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Sentences Sunday
I'm trying to get back to writting frat boys au cause I actully wanna post chapter 2 soon, so, here's some of it. Boys are nailing it in being "no homo friends with benefits":
"Do we, uh, have any courses together this year? I think we have some overlapping in our programs?" Evan asks, checking his schedule, slurping his milkshake as loud as humanly possible. He once did it accidently and Tommy made a comment. Essentially now Evan does it to annoy him.
"Hopefully no, because if I hear your slurps there, I might strangle you, and it's gonna have too many witnesses."
Evan smirks, "I don't drink when study," then winks dropping his voice to the whisper even Tommy might not hear, but read on his lips, "and don't threaten me with good times."
"Good times?"
"You on top, uh, top of me with your hands sensually grabbing me? Yeah, good times."
Tommy's blush is now Evan's favorite thing about him.
"Haven't thought you're so easily turned into the lobster."
Tommy leans over the table to grow in his face.
"I'll do it with your ass if you won't stop."
Evan hardly swallows. The goosebumps run down his skin. Blood in the head boils, while the rest runs to his cheeks to paint them red and up to his cock. It throbs and Evan knows what they should try sooner than later , "d-don't threaten with good times. I t-told you that, uh, just a second a go."
Now thew wicked smirk comes to Tommy, "and yet now it's you who's the lobster."
His answer gets lost when waitress comes with incredibly smelling sandwiches. He still finds his time to leave the last words on him.
"Can't take you anywhere. Always gonna talk about sex."
"You started it!" Tommy's outraged shriek gets the attention of the crowd. Several head turn and Tommy has to hide behind him.
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something sunday
was tagged recently by @corporatebanana and @devirnis. I don't really have anything new for superman au, and i'm getting to the point where i will likely be sharing less and less on here for spoiler reasons so. have an (incredibly) rough draft of something based off of this post that i will maybe possible write someday.
Since Theo showed no signs of wanting to be separated from Buck anytime soon, Buck parked him on his booster seat at the dinning room table with apple slices and a juice box while dragged his laundry over the the table to start folding. He used to do laundry a couple times a month, and usually just because he was running out of clean uniforms. But now, with an extra body in the house—and once with an even greater penchant for spills than Buck—he finds himself doing laundry once a week, if not more.
Theo slurps down the last of his juice until the box concaves and smacks it down on the table with a satisfied sigh. His legs kick against the chair and he watches Buck curiously as he gently folds the faded military green T-shirt that Buck has yet to get rid of, one that makes an all-too frequent appearance in the laundry basket these days.
"Do I know about Tommy yet? Or is that part later?"
Buck nearly knocks over a pile of tiny underwear as he twists to face Theo.
"Wh—what, um. W-w-what do you mean by that, bud?" Buck racks his brain for any mention of his ex he might have made since Theo moved in, any slip of the tongue from him or his family that would have introduced Theo to the owner of the shirt he was just folding.
"He's a secret code!" Theo explains delightedly. "So that you know I'm looping." He picks up another apple slice to munch on, apparently satisfied with his explanation.
Buck's stomach drops out from under him, and his hands shake as he picks up his phone from the table and swipes to his text thread with Maddie.
Do you remember when I was younger and we spent a month with our grandparents?
He hesitates a moment before sending the text, and then follows it up with: You and I played a card game I was hoping to teach Theo
The little dots appear and reappear for ages before Maddie's text finally comes through.
We were only with them for one day, but you were so little it probably felt like a month 😂😂
Buck's vision blurs at her response, and lets his phone fall back to the table, barely noticing the buzz of another text answering his other question.
One. Day.
Probably not even a full day, since Buck remembers getting into the car when the sun was still up. He woke up in the car again the next morning, pulling back into his grandparent's driveway.
Theo has an apple slice in each hand now, and is bashing them into each other while making growling sounds. Any other day, Buck would be encouraging to eat his food and play with his toys, but all he can think of now is how many times they may have had this conversation already.
The bathroom door barely gets shut before Buck is dry heaving into the toilet.
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something i actually just realized on call w some friends recently is how crazey it is that your online friends are as many as thousands of feet above or below u right now. like if you teleported to their location without changing your height above sea level, well your fucked in some way basically
How high above sea level are you right now?
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me checking this dumb stupid idiot app everyday like there's a daily login bonus
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I’ve become a big fan of Critical Role C04 so I started drawing some fanart hehe~
Here’s Tyranny, my favorite 💖
fuck it friday: go go! edition
Tagged by @devirnis. Thank you!
Here's a little something from the next bit of even up the score.
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Because he'd been in a desert getting shot at during what would've been his college years, Tommy never had the opportunity to really let his creativity soar by inventing a stupid drinking game. But since he's on the wrong side of 40, he's both making up for lost time and taking the first steps toward a midlife crisis by coming up with one now.
