ChaussetteCanape

Chaussette, in my 30s, she/her, french. Mostly 911. I draw fanart.

[chaussettecanape]

Hi ! You can call me Chaussette :) I'm a french illustrator and embroiderer, in my thirties. Bucktommy made me draw fanart for the first time in 10 years.

I love prompts, I do commissions, and I love when people ask me random questions.

my art tag ☀️ inprnt shop ☀️ ao3

[maemaybe]

I don't know who my intended audience is here, so whoever needs to hear this, I am begging you to learn to participate in conversations that are about things you aren't interested in.

Part of socializing and having friends is being a good listener even when you don't actually give a shit about the subject.

Your are hurting other people's feelings when you bluntly respond with "Anyway..." and then change the topic.

It can not always be about your preferred topic.

You are being rude. Yes, even if you are neurodivergent. You can be both autistic and rude.

[sophsun1]

The Birdcage (1996) dir. Mike Nichols

[cheaphalloweencostume]

“be gay do crime! but sex is yucky and crime is wrong!” ass website

[cheaphalloweencostume]

i appreciate this, but in a world where your gay brothers and sisters are being actively punished if not outright killed for having sex—in a fascist society that is trying to make gay sex a crime and has successfully done so in the past, in ways that still harm us today—we have GOT to be there for gay sex and the people having it. it doesn’t make you any less gay not to have sex, but that’s not something bigots are going to take into account, and if they do, it only stands to make you “one of the good ones” and pit you against your siblings and loved ones. whether someone personally wants sex or not, i think we have a responsibility to defend the people who do just as much as the people who don’t.

[102ki]

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Bucktommy Au Prompt - Newly out Buck goes to a sec shop where Tommy is giving some kind of lecture/class. Buck ends up coming to every future session(s) and Tommy finally asks him some questions and Buck is forced to be like “oh - no such and such is not really my thing ( maybe it could be with the right person but) I was here to listen to you talk”

Okay I'm heavily lifting from a place that actually existed once upon a time, except they didn't have a full blown sex shop in the same space. NSFW and immediately below the cut, because it's about a sex shop and shibari.

1. The front of the shop is more of a hangout space. They even have an espresso machine and a bunch of books. The back is the toys and the...implements. Buck had a bad experience with a cock ring and wants to get one that's actually good quality and not going to require him to have a ring cutter on hand just in case. Google had told him this was the place to go for more kink focused stuff, and he might want more than a ring. What he'd want, he's not sure of, but maybe he'll figure it out. The person working at the front asks if he's there for the class, and Buck says, "Uh...which one?" And they say, "The shibari class, you've still got five minutes until it starts." So Buck heads into the back and through the sex toys and everything until he's in a small room that's probably used for all kinds of stuff. But today, there's a handful of people and a guy with a mannequin and a bundle of rope. Buck almost leaves, but the guy sees him and grins and says, "Hey, come on in, there's a couple seats over here." It would be weird to leave, right?

2. The guy's name is Tommy, and he sounds experienced with this kind of stuff. It's not weird and sinister, it's actually kind of...nice. He explains the history of shibari and the martial art that inspired it. He goes over material types, passing around short lengths of rope for people to feel. It's then that Buck realizes almost everyone else there is with someone or a couple of someones. So when it comes time to test some stuff out, Buck ends up with the same mannequin Tommy had been using. It's shaped like a dude, but that's fine. He doesn't plan on ever doing any of this anyway. "Even if you plan on being the one who's restrained, it's good that you can show your partner or partners the safest way to do this," Tommy explains. "That's, uh, that's a good idea," Buck says. "You're pretty good with the knots already," Tommy says. "Uh, yeah, my job," Buck says as a vague explanation. He's not about to talk about work here. He's even going by Evan to everyone in the room. Plausible deniability if they ever run into each other on the street.

