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publictheaterny: Illyria awaits, this summer, at the newly revitalized Delacorte Theater in Central Park! 🌳 💫 “‘Twelfth Night [directed by Saheem Ali]’ will christen the newly renovated theater later this year, featuring Jesse Tyler Ferguson, Sandra Oh, Peter Dinklage, and, in the roles of separated twins Viola and Sebastian, Lupita Nyong’o and her real-life younger brother, Junior Nyong’o. The play’s twisty plot and gender-bending elements make it ripe for a more modern take.” ✨ For VF’s July/August issue, the cast speaks to @hillibuster about taking Shakespeare “up a couple notches,” the unpredictable nature of performing in Central Park, and more. Read the full feature at the link in our bio or at vanityfair.com Photographed by @emmasummerton Styled by @natasharoyt Hairstylist (Lupita) @vernonfrancois Makeup Artist (Lupita) @nickbarose Hairstylist (Sandra) @benskervin Makeup Artist (Sandra) @francelledaly Groomer @adammarkarian Manicurist (Lupita) @nailzbyvee, @erihandanail (all others) Set Design @vikirutsch Produced by @viewfindersnyla

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This is a writing exercise. I don't live in the US and have no idea how the FBI and the Army work, so the plot is just an excuse for Buck and Tommy to be in this together somehow.

Two months after the funeral, Buck is in the locker room getting ready for a new shift when Chimney, or the newly acting Captain Han, shows up with a grim expression and not-so-good news. It took two months, but the consequences of Evan Buckley's actions came to bite him in the ass. Again.

A notification about "new evidence" that pointed to his possible intention and participation in Moira Blake's failed "escape attempt", using an LAFD chopper in an unauthorized mission. 

"This is bullshit!" Chimney says, shaking his head in discontent. "You know we're going to reverse this, right? It's just a temporary suspension while they investigate this 'new evidence'."

"What new evidence?" Buck huffs in annoyance. "They know what happened and why we ran away with her..."

"And that's exactly why they're retaliating now," Hen says, serious and with pursed lips.  "The FBI and the Military must have been unhappy about just erasing us from their files, even after..."

"Yeah, great." Buck grabs his backpack and closes his locker ready to leave. "They must have felt so kind to at least wait for Bobby's burial and everything."

"Hey, Buck." Hen puts a hand on his shoulder. "Chim's right, we're going to talk to Athena and we're going to turn this around. Your place here will still be here."

"Okay." Buck squeezes Hen's hand before nodding to them and leaving the station. Eddie and Ravi should be arriving any moment, but Buck decides he doesn't want to have to stand there and also face their promises that everything will be fine.

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It's halfway to his new place that Buck realizes the obvious.  While the others and Athena can't be "investigated" and put on suspension for actively trying to run away with Moira, there's other person who was in that helicopter, and who deliberately made insane evasive maneuvers and verbally defied Army orders... And he can be held accountable as well. Tommy.

Buck changes course and doesn't even remember to text or call to let Tommy know he's on his way to Tommy's house. He pulls the jeep into the driveway and knocks on the door, but no one answers. Maybe he's wrong. Maybe someone from Tommy's Army past helped him get away with this. But then Buck hears the noise in the background. Tommy's house has a large backyard, and part of it is used as an extension of Tommy's garage, a workshop where he usually has more privacy working on his cars. Buck turns around, the spare key that's hidden under a fake rock is still there, and Buck opens the little gate.

"Tommy?" Buck calls out but there's no answer. The sound of an old 90s rock band playing in the background. 

As Buck approaches, he understands why Tommy didn't answer. The music is extremely loud and Tommy is under a classic black car, something that couldn't have left the factory before the 80's. Buck has never seen that car there before, but he recognizes Tommy's legs.

"Tommy!" Buck yells this time and it works.

Coming out from under the car is Tommy, his hands dirty with grease, unshaven, hair disheveled and a sweaty face. Tommy stares at him and blinks as if he doesn't understand what this apparition is doing there. Then he composes himself and realization catches his eyes.

"Hi, Evan." Tommy says, already standing up in his gray mechanic's overalls. He grabs a rag and tries to clean his hands as best he can, then goes over to the old radio, the kind that accepts CDs and tapes, and turns off the music. "Did they get you too?"

Buck clears his throat. "Yeah... Not even an hour ago." Then Buck frowns. "How long have you been suspended?"

"Two days." Tommy says, a smile that isn't quite a smile appearing on the corners of his lips. But his shoulders are tense.

