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How To Use The Apple II & IIe (1983)

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cute, cute little baby

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NEEED to have a lifelong creative partnership.. and if it gets a little homoerotic.. well I guess that would be okay too !

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we don’t talk about sugar daddy tommy enough okay.

like my guy is loaded. he saved and invested every single dollar he had from the second he began earning, allowing it to grow and grow and grow to the point where he is sat on a pretty large fortune. he never really had the reason to spend the money, he still worked a very well paying job and lived well within his means. so it all just sat there unused.

that is until sweet and adorable evan buckley walked into his life. all he had to do was flutter his eyelash and tommy with buy him anything and everything he wanted. $500 cardigans? easy. kitchen aid with all the attachments? no problem. brand new car when his jeep breaks down? hey, he’s just being helpful.

buck would feel bad at first that tommy is spending all this money on him, but tommy is so insistent. he loves buck, he wants to shower him in gifts, give him all the things that he wants and need and not worry about the cost. he deserve the whole universe if tommy could give it to him. tommy never asked for anything in return, all he wants to do is make sure that his baby is being taken care of.

but if buck rides him so hard that he goes crossed eyed as a thank you, he sure as hell isn’t going to complain about it.

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s8 has done the opposite of queerbait/shipbait. one half of the fanon pairing stated he was straight, and the other declared he had no romantic feelings for his best friend. the show never mocked you, or led you on, it was being transparent about its direction and frankly kind about it. ("it wouldn't be so crazy" ie buddie shippers aren't crazy for their interpretation of that relationship, but it's just it: an alternative interpretation, and not the intended reading.) if anything, not addressing it and letting hope for something that will never come to fruition continue to grow would've been more malicious. you only have yourself to blame for refusing to accept at face value two separate clarification instances <3

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i’ve some how managed to turn an old gay man on pinterest into a jerma stan by complete accident what is happening

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based on tim’s interviews, we shouldn’t expect the captaincy to be resolved until s9:

additionally, chimney is going to be the primary focus in this arc. tim’s highlighted chimney for 17 and 18 especially:

all that said, I’ve gotten mentions that tim has supposedly said that in 817 eddie’s opening up to somebody. however, I cannot find this anywhere thus far. the only confirmation I can find is that tim confirms we will “hear what his experience was when [eddie] finally opens up to somebody.”

(also need to stress that like meredith was doing the absolute goddamn most to try and get confirmation of buddie content and got bupkis 😭)

tim also says that buck’s going to opening up to everyone “on some level.” (I think we saw some of that in 816.)

anywhoser just wanted to share this since we’re starting to get some enlightenment on what all this means.

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watching bt coffee date while wine drunk was a mistake i’m weeping bitterly at my laptop screen

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here’s what i think. i think that if you watch a drama about first responders who risk their lives on a daily basis, but you watch it because you think it’s a slow burn romance because someone online told you it was, and then you turn around and claim that the show is “making fun of you” or “laughing in your face” or being “cruel to the fandom” - well, i think you’ve probably convinced yourself that this show is something that it isn’t.

people die. firefighters die. and you know what, babies and children die. to think that bobby’s beautiful full-circle story was anything but carefully crafted - we’re not watching the same show. like, we can’t be. you’re watching edits on tiktok. you’re watching week to week and clinging to anything that feeds the machine. 9-1-1, from season one (skipped by many apparently, which is a damn shame), has never shied away from the darkness of the human existence, and it never will. this show isn’t what you’ve told yourself it is. there’s nothing to be afraid of, though - you can enjoy darkness, you can appreciate it. no one is pranking you. no one is laughing at you. you can enjoy it for what it is. think your own thoughts.

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boyfriends who protect and serve… mmm

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The Thing That Breaks You

a little bucktommy fic. set 3 weeks after Bobby's funeral. cockroaches are mentioned several times.

“It’s me, Evan!” Tommy called out as he walked in the front door. He’d picked up some Thai on his way to Buck’s place, ready for them to sit and eat and talk about their days.

