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kw in the big 2026
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sunlight through a window, where i stand
bucktommy | whump | hurt and comfort | READ ON A03
Sent to a medical call at an elderly couple's bungalow with reports of a suspected heart attack and the victim having been trapped against the front door, the 118 hits tragedy midway through a twenty four hour shift.
rewrite of a vessel, tempest driven
There’s a soft tread of footsteps from the mezzanine staircase and Buck places the last dish on the draining board, discarding the damp gloves. “Didn’t know you were returning to the one-eighteen, Tommy.” Buck laughed, turning around. Bobby smiles at him as he flicks on the kettle, sleep drawn face thrown into shadows. His hair is rumpled on one side, with pillow lines stretching across his cheek. Buck looks down at his hoodie as Bobby grabs two mugs from the cupboard; it’s LAFD issued, in the usual navy blue with the departmental insignia inscribed on the right breast. It’s only when he looks beneath the printed shield that he sees LAFD AIR OPS in tiny white lettering. Buck laughs helplessly. No wonder it had felt looser in the waist and tighter in the shoulders, even as the arms fell almost to his finger tips. Buck’s department issued hoodies were well fitted, enough give in the torso that he could move and shift comfortably, looking good but practical. It’s only as he pays proper attention that he realizes Tommy’s hoodie falls a little looser and lower than Buck’s own. It feels a little like a hug. “Hadn’t even realized, Cap,” Buck laughs quietly in the deserted kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?”
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When The Lilacs Are In Bloom 2026
I had a whole post drafted and for whatever reason it didn't say so here I go again.
Anyway, I almost finished it on time and then stuff happened and I also got sick. So yeah. Late again. Random fact: you can't really see it all that well, but it's an edited photo of the lilacs growing next to my home.
So, the necklace. It is the main point of this drawing, and if you are familiar with my works, the same necklace appears in a lot of them (especially the ones including Kai). In real life it is a locket I have owned since I was like 10. The first necklace has a piece of paper with Kai's name written on it. I wore it so much during elementary school, then in middle school, then for some time in high school, that it is pretty worn now, so I keep the original in a small box on my Beyblade shelf. I managed to buy another, identical one, and I wear it to all beyblade tournaments that I attend. But the original one is safely stored.
The necklace (or the locket?) used to have a pretty extensive lore I sadly don't remember anymore (because it's been like 20 years since then). What I do remember is that the kid me originally imagined getting it as a gift from Kai. The theme reoccurs in a lot of my self-inserts actually.
(Oh, and btw, this drawing has an anti-AI filter on)
Idk why I'm talking about it. I just wanted to share? Anyway, that locket is my most important possession.