"And you didn't think to warn me? A heads up would have been nice." Buck answers incredulously. He didn't imagine that Tommy, although they'd grown apart after the funeral, would be capable of cutting him off to this point.

"I couldn't." Tommy stares at him, steady, without blinking.

"Why not?" Buck demands. He wants to go to Tommy, grab him by his shoulders, touch him, wants to understand not the reason for this distance, but the reason why it couldn't be over even now. He looks at Tommy and Buck knows that some of the fractures he's been holding together are showing now.

This time Tommy hesitates and starts fidgeting with his fingers.

"Evan..." Tommy almost whispers. Then he shakes his head almost to himself. "I tried to reason with them that I was the one piloting, that you had no choice but to stay with me after they give me the orders. They asked for confidentiality and maybe they would consider your situation separately, without suspension. Apparently, that didn't work. I'm sorry."

Buck stands there without reacting for a few seconds and the silence between them is palpable. When he breaks it, Buck sounds angry.

"Have you lost your mind, Tommy?!" Buck huffs in exasperation. "You would what? Act like everything was your responsibility, lose your license for good, and then disappear from my--- everyone's lives?"

"No! No, I wasn't thinking that way." Tommy holds himself in place and clenches his fists. "It just seemed like the least damaging way out."

"Tommy, you don't have that right," Buck says through gritted teeth, but then Buck softens, almost exasperated, wanting Tommy to get it. "And you also don't get to decide for yourself what's best for me or anyone else involved in the situation. Enough of this nonsense. It's not working, ok? You need to trust us. Me."

"As you wish." Tommy says almost too quietly, but it's clear and he doesn't flinch from Buck's intense stare.

Then, looking into Tommy's grayish blue eyes, it's like everything calms down all at once, like Buck can breathe again. And Tommy can breathe again. Buck doesn't wait for the invitation, he just collapses into a stool that's there in the workshop. Tommy crouches down and grabs a beer from a cooler and hands it to Buck.

"Isn't it a little early to drink?" Buck raises an eyebrow.

"I don't know. Being unemployed and without a routine makes me a little lost." Tommy smiles and shrugs. "Maybe I should go to the beach or something, since I can't leave the city either. Finding news hobbies or whatever."

"We never went to the beach." Buck takes a sip of his beer.

"It was very difficult to align our shifts to make it to the beach on a good day." Tommy points out.

"And other than the beach, what have you been up to?" Buck asks. "Maybe I need a handbook for unemployment."

"I think you can find plenty of information online." Tommy says seriously, but then points to the car. "It's a friend of mine's. How he kept it running for decades is a mystery, but he finally needed a second opinion and a hand with the repairs. So doing something that I can focus on, and that I'm good enough at to maybe make a living from it, seems like a way to go. For now."

"For now." Buck agrees, thinking that maybe he should start baking again.

They continue in this quiet, calm company of each other until Buck realizes that he's running out of real reason to stay. He hears Tommy clear his throat and thinks that this is the moment Tommy is going to tell him to leave.

"Do you want to stay for lunch?" Tommy says, his tone calculatedly casual. "And by 'stay for lunch' I mean help cook lunch, because I bought groceries yesterday but haven't had much inspiration in the kitchen so far..."

"I'd like that," Buck says with a smile. "If you have enough cheese I can try Bobby's lasagna..."

Buck trails off. Talking about Bobby and cooking has been something that has been so rarely "allowed" around him these past few months. It's like it's something Bobby shared with everyone and now can't be shared with anyone, and Buck is dying a little for it.

"I think I have it all. Or I can buy it at the corner store." Tommy says looking at Buck, examining his face. It looks like he wants to check on Buck, but Buck is grateful that Tommy is holding off on that for now. "If I'm not mistaken, Bobby said you had perfected the recipe in your own way, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he said that." Buck smiles at the memory of one of the times he was so happy to cook and receive a compliment from Bobby, that he couldn't help but start telling the story excitedly while making dinner for them in the loft almost a year ago. "Do you remember that?"

"Evan, it's really hard to forget the food you and Bobby cooked." Tommy says softly. "And it's impossible to forget what he means to you."

Buck barely notices, but he's already on his feet, following Tommy closely from behind, with a smile that even reaches his teary eyes. 

"So lasagna for lunch." Buck laughs, because it's a stupid thing to laugh about, and it's a stupid thing to say after being hit again by a wave of grief and loss. But Buck is happy to have any part of Bobby brought back like this, and he just wishes he could have that. A piece of lasagna and the company of someone who will understand why that piece of lasagna matters.