It had become a habit, of sorts, for them to spend all of their free time together again. It was different from before, in some ways. They hadn’t really taken the time to talk about what they were. But all that mattered right now was being there, for each other.

Tommy continued into the kitchen, smiling when he saw Buck sitting at the table. He ran his free hand over his back. “I know you said spice level three, but that’s what I got last time and you said the flavor of your food was ‘ow,’ so I got a level two.”

He set the bag on the counter and began to unpack everything, but stopped when he realized Buck had never answered him.

Tommy set the container in his hand down and turned to Buck. He had his elbows propped up, head in his hands, staring down at something on the table.

Tommy’s eyebrows furrowed. “Evan? A- Are you okay?”

“I killed it.”

Tommy’s eyes drifted around the room, hoping there was something somewhere that could clue him in on what Buck was talking about. When he didn’t spot anything, he stepped closer. “What did you kill?”

Buck’s hands moved down to the table, fingers forming a little triangle around whatever it was he was he couldn’t take his eyes off of. “This,” he replied simply. “I killed it.”

Tommy pulled out a chair next to Buck and sat down. He looked down at the thing.

“A… A cockroach?” he questioned. “You killed a cockroach?”

Buck nodded, blinking rapidly. “I didn’t mean to,” he said, voice breaking halfway through the sentence. “I knew you’d be here soon so I came in to get our drinks ready and I- I heard a crunch under my foot. When I lifted it up, it was lying there. Dead.”

“Well, you didn’t mean to,” Tommy replied, trying to be supportive even though he still had no clue what the problem was. He rested his hand over Buck’s wrist. “It’s okay, Evan.”

Buck’s head whipped up, looking at him with wild eyes. “It’s not okay!” he exclaimed. “Don’t you know what this is, Tommy?!”

Tommy was slightly taken aback by the outburst, but he kept his composure. “A… A, um, a roach?”

Buck shook his head, pulling his arm away from Tommy’s grasp. “This is a wood-feeding cockroach, Tommy. A wood-feeding cockroach!”

Tommy’s eyes darted back and forth between Buck and the bug. He nodded. “Oh okay, I… I see.”

Buck glared at him, scooting his chair back to stand. Hands on his hips, he walked over towards the sink, then turned back around. “Do you not remember the documentary we watched last summer?”

Tommy could fly straight through a hurricane, or evade the FBI and the military, all without breaking a sweat. But right now, under Buck’s gaze, he was nervous. “There were a few documentaries last summer.”

“The one we watched on insects, Tommy! Specifically insects. It was also the night of the first time I-”

“Oh!” Tommy definitely remembered that. They had started making out halfway through the documentary. By the time the credits rolled, Buck was begging for Tommy to be inside him. They’d done everything else up to that point, but that was… Tommy shook his head, clearing his throat. “Yes, I remember that.”

“Then you should remember that wood-feeding cockroaches mate for life. For life!”

“Evan-” Tommy paused to take a breath. He pulled out the chair beside him, opposite the one Buck had been in before. “Why don’t you sit?”

With a shaky exhale, Buck sat back down. His eyes were immediately drawn back to the roach on the other side of the table.

“Hey.” Tommy reached out and took Buck’s hand, squeezing it to get his attention. Once Buck looked at him, he continued. “What’s really going on, Evan?”

“I told you, I killed it!”

“I know that, but you’ve killed bugs before and it’s never bothered you like this. You told me you’ve even chopped a snake in half.”

“Th- This is different, Tommy!” Buck insisted. “What if he, or she, h- had a mate and I- I took it from them?! Now the other one is going to be wandering around, w- wondering where its other half is and it’ll think they j- just left!”

Tommy did a quick calculation in his head. Three weeks, to the day, since Bobby’s funeral. Tommy hadn’t seen Buck cry once.

“Do you think… Do you think this maybe doesn’t have to do with the bug, Evan?” Tommy asked cautiously.

“Wh- What do you mean?”

"I’m just saying that it might have something to do with… with Bobby.”