3. Buck leaves with a decent foundation of a new skill and is halfway home before he realizes he forgot to buy the cock ring. He gets busy, there's a big fire in the hills and he can't get a day off. He's watching helicopters swoop low into smoke and drop sand and water, he's fucking exhausted by the time he's cut loose. A couple days later, he goes to the shop and realizes it's the same evening as the intermediate class Tommy had mentioned. Tommy looks equally exhausted, but he's still patient and helpful and good at explaining everything. It's soothing, in a way, almost meditative as Buck loops and ties rope onto the mannequin. But there's a couple things that can't be done with the limitations of its only sort of articulated limbs, and Tommy offers to be the guinea pig. So Buck carefully ties Tommy's arms behind his back with his hands pressed together. "Can you move your fingers?" he asks, and Tommy wiggles them a little. "How's that feel?" "Mm, good," Tommy murmurs, almost hazy. Buck tugs on a few spots to check that it's not too tight, and he's kind of proud of himself for doing so well. When he pulls the line and Tommy comes loose, Tommy turns and gives him an open, easy smile. "Thank you," Buck says, flushing. "For, uh, trusting me to do that." "Of course, Evan," Tommy says, squeezing his shoulder.

4. There's an advanced class that involves suspension, partial or total. Buck hangs back for this one, watching people take turns with their actual partners or friends. He's not willing to try it on Tommy, he doesn't want to hurt him. But after the class is over, Tommy pulls the curtain shut and loops the rope into the ring in the ceiling again. "You don't have to get me off the ground," he says. "But if you're going to be doing this to someone or have it be done to you, I want it to be safe. You'd be surprised how many 911 calls happen because of unsafe bondage." Buck flushes. "I, uh, wouldn't," he admits. "And I've actually never been... into this. I just liked how you taught the class." And Tommy blinks and looks baffled for a moment. "I mean, m-maybe with the right person, I could be into it," Buck adds, because he'd liked seeing that pleased, hazy expression on Tommy's face last time. "But not usually." "That's...honestly surprising," Tommy says. "You fall into it easier than anyone I've ever seen, and you're kind of a natural with rigging." "Oh, uh, I'm a firefighter," Buck says. "So I kind of have to use it a lot." Tommy hums and smiles and keeps pulling the rope through the loop. "Same," he says. "That's not how I got started doing this, it was my ex. But I've been a firefighter a long time." And they talk about it as Buck ties one of Tommy's heels to the back of his thigh and he suspends his leg from the ceiling, pulling until Tommy's thighs are spread wide. Buck checks his balance and rubs a hand over his middle back and says, "You're doing great." And Tommy shudders and leans a little until his head is almost against Buck's shoulder, and Buck steps forward to give him somewhere to land. "You, too," Tommy mumbles. And Buck runs his fingers through Tommy's hair and feels him relax against him and realizes that he maybe kind of loves this.

5. Tommy teaches the classes a couple times a year. He can't commit to more because of their shift schedules, and he never has classes during wildfire season. But Buck is his assistant for the classes now. He lets Tommy do the tying, which he likes. It's nice, like a hug. He gets a little fuzzy with it, but doing it to Tommy in front of everyone would be like hitting the off switch on his brain. Buck is so well practiced at tying his boyfriend up that he can get Tommy under in just a few minutes, and then he'd have to be the one to teach the class. Which he probably could, but that kind of thing is just for them. Tommy gets quiet but so open, so vulnerable, and Buck just wants to take care of him, not explain what he's doing to a small group of people. He wants Tommy on a soft bed and getting pet all over and gently edged or kneeling on a training mat and taking Buck down his throat or suspended while Buck plays with him until he's crying. That's just for him to experience.

[redbeardace]

That makes two!

[walilieh]

another wip I would try to finish after my final (ᴗ.ᴗ)

[weepingwidar]

Marcelo Canevari (Argentine, 1984) - Untitled (2018)

[weepingwitch]

i do wish the response to the ai water usage concern debate (umm actually the water and mineral usage is roughly equivalent to all of our other constantly growing massive distributed information systems that require enormous amounts of resource extraction etc etc etc) was less of a "haha checkmate luddites" and more of a "hmm maybe we should reevaluate our usage of constantly growing massive distributed information systems that require enormous amounts of resource extraction" but idk

[pluralityofaxes]

For @bucktommysummerfest week 3, prompts: pool party / different first kiss

Bar restroom hookup ft 'put that man in a mesh top again i beg of u'

[911verse]

Harry at Station 118 with his class vrs as a probie 9-1-1, S02E14 & S09E10

[mstgsmy66]

[asexual-juliet]

ryan atwood is truly the character of all time like. he’s the brooding bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks but he’s also the moral compass of the story. he got adopted by his public defender. he stayed at the cohens’ house for one night and immediately decided he was ride or die for their geeky ass son. he has started at least four fights at fancy parties. he has a savior complex. he’s afraid of emotional intimacy. he is loyal to a fault. his type is girls who are just a little annoying. he is the king of the side-eye. he has experienced unimaginable levels of trauma. he’s 5’7”. he’s afraid of heights. he wants to be an architect. he stole a car. crashed it. he’s whoever you want him to be. he even played snoopy in his eighth grade production of you’re a good man charlie brown.

