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[setmeatopthepyre]

Since you asked:

BT - Having their hair washed by the other 😘

okay so. I didn't actually get to the hair washing but. it is mentioned? oops. set post-8x15 in some nebulous near-future after Buck gets injured (how? who knows. who cares!) so heads up for spoilers and references to events in 8x11 and 8x15.

[bucktommy | 1043 words | spoilers for 8x11 and 8x15]

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“My hair feels gross,” Evan groans, wincing as he runs the fingers of his left hand through his - definitely greasy - curls.

“Good morning to you, too,” Tommy deadpans, turning back to-- whatever he’d been doing when Evan had walked in, sleep-rumpled and scowling and fidgeting with his sling, his shirt, his hair.

Fruit. Right. He’d been cutting up fruit. He takes a deep, steadying breath, trying not to think of the last time they’d been here, in this kitchen, with Tommy making breakfast. Right after they’d hooked up. Right before Evan had told him he didn’t have feelings for him.

Evan is silent for a while. Tommy can’t help but glance up. Their eyes meet, and something open and vulnerable and complicated looks back at him. His voice is soft, still a little gravelly with sleep when he finally speaks. “Thank you.”

“Hm?”

Evan steps closer, hesitant. “For being here,” he clarifies. “For me.”

It isn’t a question, and there is no pretending he’s doing this it for someone else, for Howie, this time. Not like back in the helicopter, before he’d admitted to it anyway, before Bobby--

Tommy clears his throat. Nods. “Of course.” He puts down the knife, rinses and dries his hands. Immediately regrets not having something to do with his hands anymore.

“I could help,” he offers, and Evan blinks at him. “With your hair. I could--” he glances around the kitchen, “-- could move a chair in here, have you sit by the sink, wash your hair like that? Since, you know, your arm--”

Shit, was he overstepping? Had Evan mentioned it because he wanted help, or was he just making an observation? Maybe Evan was perfectly fine in the shower using just his left arm, maybe he wasn’t as full-body sore as he thought he would be, maybe--

“You’ve seen me naked before,” Evan says, head tipped to the side a little.

“That was different,” he replies.

“Was it?” The look in his eyes is a little daring, a little dangerous.

“Wasn’t it?” Tommy retorts, arms crossing across his chest.

“You’re here,” Evan says, like that should be answer enough.

“To help you.”

“You always do.”

Yes, Tommy wants to say, because I’m crazy about you, but that’s my problem, not yours. He doesn’t. Instead, he says, “I could leave, if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t want you to,” Evan says, and Tommy is distantly surprised to find his heart is still capable of cracking a little more. Evan’s eyes widen. “Uh--” he says. “Leave,” he adds.

Tommy uncrosses his arms, flexes his hands, pats his pockets for his keys-wallet-phone. “I don’t-- I don’t want you to leave.” Evan stumbles over his words, steps closer with sure steps, winces at the movement. “Tommy.”

He’s close now, big blue eyes searching, and Tommy feels his resolve crumble again. Jesus, he really is gone for this kid. It's going to be the death of him, one of these days. He's sure of it.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, tries to locate his spine somewhere in the meantime. When his eyes open again, Evan is still looking at him, eyes wide and pleading.

“Please,” Evan says.

“Ok,” Tommy’s mouth replies before his brain can catch up. “Ok, but, Evan--” he reaches out on auto-pilot, catches himself in time, drops his hand again, Evan’s eyes tracking his every movement. “I want to help you. But if this doesn’t mean anything to you--” he forces himself to say, “-- then I don’t think I-- I can’t--” his mouth is too dry all of a sudden, his eyes too wet.

He doesn’t realize he’s looked away until Evan lets out a pained hiss and plants one big, warm hand on Tommy’s elbow at the same time. “What-- What do you mean?” he asks.

Tommy feels like an idiot, feels like he’s ripping open his chest and painting a big red bullseye on his heart, but he’s started this and so he has to see it through. He thinks of Bobby. Thinks of Evan in that hallway. He breathes in, meets Evan’s gaze. Tries to feel brave. Doesn’t. Decides to act like it anyway.

“I love you,” he says, feeling like someone’s gripping his vocal chords and squeezing tight. “I know you don’t, uh, have feelings for everyone you sleep with, but I do. Have feelings for you. I love you, Evan. I want--” He forces air into his lungs and out again. “I want to help you, I want to be there for you, but if you don’t-- if you--”

Evan is staring at him, his mouth open just a little bit. It should look dumb. It does, kind of. But it’s Evan.

Tommy’s not sure what words he’s said and hasn’t said, feels like they’re all sticking to the roof of his mouth, desperately wants a glass of water but can’t look away. He tries for another breath instead. “You know I can’t say no to you,” he says, voice cracking a little pathetically. “So please don’t ask me to.”

Evan is still staring. His eyes sparkle like a galaxy has just blinked into existence inside of them. Tommy’s hands itch. Evan’s hand has fallen away from his elbow.

He should probably leave.

“You’re not running,” Evan says faintly.

Tommy doesn’t know what to say to that, feels caught.

“You’re still here,” Evan says, the corners of his mouth curling up. God, he’s beautiful. “Y-You said all that, and you’re still here.”