"Mm-hmm." Tommy agrees, and then says over his shoulder, with a smile at Buck. "You sure know how to make unemployment taste good." 

And even though the day started with bad news and an imminent threat to his job, Buck feels like he can handle it, that he's going to be okay.

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Eh, won't judge you for it. I travel with a small doll of my own as my companion lmao

Did I (40F) buy a small dinosaur to sit on my shoulder and be my reading buddy? Yes. Now to name my new friend.

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Just heard someone refer to someone else as a sexual intellectual. Meaning he was a fucking know it all and I need to start calling people this 🤣🤣

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You want to know why I follow you around? Kids should be protected by adults, but you protect yourself. That's why I want to be nice to you. Can I do that? Is it pity? It's friendship.

HEAD OVER HEELS 견우와 선녀 (2025)

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Ooooh 👀👀

Buck gonna be like “Tommy I still love you! 🥺” and Tommy’s gonna be like “hold up 🤚… still? When did you start? 🥺🥺🥺”

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Taking a break from my WIPs and oooh, I found my new ship 😍😍😍

The shaman and The Archer

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A what now? 🤨

"the three dots on the side" call her by her REAL NAME.. Meatballs Menu

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You Guys are Too Hard on Yourselves

Sometimes after I post a piece of advice or a suggestion for improving your craft, I see a lot of you guys in the reblogs talking about how you wish you could be a good writer and take said advice, or that you feel like a failure for not already doing it.

Now listen here, look me in the eyes, you are doing enough.

The last thing I want is to discourage anyone from writing, so I need you to internalize this. You are doing enough as a writer. Yes even if you haven’t written in a while, even if you’ve never been published, or have been rejected a million times, or have never finished a draft. You guys are enough for even trying, and I need you to start recognizing yourselves and being proud of the work you do and/or the ideas you have.

At the very least, start practicing not getting down on yourselves when you hear advice or read someone else’s work. You will only ever get better, don’t start doubting yourself now.

Let’s do a little exercise. Reblog this with three things you think you are totally nailing as a writer, I’ll go first:

                I have a keen sense of pacing.

                I create interesting dynamics between complex characters.

                My ideas are weird and fun and reflect me as a person.

Now go forth with positivity!

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Building a Life Chapter 10

In which Buck gets a day full of surprises (both the good and the bad)

Tommy stood by the sink prepping the fruits they bought at the farmer’s market that Evan needed to make a fruit cake for Mrs. Hernandez next door. It was after that when he once again noticed the overgrown backyard. He was trying to figure out the best way to clean it when Evan stood behind him, wrapping his whole body around him, lazily rubbing his cheek against his. “We bought too much jams and jellies again, you and your sweet tooth.” He laughed.

“I was supporting the local business.” Tommy said cheekily, but mentally admitted that 5 different jams and that peach butter was too much. But it was just so delicious and tempting when he tried them!

“You know I can make them if you want.” Evan teased.

“But you spoiled me too much.” Tommy laughed, nudging him with his hip. “Hey, Evan.” He asked, “What are you going to do with your backyard?”

“Well,” Evan rested his chin on his shoulder, “I’m thinking of a herb garden on the side, and a vegetable patch on the other side. Some flowers, maybe even a small deck under the tree so we have a place to laze around on off days.”

“That sounds like a long term project, Evan.”

“Well, I was planning to put in some PTO after the lieutenancy exam next week to start on it.”

Listening as Evan rambled on about the cute gardening that he found in Pinterest that features arched trellises and backyard greenhouses, Tommy smiled.

It was nice to listen to Evan building his dream home here.

Maybe he can do something about that.

Read more on AO3

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Monday Musing

Tagged by the very lovely missus @freneticfloetry (may you have a lovely weekend)

A snippet from the upcoming chapter 10 for Building a Life verse

“Chris and I need a place to stay while we’re here. Your place is big enough so you definitely have space for the both of us.” Eddie said offhandedly, now trying to figure out what to ask Buck to make for them for breakfast now the issue with where they gonna stay during the visit settled.

Buck looked blankly at him. “You can’t stay here. I don’t have room.”

Eddie scoffed. What do you mean you don’t have room? You just said you have one of the spare rooms free. Chris can sleep in that room and I can have the couch. It's a win-win situation.”

