#Coming to Terms

[brittmarihaxoxo-blog]

I don’t even know how to talk to people anymore honestly. 🤷🏻‍♀️😅

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by the wonderful @prince-buck-diaz and @jesuisici33

Another tag day means another snippet of NFL Buck for ya'll. This fic has no end in sight yet, but good news, it is being consistently worked on! So hope this tides you all over.

“Nothing is ever going to be more awkward than our first date, even though you didn’t call it a date until after you kissed me that night.” Eddie reminded. Buck smirked, “I am still surprised that I was able to accomplish that. Considering you were subconsciously trying to sabotage the entire evening the moment you walked in.” Eddie scoffed, “I was not!” “Dude-“ “Don’t call me dude.  You don’t call the man you frequently make tender love to, dude.” Eddie reprimands. Evan rolls his eyes, “There was nothing tender with the way I fucked you up against the dresser yesterday morning.” Eddie smacks his arm in retaliation, earning a devilish grin that quickly softened, “You’re right. But I’m right about the sabotage. You walk in and without a single greeting blurt out you’re not gay, snap at me about not being gay, argue my own sexual orientation, and then instead of telling me your favorite color or where you were born as facts about you, you tell me you have a wife and kid.  Then got upset with me when I got upset.” “And then I cleared everything up! And apologized!” Eddie defended. “You kept bringing up Christopher, and his CP and all his appointments and the time you didn’t have because of your extra shifts to pay for everything.  Even after I told you I love kids, that his CP would never make me think lesser of him, and even tried to find common ground with the whole busy schedule thing.” Buck recalls. Eddie huffed in mock outrage because yea, their first date was very awkward because of all that and more, but it wasn’t until much later he could admit he was trying to sabotage the evening. Hell, it wasn’t the only time he did it either. Eddie mentally dragged his feet for several dates before Buck called him out on it and broke up with him.  The breakup lasted for less than 24 hours. In that time span, Eddie had a break down on Tommy’s back porch, argued about therapy, set up an appointment with the VA and even researched therapists that could help with the whole repression thing.  On hour 22 of their breakup, it was Eddie who invited Buck to Red’s Door, along with an extra special guest. Introducing Christopher was his way of telling Evan that he was committing himself not only to being with the quarterback, but also to bettering himself, for himself. Not just Christopher or for Buck. For him. And here is he today.  Lying in bed with his shirtless boyfriend of almost 10 years, openly admitting to his coworkers he is gay and laughing about the whole ordeal with said boyfriend.  No panic in sight.  Just warmth, and love, and jovial delight. Just like that evening all those years ago with Buck’s bright demeanor at just seeing Eddie, he wanted to chase those feelings and again he did. This time he followed it all the way into a soft kiss that had them melting into each other. Eddie pulled just an inch away and murmured, “Let me make it up to you?” Buck smiles, “Nothing to make up for.” He gives Eddie a quick peck, “But making tender love with you dude is something I will never turn down.” Eddie narrowly avoided another awkward conversation his next shift, just barely getting his t-shirt over his head before Chimney walked in, and hiding all the evidence from his ‘tender love making’ with Buck.

Hope all you dudes enjoyed!😉

Tagging (no pressure!): @thewolvesof1998, @transbuck, @alyxmastershipper @wikiangela, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @forthewolves @hippolotamus @lizzybizzyzzz @thekristen999 @bekkachaos @homerforsure @sibylsleaves @cowboy-buddie @ebdaydreamer @monsterrae1

[leam1983]

A Few Things to Consider...

Political shifts aren't TikTok jump-cuts. Even if Trump loads the legislative arm of the US with dyed-in-the-wool cronies of his, you won't wake up with a snap of his Thanos-like fingers, with a Fascistic Negaverse America manifested around you. His planned changes will take time - time you can exploit. So, organize. Plan ahead - and know that you did exactly that the last time around.

Remember back when the idiot tried to outlaw Muslim travellers? An army of ACLU-backed lawyers descended upon airport terminals to help arriving people regulate their status. With enough of a hubbub raised around this honestly moronic attempt at control, Trump folded.

No, scratch that - he didn't fold, he went limp like a wet noodle.

Professors will always be around to give you the straight dope, even in the implausible event of Trump's control over the American narrative starting to seep into Postgrad auditoriums. For every single American that closed their eyes and wilfully accepted this, there's another one that went Oh hello, no! and who took action.

So, to the queer kids I see begging their friends to not kill themselves - you can rest easy. Don't feed the doom machine; there's still time and there's still hope. Yes, you took a blow, but there aren't any jack-booted thugs with military surplus equipment knocking on your door, yet. You have time.

Organize yourselves. Focus. Doomscrolling is a trap waiting to swallow you. Remind yourself that there still is joy to be found in the world, understand that claiming said joy is an act of rebellion as potent as any thrown Molotov cocktail - and put one foot in front of the other.

