Sarina

she/any | 21 | lg(bt)q(+) | kinkley endgame truther

[lovely-lou]

Welcome to lovely-lou!

Hi! I'm Sarina, welcome to lovely-lou! You can find me on my ao3, or on bluesky. Below the line are some things to get to know me better!!

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I'm obsessed with Tommy, Athena, Hen, and Karen.

I love all of the couples, but kinkley, bathena, and henren hold the biggest places in my heart.

Maybe I'm biased, but Lou and Angela are my favorites of the cast and I love them with my whole being.

Formerly keenonkinkley.

[itsametaphorok]

People in this fandom have such shipping brain rot that they will side with the employer with all the leverage instead of the employee.

Everyone on the cast has expressed difficulties working on this set bc of the show runner. Last minute scripts, long ass hours, not enough time to do any type of prep or rehearsal, not enough time so the makeup has looked horrendous for a season now. This is a fact.

Ryan said he didn’t get the script for his speech to Kim/Shannon until the night before. He said he wanted to do more takes but didn’t have time.

Now imagine being a guest actor and not knowing until the day of whether you will have a job tomorrow. Think of how difficult it is to plan your work around this.

People siding with Tim on this and shouting down the employee for pointing out how fraught this business is needs to have their liberal card revoked. Congrats, you’ve joined the side that promotes anti-worker practices.

And for the record, it doesn’t HAVE to be this way. If Tim would plan ahead they wouldn’t be in these situations. But Tim prides himself on the fact that he doesn’t. That’s so quirky of him, but then literally everyone else on set has to suffer.

And the stories have suffered because of this. You can tell nothing is planned when storylines get dropped and picked up every episode.

Take off your shipping glasses and see how the work itself and the workers are the casualties here because of one man.

[siratonin]

Hmm 👀

[louferrignojrofficial]

LOU FERRIGNO JR. IN NIGHTSHADE (2022) - 13/∞

[callofthecurlew]

... they bring back one of Karen's ex-girlfriends and it's just Idina Menzel.

Coincidentally, this happens to be the gas-leak musical episode.

[vamphours]

@erodingsinner asked: spare henren art ? <33

of course!!!!

[louferrignojrofficial]

LOU FERRIGNO JR. as TRENT FOX RESISTING ROOTS (2022)

[station18908]

I blame @goforpilotkinard for this. This is not canon compliant at all.

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The first time Tommy thinks about getting a dog is right after he buys his house.

His grandfather had a collie when Tommy was a kid, a sweet old girl with incredibly soft fur. She stuck to his side every summer, no matter where he went, almost like she had waited all year for Tommy to come and visit again.

In hindsight those summers were the best part of his childhood. Now Tommy is about to move into his own house, bought with the money his grandfather left him. He likes the idea of sharing his new home with a dog.

Tommy looks into a good fence for the backyard, potential vet bills, the average fee for a reliable dog walker... And decides to table the idea for later.

*

The next time Tommy seriously considers the idea is after Aaron breaks up with him.

He's sick of putting himself out there. No matter how hard he tries, he always ends up feeling like there's something wrong with him. Or maybe Tommy just has very bad taste in men. He deletes his dating profile and throws himself into restoring an old Camaro. Staying busy helps, but Tommy is kind of tired of coming home to an empty house.

So he looks at the numbers again. Tommy's far from rich, but he's doing okay; he can probably find somebody to walk his dog when he's on shift.

But then Aaron calls him out of the blue, apologizing and begging for a chance to talk things through. Tommy knows exactly how that's going to end, but apparently he's lonely and stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

Maybe it's a good thing he doesn't have a dog. He isn’t even good at looking out for himself.

*

He sets up an appointment at the animal shelter a year into the pandemic. They aren’t accepting any walk-ins, so he needs to do all paperwork up front before he’s allowed to meet any dogs.

Tommy wonders how many people are trying to adopt a pet right now because they don’t ever want to be stuck at home on their own again. He can't even blame the pandemic, he's been feeling lonely for a long time.

