#katie.txt

[mooshkat]

i light the match to taste the heat

Buck and Tommy go out on a date to a kink-friendly restaurant and try to have a competition on who can last longer while controlling each other's vibrating toys.

aka, Buck needs to stop getting sex ideas from the internet.

explicit | 2.3k words | part of @bucktommyweek for the prompt "stop and start".

The restaurant, an adult-only space that's hidden but not, is one that Buck has only been to a few times. It’s not overly fancy, but it costs When he was dating Taylor, it would be a special treat for them to go and have a date night there.

Back then, Buck would be led into the restaurant by a leash connected to the collar around his neck, which he loved, don't get him wrong, but it's nice to just walk hand-in-hand with Tommy. They’re dressed up, Buck finally having a good excuse to pull out the velvet blazer he last wore for poker night after he got struck by lightning. Tommy is dressed just as nice, wearing all black and a button-up shirt that’s practically painted on, leaving Buck tempted to leave the restaurant behind and take him home.

They're seated quickly by a sweet hostess, placed at a booth in the corner with low lighting that gives them a comfortable amount of hiding. Considering what they plan to do during their date, Buck is thankful for it, even as the thrill that anyone could see them buzzes under his skin.

continue reading on ao3 !

[maggotcat]

one of the funniest parts abt the stardew valley community is that no one questions the hat mouse. like yeah it's a mouse that lives in the woods? and sells u hats? what's the issue

[captm29]

If villain why so baby?

If evil why so adorable

[jasonisaacs]

oh he’s so…………. he’s just so…….

[lesbianalicent]

[goldkirk]

it’s so scary and so freeing to just be a person.

[miralparis]

conflicted!!!

[2811y]

can any of u spiritual girlies tell me what 777 means bc its following me like a plague

[echidnana]

THERAPY TOMORROW‼️‼️ SCREAMS

[vesemirsexual]

BIG if true!!

[mooshkat]

starting thinking abt buck with nipple piercings and how tommy might feel abt them and uhh wrote a lil tiny smth.

“What happened here?” Tommy asks one night, as his thumb rubs circles over Buck's left nipple. He's lying between Buck's legs as they lay in bed together, trailing his fingers over the scars and tattoos spread across his body.

How his boyfriend still has the energy to do anything but lie there with him after the fucking they did, Buck doesn't know. He swears his brain melted and leaked out of his ears after Tommy got determined to give him a second orgasm before he was finished coming down from the first.

“What?” he tries to ask, lifting his head up to see what the man is talking about. Tommy's gaze is fixated on Buck's nipples, and he looks ready to lean in and bite them. It makes Buck shiver as he remembers the last time Tommy got fixated on them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers until Buck's cock was practically weeping. He feels a phantom ache from that night hit him and swallows back a whimper.

After shaking away that train of thought, it takes him a few seconds to piece together what Tommy is seeing, looking at them that closely for the first time.

“Oh, the scars? I used to have my nipples pierced back in college. It was a dare from some of the sorority girls I was hanging around,” Buck tells him, and he has to bite back a smirk at the way Tommy's breath hitches and his eyes darken. “I actually kept them for a while too, but I had to take them out for SEAL training and I just never got them redone. Which worked out, I guess, since we can't have them as firefighters either.”

Tommy hasn't looked away from them yet. “Do you…” he has to clear his throat before talking again, “do you have pictures of when you had them?” There's pink high on his cheeks from how flustered the thought makes him.

Buck laughs and can't help but to reach out and touch Tommy, running his fingers through his hair. “Maybe? I'd have to dig through my phone, and maybe even ask Maddie. Why? Does the idea of me with piercings turn you on?”

A different thought hits him and he hums, curling his fingers into a fist, still gripping Tommy's hair. It makes the older man moan and lean into the feeling. “Or is it the idea of younger, fratboy me with piercings that makes you all hot and bothered?”

The blush on Tommy's face gets even redder. “Evan,” he says, voice almost strangled.

Buck eases up on his grip and lets it go. For now. “Alright, alright. I won't tease anymore.”

Three days later, Tommy gets a text from Buck while he's at work, with a photo attached.

Finally found one! Here you go babe (;

The picture is of Buck, years younger and far more lean than the beefy man he is today, shirtless with a backwards baseball cap on his head. Bright, silver barbells pierce through both of his nipples.

Tommy nearly drops his phone as soon as he sees it, and has to go take care of himself in the bathroom before he can think clearly enough to text him back.

Just you wait until I get home, Evan.

[maggotcat]

anotha ishma

[kcterincs]

it is so terrifying to be a filipino right now. i’m watching the final rally before the presidential election on monday and i can’t help remembering the last time we had our presidential elections: being unable to sleep, my heart pounding, as i watched a murderer become president-elect. losing hope and going to bed, only to wake up the next morning to the revelation that, at one point in the night, my vice presidential bet⁠—a good, honest, hardworking grassroots lawyer--had overtaken her rival, the son of our last dictator.

our vice president today, leni robredo, is now a presidential candidate. she’s number two in the polls, trailing after her then-rival. yep, the son of ferdinand fucking m/arcos is running for president (link to a bbc article), and is trying to reclaim the glory of his father’s dictatorship. the dictatorship marked by torture, extrajudicial killings, disappearances, and death. the dictatorship everyone lost someone to.

