#Rusty af

[thegunslingerletmedrop]

[mikexx2]

Sorry, one of the download links didn't make it on to my last post. Fixed!

[mactyr]

To visit a friend

The forest groaned and creaked in the wind, foreshadowing the coming storm. The Gilnean, who was wrapped in bandages and dark leathers, sighed and glanced at the sky. He pulled up his hood and returned to his weary march through the Blackwald. Every step down the hill made him wince, the pain in his side threatening to bring forth his wolf. His foot slipped on a wet rock and he stepped down a little too hard causing him to grunt, his eyes flashed orange and teeth elongated. His form seemed to ripple; he took several deep breaths and leaned against a nearby tree. Opening a pouch on his hip he pulled out some Peacebloom, a simple herb to help with the pain, and chewed it slowly, he knew he needed to save his magic. His wounds could wait.

As his breath steadied, the fur receded and his eyes returned to their normal hue. He glared up toward the sky as the first drop of rain hit him square in the eye. He growled and pulled his cloak tight then resumed his slow march into the forest. The ground finally leveled out and patches of red started to appear on the forest floor. He was getting close. The next bend brought him to a glade where a gigantic tree crowned the forest. "Almost there," he grunted, "Tal'doren looks well enough after all this time." As he neared the tree, he could feel his emotions calm and some of his weariness melt away. The tree seemed to still have a soothing effect on his wolf.

His stride quickened as the tree eased his pain, he walked around the base of the tree towards the back and swiftly hobbled up a small hill. At the top he stopped and knelt down at a mound of earth, a marker stood at one end. He took a deep breath, the rain almost sensing what was to come started to fall harder, a soft chorus, a background to words of grief.

"Hello Lys," he choked, "We finally did it. We cleared the city, Gilneas is ours, we have a home again." He paused and took a shuddering breath, tears streaming down his face into his beard. "I don't know what happened to the others. Many fell, lost to battles, both physical and mental. I almost lost myself after you..." he paused to wipe the tears away. "After you fell I was lost, I missed my friend...I miss my friend." He continued on, pain in his voice, "I never thought we would be home, I never thought I'd be able to visit you again." He paused for a long time, the sky weeping as he was. “I hoped I would be able to choke up chunks of my own sins, tell you of all that transpired since that day. Now that I’m here I don’t know what to say except I’m so sorry.” He closed his eyes and wept silently.

After some time he softly spoke again "I brought you a gift." He reached into his pack and pulled out a folded tabard with a rose on top. "The Hounds have all but disbanded, this is the last piece I could find of them and I felt it was right to bring it here to rest with you. It’s the only place I could think of that would be peaceful enough to ease the pain." He laid the tabard down and stuck the rose into the ground to the side of the grave. Whispering softly, he reached out and touched the rose, using what druidic magic he had left he asked it to grow. Moments later there was a large rose bush next to the grave, flowers of all colors blooming in the rain. "I haven't used the Gift in years, this is all I have left after the battle." Clutching his side the pain spiked, he couldn't hold the wolf back anymore. The change was swift, and with a growling voice he spoke, "I know I should take better care, I needed to save what magic I had left for your gift. Don't worry, I'll recover and return soon to tend the roses. I'm glad to be home." He paused as he struggled to choke out the words, "I wish you were here."

With a final deep breath he let out a howl, full of all the pain and rage and grief. As his voice gave out, he could hear throughout the forest, wolves were responding. Wide eyes looked around and his hands came to his face as he wept.

[sameboot]

Love and hugs and stuff or whateverrr

[juniper-clan]

Moon 29: Lilith! (Feat. @sbf-orouborus Blackgold!)

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[moriaarts]

Cody gets sit reps from all his former units. He will not admit it but Boil and Waxers are his favourite.

This took me so long but i loved making it so much. Are they in their 30s or their 50s that is up to you but i needed them old and in love and living their best life with Numa and with a cameo from Wooley.

[milomelts]

Bet On Me

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader (she/her/afab)

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, no y/n use, italics

Note: bear with me cuz i havent written in months but first pitt fic 😈 send me them requests im currently obsessed lmao

also lowkey if anything is incorrect pls tell me cuz i am the proof reader round these parts 😭

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Jack Abbot had never really been addicted to anything. Sure he had an affliction for cigarettes for a while, and on more than one occasion, sought out the high after an adrenaline rush, but these weren’t things he necessarily needed.