But he looks at the long row of kennels and for some reason none of the dogs seem right, although Tommy isn't even sure what exactly he's looking for. Not a puppy, and not a chihuahua. There are so many different breeds, sizes and ages available, and yet it feels like something is missing.

After a while a helpful employee asks: "Are you married to the idea of adopting a dog?"

*

Gray is a gray tabby. Whoever named her isn't getting any points for creativity. She's on the small side, despite being fully grown, and most of her tail is missing.

Tommy has no idea what happened to Gray, but she's much more affectionate than he expected her to be. If he leaves the room, she'll follow him within a couple of minutes. She even insists on following Tommy into the shower, and then yowls her head off because she's getting wet.

She gets into every nook and cranny, and keeps climbing the TV instead of her scratching post. Tommy's neighbor feeds Gray when he's on shift, but of course she still pretends to be half starved every time he comes home.

It doesn't matter if he's on the sofa, in the kitchen or in the garage, Gray is always somewhere close-by. And if he's lucky, she'll curl up on his chest after he goes to bed.

Her presence soothes something inside of him. The loneliness is still there, but it's less crushing now.

*

Gray avoids Nick like the plague, even after a couple of weeks. The relationship dwindles down pretty fast, mostly because Tommy keeps thinking there has to be a good reason for her behaviour.

Jake actually seems to like Gray more than Tommy, and still likes the cat pictures on Tommy's instagram account for months after they stopped dating.

Frank and Gray seem happy to ignore each other in a pact of mutual disinterest.

Tommy never wants to hear another stupid joke about being a gay man who loves pussy.

*

"You have a cat?" Evan asks when he notices the scratching post in the living room.

"Yeah, give her a couple of minutes, she'll show up."

Evan just nods and puts the take-out containers down on the table. "Do cats like Chinese?"

"Mine will eat almost anything, if you let her. Guard your chicken."

As if on cue, Gray pads through the open door, and Evan waves at her. Tommy snorts, already way too charmed by this adorable man.

*

The third time Evan comes over, he brings a cat toy and a small bag of treats. "I'm trying to win over your guard dog," he explains.

"My what?" Tommy laughs.

Evan shrugs and grins. "I need to get in her good graces if I want to put my head on your chest. It was her spot first."

And for the first time in a while Tommy thinks everything's going to be just fine.

[unfuckablebogtroll]

Picture it: the ending scene of an episode. Buck finally calls Tommy. It goes to voicemail. Buck unburdens himself to Tommy’s voicemail inbox, kinda like how he wrote Abby a letter in Stuck, and it’s really nice and really sad, and he’s wishing Tommy only good things, it’s playing like an old school episode ending voiceover, and we’re of course suffering because it’s so joever.

But as Buck is winding down, the scene flips to a cracked phone and the sound of alarms start fading in, and the camera pulls out and we see Tommy unconscious and bleeding, held in by his harness, and the camera pulls out again and the helicopter’s like fucking upside down pinned in a narrow ravine. End, everybody screams.

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

A Conversation | Rewrite of 8x06 Bucktommy

“You’d end up breaking my heart. And I - I don’t think I can deal with that,” Tommy looks to the ceiling, feeling the tears well at the bottom of his eyes. He blinks and looks at Buck. His brows are furrowed; his face is a mixture of disbelief and confusion. Tommy swallows, “I should go,” he whispers and heaves himself off the chair.

This can’t be happening. How did this go downhill so fast?

Buck is quick to get up and grab Tommy’s wrist as he turns his back. “Whoa whoa. Hey, what’s going on right now? What just happened? Sit back down,” Buck gently commands and pulls Tommy back to the stool and scoots his own closer so their knees are interlocked. ”This sounds a lot like a break up.”

Tommy sniffles, “it’s for the best, Evan.”

“For who? We’re happy. We have a great thing here and you want to throw it away? How does that make sense?”

”You’re not seeing me for who I am. The guy you admire? The one that ‘paved the way’ is not me. Never was,” Tommy explains.

”Okay,” Buck says and he can see where he put Tommy on a pedestal. “I’m sorry I made you out to be this gay mentor for me to idolize. You’re not. You’re my boyfriend. I still admire my boyfriend. I still think you’re confident and capable.”

