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BUCKTOMMY NATION!!

"Girlie" being gender neutral of course

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Buck is 100% a bed hog.

(Tommy loves it tho)

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BUCKTOMMY NATION!!

"Girlie" being gender neutral of course

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Please forgive me for ranting, but...I am so tired of AI. Just so tired. I don't want Microsoft Copilot, or Google Gemini, or Meta AI, or whatever other energy-sucking, water-wasting, mediocrity-spewing LLM is currently being thrust upon me. I just want to be left alone to create in peace.

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oh also? An absolutely freaky thing I'm seeing yt leftists do?

STOP TRYING TO TRACK DOWN PROTESTORS THAT DO 'BADASS STUFF'. STOP POSTING ABOUT IT ONLINE.

PEOPLE FUCKING DIE.

AND IT'S USUALLY SOMEONE MELANATED.

THE GOVERNMENT IS WATCHING YOU FUCKING DUMBASS.

y'all are so stuck on egoistic heroism that every time someone does something 'sick' at a protest you wanna turn them in to the next celebrity to have a parasocial relationship with and then they go missing.

Tf is wrong w y'all.

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the sun will rise

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2x09/7x06

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@911whatisyourpride week 4: Sex & Romance (kissing, casual touch, kink...)

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how about some rainy day buck riding tommy on the couch smut🥵🥵

(You. Got. It.)

The TV is off, there's no music, it's just the rain and them. Tommy had cracked the window, since the porch awning would keep everything dry, and he'd stood at the window and listened.

"It's a cliche, I know," Tommy had said, smiling. "But it's one of my favorite sounds."

"What's the other one?" Buck had asked, leaning his temple against the cold glass and listening, too.

"Rotors. Wind through trees." He'd pressed his temple to the glass and looked at Buck with soft, warm eyes. "And you."

And Buck had to kiss him. Had to keep kissing him, because Tommy's favorite sounds in the world are two forces of nature and him. They'd moved away from the window, slowly pulling off comfortable day off clothes, and Buck had gently urged Tommy onto the couch before climbing on.

Now he's riding him, full of him, and the cold humidity in the room makes Buck's skin feel overheated. Everything is slick and damp; it's their skin, their mouths, Buck's cock and Tommy's stomach where he's bumped against it. The slap of skin and their soft moans and hisses and groans and cries fill the air, and the rain pouring outside acts as a backdrop to the noise they're making. The couch squeaks and creaks under them, making them smile and laugh softly.

"I love you so much," Buck says softly, feeling tears prickling his eyes.

Tommy holds his jaw with one of his broad, strong, gentle hands and looks like he's halfway to crying, too. "I love you, I love you, I love--"

He cuts himself off with a gasp, and his other hand tightens on Buck's hip, stilling his movements.

"Don't want this to end," Tommy admits with a grin that lights up the dim room. "Just...give me a second."

Buck nuzzles his cheek and kisses above his stubble with a smile, feeling his whole body fill with fondness for this sweet man who almost has an orgasm just from telling him he loves him. Tommy hugs him close, his fingers trailing up and down his spine and making Buck shiver.

Distantly, he hears the rumble of thunder. Then the rain picks up, pattering against the world outside. And in their house, Tommy's breath tickles his ear, and Buck imagines he can hear his heartbeat over everything else.

"Okay," Tommy says, and Buck can feel him smile against his shoulder.

Buck cradles his face in his hands and starts moving again.

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!!!!!! WHEN !!!!!

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... the original theatrical release of Who Framed Rodger Rabbit (1988), I was 4 or 5

what's the first movie you remember seeing in theaters? don't try and be all edgy and cool and say like tetsuo: the iron man. be honest.

Go!!

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ok this dni has me sobbing

proshippers are the ONLY thing on the list

this person doesn’t know what they are

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So, basically:

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They are in fact married.

Natasha going through hell and they’re snipping