#only for you my love

[hippolotamus]

for Bucktommy (not pressure) "He makes me feel like I'm flying" <3333

Yes this is BuckTommy. Yes I only offered it super secretly to my wife because I’m a sap for her. No I will not be taking questions at this time. OK LET’S GO

The thing is, Buck knows this feeling. At least he thought he did. He realizes, as Tommy pulls up to his building and opens the car door for him before Buck even has his seatbelt off, he only knew a version of it before. With Abby and Taylor. Maybe even a little with Natalia. But this is… different.

It’s not a ‘first grown up’ love or a ‘don’t leave me’ love. Because it’s simultaneously grounding and unsettling. Just like that first kiss, it spins his entire world on its axis. He wants to shout it from the rooftops and hoard it to himself. This could really be something. Something that lasts. And not just because Buck is too scared of being alone, but because it’s right and he’s ready. It feels like it’s finally his turn.

“Evan?” Tommy threads their fingers together as they walk down the hall towards Buck’s apartment. “You’re doing that… smiley heart eyes thing. What are you up to?”

Buck blushes and ducks his head, happy and content and elated, the same way he does every time his boyfriend (his boyfriend!) notices something about him. He’s sure if there was music playing he’d hear Taylor Swift’s voice singing ‘I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home’.

They make it inside the loft and Buck cups Tommy’s cheeks in his hands while Tommy settles his own on Buck’s waist. He doesn’t want to say the words yet, further proof that what he feels is real. So he presses a chaste kiss to Tommy’s lips before resting their foreheads together.

“It’s nothing.” It’s everything. “I’ll tell you soon. Promise.”

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

can i get a ship please baby!! for lay all your love on me, you already know everything about me but i'll give you a random fact anyways <3 mmm recently i've been putting my hair up in claw clips but sometimes i have trouble getting it in right so i'm gonna need someone who's willing to do it for me sometimes <3 happy 5k again!!

...this is hard.... like, I know you too well, so well that it becomes hard and I overthink it.... okay... okay! not thinking about who I know you have a weak spot for, and heavily based on this little detail, I'd say sirius because I just feel like he's the kind of boyfriend who will go around adjusting and fixing if like a button of your clothes pops open or there is some lint or hair stuck on you. so the whole helping you with your hair and making sure it looks pristine is 100% something he'd do.

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[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[hansoeii]

stuck in the rain.

[raintides]

the only guy i know how to draw

[alexanderpearce]

whag if i want to (macquarie harbour july 23)

eta the maugean skate is extremely endangered and facing immediate extinction and the government is the damn fucking liberals and they will not do anything about it. idk what any random people from across the world can do about it but im screaming crying sobbing begging for help

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

License to Kitty.

[1alchemistart]

some dunmeshis bc i love them

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[egophiliac]

we were fucking ROBBED

[andthebeanstalk]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[mizukkay]

[anna-scribbles]

adrien tell ur mom to leave me alone !

[deep-space-lines]

I know Gabriel is canonically really popular with Heaven’s residents but there’s bound to be some heavenly loser with pronoun envy

[zivazivc]

first night alone