[apollabarnes]

Hiii! You're taking more AUs so here's me humbly asking for an AU (should it interest you!) where Tommy keeps delivering flowers to Buck from different women. (Maybe related to the catfishing thing if it went a different way and if it somehow made sense they could? Maybe the app has a ' send a gift' option?)

Theeeenks!🥑

cora! oh my gosh this is so fun. okay do we remember when buck got interviewed in s1? yes? yes! good. it also got very very long so it's going under a cut after a couple bullets! oh! also! an au where tommy doesn't join the fire department

after tommy left the army, he finds out pretty quickly that while helicopter rides are popular with the people of la, there are still a lot of times where he just… doesn't have a customer.

rather than sit around and keep his bird and his long suffering receptionist waiting on the off chance that they get a walk in, tommy shortens his hours to four days a week and spends the other three driving for some local businesses around the air field.

this has the immediate benefit of making his business look more exclusive, and he books up three months in advance and manages to pay molly the same amount of money that he was before.

it also means that he ends up with a lot of free lunches from the restaurants that he does deliveries for. in return, he offers the owners a free flight for birthdays and holidays.

his favourite by far to drive for though is the florist. amelia's kitty corner to the air field and her partner owen is a rather flamboyant man who takes one look at tommy and invites him out to the local bar. tommy gets inducted into the local queer scene with little fanfare and even less ribbing when it takes him a long time to actually do anything more than admit that he likes men.

after he's been flying for a few years, he's able to stop running deliveries for everyone on his off days. except for amelia. there's something about the way that people react when he drops off flowers that make it worth it to give up a day or two of his week. he figures he'll keep driving for her until she says she doesn't need him anymore (molly thinks that he's insane for still driving at all, but she's been calling him that since she showed up for the interview and found out that the tourist operation was him and a mechanic that he paid by the hour when he needed a tune up so it doesn't carry a lot of weight)

one day amelia calls him in a panic because she's just gotten a rush order for twenty deliveries and her normal driver is off writing an exam. tommy's spent eight hours doing loops of the city and he was planning on heading home, but he agrees to do the drop off.

it's not until he's pulling up that he realises the address is for a fire station. it's one that he's relatively familiar with; his old roommate sal used to work there but he hasn't thought about it much since sal moved in with his girlfriend. he's not sure why someone would order twenty flower arrangements to a fire station, but hey. it's not his money.

he muscles four of the arrangements into his arms and kicks the car door closed behind him, walking towards the open garage door. "hello? delivery for uh—"

half a dozen firefighters pop up on the balcony and the oldest one holds up a hand, asking tommy to wait. "chim, buck, maybe we can give the nice man a hand, hmm?"

"great, because i've got another sixteen in the car." tommy grins. "someone have a birthday or something?"

"hen, stevens, roger, and… matthews. looks like it's all hands on deck. welcome to the 118. i'm captain nash."

"tommy," tommy says, handing the first of the arrangements off to the two men scrambling down the stairs. well, the shortest one comes down the stairs and the other comes down the pole and tommy thinks very hard about his first ride in the vomit comet so he doesn't embarrass himself.

"cap, we should make buck get all of these!" the shorter man calls up, brandishing the card tommy had with them. "they're all for him."

"evan buckley?" tommy confirms, and the other firefighter nods, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his neck. "ev- uh, yeah, that's me."

"chim, i think—" an alarm goes off and captain nash frowns. "buck, man behind. tommy, tell me you're not blocking the driveway, or you're about to need a new car."

"nope, in the parking lot." evan — tommy's going to have stop calling him the really cute one in his head, and it's been awhile since tommy had a date and that fact is coming back to bite him right now — pulls tommy to the wall as the fire truck and the ambulance speed out of the way.

"man, i hate being man behind," evan mutters, shifting one of the arrangements to shake tommy's hand. "you better bring them up this way." he leaves tommy with two of the plants and starts back up the stairs, and tommy keeps his eyes firmly focused on the step in front of him and not the way evan's back muscles shift every time he takes a step.

