Saudade, Weltschmerz, Ambien

Mostly Sterek, Bucktommy & other ships / Feminism ~ LGBTQA ~ Politics ~ Cats and more

[redstonedust]

problem with tv shows today is i think a lot of them want to be movies. 90 minute episodes with full cgi and a plot so streamlined theres no time for filler is not a tv show to me. tv shows need a low budget so they can afford to send the characters on weird detours to flesh out the universe. its healthy. its good for the ecosystem. you need a show wiki writers and tv tropes cataloguers can sink their teeth into.

[holespoles]

nanaki jun

"Surely, a wonderful encounter awaits just around the corner."

「きっと　すぐそこに　素敵な出会いがある」

[xanaxfarts]

Georgia Gerber: A Promise Kept (1999)

[monstertrucksactually]

“What more do you want- a booboo kiss?!”

thank you for this lovely prompt @acesartemis. It took me a moment to get it right, but I love how it turned out ☺️

“What more do you want- a booboo kiss?!”

They both freeze at Tommy’s words.

The last few months of tentatively trying to rebuild their places in each other’s lives—as friends, as people who want to stop ignoring that they mean something—has been going well. They go out with friends, they text, they hang out in open spaces where they can’t just fall into bed together and ignore things.

Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t want more. If he continued to claim he wasn’t dating because it’s not on his radar right now. He’s pretty sure everyone knows it’s because he’s already spoken for.

Buck’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, he meets Tommy’s gaze with a confidence he doesn’t actually have. “W- well, it probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“Evan.” Tommy’s voice is cautious. The yellow line you’re supposed to stand behind on the train platform. A warning not to step over.

“Please?”

He knows he’s playing with fire, but that’s why he’s a great firefighter, isn’t it? Because he knows what to do with things that burn.

Tommy steps closer, takes Buck’s bandaged finger, and holds it up close to his face. Without looking away, Tommy presses a kiss to the fingertip. It’s barely more than a brush of lips, but it may as well be a live wire.

“Better?” Tommy murmurs.

“No.” Simple and honest, because now that he allowed himself this one transgression he wants more.

Tommy turns Buck’s hand in his own, brings it to rest on Tommy’s cheek. He angles his head to press another kiss to the inside of Buck’s wrist, allowing it to linger.

“And now?” Tommy’s looking up at him from under his lashes.

“I think, actually, when I shut that cabinet, I might have hit my head.” He points to his temple. “Here.”

“Hmm, that won’t do.” Tommy drops Buck’s hand in favor of cradling Buck’s face between his massive palms. He leans in, hovering just over where Buck had pointed. “You sure?”

“Mmhmm. Yeah, there. It’s really been bothering me.” His eyelids flutter closed as Tommy kisses his birthmark instead.

“Anywhere else?”

“Maybe- maybe one more.” He taps his bottom lip. “Here.”

“I wouldn’t want to miss anywhere. Can’t be too careful with these things.” Tommy’s breath fans across his skin, faint hints of the strawberry pale ale lingering from earlier.

Finally, finally their lips meet and Buck’s every nerve ending sings with it. He chases Tommy’s mouth when it feels like he’s pulling away, greedy and desperate, like a man starving. His arms wrap around Tommy’s back, fists clutching at fabric.

Eventually they do have to break apart for air, but hold onto each other. Buck can’t risk letting go, not yet.

“How was that?” Tommy asks, still panting slightly. “Better?”

Buck pulls him in for another kiss, this one slower and more tender, but no less meaningful. When they separate, he rests their foreheads together.

“Yeah,” Buck confirms quietly. “The best.”

send me a sentence and I’ll write you the next 5 (at least)

[mammalianmammals]

Fennec Fox (Vulpes zerda), family Canidae, Morocco

photograph by Rabie Atlas

[amygdalae]

grant me the serenity to kill you with a brick, the courage to kill you with a brick, and the wisdom to kill you with a brick. amen

[sad-girl-hours23]

snippet surgery saturday

where instead of choosing from two openings for my trucker AU fic, i smash them both together. while not technically new, just some snipping and sewing together...the configuration is new. I hope it works 🤔 not tagging anyone because it's 649 words 😅

In the two years he's known Evan Buckley, Tommy has never gotten used to the way that he eats; enthusiastic and messy and loud.

Evan's not so much talking in between bites of his hamburger as he is biting off and chewing and talking in random intervals, completely unaware or just unbothered by the food flying out of his mouth. He's gesturing with a fry in his hand as he tells Tommy about his latest breakup with a woman whose name Tommy's already forgotten, distracted as he is by the glob of mayo gathered at the corner of Evan's mouth and the salt and grease smeared in his stubble.

Maybe Tommy would be disgusted if he wasn't so preoccupied with imagining all the ways he wants to get Evan messy instead. He hands Evan a stack of napkins, resisting the urge to wipe Evan's face himself.