”I never felt confident, I’m always feeling like a fraud.”

Buck takes a moment to let Tommy breathe, he takes Tommy’s hands in his and holds on tight. “You are confident. It takes confidence to fly like you do, to come out in his line of work, to kiss a guy who didn’t even know about his own bisexuality,” Buck laughs. “Honey, sorry to break it to you, but you are confident.”

“But this isn’t about me,” Tommy says.

”Isn’t it though? You self sabotaging in some weird way of protecting yourself,” Buck says, trying to tamp down his frustration.

Tommy looks struck, he looks like he’s about to bolt out the door. Buck hit the exact wrong nerve. “Because I’ve been there. I’ve been through it more than once. With you it’s different. You actually give me hope for a future, but if it ends, like it inevitably will, it’s going to destroy me.”

“So that’s it, huh? You just get to decide our fate and walk out of my life?” Buck asks and takes a deep breath. He can sympathize with Tommy in some sense; he felt that fear of heartbreak when he started dating again after Abby. “And you know, this isn’t my first relationship. It’s not even my first serious relationship.”

“But it’s your first with a man,” Tommy tries, but Buck scoffs.

“Why should that matter?” Buck’s voice gets low and intimate. He leans even further into Tommy’s space trying to catch his eyes. “Tommy. Why do you get to decide something that I feel? I can even say I’ve been in love before. But it wasn’t like this.” Tommy’s breath hitches. “With you, it’s easy. Easiest it’s ever been. And that’s not something I’m willing to give up on. I love you. And I’m sorry I jumped the gun asking you to move in before saying that. I don’t love you because this is my first queer relationship. I love you because you’re you. I love your patience, your attentiveness, your dry humor, your warmth, your heart. There are a lot of reasons that don’t have to do with your gender. Although I do love your rugged face and your dick,” Buck adds with a laugh and that makes Tommy smile. “If I had to bet I’d say you love me too.”

Tommy nods and breathes deep then ducks his head, focusing on Buck’s hands holding his. “I do. I’m just so scared.”

A tear falls down Tommy’s cheek and Buck reaches up to catch it on his thumb. He cups Tommy’s stubbled jaw and caresses his cheek. “Why are you breaking your own heart, baby?” Buck whispers. That makes more tears spill out. Tommy really wishes he knew.

“Can we take a step back? No moving in, no Mach speed. I can slow down. Is that what you need?”

“I-I don’t know,” Tommy says shakily. “It would help I think.”

“Okay. Then we do that. We take our time. But please do me a favor?” Tommy meets Buck’s earnest eyes with still tearful ones. “You have to trust me with your heart. We’re in this together. I’m scared too and just as invested.”

“I’ll try,” Tommy promises. “I love you.”

A beaming smile threatens to split Buck’s face in two and pulls Tommy in for a deep kiss. He stands up, still connected to Tommy’s mouth as both hands move to land on either side of his neck. They kiss like that for a few minutes with Buck standing as close as possible in between Tommy’s spread knees and bent over at an awkward angle to keep kissing him.

“I think we should skip the movie, we’re late anyway,” Buck says against Tommy’s lips. “I’m gonna take you upstairs and get you out of your head.”

“Okay,” Tommy agrees and makes a mental note of trusting that Buck knows what’s best for him. How lucky is he?

[dailykinley]

I'm, uh, I'm sorry, did you want the red one? 😉

Has anyone ever told you you are a vision in a cone? 😏

[louferrignojrofficial]

a random photodump of lou - *ahem* - me

[dimpleskinard]

You need to rest if you want to heal. You heard the doctor.

[bucksaiga]

This is completely self indulgent but if you care, enjoy.

[buckleysloaf]

It’s that kind of day

[louferrignojrofficial]

LOU FERRIGNO JR as DONOVAN ROCKER S.W.A.T. 1x22 - "HOAX”

[chamacafeahorrible]

NO MORE SAD THANKSGIVING FICS. Here have a happy one featuring Buck and Tommy’s daughter that @geddyqueer and I created

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Let Your Heart Beat Here

“The turkey is gonna be dry.”

“It’s not going to be dry.”