"so, evan buckley, why has the city of los angeles decided to grace you with nearly two dozen floral arrangements?" tommy asks, putting his down on the long table in the middle of the loft.

evan heaves a sigh. "some reporter saw me on a scene and asked me a few questions, and i guess i have some admirers now."

"i wouldn't think that was a bad thing?"

"they're all very grateful when the rescue happens. then the shine…" evan shrugs. "tends to wear off."

"well, until it does, you'll have enough flowers to keep this place looking cheerful."

tommy makes himself stick to asking generic questions while they bring the other arrangements in, fighting the urge to ask as many weird and invasive questions as he can. he's known evan buckley for five minutes and he wants to know everything about him. the tiny owen in his head starts laughing at him. this is bad. tommy's never had a crush like this, and he was in high school during the boy band era. "—what do you think?"

tommy tunes back into the conversation and realises he's lost the plot. "actually, i was thinking that uh. well, it's no flowers, but if you want to see the city from a different angle, i can make that happen," he says, handing evan one of his own business cards.

"kinardcopters? you know a helicopter pilot?"

tommy grins. "something like that. if you ever want to go up, i'll make sure it happens."

"i'll think about it." evan glances around the empty loft. "it's pretty hot out. you want a drink before you go? there are a lot of snacks."

"i—" there's the roar of a loud engine and tommy reflexively glances down to the floor as the engine comes back in. "i should get going, actually. this was my last run of the day." and his first, but no one at the firehouse needs to know that.

"okay." evan wilts for a moment and then perks up. "thanks for dropping all this off. i don't know what i'm going with it, but they're gorgeous."

the rest of the firefighters wave at tommy on the way out and he waits in the parking lot long enough to make sure that the driver has gotten out of the truck before leaving himself; he doesn't want to be a pancake.

he doesn't spend the next week checking his phone every ten minutes to see if evan has called and he missed it, because that would be extremely juvenile and tommy is in his mid-thirties and he is not in junior high and he does not have a crush. really, owen. no he doesn't. his friends are awful. he makes the mistake of mentioning the teasing to sal and the guy laughs him off the phone. this is why they don't hang out much.

the massive amounts of flowers seem to have been a one-off, but tommy gets a call at the end of the week to do a delivery at the firehouse. it's a different shift; no evan to be seen. tommy drops the flowers off and bolts, and tells amelia he'll be happy to keep going on those deliveries. (maybe he has a crush.) the next week there are three arrangements, and still no evan. the third time, the truck is out but evan's in the loft. this time it's an enormous aloe plant, and evan's already smiling sheepishly when tommy pulls in. "you think this is a firefighter pun?" tommy wonders as he heads up the stairs. "since aloe is used for burns?"

"i hadn't even considered that," evan says, beaming down at him. "we should probably leave this one here, then, just in case." he takes it out of tommy's hands and turns away to put it on a windowsill, and tommy shakes his hands out and tries to ignore the tingling. he lets himself accept evan's offer of a glass of water and gets treated to a history of flower arrangements, courtesy of wikipedia and about a dozen botany blogs.

evan's admirers have switched to potted plants. at least they have a chance of staying alive, tommy thinks to himself when he stops by every week. not every plant stays at the firehouse, but any of the ones that have a connection to fire (or are just orange, red, or yellow) stay. the windowsills are getting crowded. "you've got an awfully dedicated admirer," tommy says, handing the latest over to evan. "you two must be pretty serious."

"i don't even know who they're from," evan says, fishing the card out of the pot and handing it to tommy as he takes the tiny money tree and tries to find some free space on one of the sills.

tommy slides his thumb under the flap and tracks evan across the loft, pushing the card out of the envelope. "i mean, you probably want to know, just in case they're following y…" tommy blinks down at the paper in his hand. "uh. this is."

evan scratches the back of his neck. "i'm not reading this wrong, right? i've caught you staring at my ass like a dozen times."

"ten, max," tommy argues automatically before flushing. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"i'm not uncomfortable. if i was i wouldn't have been ordering plants for the last three months. the — the first few times were legit. but the aloe and everything after were uh—" evan shrugs. "i wanted to see you, but i didn't know how to uh. ask?"

