#okay back to work!!

[leashybebes]

bucktommy + 20 for the kiss meme? ty!

20 was on a scar. thanks for playing!

There's no part of Tommy that Buck isn't obsessed with - his arms, his catalog of smiles and the map of lines they send across his face, the cleft in his chin (of course), the tiny white scar hidden away behind his ear, the scattering of moles across the small of his back, and god, his hands, his stupid, enormous hands. His fixation rotates, a new part of Tommy every day to touch and kiss and lavish with attention. 

Today the 118 were called to the scene of an explosion, and they transported a worker with a shrapnel wound, and Buck's unable to stop thinking about the vulnerable span of Tommy's ribs for the rest of the day. Once he's finally off shift he drives home in the late afternoon light, knowing Tommy will likely be sleeping off his 48 hour shift. Sure enough, he finds Tommy sprawled in bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, a pair of shorts pulled low on his hips and the blanket tangled around his legs. 

Without taking his eyes off Tommy, Buck sheds his clothes, drops to his knees at the side of the bed and reaches out with a shaking hand to graze his thumb across the smattering of scar tissue across Tommy's ribs. Shrapnel, he'd said, like it was nothing. Like it didn't matter. Buck replaces the pad of his thumb with a soft press of his lips, then another, another, another. He feels Tommy's breathing shift, but he doesn't stop, can't stop.

"What're y'doin' baby?" Tommy murmurs, his hand coming down to curl through Buck's hair.

"Loving you," Buck says, grateful for the blackout curtains, for the way they hide the threat of tears in his eyes from Tommy. 

He must be able to hear it though, because his hand gentles against Buck's scalp, a brief, soothing touch.

"Honey…"

"Could have lost you before I even found you," Buck whispers and Tommy's hand shifts ever so slightly, guiding Buck back down again so he can press his lips against the spray of faded red, the proof of life.

"'m not going anywhere," Tommy promises, and Buck breathes in the taste of him.

list of kisses is here in case anyone wants to play!

[sainz100]

Sunday at the 2024 Singapore GP

[crownedinmarigolds]

Not to be gross and sincere on main but I love doing commissions for your characters and especially scenes from games... it makes the World of Darkness (ha!) so rich and vibrant! Like my own little piece of my understanding gets expanded on with every drawing and idea you all have. Your ocs and moments are all canon to me! 🥰🥰

[whatkindofnameisella]

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

[seenthisepisode]

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

[punksalmon]

big little brother

[egophiliac]

So.... what are your thoughts on Ace's UM, if you haven't been asked this already?

sneaky magic for the sneakiest boy

no but really, I think it fits him really well! I had thought his UM would probably involve something kinda sleight-of-handy or pickpockety! and I looooved that it made such a nice loop-around back to episode 1. ❤️ I was. kind of half-expecting him to just run out and punch Riddle in the nose again. but instead this time 'twas he who offed the queen's head! it was great! and he did it while stone-cold terrified out of his mind! because Ace is the only remotely normal or well-adjusted person at NRC and therefore the only one who is like "we're going to literally die, this is super effed up". but he did it anyway!!!! I AM SO PROUD

[gruvu]

SO in Feb I drew up Pelops which he's honestly one of my favorite lil dudes now to draw and that's thanks to @neal-illustrator and her Poseidon. Course then I did not really draw her design, I'll be honest. I did her poseidon dirty. And that feels like a crime. Since I'm gonna try to draw other Poseidons with Pelops, I gave neal's boyo a shot. Please be careful with Pelops. He's just a lil guy.

[pistachi0art]

hlvrai if it was awesome

[bigheartbuck]

8.17 fix it/canon divergent

"Eddie," Tommy says, and he sounds like he does at work. Firm. Calm. He's navigated helicopters through much worse than this. Raging storms and hurricanes. "Eddie, step away."

Eddie whips around, head snapping at him, eyes angry. Finger still pointed. Nostrils flaring. Buck is looking wide eyed. The tension in the air is palpable. Thick and heavy. "What are you doing here?" Eddie asks sharply and Tommy raises an eyebrow. Holds up the empty food containers. After the funeral, they'd all eaten at Hen's place. Buck had brought food for everyone. No one had really eaten anything. But it'd been nice, regardless. Or well, as nice as it gets when your captain dies and you have to do normal things after his funeral, such as eating and sleeping. Tommy had stayed behind to help Hen clean up. Had promised to drop off the food containers at Buck's.