Buck rubbed his face tiredly, this was the last thing he wanted to deal with after the eventful day he had. “Chris can’t have that room because Tommy’s currently using it.”

“What, so you’re back with your crappy ex? Just tell him to move his stuff into your room, as if he’s not sleeping there already.” He waved his hand like it was an easy thing to do, not realizing his voice was loud enough that people can hear him now. Sal looked enraged but before he could say anything, Tommy dragged him out of the house, ushering Gina, the girls and Chris with him.

“Where he is currently sleeping is none of your business. Tommy is staying with me because his house recently got burnt.”

“So where is Chris going to stay?!” Eddie exploded. “Some crappy motel just because you can’t ask your ex to go stay with his friends instead? God, you’re so selfish!” Unseen behind him, Micheal was now helping Tommy in crowd control by carrying his furious wife out the open door.

Uh, hmm, I'll re tag @freneticfloetry and @spicycinnabun @rcmclachlan @peppermintquartz @zeraparker 🥰🥰

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AITA for telling my ex i don't need to have feelings for everyone i sleep with

I (m33) hooked up with my ex bf (45) last night after we ran into eo at a bar and it was AMAZING woke up to him making us breakfast it was the best nights sleep i had in this new place i just moved into things were going great! He said he wanted to get back together which is what i wanted all along (were broken up six months) but then he implied that our entire six month relationship he thought i had feelings for my best friend (m32) which RUDE and that pissed me off so i told him i didn't have to wanna sleep with everyone i have feelings for (meant platonic feelings but i fear it didn't come off that way) and i didn't have to have feelings for everyone i sleep with and that made him get all quiet and sad and he left and im scared he thinks I don't want him back anymore I DO WANT HIM BACK I THINK I LOVE HIM AITA!?!

edit: no im really not interested in my best friend idk why people keep asking that just bc i moved into his house

edit again: i moved into his house bc i was pissed off that he decided to leave without talking to me about it and may have unintentionally scared off all his possible renters. I took over his lease to fix my errors I don't even like this fuckass house 😭

edit AGAIN: STOP SAYING IM IN DENIAL that guy is straight anf NOT MY TYPE he is a disaster okay id be stupid to wanna date him his love life is a shakespearen tragedy his last relationship ended bc he cheated on his hot and nice gf with the doppelganger of his dead wife

FINAL EDIT: stop asking about the doppelganger thing it's not relevant to the story ok the point here is HOW DO I GET MY MAN BACK

final final edit: wdym does my ex know that im serious about him? i haven't said it but like he broke up with me after i asked him to move in together so clearly he knows

final edit for sure: WDYM HE DOESN'T KNOW!?!?!

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1D OMEGAVERSE NONCON was what took out AO3

so, we all suffered through ao3’s recent downtime:

so i got curious, because i was bookmarking things when the site went down and wouldn’t it be funny if i was the one who broke it lmao (😔no it wasn’t me but i helped)

https://archiveofourown.org/bookmarks/2147483647 is this

absolutely iconic 10/10 no notes good job team 😂

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The whole Bucktommy Fandom

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Thank you all for giving me a space to express my love for these (stupid) firefighters, I can't wait to experience s9 with you all!

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battle of the unreliable narrators - 1

at some point i'll clean this up and post it along with some other stuff on ao3 but for now here's an extended version of this which is, in theory, the first tommy pov snippet from the allying extended universe. i promise it'll get less sad and more internally bluescreening and buck's buckness. 460 words, g

Tommy chose this bar carefully. It came up on most of the lists he found of queer friendly places. It has positive reviews, several of which mention friendly staff and chill customers. It's nowhere near any of his regular places. It has a decent selection of beers.

And, Tommy learns the first time he manages to actually venture inside rather than just walking past, the bartender is really good looking.

Tommy is working on allowing himself to think that. And to think more than that he's good looking. To think that he's attractive. Tommy's attracted to that guy, and the world isn't ending. The guy can't see it on his face and probably wouldn't get mad about it even if he could, because it's a queer friendly bar. They're not going to hire someone who's going to smack a customer in the mouth if they look at him wrong.

And anyway, Tommy is very carefully not looking at him wrong. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

And it is okay.

He doesn't really talk to the bartender beyond what it takes to order a few beers. He doesn't talk to anyone else, either, and he uses the mirror behind the bar to carefully watch two guys behind him and to his left. They're sitting at one of the high two top tables and they're clearly a couple, and to his eyes they look like kids. Obviously they're old enough to be in a bar, but they look younger than Tommy thinks he's ever felt.