The game is called Did You Honestly Think You Deserved Anything Different? and the rules are: every time Tommy thinks of Evan spitting out I don't have feelings for everyone I sleep with, he takes a drink. There are three empty glasses lined up in front of him and he's just about done with his fourth. He's not sure if that means he's winning.
Smacking his lips, he's just about to flag down Estefania for another glass of Craftsman small batch IPA when someone slides onto the stool next to him.
"Is this a private pity party or can anyone join?"
It's the nature of the beast looking and presenting the way he does, he supposes with an inward sigh, but it never gets any easier explaining to perfectly nice women that they're barking up the wrong tree.
Tommy turns his head to politely turn this newcomer down, then freezes. He'd recognize those eyes anywhere.
"Or is it invitation-only?" Kimberly Hart asks with an impish grin.
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fuckin' friday 💵💵💵
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hello friends i have been working hard on 'gay' for pay i fear some of this may be from a make me write — i did take a quick look but if any of this is familiar OOPS
Buck's still breathless as Tommy rocks back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Holy shit, okay. Maybe there's something to gays giving good blowjobs. But, sorry dude, I don't think I could give up pussy for that." Buck says, shakily pulling off the condom, tying it, and throwing it in the garbage can. He does a little fist pump when it lands in before he tucks his dick back in his shorts. Tommy clears his throat, but his voice is still fucked out when he offers, "You could fuck me. Ass is ass, or whatever." He shrugs jerkily, hand clenching down on the sizable bulge in his jeans. Buck wants to moan, nod, pop some Cialis and fuck Tommy until he's a moaning, shuddering mess and then some. Guys like Tommy make Buck like his job; what he wants is straightforward, and he's good-looking. Buck would love to get paid to spend more time with Tommy and see what's under that straining denim. That's not what Tommy wants, though, or at least that's not what he's paying for. Buck wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. "Nah, man. Getting sucked off is one thing, fucking a dude? That's like, actually gay." Tommy huffs, shutting his eyes, and Buck's stomach sinks. Was that too far? "Yeah, I get it. Uh, let me get —" He stands up and immediately starts wobbling.
Fuck It Friday ⚔️
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productivity has taken a bit of a dive recently thanks to Black Flag Resynced, but I am determined to have this finished in the next month or so
"I didn't miss anything exciting, did I?" Tommy asks. Eddie grins. "No, things were perfectly uneventful. Although someone was in a bit of a mood." Evan makes a scoffing noise. "I was not." "Who said I meant you?" Eddie asks innocently. "It could have been another noble who was determined not to crack a smile until we received word you were on your way home." Evan glares at Eddie even as his face turns red. Tommy barely disguises his laugh as a cough. "Will you be joining us tonight at the tavern?" Eddie asks. "You must have some stories from your travels." In his peripheral vision, Tommy can see Evan shifting his weight impatiently. "Tomorrow, certainly," he says. "Tonight I would like to spend in my own bed." "Fair enough." Eddie shoots Evan a wry smile. "Buck, I hope you let Tommy get some rest before demanding his attention." Evan rolls his eyes. "I'm not that unreasonable. We — we just have something important to discuss, is all." "After you, my lord," Tommy says, inclining his head slightly. With a curt nod at Eddie, Evan sets off purposefully again towards the keep. "Have fun," Eddie says to Tommy with a wink. Tommy hesitates, caught off-guard by the remark. But then Evan calls for him over his shoulder and Tommy's feet carry him off after his lord.
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Collins is gone.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food
wīya ispīh iyiniw-kiskīyihtamowin pasikōpayiki kāwi askiy ta-iyihyīmakan
"focaccia, serves 4" yes all 4 me
"tiramisu, serves 2" yes all 2 myself
“Pie, serves 8” yes I 8 it all
today i offered nothing. good night everyone!!!
ASSASSIN'S CREED BLACK FLAG RESYNCED — [6/?]
GHOST OF YŌTEI — SCENERY ´ˎ˗
if the satanic panic was happening now a lot of you guys would be like “DNI if you don’t believe survivors of satanic ritual abuse at daycare”
lost for words chapter 5 ☕📖☕ - complete!
bucktommy - 1.8k - 11k total - explicit -alternate universe, sex worker evan buckley, author tommy kinard, TBI aftermath, speech disorder, self-esteem issues, explicit sexual content, edging, car accident, mentioned tommy kinard/OMC, post sex regret, angst with a happy ending.
Sometimes the cure for heartbreak is the biggest, sweetest iced monstrosity at your favourite coffee shop. Sunlight doesn't hurt either, so a week after — well. A week later, Tommy finds himself bringing a frosty cup of mostly sugar to the patio. As soon as he slumps into a chair, the person reading a few tables over stands and drops their newspaper, and Tommy's stomach drops right alongside it.
you can read chapter 5 of lost for words on ao3 here, or start from the beginning here!
thanks y'all for coming along on this ride with me 😌🙏