What he did need was the constant. He was addicted to the pattern, your rhythm, it was as if his day wouldn’t start until you had said those four words.

“Wanna make a bet?” you’d smirk, talking in a hushed tone for him and only him to hear. It was addicting. Every single day you’d find him at the start of his shift no matter where he was, those four words ringing in his ears like a sweet song when he tried to fall asleep. Wanna make a bet.

He always did.

“What’s it today,” his hazel eyes would find yours, scanning your face. He’d let them linger on your lips just slightly too long before snapping them back up to your eyes, only to find you flittering back and forth between his. Surely you hadn’t noticed but you were always too observant.

“I bet,” you would trail off, eyes scanning around central as you searched for your latest victim. Sometimes he would swear that you were bribing people into your side just so he would lose the bet. “We get an overdose patient in the first hour.”

Abbot scoffs, pushing off the counter the two of you had been leaning on, running a hand through his hair as he ruminated on the bet. Too easy, that happened most nights, he could counter with something more rare but it would be risky. He turns back to you about to respond but his breath catches in his throat. You were looking up at him, head resting on the counter, hair falling over your shoulder revealing your neck, and those sweet innocent eyes were following every movement his hand made through his hair. Your teeth teased at your bottom lip as you bit them, a habit he found you doing when you were lost in thought or concentration.

“Too easy,” he shakes his head, bring you both back to the present as you stand up straight once again frowning. “How about broken clavicle before 4am?”

You make a noise of dissatisfaction, ruminating over how likely it was someone would come in with a broken bone at all, let alone the clavicle. Then adding in the time factor, it adds to the risk and…

“I can pick something easier if-”

“No, no!” you interject, a small smile working its way on your face. You always did love a risk. “Sounds perfect.”

Perfect. God you were gonna ruin him.

“Well what do you wanna wager, Dr. Abbot?” This was his favourite part. The way you say his name, dragging out every letter, making it sound like its dripping with honey. He wanted to hear you say it over and over and over again.

“Anything.” It slips out before he can stop himself, god he must have been tired already.

“Oh?” You laugh, that beautiful sound ringing in his ears as your eyes shine bright at him. He didn’t deserve you, your innocence, your energy. “How about a drink and a massage, I don’t think you could afford losing anymore money this week and my back is killing me.”

His head is spinning at this point and he barely registers you holding out your hand for him to shake. That meant you wanted to go back to his place. Just the two of you, a drink, god fuck. Shake her hand idiot.

He did, probably for slightly too long. Before he can pull away, you lean in closer to his ear with one last tease.

“I hope you’re good with your hands, Dr. Abbot.”

Then you’re off, skipping your way across central to take over rounds for the day shift. For you he could be good, his hands could be good he means. Please god let someone’s clavicle break.

Its not long before you’re swept away doing work up after work up. Even during the night shift it seemed there was a constant flow of patients, especially since it was a friday, various college kids who were blackout drunk or elderly patients that just got checked on before bedtime. You had finally sat down for the first time in what felt like hours after finishing the initial workup on an allergic reaction, ordering a shot of epinephrine for a girl who had one bad anniversary dinner. You were adding to her chart when you felt someone slide up beside you, light clicks coming from their own ipad as they typed up paitent charts.

“So,” Dr. Ellis began, a shit-eating grin spreads across her face as you glance up at her. “You and Doctor Abbot? What’s going on there?”

You can’t help but laugh with her, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This wasnt the first time she had asked about your relationship, but you had insisted that despite how badly you wanted to see him at home in baggy grey sweats and messy curls, there was once again nothing going on. Definitely nothing at all.

“Right, so he’s just making heart eyes at you right now for fun?” She chided, beckoning you to look across the room with a tilt of her head.

You follow her motion across central and chills rake down your body as your eyes lock with Abbot’s. His hair was messy at this point, the way it always got around 2am with how often he tugged at it when he was stressed. God you wished it was you pulling at it instead. He tilts his head slightly, pulling your eyes back down to his and he smiles softly before tapping his watch and walking back to check on patients.

Instinctively you go to check the time, but Ellis beats you to it. “Nearly 4am, don’t tell me you guys have another bet going?”

“We always have a bet going,” you remind her, turning back to face her once again.

“In that case I hope you win,” she grins, returning both of your tablets to the main docking station and grabbing a new one for each of you. She passes you your tablet but pulls it back just before you can grab it, raising an eyebrow at you. “What did you wager?”

