#tomorrow i promise i swear

[cursedhaglette]

i got too high to finish this one shot tonight i'm so sorry i feel so unsexy right now like really deep in my bones, but here, have a wee taste of what i plan to feed everyone tomorrow

[fl00mie]

oughh, BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PALETTE<33 ofc took the chance to draw them as a found family, and ink being over-emotional as a plus💖💥 ahh, 21 years, i didn't know he had grown so much

i would've loved to do something WAY bigger but inspiration never came as it should:( hope this is okay!

palette roller by @angeutblogo ink sans by @/comyet dream sans by @/jokublog

[hyperfocusthusly]

Say you’ll stay

Full disclosure this was meant to be my @bucktommyfluffebruary fic with the prompt ‘clingy boyfriend’ but I slipped and a bunch of angst spilt into it. I promise to return tomorrow with fluffy house husbands 🫶🏻

Notes: established relationship, sickfic | Rated: G | Words: 608

[Read on A03]

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As soon as Tommy picks up the phone Buck knows something is wrong. Tommy sounds rough, voice grating and his breath is audible even through the phone.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired.” He sounds exhausted and Buck knows he didn’t have a shift today so it can’t be that.

“You sure? You sound worse than just a bit tired.”

“I’m just-” he can practically hear Tommy worrying his bottom lip. “I’m just feeling a bit ill, it’s nothing really.”

“That would be more convincing if I couldn’t literally hear you wheezing.”

“Evan-”

“I’m coming over, at the very least to drop off some medicine.”

“We’re supposed to be-” he is cut off by a hacking cough. Buck flinches against the phone, waits for Tommy to get his breath back. “-supposed to be taking it slow” he finishes around heavy breaths.

“Yeah, but taking it slow means going at a pace that’s better for both of us, getting to know each other properly. It does not mean leaving you to suffer on your own just because we saw a movie together last night.”

Tommy can’t really argue with that, even if he had the breath too.

“Yeah, okay.” He takes as deep a breath as he can manage and gives Buck a quiet “thank you.”

——-

When Tommy finally answers the door, three knocks, two phone calls and a serious consideration of what it would take to break it down, Buck almost drops the carrier bag he’s holding.

Tommy catches his expression and runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

“-m fine.”

“You’re clearly not, I have eyes Tommy!”

Buck steps into the house, closing the door behind him. As they come into the kitchen he presses the back of his hand against Tommy’s forehead. Tommy blinks slowly and leans instinctively into the touch, seemly out of breath.

“You have a fever and,” Buck moves his hand down to cradle Tommy’s cheek, “you know that I love you, but you look terrible.”

Tommy’s face scrunches up at that, but he continues to lean on Buck. Buck puts the carrier bag on the kitchen side,

“Let’s just put that down there and then-” he stops, aware that he is taking on more of Tommy’s weight with each passing moment. Buck slips an arm around his waist and guides him back to the couch. With Tommy safely deposited, Buck looks over to the bag on the side, he’d bought several different medicines. He needed to check what doses were needed and which order they would be best in. He goes to straighten up, but finds himself unable to move.

There is a trembling hand clasped tightly in the front of his t shirt. Tommy tilts forwards and mumbles something into the fabric of Buck’s jeans.

Buck crouches down in front of him, concern written all over his face.

“What was that darling?”

Tommy meets his gaze, eyes red and swimming.“Will you-” he looks frightened for a moment, Buck places a reassuring hand on his knee. “Will you stay?”

Buck’s expression softens immediately, he leans toward closing the gap between them, resting their foreheads together.

“Of course I’ll stay,” he carefully untangles Tommy’s hand from the front of his t shirt, threads their fingers together instead. “I was never going to leave you.”

Tommy reaches out with his free hand and grasps at Buck, holding onto any part of him he can reach, pulling him closer. Buck goes easily, wrapping Tommy up in his arms.

“I’m going to look after you okay?”

Tommy nods gently from where he is pressed into the crook of Buck’s neck.

“Okay.”

