#no matter what he wears he looks good

[deoidesign]

Wearing your boyfriend's jacket

[bi-buckrights]

Fuck it Friday

Thanks for the tags my dears 💕 @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon

I may have started yet another fic 🫣 I just can’t get enough bucktommy rn, sue me

This time, when he saw Tommy in his brown button up, with the top button undone to reveal a sliver of his chest and his sleeves straining against his arms, Buck allowed himself to look - he allowed himself to want.

Even when Tommy showed up for coffee in a simple T-shirt and sweatshirt, Buck’s heart had skipped a beat. He hardly knew the man in front of him, but what Buck did know only made him want more. He knew Tommy was kind and understanding, that he was brave and compassionate and funny. And he wanted more of this - of sunny days and coffee orders and soft sweatshirts, of smiles that crinkle the corners of Tommy’s eyes and laughs that fill Buck’s chest with warmth. He hadn’t gotten dressed up to meet Buck for coffee, but Buck thought he looked stunning.

None of that could have prepared Buck for the vision standing in front of him now. Tommy’s steel gray suit makes the blue of his eyes shine, and the cut of the jacket hugs him in just the right places, accentuating the strength of his shoulders and the size of his chest, before tapering down to his waist. Buck feels his throat go dry when he sees him walk through the doors. Their eyes meet across the room and a smile takes over Tommy’s face, and Buck is breathless.

Tagging @rogerzsteven @prettyboybuckley @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks @saybiwithme @loveyouanyway @bekkachaos @bidisasterevankinard

[splankie]

guys i got called in for yuri duty

[dennisboobs]

some of you should not speak on dennis until you've rewatched sunny in full instead of just the macden-centric eps.

[jrueships]

Bought one of my lil nephew giannis shoes for his birthday bcs he loves giannis and these are some of the ugliest fucking things I have ever laid my eyes on in my life. anyways it's his bday today so i gave them to him. but they are so ugly. he loves them

[pyrosomatic-metamorphosis]

no but im thinking about how 4halo could be together while keeping their dynamic intact. forever asks bad on a date and bad is like yeah :D friendship date. several dates later bad's the one to propose and he says "will you merry me" as in like. be merry with me. feel joy forever for we're together and we have 11 children aka all of the eggs we have forcefully adopted from the other parents and i dont know what life would be like without you. you changed my life for the better. besties 4evar, forever

[smile-files]

the feeling when you care so much about a character that you worry about their gjinka's outfit not being narratively meaningful enough

[tyttetardis]

David Tennant, Good, Press Night 12th October 2022, stage door

Wow, these pictures are nothing like my photos from DJIS in terms of quality, but with the terrible light, a phone instead of a camera and having David smile at me while looking into my eyes with those intense, beautiful eyes of his good pictures definitely weren’t happening. But, for tradition’s sake I figured I should just add a few to my page <3

[villain-in-love]

And so I decided to check Twisted Wonderland tag today...

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

OH MY FUCKING GOD

[ashenberry]

honest to god looking at people talk about the ganondorf fight im surprised i did so well as someone who could not Flurry Rush or Perfect Parry for shit

[springlock-suits]

Trying to figure out designs for funtime William!

What I want and what SL design conventions allow are two very different things bdksndks

I'm having a funtime with it though

[donuts4evry1]

I am very gender today :)

[karlcain-123]

When. I look at a humans physical body males or females all different kinds of races all over the earth in all different countries , it is like looking in a catalogue what can I or what shall I wear for summer or wear for winter RIGHT 👍😊💕. ITS LIKE. LOOKING IN A CATALOGUE. I like being A MAN I ENJOY MY SELF MORE WHEN I DIE IN MY NEXT LIFE ON EARTH I WANT TO BE A MAN AGAIN WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN PREFERENCES AND WE ALL HAVE A CHOICE , I CAN LOOK AT A MAN OR A WOMAN AND THINK OR SAY SHE IS BEAUTIFUL OR PRETTY OR I COULD SAY HE IS HANDSOME OR A BONNIE BLOKE GOOD LOOKING BUT NO PHYSICAL CONTACT YOU CAN LOVE AND CARE FOR BOTH MEN AND WOMAN PUT BOTH HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK NO PHYSICAL BODY CONTACT THE LOVE OF GOD THROUGH YOUR WORDS DEEDS ACTIONS THE OF GOD IS AWESOME I don't smoke cigarettes I don't use drugs and I don't want any alcohol. I don't sleep screw around I am 100%. Faithfulness. God says one partner for life full faithfulness full commitment or do not participate do not get involved , in this world it shouldn't matter who you choose to love ,. I AM A MAN I AM NOT LOOKING FOR NO MALES OR FEMALES PARTNERS I AM. ASEXUAL 100%. CELIBACY A VOW OF CHASTITY FOR MY FAITH WHICH I POSSESS WHICH I COULD NOT EARN , IN THE NAME OF THE LORD MY GOD MY CREATOR , I WILL NEVER TURN ON MY GOD I HAVE RESPECT FOR MY CREATOR WITHOUT HIM I WOULD NOT EVEN EXZIST HE BREATHED HIS BREATH OF LIFE IN TO US AND WE BECAME A LIVING CONSCIOUSNESS A LIVING SOUL A SPIRIT ALL LIFE ON EARTH. ALL CREATURES GREAT AND SMALL ALL LIFE COMES FROM THE LORD OUR GOD OUR CREATOR AMEN HOLY BIBLE AMEN. . KCAIN