“Oh uhm,” You face flushes and you stand up, gingerly grabbing your tablet from her and shrugging as you rush back towards your patients. “Just the usual, money.”

“You know none of us believe that!!”

You face is flushed bright red as you check the vitals on your first bed. Stable BP, no blown pupils. Don’t look at your watch, dont do it. 3:48. Shit.

Next bed, paitent sleeping but stable vitals once again, still waiting for that head CT because of course they would be backed up at this time of night. Do not check the time. 3:52. Fuck.

By the time you’re at the third bed you can barely focus on checking charts and vitals, grumbling as you toss down your tablet at central and look towards the ambulance bay. 3:57.

You look around the room, eyes stopping when you catch Abbot staring at you once again. He glances down to his watch again, mirroring him you check yours one last time. 3:59. Your head whips up to find him, boots landing heavy on the ground as he stalks towards you interrupted by two medics bursting through the ambulance doors and you both rush towards them.

“37 year old female, car accident. Tenderness and pain coming from the upper chest, but stable vitals.” The medic rattles off as you and Abbot wheel the bed towards the first trauma bay.

Abbot’s hands press lightly over the patient’s neck and then down overtop their clavical where she’s winces in pain, groaning as he presses overtop the same spot again as you order pain meds. You start assisting with hooking up the various monitors, but your head snaps around when Abbot says your name.

“Looks like we have a broken clavicle,” he doesn’t want to smile, but can’t help the grin on his face when your eyes light up.

“Perfect,” you whisper out, catching a few strange glances from the other nurses in the room and you quickly reorient yourself. “I mean, let’s get her up for a scan!”

You nod to the other nurses as they take the bed out of the room, waiting for the doors to slide closed before you look up at Abbot again. You open your mouth to say something but your voice catches in your throat when you see the way he’s looking at you -like a predator about to catch its prey.

“What do you like to drink?” He voice is low and gravely, only for you to hear. His eyes drop down to your lips and back up, once, twice, and you can see the rise and fall of his chest quicken.

“Just, uhm, just whatever is fine.” You squeak out, heart racing as he takes another step closer to you. He could get used to seeing you shy, seeing you blushing underneath him as he-

As he focused on the present like his therapist recommended. Jesus get a grip man.

“Wine okay?” His fingers are almost touching yours, and you gasp when they accidentally graze against your arm.

“Mmhm,” Your lips are sealed tight together and for just a moment you think maybe this was all a dream. That you had actually hallucinated this whole thing and finally gone crazy from the lack of sleep.

Just as Abbot opens his mouth to say more the doors to the trauma bay slide open and the two of you shoot apart like repelling magnets as the cleaning worker wheels in their cart to mop the floor. Abbot is rushing out before you can get another word in and you awkwardly apologize to the worker before hazily finding your way through central back to your desk.

“Five minutes tell we’re off, but judging by the fact that all your paients charts are caught up, one might assume you have somewhere to be.” The teasing tone causes you to groan and drop your head against your desk as Ellis rolls her chair up beside yours.

“Yeah my bed,” you lie, refusing to pick up your head to look at her as her eyes burn holes in you.

“So what did you win?” She lightly pushes your shoulder causing you to look over at her and break out in a fit of giggles. “The nurses say you were a little too excited for that broken clavicle.”

“Always with the gossip train,” you mutter, letting your hands slide down your face. “Fine, I may or may not have won drinkswithAbbot.” You hurriedly mumble out the last part, standing up quickly as you pull your jacket off the back of your chair and sling it over your shoulder. You had to get out of there before you got embarrassed anymore by Ellis, or god forbid, another nurse overheard your conversations.

“Oh you are gonna get a lot more than just drinks-“

“Good morning and night to you too Dr. Ellis,” you cut her off, bending at the knee in a little curtsy, before making your way out to the parking lot ignoring her cheers as the door slams behind you.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were supposed to meet up with Abbot, but as soon as your feet hit the pavement of the parking lot his were walking in step right behind you. He hovers his hand lightly over your lower back and guides you to turn down the first street as you head towards his apartment a light banter about the various patients you had seen during the night fills the air comfortably as you finally make it to his building.