Evan blushes and wipes his face. "Thanks." He nods towards Tommy's half-eaten burger and pile of fries. "Are you going to eat or are you just going to gawk at me all night?"

Tommy smirks. "Well, you put on quite a show."

Evan throws a fry at him that lands in Tommy's lap. "You don't have to watch me eat you know."

Tommy picks the fry from his lap and eats it. He grins at Evan. "It's enrichment for me."

Evan rolls his eyes and turns away, but a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

They've hardly been out of each other's sight all day. They only see each other maybe once a month or every few, so they're always some level of clingy when they finally do, but it feels different today—still them, only it's as if they're tuned into a different frequency.

Evan, who sometimes looks at Tommy like he wants to crawl into his lap and never leave, still usually gives him some degree of space. But today he's been lingering. Instead of curling up with a book on a chair while Tommy does their laundry, he helped sort the clothes and draped himself over Tommy's back as he waited for the dryer to be done. He hung onto Tommy's every word as he told a story of his early trucker days, when Tommy normally can't get a word in edge-wise; not that he ever minds. Evan hadn't even let Tommy take a shower alone, like maybe he thought Tommy would disappear if he looked away, even though they hadn't gone any longer than usual without seeing each other.

Tommy doesn't mind that either, Evan in his space—maybe because it's Evan or maybe because Tommy has long stretches of time alone to recover from it, to build up the want for it.

But it does mean that Tommy hadn't been able to jerk off today, what with him and Evan sharing the same showerhead.

Their boundaries might not be marked as clear as the lines on on a road map—sometimes Tommy felt like they were drawn in invisible ink—but that was one they hadn't cross.

Tommy startles, nearly choking on his burger, when Evan's big, hot hand lands on his upper thigh. "Jesus christ," he mutters. They may not have many boundaries, but they at least have some. He looks at Evan, who's not even looking at him at all but is staring straight ahead; clearly unaware of how close his hand is to Tommy's dick.

Evan squeezes Tommy's thigh and says his name and Tommy makes a sound that sounds like a wounded animal.

"What?" Tommy chokes out.

Evan looks at him then and, mercifully, takes his hand off Tommy's thigh. His only answer is to grab the cleft of Tommy's chin and turn his face towards the front of the cab.

Across the lot, in the cab of the truck parked directly across from Evan's, two figures move together in the dark.

[knifefightscene]

[weewoo911]

I just think Evan Buckley deserves to get picked up and spun around by his hot pilot boyfriend at least once

[corporatebanana]

why be apart :) when we can be together :)

[corporatebanana]

this man fr saw boils buck and heard the man say "once billy gets you in his sights… he finishes the job" and still wanted to fuck him......

[everything-but-the-not-natural]

@0dde11eth

[wonderingaboutitall]

The Water Garden - Childe Hassam

[whenshewrites]

"I am doing absolutely nothing which feels AMAZING!"

For BuckTommy

Hi Chemmy!! Life was lifing so I’m just now getting to this but thank you for this prompt! Thinking about it carried me through! Have some slice of life bucktommy.

~~~

“I am doing absolutely nothing which feels AMAZING!” Tommy called out in response to Buck. He was lying across the couch, feet up, pajamas still on, stack of DVDs on the coffee table.

“Great,” Buck lumbered in and swatted at Tommy’s legs. Tommy pulled them up lazily to make room for him. “Next time you get injured, make sure you take me down too so we can finally get our schedules to match up.”

Tommy snorted. “Not ready for your next shift?” He asked.

Buck shrugged. “Just wish I could stay with you for a little longer, I guess.”

Tommy wiggled his toes. “I’ll try to stay out of trouble,” he said. “And if everything goes according to my plan, I’ll still be right here when you get back.”

“Promise?” Buck asked.

Tommy nodded.

[pnglove]

[night-the-starfish]

Hunter and prey, markers on paper.

[elision]

"So, what would fandom etiquette for journalists actually look like?

At the very least, it means asking permission before embedding fan art or linking directly to fan fiction in coverage. It means thinking twice before asking actors or artists to react to ships or explicit fan creations. It means considering whether a fan reasonably expected their work to stay within the community it was made for. Most importantly, it means treating fandom spaces like real places inhabited by real people, many of whom seek out these spaces precisely because they offer a sense of belonging they may not find elsewhere.

Fandom does not need to remain in the margins to deserve respect. But if journalists are going to cover this subject, and we should, we have to be willing to approach these spaces with the same care, ethics, and nuance we would bring to any other community. Because behind every fic or piece of fan art is someone saying, 'This mattered to me.' Did it matter to you too?"

Crystal Bell - "The Pitt" fans aren't happy with journalists. We need real etiquette when reporting on fandom" Teen Vogue, April 9, 2026