“No, it’s gonna be dry. And the glaze on the carrots will be burnt, and the mashed potatoes will be gluey, and the Brussels sprouts will no longer be recognizable as a vegetable. It’s finally our turn to host and Thanksgiving is already ruined.” Evan’s voice pitched higher and higher the more frantic he became, and right now he sort of sounded like a chipmunk. “No one is ever going to let us host again.”

“Sweetheart, Thanksgiving is not ruined. It’s 12 pm, and I haven’t even peeled the potatoes yet. Let me do that at least before you resign yourself to a gluey mess.” Lainey is starting to get fussy in his arms as she’s slowly realizing that her dads aren’t paying attention to her. Just like her dad. Tommy loves them both so much. He adjusts his hold on her, snuggles her a little closer. “And hey! You know, everyone will pour gravy over everything so no one will even care if the turkey is dry!”

Evan shoots him an unamused glare. He’d offered to host a month ago when he saw that A-shift were the lucky ones this year, and weren’t scheduled on Thanksgiving. Since then, he had taken over a wall in their spare bedroom/office/hobby room so he could meticulously plan out everything he needed to do beforehand, and on the day itself. There were spreadsheets, and color coded charts, and post-it notes with messages like ‘bacon? greens’ and ‘youtube tablescaping’. Tommy had called it his murder wall at one point, and Evan didn’t talk to him for a full hour.

“Here, you have 15 minutes before you need to enact the next stage of your battle plan, hold the baby, it’ll make you feel better.” He hands over their daughter, and she excitedly reaches for Evan with one hand, damp chew toy in the other.

(“Tommy, do not call it a chew toy! Our daughter isn’t a dog!”

“I mean, it’s a toy and she’s chewing on it.”)

Evan melts as soon as he has her in his arms. “You’ll still love me even if I ruin Thanksgiving, right, Lainey? You don’t care, you eat puréed chicken. Hey, wanna go for a drive? Let’s go to the beach, and get away from that awful, awful turkey. Your daddy can hold down the fort, it’s okay. He’ll tell everyone I went crazy, and ran off. They’ll understand.” He kisses Lainey’s cheeks over and over again until she starts giggling, which in turn gets Evan going, and it’s like a beautiful symphony of Tommy’s favorite sounds.

He remembers being 15, sitting at a tense dinner table with his parents, the only sounds in the house were the ticking of the hallway clock and the scrape of forks on ceramic plates.

He remembers being 20, sitting in the mess hall on base, picking at his stuffing and turkey gravy, while his fellow soldiers were calling their families back home. He had talked to his mom already, a brief and perfunctory 5 minute phone call. His dad hadn’t gotten on the line.

He remembers being 25, sitting in his small apartment, eating leftovers that a coworker’s wife pushed into his hands. No one to talk to that year, tried not to cry while thinking about his mom.

He remembers being 30, and then 35, and then 40. So much time spent alone.

He’s 45 now. Tommy never imagined he’d ever have this. Never let himself imagine it. He has a house that’s a little worn around the edges but, Evan’s made it a home. He has a husband and a daughter. They have a family, and their lives are so filled with love that it makes Tommy breathless sometimes.

Evan looks over at him, grin impossibly wide, and Tommy’s heart-clenches in the best way possible. His eyes start to feel suspiciously wet. He blinks a few times, and clears his throat. “Sorry, no way are you guys leaving daddy to deal with the fallout. I’m coming with you, I already have our go-bags ready.”

Evan grabs the collar of his shirt, and pulls him closer. Presses a soft kiss to his lips, and winks, “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t even dream of leaving you behind, babe.”

And Tommy knows he wouldn’t.

“You’re stuck with us forever. It was in the fine print of the marriage certificate: ‘no returns allowed’. Hah! Isn’t daddy so silly, Lainey? Thinks he can get away from us. I don’t think so!” Tommy doesn’t remind Evan that he was the one talking about running away not even a minute ago. He’ll let it slide.

“I wouldn’t even make it past the front door. I’d miss you too much.” Tommy smiles at the both of them and feels something settle in his chest. He’s safe and loved and he doesn’t ever have to leave again.