Unsurprisingly his apartment was neat, almost bare which is expected considering most of his time was spent at the hospital, but there was still a warmth of home. Various books where sprawled out on the coffee table by his couch, surrounded by even more bookcases containing various movies, records, and you guessed it even more books. Of course he had a dvd player and all his favourites sitting on a shelf by his TV, once again reminding you that he was nearly twice your age.

You hear some glasses clink together behind you and you turn around to find Abbot pouring some red wine in each before meeting you on the couch. He sits down beside you, your breath hitching as his thighs touch yours and you involuntarily lean closer into him as you take the glass.

“Cheers to your win,” his voice is soft, it’s so quiet compared to the authority he exudes in the ER. He probably would talk you through it. You choke on the wine and cough, the red liquid spilling out onto your shirt.

“Shit,” you cough out, settling the glass down on the table as Abbot does the same, his hand coming up to your shoulder to steady you as you catch your breath through the coughs. “I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing!”

“No, it’s okay,” His reassures, hands coming up to steady your waist as you get through the fit of coughs.

“I swear I know how to drink,” you laugh out, eyes darting down to his fingers playing with the end of your shirt.

“If you want I have spare clothes,” he offers, once again toying with the edge of your shirt. His fingers dance along the hem before they slowly glide along your bare skin, causing you to gasp at the cold feeling.

Your face is centimeters away from his and you can’t help but dart your eyes from his hands up to his eyes, then his lips which are stained a deep red from the wine. A surge of confidence bubbles up in you and before you can lose it you find your hand coming up to cup his cheek bringing his eyes to yours.

“Well, I won’t be needing a shirt for my massage, right Dr. Abbot?”

That pushed him over the edge, pulling you into a rough kiss, teething clashing against each other. Your hands moved their way up to his locks, intertwining with those damn curls you had been so desperate to mess up before. He pulls away from you, tugging your bottom lip lightly between his teeth causing you to moan and you could see the fire light in his eyes.

You move closer to him, settling on top of his lap with your legs on either side of him, as he finally pulls off your top and unclips your bra letting them fall to floor. His mouth is back on you, trailing kisses down your neck till he reaches your collar bone. You let out a whine he bites down, sucking and smoothing the area over with his tongue over and over causing you to moan and grind down on him.

When he finally pulls back his pupils are blown out, lips puffy and red, he looks absolutely wrecked from just kissing you and you’re sure you look the same. He nods his head down, following his gaze you find a dark purple bruise forming on your clavicle where he had just been focusing his attacks.

“Jack!” you scold, noticing the way his hips jerk up into yours as you say his name. He can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips from your reaction. He would mark your body over and over again, he wanted everyone to know you were his and his alone.

“Think it’s about time I fulfill the other part of that bet,” he’s quick to flip the two of you over causing you to gasp as you back hit the couch. Jack sinks to his knees in front of you, pulling off ur scrub bottoms and undies in one swoop, and positioning himself between your thighs.

Your hands are quick to find his salt and pepper hair as he kisses softly up your thigh till his nose was hitting right where you craved him. He licks a long stride up your slit and you whine, tossing your head back against the couch as he repeats the motion once more before kissing and nipping at your thighs again.

“Jack, please” you plea, just wanting him to give you anything. End the teasing and rail you over and over till you cried.

“Eyes on me baby,” He hummed, his hazel eyes cutting right through you as he finally returned his mouth to your cunt. It was an unspoken deal, the longer you held eye contact the more he would give you.

You watched his eyes scan your whole body, the way your back arched every time he added a finger, the way your brows would press together when he would brush against the right spots, he was always too damn observant. But god was he just drunk on you. He loved feeling your fingers tighten in his hair when he’d suck and lap at your clit and the way your eyes would close for just a moment before snapping back to his. He was addicted to this, to you.

By the time you were cumming he was wasted. The sweet sounds, the way your thighs were threatening to close around him, the blush coating your face threatening to drag down over your neck and chest. You were so beautiful, so perfect, and all for him.

“Jack,” your voice snapped his attention back to you, your eyes pricking with tears as he pulled away from your cunt, coming up to capture your lips with his. His hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss to toss it off, whilst your hands worked on untying his scrub pants and letting them fall to floor.

“You sure you want this?” Want him he means, everything that comes with him. If there was one other pattern that came with Jack Abbot other than an addiction to you, it was this. The feeling of burden.