Again, Buck was retracting his hand from Tommy. “No. No, i- it’s not that. It has nothing to do with that. It has to do with the fact that I just murdered an animal that has a wife, or a husband, and probably kids!” Buck’s breaths were coming in faster, his eyes welling up with tears. “Th- There could be a whole family w- waiting for it to come h- home and wh- what if it was bringing them dinner or something and now they’re g- gonna be waiting f- for… for- forev-”

Tommy was on his knees at Buck’s side in an instant, pulling him in for a hug. Buck gripped onto his shirt, burying his head into Tommy’s neck as he sobbed.

“It’s okay,” Tommy soothed, hand rubbing up and down Buck’s back. “It’s okay.”

The angle was awkward, and uncomfortable for them both. But Tommy waited until Buck’s breathing had returned to somewhat normal before suggesting they move to the couch.

Tommy kept an arm around Buck until they reached the couch. And as soon as he sat down, Buck was curling up to him, resting his head on Tommy’s chest.

“I really m- miss him, Tommy.”

Tommy hooked one arm around Buck, running the other through his hair. “I know you do, Evan.”

“We didn’t have enough time, you know? I- I didn’t even get ten years with him. I wanted more time.”

“I know.”

“It’s not fair.”

“No,” Tommy agreed. “It’s not.”

“I never got to tell him I loved him too.”

“He knew. He knew you loved him.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you love loud, Evan,” Tommy replied gently. “He knew.”

“I just w- wish I knew… what we were.”

"I kn-" Tommy squinted. The hand in Buck’s hair stilled. “Are we still talking about Bobby?”

Buck sat up, staring at Tommy. He shook his head.

“Okay.” Tommy took a deep breath, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “I’d like to know that too.”

“I like you being here, Tommy. With me.”

“I like being here. With you.”

“I think I scare you sometimes,” Buck admitted.

Tommy smiled softly. “You scare me all the time, Evan.”

“Like… bad?”

“No,” Tommy answered quickly. “No, like… I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you, Evan, and the thought of- of being without you is… it’s terrifying.”

Buck was quiet, just watching him. For a second, Tommy wondered if he had even heard him. Then, “Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Tommy waited. Waited for the fear to kick in. Waited for the desire to run to overtake him.

It didn’t come.

Instead, he closed the distance between the two of them, brought one hand to Buck’s cheek, and kissed him.

“I love you too,” he answered once they pulled apart for air.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Buck wrapped himself back up in Tommy’s arms. His laid his head against Tommy’s chest, listening to the steady thumps of his heartbeat. “Do you think we could b- be like the cockroaches?” he asked. “Stay together?”

Tommy grinned. He liked the sound of that. “We can be like the cockroaches.” He paused, then, “Those are the same roaches that feast on each other’s wings, aren’t they?”

Buck nodded, running his sleeve across his nose. “Sexual cannibalism.”

“Mm.” Tommy pressed a kiss to the top of Buck’s head. “Maybe we don’t have to be exactly like the cockroaches?”

Buck looked up at Tommy, eyes wide and wet. “Just the mate for life part?”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, wiping a tear from Buck’s cheek. “That part I like.”

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dick on the sink

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If I won the lottery I wouldn't tell anyone, but there would be signs.

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Hey, so, I don't know how many of you follow Canadian news, but yesterday, someone drove a car into the crowd at a Filipino cultural festival in Vancouver. I'm sorry that I can't put that more sensitively, but I really don't know how else to describe it. I'm not Filipino, but it happened in the neighborhood I grew up in. I'm not sure how to describe how I feel. I'd walked past the event an hour before with some friends. We'd joked about how the first nice weekend in Vancouver is a special occasion because everyone comes out. There's a vigil on that corner tonight.

The point of this isn't to talk about how I feel. A friend has shared some gofundmes with me and I wanted to post them here. And ask that maybe if you're local and you're able to, could you donate blood? I don't know. I don't have anything I can say. It's not my tragedy but I feel it anyway. If you can donate, I know it would be appreciated by the families.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/help-bring-rowel-home (goal reached but more funds always help)

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rizza (almost at 50%)

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Fraggle Rock (1983-1987)