. JESUS said isn't your physical body much more valuable than clothes clothing .If you don't look after your physical body then where are you going to live .AMEN

[queer-ecopunk]

So, I'm trans. And several years ago, I was at my great grandfather's funeral. 17, newly on T, barely out to anyone other than my close friends and family. And I'm standing there at the refreshment's table, surrounded by strangers and members of my family's church, when George walks up to me.

This man is ancient, bent like a finger and frail. Tufts of white hair surround his wrinkled face. Like always, he's wearing thick glasses, massive hearing aids, and his veteran's hat. George was my first introduction to the concept of war, when he told me as a child why he was missing two fingers on his hand. He's been a fixture at church since I can remember. I've only ever seen him at there or in uniform at parades, the rest of his time spent in a nursing home somewhere. He picks up a deviled egg and says, in his quiet voice,

"You know, before your grandfather died, he told me that now he had 3 grandsons."

I'm frozen in place. I don't know what to say to that, if I should say anything at all. This is not a conversation I expected to have, especially not with this man. But he continues.

"I didn't know what he meant! So he explained it to me."

And I can imagine it. My great grandfather, uninformed and opinionated but supportive, explaining to his friend the news he barely understood himself over after-service coffee and cookies. His eldest grandchild was now a boy.

"And, you know, I didn't know what to think."

Here, George looks me up and down. This 90-something year old war veteran, who knew me mostly as the little girl playing in the church kitchen with his wife, processing what my great grandfather had really meant. It feels like a long pause, even thought it probably passed in a second.

"But you look good. So, eh!"

And then he smiled, shrugged, and walked away without another word. If I was fine, if I was happier, then that's all that mattered.

George passed away this week, at the age of 99. This memory has been bouncing around in my head for a while, but I wasn't sure if or how I should share it. It was a conversation that meant very little, but also meant the world. It was scary, and funny, and the moment when I realized that sometimes the people you least expect will accept you. Sometimes, even if they don't fully understand, even if they barely know you, someone will choose to support you. And that will always matter.

[featherymainffins]

Seriously considering killing myself so I won't have to see my fucked up mother tomorrow.

[supreme-leader-stoat]

You're fresh out of college and looking for a job. Everyone is hiring. Nobody who's "hiring" is actually hiring. You finally get a call back from somewhere you barely remember applying to (though the voice on the other end sounds synthesized). You pull up the job listing again real quick. The company name and the fact that the listing is for "Minion" are kind of concerning, but you know what, you've interviewed with enough evil corporations by now, you can handle one wearing its true colors on its sleeve. At this point it's a matter of making rent or moving back in with your parents, and as much as you love your family, you can't imagine spending another summer dealing with your brothers' antics. You agree to the interview.

The man who greets you is an enthusiastic older German(?) man who's either way too into cosplay or just that committed to the bit, judging by the lab coat. He made cookies. The tray of cookies is proffered to you by a ten-foot-tall robotic caricature of a 50s businessman. You take a deep breath to calm yourself. You bite into one of the cookies. It's delicious.

You ask the boss about his business model. "Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that, I bounce from project to project a lot." He mentions that his end goal is becoming the undisputed ruler of the surrounding counties. "Really? Not the whole world?" you ask. "I like to set realistic goals," he replies.

As he gives you the tour of his "evil lair," ingrained instincts are screaming at you to report this guy to some kind of authority figure. You remember the salary. You decide that you can always bust him after getting your first paycheck.

The boss asks when you can start. Caught off guard, you say "tomorrow?". Your boss(?) says he'll see you then.

On the way out, you bump into your stepbrother's girlfriend. Your boss introduces her as his daughter. You both silently agree to sidestep the subject for now and act like this is your first time meeting.

You show up to your first day of work. Your boss is putting the finishing touches on a giant machine that was definitely not there yesterday. You are nonplussed. You ask him what it's for and he launches into a convoluted explanation involving his parents always forcing him to put his shirts on backwards so the tag was in front. You think he should probably talk to a therapist.

Your brothers' exotic pet breaks down the wall. You stare at him. He stares at you. Incredulously, you say his name. "Oh, good, you two already know each other!" your boss says. You mention that you used to live with him. "What? Perry the Platypus, you never mentioned having a roommate."

This is what I like to imagine Candace Flynn's life is like, post P&F.