“I want this,” your voice is hushed and you can see the way the statement softens his eyes, brows relaxing as he pulls you into another kiss, this one is less frantic, less rushed. A declaration of something neither of you wanted to label just yet, but a promise to each other.

He makes quick work of his boxers, spitting on his hand and pumping his length a few times before teasing your slit up and down, and finally pushing his full length into you. He lets out a deep groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you scratch along his back, wrapping your legs around him.

He reveled in the filthy noises you made as he began fucking in and out of your tight cunt, feeling your fingers dig into his back and pull at the curls on his neck. He was driving you insane, between the kisses and the lewd praises that streamed out of him like a memorized scripture.

“Such a good girl,” He’d repeat over and over, his good girl. “Your pretty hole is taking me so well.”

All you could do was whine out his name over and over, he was all you could think about. The pleasure he was giving you, the bruises he was decorating your collar with, the head of his dick kissing that sweet spot over and over. He held your hips down as he pounded into you, bringing one hand up to rub circles around your clit cause you to tighten around him, holding on to his biceps as you moan.

“Mm close, Jack” You could feel the way his arms tensed, dick twitching inside you signaling he was close too. He could cum just from hearing you say his name.

“Gonna cum for me?” He rasps out, practically out of breath when he takes in the sight of you. Pupils blown, hair sticking to your face, tears pricking at your eyes, and god, the way your pussy was taking his length so well, it was mesmerizing to watch. “Please, cum for me baby.”

Thats what sent you over the edge, the begging. He wanted every bit of you, would beg to have you, to please you. He continued fucking you through your high, finger slowing down on your clit till he was pulling out and painting your stomach white.

He falls to his knees in front of you, resting his head on your thigh as he looks up at you with a lazy grin, those beautiful hazel eyes finding yours. You watched as he caught his breath, eyes never leaving each other as you both came down, finally able to form coherent thoughts.

“Thank you,” you smile while reaching out a hand to card fingers through his messy hair. Of course you would say thank you after making him cum the hardest he ever has. Sweet, innocent you.

“Who said we were done yet?” He wasn’t letting you go that easy, not until the sun was setting again.

Maybe Robby could cover his shift tomorrow.

[marutchi]

[wtfforged]

idk if youre taking requests you can just delete this if not but would you ever consider drawing yamato? i think he would look very nice in your style :-]

sure! amazing timing too cause even though im caught up on the manga, me and my friend just got to 1015 in the anime yesterday and it made me LOOOOVE him. i love his design so much

[gomzdrawfr]

Not me now thinking about Nik and Price with Raven and babies. Gomz, you can't just say these things! Wasn't Nik also possibly father of omega Gaz' kids at one point? Sounds to me you really want to see the big russian with kids. XD

OK FINE MAYBE I DO...

[rapidhighway]

|| Wiedźmin (The Hexer) - odc. 5 "Okruch Lodu" ||

(Translated by me, did my best! I had trouble translating "człowiek", you can read that as "human" or "man" and I debated if I should even use "person")

[sewersims]

Yeah. Alright

Tune

CC credit below cut

Coat (modified) || Hair || Eyes + Face details || Scar (modified) || Teeth || Claws

[fishblade-koi]

You know those types of youtube videos where the player has the smoothest stealth gameplay you've ever seen, try to be the perfect assassin where you only kill the target without being noticed etc...

I, in fact, play what I call the "in character Arno" (at least my hc version of him) where he tries for the first 2min and gives up after 1-2 kills because he remembers he certainly doesn't give a fuck anymore...

...I also call this method the "I don't know how to play the stealth way anymore and these watchers guys are annoying af"

[nostalgic-films]

The only way to save this beautiful marble is to get rid of all of us. Every one of us. Even me. Because there is only one person who deserves all of this beauty. And that's you. - Poison Ivy #1 (2022)

[tommykinardbuckley]

Evan Buckley is many things.

He's a brother, a son, a damn good firefighter, he's a friend and a guardian. Evan Buckley has had the weight of the world on his shoulders. He's been crushed by a fire truck and struck by lightning.

He's had his life flash by his eyes a million times and played with by the whims of fate.

Evan Buckley is many things.

He's desperate for approval from everyone around him. He's impatient, calm, and cautious. He's reckless with his life if it means someone else gets to live. He sometimes gets lost in Wikipedia deep dives and trivia nights.

Evan Buckley is many things.

