#more spit

[yappacadaver]

Look I don't think the night shift is supposed to go like this but you're the boss

[yourangle-yuordevil]

That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus

VS.

Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Actually, the bars aren't so bad anymore.

Think you can fix him? Read about his care instructions over at Tiger Tiger)

[morebird]

Close your eyes and submit.

[sea-beam]

its just fun to imagine

[minzart]

Going togheter with this

[chloesimaginationthings]

Are you more of FNAF or Jojo? (Ofc you will then say, I can be both-)

Why pick when they are so similar/hj

[failyaoi]

Happy 1 year mk1 you ruined my life

[kimquatz]

i need ichiban to stop lookin' at me with them big ol' eyes in infinite wealth

[snakeoid]

give him a break

based off one of my favorite text message screenshots

[beybuniki]

[arunneronthird]

okay fine i can deal with damian being a weeb but he'll be one on MY TERMS

[agerblade]

Let his taste drip onto your tongue.

[stefisdoingthings]

ark aftermath

[driaswrld]

higuruma who likes wine. i'm thinking he likes it almost as dry as his coffee but he's very appreciative of the fruity undertones — like you can tell the mood he's in based on the wine he's bought.

he wins a case and he already has a bottle of pinot noir open and waiting for when you finally get home, tie loose and manspreading on the couch, hair tousled and a small dopey smile (yes he started without you but don't worry, he's sure you can keep up)

or maybe he's lost a case and you're pouring him a third glass of california cabernet in the warm bathtub, soap bubbles on his frown lines, arms wrapped tight around you while you straddle him, his teeth grazing your shoulder (he's literally just a brooding baby, hold him pls)

either way, he fucks you idk why i was talking ab the wine. idk anything ab wine. basis is he fucks you while wine drunk really.

[rcmclachlan]

Histocompatibility 8,331 words Buck/Tommy Alternate first meeting, s4e5 "Buck Begins"-divergent

On the day Buck learns he was someone else's homegrown defense system, a handsome stranger keeps him company, keeps him distracted, keeps him laughing, and then keeps him safe.

A high and sweet chuckle comes over the line. "I don't know if I can trust the word of someone who thinks the week starts on Sunday." The laugh comes busting out of Buck anyway, loud enough that he's able to ignore the written complaint his headache nails to the inside of his skull. "Riddle me this, TK: why does every calendar start with Sunday if the week starts with Monday?" "It's not my fault Saturday and Sunday look weird when they're next to each other," TK says cheerfully. "Doesn't mean it's wrong. And my name's not TK." "What does 'TK' stand for?" "Thomas Kinard. Call me Tommy—please. Thomas is my father." There's something about the way Tommy says 'father' that plucks a familiar chord inside of Buck, and the note it plays is an entire symphony that tells the tale of years of disappointment and resentment.  Buck curls into himself so he can shield the speaker with his shoulders from the open air of the bedroom. "I vaguely remember you saying something about dropping some of Lake Machado on my parents' house. Is your dad's house next on the list?" "Nah, if I drop anything on his house, it'll be wet cement." Snickering, Buck lays back on the bed and cradles the phone with a hand, grinning like an idiot at the ceiling. "That's not very nice, Tommy Kinard." "Maybe I'm not a very nice person, Evan Buckley." "I don't think that's true," Buck murmurs, throat full of gravel. He wants to blame it on the hangover but he doesn't think he can. And he doesn't want to. "I think you're a very nice person. You plugged my phone in." "Your battery was running at a whopping 9%, Evan. Of course I plugged it in."

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