Tagging some beloveds (as always let me know if you want to be added or removed);

@leashybebes @livelaughlou @loucifersbitch @dark-alice-lilith @mmso-notlikethat @laundryandtaxesworld @sad-girl-hours23 @hippolotamus @bucksaiga @littlepaws9 @evansbuck-ley @typicalopposite @jamieroyjamieroy

@moonydanny @teenmaximoff @bucksboobs @ohithankyou @bi-bi-buckleys @rubydaiquiri @hellion-child @aringofsalt @sweaters-and-silly @theotherbuckley @comfortingevanbuckley @epiphainie @wikiangela @bidisasterevankinard

@sunnywithachanceofbi @desert--moonchild @blitzynatural @actuallyitsellie @big-urchin-energy @fyrehose @buckleyskinards @owlgirl495 @honeyloulou @setmeatopthepyre @salty-autistic-writer @thecarrott

[mbirnsings-71]

guys I'm not gonna lie to you- I just wanted to draw wings today-

[loadedchekhovsgun]

hey guys does anyone want to take a swing and make a wild guess as to what my new (as of september) hyperfix is . i'll post cwilbur tomorrow the dsmp hyperfix is dead but he's fun to draw so i'll figure it out anyways just wanted to let you all know i'm alive have an art dump from the past like while

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[dark-elf-writes]

I know I did I would try to get as many drabbles out as I could before the 31st and that’s still true but you guys can keep sending them too. Like I’ll try my best to work through them after too. A bitch is just deeply tired today and cannot string words together in a way that makes sense.

[avas-snazzical-corner]

Despite how shit my day's been, I at least have one good thing to celebrate

Happy selfship anniversary to the most wünderbar German man in the history of ever 💖💖💖💖💖

Even though it's only been a year, I'm very grateful for his presence in my life and his help in reminding me that I'm worth loving no matter what I look like, even if I struggle to believe it myself

Thank you for everything, Edward, I love you to the moon, Aether, and back. Für immer und ewig <3

Here's to another year of Aetherial Starsigns! 🌌🪽🧪

[xcherryerim]

I normally write love corners and not love triangles for threesome stories (which is literally one but yk)

but for the Derek x Reader x Mickey that shit is gonna be gay (still mainly focus on the reader but you know.)

also that story might come up first than the love corner of Mike x Reader x Futturman. sorry (im not sure if I like the plot of that one yet)

I would love to write more love triangles if it’s like a jhutch character with another character of the show/movie ofc not with a jhutch and jhutch character.

im not doing onceler x onceler type shit and i’m tired of ppl making it seem like i am

anyways ask me for Wolf x reader x futturman , Venessa x reader x mike or William x reader x Mike or with other characters yk… (im begging)

[truethes]

just seen that twitter post talking about how dr ratio is apparently a red flag. im going to scream-

[musings-of-the-void]

If you tore open my chest you’d find my heart

Beating beating beating like each beat will be its last

Trapped in the cage of my ribs

The cage of my life

My lungs, a lifeless gray

Struggle to inflate

I gasp for breath, though there is no visible obstruction

If you tore me open just to see me I might thank you

As fucked up as that is

I want to be seen I want to be known I want to be understood

And how can you see me if you can’t see the bloody redness of my insides

The wildness of my heart

The messy humanness of my very being?

My heart is beating beating beating but I live

I breathe

My lungs are screaming screaming screaming but there will

Be peace

I am living I am human I am real

And the messiness is only proof

The fear is only proof

I’m afraid because I’m alive

What is there to fear once you’ve died?

(I’m morbid after 11, as you see)

I will breathe tomorrow

My heart will beat tomorrow

I will live I will live I will live

I will look back someday

And the fear will seem only flavor

I will live

[hellsslibrary]

vro i know u had the best valentine but don’t disappear on us like dat 💔💔💔

I didn't disappear, my husband and I just moved to another country (again, yes), so we're in the middle of a renovation here, so I don't have time to fuck men right now, unfortunately (even my man ☹️☹️☹️).

[raddestrose]

Ok seriously now

Ive got ONE CLASS TOMORROW

so tomorrow shall be

LINK CLICK DAY

[odder-outlet]

I KNOW ITS DAY FOUR shhhhhh..

Here’s Day 2 - Humans

I’m a sucker for 2012 and Rise crossovers what can I say?

Day 3 - Favorite Show

STOP MAKING ME CHOOSE YOU CANT MAKE ME-

[idyllic-affections]

sometimes i forget enjou exists and then someone posts about him and i'm like. I miss you you silly little abyss man

[high-on-the-dying-sun]

Genuine question but if I make a Bam/ville fic would you read it?

I promise you guys I have a really cute idea okay you would love it.