!” TK calls out as he jogs around to the opposite side of the armchair as a barrier between the two of them. With a bit of space, he feels safe enough to glance at the pages again. “Jeremy is just about to make a move.”

Carlos grows more embarrassed as TK grows more delighted. “Stop it,” he pleads.

When TK glances at the next chapter, he sees a word that really makes him let out a giddy giggle. A month ago, he would’ve never believed that this is what Carlos does on nights off. Now, TK might actually be in love with him.

“Is this porny?” he accuses, faking a gasp like a scandalized church goer.

Carlos looks like he’s ready to hurdle the chair as he grows more jumpy. “TK, give me my book.”

TK laughs. “It totally is!”

Carlos darts for him again, and TK runs around the opposite side of the chair. But Carlos is too quick, he fakes right but actually goes left, a move that allows him to catch TK by the waist and take him to the floor. He laughs the entire time his back hits the hardwood because despite their mock wrestling, Carlos is still gentle with him.

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Here’s uhhhhh more than that from a buddietommy vacation threesome fic-

The day is hot enough that Buck is curled up like a bug on the dock between them. He’d stayed in the water longer than Tommy or Eddie had, and had swum out further than either of them, so when he’d crawled back up onto the old wood planks he’d chugged an entire water bottle and promptly passed out. Eddie glances down at his bare torso, just starting to get a little pink.

“Should probably get sunscreen on him again.”

Tommy snorts as he leans backwards, stretching out to grab the spray can. “And you’re worried you’ve forgotten how to be a dad.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says as Buck, still asleep, makes a similar sound when Tommy mists him all over with cold sunscreen. “It’s been months, man, that’s so long for a kid, who knows what he’s even into now-”

“Minecraft, right?” Tommy says as he smooths his hand over a few places the sunscreen pooled on his boyfriend’s back. “Wasn’t he on a video call with you and Buck about it for like three hours on Friday? Something about- uh- command blocks?”

Eddie is mildly impressed Tommy remembers the word — maybe — because he certainly doesn’t. Buck had only been slightly better at following along than he had as they’d squinted at the probably impressive pixels on the laptop screen. “I don’t know, I just feel like…” Every morning, still, he wakes up and thinks he needs to get Chris’ breakfast started. Whole parts of his being are wired around taking care of his kid, but since he’s been gone Eddie has been trying — in fits and starts and most of the time guiltily — to figure out what the rest of him is for. It’s part of what got him into the whole mess in the first place, chasing after the dreams of a 19 year old who got those dreams from his parents. A nice wife (but they never liked her, did they) and a good job (but firefighting is too dangerous, isn’t it) and a picket fence (one closer to home, Eddie, you’ve gone too far away.) So he owed it to Chris, owed it to himself, to figure out what the fuck he actually wants, so he doesn’t keep twisting himself into knots and taking out everyone around him when the line breaks. He’s not sure he’s any closer to whatever that is — other than it’s unlikely to include a wife of any kind — but in the time he’s taken trying, what if other things got lost in the upheaval? “I keep thinking I’ll just- not remember to do something. Forget how field trip permissions slips work, or not know what shoe size he wears, or- I don’t know. Anything. I won’t pack his lunch and it won’t be the end of the world but he’ll be hungry that day.”

Tommy leans back on his palms and looks across at him, quiet and thoughtful for a few moments in that way he has, like he’s thinking through every possible response before he speaks. He is, maybe; he’d confessed to Eddie that he’d spoken too quickly when he was younger, is embarrassed about a lot of the dumb shit he’d said, so he tries to take his time with his words now. “Eddie. You took us up here this weekend to check and make sure this place is accessible to take your kid to this summer. And- I get that’s a big thing, a big gesture, and maybe you’re worried about messing up the small stuff, but… You’ve still got his favorite kind of jelly in the fridge that nobody else eats. You love him, and he knows that. You’re gonna do fine.” He shrugs. “And he’s almost fourteen, if you forget to hand him lunch he’s gonna let you know.”

Eddie huffs a small laugh. “Yeah, I guess he will.” He groans a little, shaking his head. “Fourteen years old, that’s fucking crazy. I don’t feel old enough for that to be true.”

Tommy rolls his neck so it audibly cracks. “Yeah, yeah, you whippersnapper.”

Eddie grins at him. “You feeling the exercise, old man? Need to go lay down?” He cackles and leans away as Tommy grabs the can and sprays a burst of sunscreen at him.

Between them Buck grunts at the commotion, and rolls towards Eddie. He presses his face into the meat of his bare side above his trunks, and wraps his long arms around his torso. Eddie glances up at Tommy, who just looks fondly amused. “Uh. Wrong guy, there, bud.”

Buck stills, and then pulls back a little to squint up at him. Eddie’s not particularly ticklish, but something like goosebump are shivering across the skin of his stomach where Buck’s forearm rests against him. He has to actively try not to shudder as Buck pulls back and rolls the other way, Eddie watching hypnotized as he gives Tommy the same treatment. Buck presses a little kiss onto Tommy’s hip, in the spot he had just been cuddled into on Eddie, and Eddie’s mouth goes dry.

Tommy lets out a little breath, and Eddie doesn’t think he’ll be able to use the sun as an excuse for how pink he’s gotten as his eyes snap up to the other man’s face. Except- he’d been expecting a raised eyebrow, a flat mouth, some visual indicator of disapproval, that this is one step Buckandeddie too far, that all the rest of their codependent lives have been fine, a platonic kind of care built over years of being there for each other through the worst of the worst, but now the uncomfortable answer to what Eddie wants, the uncomfortable answer he’s been trying to avoid because it's something he cannot have, has been found out and the messy insides of him will have once again ruined something good. But what he finds is a tiny little smile and heavy eyes that-

Well, they don’t look disapproving in the slightest.

“You guys hungry?” Buck mutters, words muffled by Tommy’s skin. “We should go start the grill.”

Tommy’s little smile gets wide and lazy, eyes still stuck on Eddie. “I could eat,” he says.

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[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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