They smile at each other with such naked affection, and it makes something envious and glad and terrified swell in his chest. One of them hops down from the high stool he's sitting on and presses a casual, familiar, sweet little kiss to the other's cheek before he heads for the bathroom.

Tommy has to blink hard and look away from the sight before he cries. It feels impossible and completely natural and nearly sacred, it's so beautiful, and it makes him want to lie down on the floor and weep.

He orders another beer instead, drinks it slowly, and focuses on his breathing in between sips of his drink. He settles up his tab after that and out of habit, walks for twenty minutes before he gets into a cab.

He does cry, just a little bit, when he gets home and goes to bed. For missed opportunities and years wasted and just…he's just realizing how exhausted he's been and for how long and it's just. It's such a lot.

He gives himself to the count of fifty and then he stops, presses his face into his pillow and thinks about those two guys at the bar - how they looked comfortable and easy with each other and okay.

It's okay.

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hii if you're still going with your louliver prompt: oliver got jealous over rocker and molly 😆

tysm ❣️

thanks for the prompt and sorry it took so long! hope you enjoy!💕

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Lou doesn't think much of it the first time, nor even the second, but the third time Oliver tenses beside him, he pauses the episode and turns to him.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

Oliver looks up at him from where he's curled into the crook of Lou's shoulder, eyebrows knit in a gentle frown.

"What? Nothing's wrong," he replies, and Lou almost wants to laugh; for someone who was such a good actor, Oliver could be a terrible liar.

"Right, it's just that every time Rocker walks onscreen, you tense up," Lou says, raising an eyebrow. "If you don't want to watch it-"

Oliver's frown deepens and he sits up, shaking his head. "No, it's not that."

"So there is something," Lou says, turning to face him properly, sliding a hand to rest on his thigh.

"I didn't say that."

"Babe, please," Lou says, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the fabric of Oliver's sweatpants. "You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if that thing is that you hate S.W.A.T."

Oliver rolls his eyes. "You know I don't hate S.W.A.T."

"Okay, then what had you tensing up, huh?" Lou smiles, tilting his head playfully. "Is my acting that bad?"

Oliver swats at him as he rolls his eyes again, looking fondly irritated.

"No, I just…" He glances away, uncharacteristically nervous for a moment. "It's weird."

Lou stares blankly. "What's weird?"

"You know. Watching you." He pauses, clearly hoping Lou is going to catch on and not make him say whatever it is he's trying not to say but unfortunately, Lou has no idea what he's talking about.

"Watching me?"

"With someone else." Oliver practically growls the words out and Lou's heart skips a giddy beat in his chest when he realises.

"Oh my god, you're jealous," he says, a wide grin splitting his face. "You were tensing every time Molly came onscreen because you were jealous. Babe, that's precious."

Oliver blushes fiercely and it's so unexpected and so adorable that Lou just has to kiss him about it, grinning into the heat of his mouth as Oliver immediately opens up to him.

"That's really sweet, Oli," Lou murmurs when he breaks the kiss a few minutes later, still smiling, though this time more fond than smug.

Oliver starts to duck his head, embarrassed, but Lou catches his chin with two fingers, pulling his gaze back up; his face is flushed to high heaven and he looks as beautiful as Lou's ever seen him, so beautiful that he can't help but kiss him again.

Oliver takes the lead this time, climbing into Lou's lap as he claims his mouth. Lou lets him push him back against the couch as he crowds right up into his space, kissing him as if his life depends on it, fierce and possessive and hot as all hell.

Eventually they break for air and Lou goes to mouth along the bolt of Oliver's jaw, muttering into his skin as he sucks a trail of marks into it.

"You know I'm all yours, sweetheart," he murmurs, feeling the way Oliver's breath hitches beneath his lips. "Only yours."

They collapse against each other some time later, chests heaving and faces flushed, their pleasure leaving them both warm as a sunny day.

A small giggle escapes Lou's throat after a moment and Oliver lifts his head from his chest, one eyebrow raised in a question.

"Sorry, I just…" Lou grins at him, sliding a hand through his sweat damp curls. "If that's what I get just from some PG flirting, imagine what I might get from something a little raunchier..."

Oliver's eyes darken possessively and yeah okay, that's really fucking hot.

"Remind me to make you watch Resisting Roots some day," Lou adds, the words half swallowed as Oliver pulls him down into a searing kiss.

send me a prompt and i'll write you some louliver