"this is pretty good," tommy admits, tucking the card into his wallet. to tommy, can i take you out to dinner? evan buckley. it's one of the sweetest things he's ever gotten and he's going to tuck it away with the rest of the things that makes his heart skip a beat when he thinks about them. "when's a good day for dinner?"

"uh, oh! i'm off on saturday. well, i get off friday night, but i'll have been on for twenty four and i don't want to fall asleep on you, so saturday. saturday is good."

"i'd hate for you to fall asleep on me," tommy agrees, smiling helplessly. it gets wider when evan blushes at him. tommy pats his pockets and pulls out another business card, scribbling his personal cell phone number on the back, and the address of the airfield underneath it. "meet me here three hours before dinner, okay?"

"wait, you don't even know what time—"

"any time is good," tommy promises, taking a step back as the fire truck comes back in. "you can let me know what time the reservation is."

"how do you even know i have a reservation?"

"because you like planning, evan."

"what's going on?" chim asks, leading the rest of them up into the loft. "tommy, hey. you got another delivery?"

"last one, i think," tommy agrees, smiling over at evan. "talk to you soon."

"ooh, you finally asked him," tommy hears hen crow as he heads down the stairs, and evan's "hen, stop! he can probably hear you!" follows him out of the station.

tommy's got a text from evan by the time he's gotten back to his house, and they spend the rest of the week talking about any little thing that gets their attention. tommy manages not to spill the beans about him being the pilot before evan shows up on saturday, and the surprised and delighted look on his face is worth all the texts he had to back out of in the meantime.

"you're the pilot?"

"if you'd called to set up a flight a few months ago, you probably could have saved yourself a few hundred dollars worth of plants," tommy agrees, leaning back against the door of the helicopter.

"but then i wouldn't have gotten a chance to woo you with all my random facts," evan protests.

"sweetheart, you would have had even more time to woo me," tommy promises, watching the way the flush on evan's face deepens at the endearment. "i had a crush on you the minute we ran into each other."

"aren't you a bit old to have a crush?" evan teases, taking a few steps closer until he's firmly in tommy's personal space.

"i don't know," tommy murmurs, leaning in. his lips brush against evan's with every word. "what do you think?"

[electionsmistertumbler]

Lequel mérite le titre de Mister Tumblr ? (Propagande juste en dessous)

Spirou (Spirou et Fantasio)

Loup Bleu (L'Œil du loup)

Voting ended onJun 9

Propagande Spirou :

Spirou est une icône de gauche. Spirou est un symbole résistant. Le Joueur du Grenier l'avait qualifié de "sous Tintin" mais au contraire, c'est l'infâme et colonialiste Tintin, toujours dans le tournoi, qui est un sous Spirou. Pitié votez Spirou juste pour qu'il affronte son rival de toujours et le batte à plates coutures comme il le mérite.

Extraits du livre "Spirou dans la tourmente de la Shoah", que je recommande fortement si l'histoire du personnage et de son journal vous intéresse :

Oh et bien sûr, son ship avec Fantasio est légendaire. Fanta a été éliminé, mais il aurait aimé voir son mec aller le plus loin possible. Faites-le pour eux.

Et n'oubliez pas, "un Ami de Spirou est l'ami de tous, mais surtout des faibles". o7

Propagande Loup Bleu :

Franchement je pourrai lui ecrire un poême. Peu importe qui gagne, decouvrez cette oeuvre! J'ai eu la chance de la decouvrir en livre audio lu par pennac lui même et... loup bleu... avec la voix de son auteur... qui vit son personnage... Loup bleu conteur de mon coeur forever

L'archétype originel. Il est contemplatif, mélancolique et abîmé par la vie. Il porte les cicatrices de son passé trop bresom. Il a tout perdu, maintenant c'est un sage solitaire qui revit un peu grâce à son jeune protégé, le seul qui prend le temps de comprendre et de partager sa souffrance. Si Loup Bleu était un humain ce serait l'ICÔNE des sexymen. Même si visiblement voter pour des loups ça nous arrête pas trop par ici.

[tenryuusai-atelier]

C'est la pride votez Spirou

Et lisez Le Groom vert-de-gris et L'espoir malgré tout o7

(Crédit Olivier Schwartz pour toutes les images)

[firstprinced]

and a very happy pride to Them ❤️🧡💛💚💙