He's incredibly smart, fast, and intense in the best and worst ways a person can be, but that only adds to his charm. It's his charm that opens and closes doors for him. He's gone too far and gotten stuck because of it. 

Evan Buckley has been a lot of things.

A sex addict. A recovering sex addict. He's slept with more people than he can remember. He has shared his bed and other people's beds. He's a searcher, always trying to find a meaning to an endless sea of questions he doesn't have answers for.

Evan Buckley has been a lot of things, but one:

Chosen.

Until one fateful night of storms and lightning. Of a man with broad shoulders and a killer smile. He has a cleft! And that flight suit that hugged him in all the right places. Evan Buckley was a gone man that night, a reborn man. 

Tommy Kinard is a lot of things.

He's a pilot and a firefighter. He's a man of movement, Muay Thai, and fast cars. Of knowing that he's the only one he can rely on. 

Tommy Kinard is a lot of things.

He hides his trauma with endless nights in the sky. The clouds and the stars offer him company while he slowly regrets many of his life choices. The small confines of the cockpit offer him protection from the brittle edges of the memories of a broken home and a fragile childhood.

Tommy Kinard is a lot of things.

He's friendly and smooth. He can swoop people off their feet and make them touch heaven in a night. He has the touch of a feather and the heaviness of all-consuming comfort. The rough exterior is nothing more than a carefully constructed front to protect himself from ever having to experience the heart-wrenching vulnerability of his younger years. 

Tommy Kinard has been a lot of things.

A man lost for many years to the circumstances and bigotry. A reformed man. A proud man who found his purpose in a world that is still filled to the brim with the people he tries hard not to be like anymore.

Tommy Kinard has been a lot of things, but one:

Chosen. 

Until one fateful night of stealing a helicopter and flying it into a hurricane. A night of a cruise ship rescue and the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen in his life. Of a smile so blinding, Tommy felt his heart skip a beat, and maybe it could finally mean something more than the failed beginnings he'd been used to. Tommy Kinard was a gone man that night, a reborn man. 

Because from the moment Tommy and Evan meet, the weight they’ve been carrying gets lighter. 

Because suddenly they can breathe a little easier, a little more freely. 

Because they never knew that three words could mean the whole universe to them.

Because finally saying 'I love you' makes all the sense in the world.

Tommy has never understood his life until it’s as vibrant as the rainbow of colors that dance across his mind when he’s being kissed with such fervor and abandon. Or until the warm rays of sun filter through the half-opened curtains and kiss the golden body writhing underneath him. It’s perfect. Tommy can feel calm washing over him in waves of yellows and oranges of the almost religious devotion of Evan's pleas.

But the road to happiness hasn't always been easy. It's been met with resistance and uncertainty. They’ve had to crash and burn and make so many mistakes that Evan honestly thought could never be undone. He’s felt like splitting into a million tiny pieces, like a loose end on a vicious cycle of time. 

It’s in how Tommy wasn’t supposed to find love. “Love” wasn’t something that happened to people like him. So Tommy would push and pull apart when things got too raw between him and Evan. 

He’s hurt Evan. 

He’s broken them. 

Evan has done the same. 

Their story has a before and after.

And when Evan thinks about their before his world turns every shade of black and gray. The ribbons of pain hug his body and cloud his thoughts. Because remembering the ways they’ve hurt makes everything fade to black. 

He thinks of words that need to remain unspoken. 

He thinks of tears and sleepless nights baking until he was so exhausted his body screamed for rest. 

Tommy sees the reds he’s bathed in when Evan told him after a night of exes that he didn’t have to have feelings for everyone he slept with.

He feels the lush greens of jealousy when he thought Evan had feelings for his best friend and everything felt like a dream. 

They have not always been at their best, for so long it seems they were waging a war with each other, with themselves, and it’s taken patience and distance for them to come out on the other side anew. For them to discover the pure bliss of peace, to wave that white flag in surrender. 

But through it all, they’ve learned. Together they have learned the art of being compassionate with each other, and with themselves. They’ve learned to pick themselves up, and keep going. Because no matter how bad or how sad or how horrible their day or their week has been, there’s always a flicker of hope, a ray of light shining through the darkness. 

At the end of everything Evan and Tommy have been many things.

At the end of everything Evan and Tommy are many things, but most importantly:

They are each other’s choice.

[istandforyou]

Wings bench reaction to Kaner's shoot out goal

DET at SEA | feb 4, 2025