“I… am?” He’s not sure he means it as a question, can’t really think about it with how Evan is looking at him. Beaming at him. Something hopeful carefully unfurls in his chest. It should hurt more than it does.

“You’re here. A-and you love me. Me.”

Tommy searches Evan’s face, tries to find anything, any little hint that he’s about to get his heart dashed against the rocks again. He doesn’t find it. He nods. “I am.” His throat feels rough. “I do.”

Evan reaches out, suddenly, winces again but that wide, wide grin is right back on his face in a heartbeat as he takes Tommy’s hand in his uninjured one. “Tommy,” he says. “Help me wash my hair?”

Tommy swallows.

“Of course,” he says.

[choodraws]

I JUST ORDERED SOME OF YOUR STICKERS AND THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY GLORIOUS

I’ve been following you for so many years on this blog and I adore your work so much. Now I have little stickers to caress lightly and put on all my notebooks and scare/confuse my relatives with 🥲 Thank you, keep shining xxx

thank you so much! i really appreciate it, i love hearing about and seeing what people have been putting my stickers on! 😭💖 i hope they continue to be a fun addition to your stuff and confusing to your relatives.

[ival-eon]

fuck it cherokee miku

i wanna see more indigenous mikus make it happen 🫵

[prideknights]

Feedback needed

Hey everyone, for this year’s Pride I wonder what you would like me to create designs for Current suggestions are: patches, bookmarks, t-shirts & hoodies, coat of arms pins You can vote here

[duckydrawsart]

17 for the kiss prompts! 💜

kiss on the underside of the jaw 💋

[sourcxre]

silly Wally thingy (:

i saw another artist (@//aljsthings) do this meme with Wally and wanted to make my own!

thank you <3

[coolnonsenseworld]

They'd look too good together

This print brought me so much joy to make, it's a goldmine of tropes and stories!! And I thought, that if you have any, you could tell me a post-canon headcanon that you think could make a cute sticker? 👀

Last 10 days to pre-order in USD (but if you prefer EUR, it opens soon) mmezzy.bigcartel.com

[ponypaltrail]

YOUR DIRK ART IS SO FUN!!!! I REALLY LOVE IT !!!!!!!!

[pneumaticshift]

why is your hal so hot... it should have been me not bruce /j

He can't help it, he was born this way

[ky-landfill]

First I love your art. It's GORGEOUS

Second please please please please do some jayroy. I beg you

Luv you

[snailspng]

hi i just found your blog and i wanted to tell you that you have a positively amazing eye for beauty. so incredible! bye!

_@•”

^ snail emoticon i crafted for you by hand

Please, look at this (carved citrine chick emerging from an agate geode egg):

[landosjpg]

CONGRATS ON 1K NELL! you deserve it <3

pls can you write a drabble with falling asleep in landos arms for the first time🥹 thank youuuuuu

saturday night. it wasn’t usual for lando to be free during the weekend; but luckily he had some free time after a double header. and he had reached out, asking if you were up for a quiet night in at his place. you weren’t dating just yet, not ready for the commitment of a relationship when he was away so much.

it also was the first time he invited you over. used to going on dates and going separate ways after a few hours, at first it made you nervous. but his presence was calming, and soon you found yourself with his arms wrapped around you with a cheesy movie in the background, sweet nothings whispered in between soft kisses.

kiss. the doorbell rings. “dinner,” he mumbles. you feel cold when he gets up. but it only takes him one minute to come back. kiss. you eat. giggles. kiss. and one more kiss.

“you wanna move to bed?” he whispered against your ear, his breath on your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

you two had lied down on the couch again as soon as you finished your food, your back flush against his chest, his arms around your frame.

“no,” you mumbled. “let’s finish the movie first.”

at your words, lando chuckled. the exhaustion in your voice was more than noticeable, but he didn’t push it. instead, he just murmured a soft “okay”, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

gentle kisses and the steady sound of his breath lulled you to sleep, his arms tightening his grip around you as he felt how your breathing slowed down.

a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he admired the view before him; you, asleep in his arms. safe. and he thought, that was a sight he could get used to.

with a last kiss to the nape of your neck, he whispered the words he had been afraid of saying out loud before letting himself doze off,

“i love you”.

[cassolotl]

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[fluffyfangirl]

So... @mikeslawyer, I hope I did your ask prompt justice! (because I loved it, thank you so much for it). (Continue for without the doodles.)

[muletia]

puppy!speedsters...... save me puppy!speedsters....

id like to imagine when you scratch the speedster either on the chin or in a hard to reach spot they just fully lean into it and make the cutest little grumbles/engine purrs🫶

also the zoomies part is so funny to me i cant stop giggling. imagine you havent seen your speedster in a week and when you hop into their alt mode they rush to a nearby empty parking lot and do donuts or smthn LMAO

btw i love your work, they feed my brain worms so well Thank you❤️❤️❤️

YES. The engine purring part is so real, ughhhh, it's so adorable. They feel so good that they do it automatically. If you don’t point it out, they won’t even realize that their biology betrays them.

And that’s exactly how I imagine speedster zoomies. Donuts, drifts, and driving at a speed that pins you to the seat. It’s better to let them burn off their energy unless you want to be attacked with kisses in their second mode <3