i can’t even begin to talk about how angry i am about the fact that a man who has never acknowledged the injustices caused by his family or given back the billions of pesos⁠—$10 billion, according to the UN⁠—that the marcoses stole, could be president. it scares me to see the wealthiest in the country rallying for him; even some of my goddamn relatives benefited from martial law, and filipinos’ culture of utang na loob⁠—indebtedness, or a debt of gratitude, often intergenerational⁠—keeps them thanking the marcoses for the buildings they built, even if the buildings were built on the literal corpses of workers. even if they erected those bridges using our taxes, while imprisoning and killing our relatives, or devaluing the peso so much that we had to send people abroad.

but watching leni’s campaign gives me hope. leni was voted our vice president in 2016, but duterte constantly made sexist jokes towards her, refused to give her a Cabinet seat because she was critical of his violent “war on drugs”, and threatened her for actually being first on the ground whenever a natural disaster occurred or devastated a region. she’s persevered despite her rival candidates’ fake news and threats. she isn’t rich; she lives in a modest home, and as a lawyer for the marginalized, has always listened to the smallest, most grounded farmer. she’s endorsing a katutubo (indigenous person) as a senator⁠—the first presidential candidate to really, truly campaign for our tribes, our PWDs, our LGBT community. she did more for this gd country when covid hit than our president did, creating covid taskforces to help frontliners, mobilizing local government units, and more.

and she’s inspired so many people. 

seeing my coworkers in advertising volunteer their time and effort and skills to build her campaign from the ground-up gets me so emotional. 

reading messages from the higher-ups in my agency as they refuse to stay silent, unlike those at my last agency. 

watching my friends go house-to-house in underprivileged areas to campaign for leni, hoping that their words and real, genuine promises will change minds better, and more completely, than the bribes given by the other candidate.

seeing celebrities, who are often apolitical or easily swayed by money, come out as leni supporters, advocate for leni, perform at her rallies for free, and talk about the importance of voting right. voting according to one’s conscience. 

seeing my mom give away leni campaign paraphernalia and talk to her friends about politics, which is tough when some of her closest friends are part of the complex, oftentimes corrupt political machinery that needs to be ended. (it’s something we’ve argued about in the past, but she really does believe in leni. she’s flying home tomorrow from her conference in the USA just to vote for leni. because she wants to be here. because she wants to make her vote count.)

i am so tired and so scared, but i really do want to believe that this volunteer-led campaign will do something. that on monday, the people will choose a better future built on radikal na pagmamahal, or radical love for others, rather than one built on a dictator family’s pride and ego and ambition. that we can move past the most corrupt, most murderous goddamn administration since the marcoses.

it’s hard because filipinos are obsessed with machismo. sexism is so gd real in this country. the opponents are bribing people and using underhanded tactics to get ahead. so my mind has not been here at all. but i’m hoping things will be better next week. that i will actually be able to enjoy things. that soon i’ll be able to think of this country and its future—our future—without wanting to leave. 

we deserve better. so we need to vote better.

hang in there, pinoys, we can do this.

[jasonisaacs]

new photo of jason just dropped ohhhhhh my god

[lesbianalicent]

like like like hello. Hello?

Hello can you hear me

[goldkirk]

My five happy things for yesterday

• pain cream. and frankly all topical and ingested pain relief substances. it is so fucking cool that humans have tested and found an compounded and tested and found and compounded and tested and found and compounded century after century and out of love and care have passed down knowledge and improvements to next generations so that we’re now lucky enough today to have both complex modern medicine and procedures AND the ability to wander into shops and buy substances to rub on pain spots that helps them ease. it was made by your herb growing ancestor healers it’s made by modern suppliers and across all the ages human beings care for themselves and each other by rubbing things on our bodies to ease a bit of the pain. god I love societies. I love altruism. I love innovation. I love improvements over time. I love the desire to heal and to ease and to care. I love the passing on of knowledge. I love the experimenting and recording and teaching and handing on of torches. I love the natural world that unites us all across time despite the manufacturing process being more removed these days than old in-person compounding and creating was. I love the decades and decades that scientists have put in to find more compounds to isolate and more medications to help people with. Corporate big pharma is a beastly bastard taken over by greedy executives, but the ones who do the actual innovation are in the shoes of a thousand ancestors from the centuries, devoting their brief and bright and precious time conscious and alive on the Earth to the same thing their precursors did. Across all of human history we find all our societies filled with people who look at their life and everyone around them and say I just want to do my utmost best to heal and to mend and to help fellow humans to feel better and be well. God. Centuries upon centuries in every continent and tradition of people trying their best, for part or all of their adult lives, to take care of and save others.

anyway. now that I accidentally wrote an essay length wall of text in a bullet point 😅…

• I’M TRYING A LACE-UP ANKLE BRACE AND HOLY SHIT DOES IT HELP

• listening to zipping and unzipping sounds and how unique they are and how all toir zipper items can sound different from one another and you can just experience them whenever you want. zip zop zip zop zip zop zip zop

• that reminds me of 3rd grade drama class and zip zap zop. That game was fun. I’m really glad humans create so many games, both handed down from older kids or adults and created totally on the fly. it’s like a type of magic in our bones.

• lip gloss. I used to think it was dumb but it can be such a little pick me up now and in the winter it’s like an extra layer of comfort or a winter coat between my lip balm and the terrible dry cold