So here he is. Backdoor wasn't shut and he walked in on Buck's face twisting into shame and grief and guilt and Eddie's raised voice.

Tommy puts the containers on the counter. Tries to meet Evan's eyes. It's charged in here. Tommy feels his stomach knot at the way Evan curls in on himself. Something isn't right. "Just came to bring these back," Tommy says, and then finally Evan looks back at him. "You okay?" Tommy asks.

Eddie scoffs, crossing his arms. “He’s fine. We're okay. Buck doesn't need you.” Buck shifts uncomfortably. “Eddie, come on…”

But Eddie ignores him, stepping closer to Tommy. “You’re not part of this team. You don’t know what we’ve been through.” It's a grief response, probably. Eddie is hot headed. Can be arrogant and mean. Buck's mentioned it jokingly before but it doesn't seem funny now. Nothing about it is fucking funny.

Tommy meets Eddie's gaze, unyielding. "I’m just here for Evan.”

Buck pushes past Eddie and towards Tommy and Tommy can see it in his tense shoulders, his set jaw. He's going to cry. And he definitely doesn't want Eddie to see right now. Whatever their argument was about, he needs to get out of here. "You wanted to catch that movie, right?" Evan says, voice brittle and sharp and he pointedly ignores Eddie. Tommy doesn't even blink. He touches the small of Evan's back. "Yeah," he says gently. "We're running late, come on."

Evan doesn't say anything on the drive. He stares down at his phone and bites his lip, and then out of the window and then back at his phone again. Fiddles with the seam of his jeans. Bounces his leg. At a red light stop, Tommy reaches over. Places his hand on Evan's thigh. Evan stills underneath his palm. Outside it's starting to rain. Drizzle, really. "My place okay?" Tommy asks and keeps his hand right there. Eyes on the road.

"Please." Buck's voice is rough, hoarse. Another beat. "I don't need you to save me, by the way. This isn't -- I was handling it fine."

Tommy glances at him. His chest clenches. "Hey, I know. That's not what--"

"He said I always make it about me." Buck blurts out, and he's angry and hurt. Grips Tommy's hand with his own, squeezes tightly. "Said I-- I don't know. Doesn't matter." His breath hitches. "I tried so hard to be okay, Tommy, I really did. And I - I know I'm a lot but I really thought I-" He lets out a wet huff. "I was there for everyone, I really tried to be. Like he said. To be what they needed but I was selfish, apparently and I-"

Tommy parks the car. They're here. He kills the engine and twists in his seat to look at Buck properly. The rain is picking up now, drumming against the windows.

"You're not selfish," he says firmly. "You're grieving and taking care of everyone. You're the least selfish person I know." Throat working, Buck shakes his head, looking down at their hands. His eyes are wet.

"Come on, let's head inside. Got some sweats you can borrow." Steal. Buck used to steal them. Sleep in them, sleep in Tommy's shirts. Buck seems to remember too because he manages a small, soft smile.

They get inside and Tommy flicks on the lights, door falling shut behind them. He's barely out of his shoes when Evan steps into his space, crashes into him. Tommy lets out an oomph sound and then folds his arms around him. He's put on muscle, has become so solid and filled out but he buries himself deep into Tommy's chest. Tommy thinks about watching Buck through the monitors and how badly he wanted to hold him then. How badly he wanted to catch his pain with his bare hands. "I got you," he whispers and presses his nose into the curls. "I got you, baby." The pet name slips out like that. Evan doesn't seem to notice, he's trembling and shaking, and Tommy can feel him crying more than he can hear him.

Tommy holds him. Holds him through it all.

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FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

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[sainz100]

2016 - 2018

[assassin-artist]

the reason i havent posted much Mercy art lately? heh... bc im too busy drawing this guy a thousand times

[noproveninterests]

he loves and supports you btw

underswap sans belongs to PopcornPr1nce/AU Community

original image under the cut

[sandflakedraws]

attempting to load back into rhonda for the road home

[existancexisxstillxpain]

Carnotaurus, I love you :<