#hello twenties

[ultreige]

i'm not... nineteen anymore...

[apassingbird]

"Hey, baby," Tommy's voice carries through the apartment, "have you seen my shirt?"

Buck's standing in Tommy's bedroom, pulling said shirt over his head and ready to reply that yes, he has in fact seen his shirt and no, Tommy can't have it because Buck's already wearing it, when he pauses. Baby. That's- that's new.

It's just a word. It shouldn't make Buck's heart speed up or fill his belly with far too many butterflies for it to count as healthy.

Baby.

He closes his eyes and lets the word, that tiny little four letter word, echoe in his head. The memory of Tommy's voice repeating it over and over again, until it eventually ends up in Buck's own mouth before falling out as nothing more than a soft whisper.

"Are you okay?"

Buck blinks his eyes open, mouth still open around the word, and when he is met with a half-naked Tommy who is looking at him with a bemused expression, he all but melts.

"You, uh, you called me baby." Buck offers, as if that's an answer to Tommy's question. Maybe it is. "You've never- you haven't called me that before."

Tommy's face softens at that, his eyes dropping down to Buck's chest before finding his eyes again, eyes sparkling. He steps closer, until he can reach out and grip Buck's waist, the warmth of his hands noticeable even through two layers of fabric. Buck's own hands find their way to Tommy's arms, slowly sliding up until they rest at the soft curve of his neck, thumbs barely brushing the underside of his jaw.

"Well, you are my baby," Tommy says then, matter of factly, gently pulling Buck closer. "Aren't you?"

"Y-yeah?" Buck swallows, eyes dropping down to Tommy's lips for a moment. "I- yeah, I-I am?"

"You are."

Tommy just... looks at him, eyes so incredibly fond that Buck can barely breathe with it, before leaning in to press a soft kiss onto Buck's lips. He doesn't protest too much or at all, actually, when Buck immediately deepens it. Eventually, though, Tommy pulls away, panting just enough for Buck to feel a bit proud in a I did that to him kind of way.

"I'm really your baby, huh."

"Very much so," Tommy hums, one hand leaving Buck's waist to over his belly, up his chest, and then down again. Buck wonders, for a moment, if they're going to be late for work, which- he wouldn't be opposed to that. But Tommy simply pinches the loose fabric of the sweater, pulls at it a little, and says, "you're a thief, too."

Buck opens his mouth to protest, but Tommy just gives him a look then, as if to say try me. A smile is tugging at the corner of his mouth, though, and his free hand gives Buck's waist a small squeeze.

"I mean," Buck starts, heart pounding in his chest. "What's yours is mine, right, babe?"

"Babe, huh?"

"Darling?" Buck tries, knows he probably looks like a fool from how big he's grinning. "Sugarbuns? Pookie? Hot stuff?"

Tommy kisses him then, and Buck lets himself get lost in it again. When one of his hands slips down from Tommy's neck, Tommy's quick to reach up and take hold of it, pressing it against his own chest. He presses another kiss onto Buck's lips, hot and searing, as if he's pouring his entire being into it. When he breaks away, he doesn't go far, his forehead resting against Buck's. They stand like that for a moment, breathing each other in.

"You're still a thief, though," Tommy says eventually, voice low and rough, as he taps his fingertip against the back of Buck's hand where it rests just above his heart, and Buck wonders if Tommy's still talking about the shirt when he whispers, "you can keep it."

[kickedin17]

The driving force of Clancy (album but also the guy) is "I was supposed to be better by now." You were supposed to grow up and be past this. You were supposed to be "normal." Isn't that what you always used to promise yourself? What everyone promised? That it would get better One Day? When is that day supposed to come? When you're 25? 35? Maybe everyone was wrong and it never comes. Maybe you will always feel like you're the worst you've ever been when a new depression episode hits. Maybe you will truthfully always be as suicidal as you were when you were 14, but now you just have more (practical) reasons not to do it. Maybe you never really recover from the trauma and it just grows and changes with you. Maybe you're always going to feel like you're a half step behind everyone else your age because you spent all your golden years locked alone in your bedroom wishing you could stop existing or at least become someone else. Maybe you will always feel like you're lying to everyone when you act like you're fine. Maybe they will always pity you. Maybe this time around they'll finally admit what you already suspect, that they're tired of you and tired of this, and they'll leave.

And the theme of Clancy is, actually, really, you have gotten better. Every time. Even if you can't see it yet. And they're all still waiting for you, like they always have before, and like they maybe always will. People want to see you at your worst because they love you. You just have to swim a little to get to them. You just have to look yourself in the face sometimes

[the-littlest-laney]

your honor they’re all i think about

[silkysong]

i feed him crumbs and pepsi max every day

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Master manipulator vs Master manipulator

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[joshler]

joshler is alive and well in 2024 :)

[pr0mz0mbie2005]

super scene hello kitties i just bought on ebay!!

[justatasteofyourpoison]

Speeding up the end of Paladin Strait on vinyl.

I am shooketh! 😱

[coveredinbites]

At The Risk Øf Feeling Dumb -Twenty Øne Piløts

[crescenttm00n]

.: while all the world's asleep, I walk around instead

through the memories, down the halls of my head :.

[bobcatblahs]

Imagine being a married aro/ace-spec person. Full, as expected but won’t be detailed on the internet marriage- and kids. You get the idea.

Now imagine your OTP is TimePetals- but specifically NineRose.

Now imagine people who are NOT ace-spec saying that one of your OTP can’t possibly be in love with the other because they aro/ace.

And your eye twitches. And you’re so annoyed. But the trolls are so exhausting.

But also your eyes WORK and you also WATCHED THE SHOW so you KNOW these fools are deeply, deeply in love because that’s how being on a spectrum works- idiots.

We’re called demisexual/demiromantics and we know wtf we’re about, k?

Additional proof under the cut

[the-littlest-laney]

WE’RE SOOOOOOO FUCKING BACK!!!! JUNIOR YEAR BABY!!!

a classic double post from yours truly

[murderandcoffee]

return of hello from the hallowoods yesterday. new magnus protocol episode today. new twenty one pilots album announced today. new twenty one pilots song and music video dropped today. malevolent season finale tonight. and tomorrow? fuck you and fuck your train friday.

what a fucking leap day.

[useyourglutes]

born to go to the clancy tour, forced to sit at home and cry while watching livestreams 😔

[leitorespacks]

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