Focus. You've got this.

[m00ndrunkmonster]

either way; we're not alone

[invega-sustenna]

That feeling when you are completely head over heels in love with someone. Your dreams are infiltrated by them, and your daydreams are quite the same. Every thought revolves around their happiness and wellbeing. You love for them to love you the same, but are so damn grateful that they don't, because you know they'd love you just as much, but fuck, you know you couldn't get it right no matter how hard you tried.

So you're left with your pain, your regrets, your "what-if"'s

Until one day, you realize that all you want for the love of your life is for them to find theirs.

And I'm at that point. And it's beautiful.

I hope anyone in my situation reaches that point because this is true love.

[itsmyfix]

[OC] Did You Really Mean It When You Told Me To Leave?

This is technically not a piss kink story. It has piss. But it's not sexual, it's a reality that comes with disability.

Anyways.

This is a story that follows two boys coming to terms with their sexuality and disability, learning to be completely vulnerable and accepting help.

Childhood best friends August and Foster find their relationship starts to grow complicated at the start of their junior year when their feelings start to develop further than they may be ready to accept. When a wedge is driven between them for several years, it isn't until young adulthood that they reconnect after both becoming disabled.

[poemsexpressingfeelings]

about endings and coming to terms with them

I wish I had met you later in life, some different time

I wish we met under a different star, different circumstances

Is it selfish to wish I could still call you mine ?

I came to understand, there's no do-overs here,

I used up all my chances

And with what happened you'll never again hold me dear.

I hurt you pretty much and that's nothing one will overlook with ease.

And one day I'll have to find my peace

but for now it's okay to still be sad

as time goes by I'll think less about the things I wish I said

I'm aware, after what I did we couldn't last

that's the one regret I can't get past

It will stay with me forever as a memento

to never ever let myself forget the situation I let myself get into

The loss of you changed me forever

and I can only hope it's for the better.

-poemsexpressingfeelings // sometime in 2024 or end of 2023

[spideratu]

Trying to recreate a soup from this chef who gladly told me what was in it. I tried his and it tasted like home. Full-on Ratatouille moment. Trying mine isn’t the same. My first thought was that it was because I didn’t really recognise ‘home’ if someone didn’t show it to me.

Could just be he’s a chef and this is his job!!!!

[jahdenexists]

Coming to terms with my feelings

I’m waking up. My eyes are open. I am okay

[musings-ofa-muse]

a part of me is stuck in the past

and most days, it's all of me

[dare-g]

Coming to Terms (2013)

[thenopequeen]

Don't remind me of the things I used to do

Don't show me the project I worked on when I was eight

Don't say "you used to love this" like you can summon my childhood self back from her uneasy grave

She's dead

She died a long time ago

If I'm honest (when am I ever honest) she was already dead when she was your Good Little Girl TM

But I am far away from you now

And you don't get to puppeteer around her cold little corpse like you used to

She's dead

You want her to still sit at your dining table and shape her every sentence to please you

You want her to jump to obey you and thank you for giving her "mommy lessons" so she can "make some man a good wife someday"

You want her to take care of you when you are old

She is dead

She never grew up

The dead belong in a grave

You don't call the shots anymore

So rest in peace little girl

I'll carve you a coffin out of a hollow log

I'll line it with the thick green moss from the creek banks

I'm not little anymore

I'm not even sure I'm a girl

But I will bring you a bouquet of all your favorites

Even though they don't go together

Lilacs, from the cutting off the old family bush you were so proud of

Lavender sprigs, small and fragrant

Maple leaves, in full autumn fire

Cedar branches, from that one tree that you accidentally stuck your hair to when you leaned against a pitchy spot

I don't know what they would mean in flower language

I'm not sure I want to look it up

I'm not sure about a lot of things

I'm pretty sure you in your obedience and certainty your parents could do no wrong, would not like the thing that has hatched itself out of your bones

But I will watch over your grave

And maybe someday

Sometime when I've healed all my most gaping wounds

And made some effort to figure out what I am

Maybe someday you'll open your eyes again

Maybe the odd little girl who dreamed of befriending monsters will look at the creature beside her coffin

And see a friend

[anulight]

Paul is now in Brian Epstein's, and in his arms. McCartney is determined to be stubborn, but then John comes into the room.

[zaneisunsane]

Something I've came to terms with lately is the "you don't owe them anything" thingy.

It's both sides. If someone ghosts you they do not owe you an explanation. Sure you probably want one. And you'll probably do anything for an explanation. But they do not owe it to you. Just like how if you ghosted someone you don't owe them a reason why. Hell, there might not even be a reason why. You just did it. Yeah most of the time it's shitty for someone to ghost you but I mean, that's their problem and it might have nothing to do with you. But remember, they do not owe you a reason why.

[hinamie]

newest issue of first years fashion just dropped

[jonjost]

India, India