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Hey, the name's Tommy Larson. I'm impervious. It's in one ear, out the other. Life goes on. Please read ABOUT.

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop‌:

Ricky practically melted into the kiss, having missed that sensation and everything about his husband. It seemed like far too long. “I missed you too, honey. You don’t even know.” He smiled, gently brushing aside some of Tommy’s hair before he leaned in to peck his nose. “You’d better show me the recipe before I smother you in more kisses.”

Tommy felt his smile grow when Ricky said that, squeezed his eyes closed when his nose was kissed and laughed lightly. “Okay, babe. That’s a good idea, because I wouldn’t even try to stop you if you did.” He took out his phone, showing Ricky the recipe he’d found earlier on the internet. “I know both of us love to bake. I think we should bring Adele in here, see if she wants to help.”

[tommy-larson]

did everyone think I died??

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop‌:

“Is that even a question? Of course I wanna try it, babe.”

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“Okay, but first...” He grinned and kissed the other man. “I missed you.”

[tommy-larson]

@theregoesthebellhop

“I found this recipe for peanut butter cookies I thought we could try, if you’re up for it.”

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Tom Holland and Robert Downey Jr. on the set of Infinity War for the new Omaze campaign video supporting Random Act Funding. (click to watch)

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Tom Holland and Robert Downey Jr. on the set of Infinity War for the new Omaze campaign video supporting Random Act Funding. (click to watch)

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

Ricky was more than excited to get the chance to settle back down into Tommy’s lap now that he’d come back, reaching forward to take Adele’s hand in his own to hold it a moment. “Num?” He asked, leaning forward and oepning his mouth for the food that Tommy was giving them both. Seemed he was still determined to hold Adele’s hand even as they ate. “W’a’s dat?” He asked, pointing into the bowl and then opening his mouth again.

Tommy smiled when he asked what it was, and scoped a little up onto the spoon for him. “It’s turkey, rice, squash, and a little carrot. She likes it.” When Ricky looked unsure of the food, he fed that little bit to Adele who eagerly accepted and was already wanting more. “See? I’ve even eaten this myself. It’s good. And very good for little guys like you.” He held out another spoonful for Ricky. “I promise you it’s yummy.”

[foxy-mulder-deactivated20190929]

this is the most powerful image on the internet.. reblog to join the circle

[hustleinatrap]

that was even better than I expected 

#StopHomophobia

[krusca]

chris evans talking about RDJ bruh……… .

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

There was a small whine at that, the little brunette curling up into Tommy’s chest as he looked to the blanket and then around the house where.. Oh. Ricky looked to Adele with big blue eyes, but his arms were still held up for Tommy even as the other walked away. “Bocks.” He said, pointing to the blocks and scooting closer to Adele while reaching for a block not being used so he could hand it to her. His thoughts were a little muddled but he knew that Adele was very nice so he scooted closer and gently patted her cheek. “Pway?”

Tommy returned a couple minutes later with some soft homemade food for both of them, grinned and sat down, since he knew Ricky was going to be wanting attention. He chuckled as both of them climbed into his lap for food, lovingly kissing both of their heads, another big smile moving over his face when Adele looked at Ricky and said “fwend.” “Look at you two. Haven’t been together five minutes, and you’re already friends.” Gently, he moved them off of his lap so they could sit in front of him and he could feed them.

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

Suddenly the lights came back on and Ricky was looking up at a much taller Tommy, big blue eyes blinking when he was lifted up off the ground and saved from the big blanket monster. He looked down at the mess, then to his tiny hands and then to Tommy, looking more than confused about all this. “Uh-oh.” He stated, reaching to hold onto Tommy’s shirt collar and brace his other hand at his chest. “… Mad’a mess…”

“It’s okay. Not your fault.” Tommy smiled while he held him close, turned around and walked out of the bedroom. “Here. Let’s go in here and play.” He went into the living room with baby Ricky, setting him down onto the floor next to their daughter, Adele, who was playing with letter blocks. “Now you two play nice. I’m going in here to finish your dinner, okay?” He bent down to kiss both of their heads, going into the kitchen to finish the food, but he could keep an eye on them from there.

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

@tommy-larson

Little grunts and noises could be heard from the bedroom, all of them coming from underneath a blanket that was on the floor and wriggling about in search of a way to get out. “Hewp!” a small voice could be heard, tiny fists trying to search for some way out of the mess of blankets before he got too scared of being stuck and potentially ended up crying.

Tommy looked up when he hard a thump from the bedroom, got up and went in there only to find something squirming around underneath a big blanket. Quickly, he moved the blanket out of the way, only to find a small, blue-eyed child staring up at him, which he scooped up and held. This baby had to be Ricky because he’d been the only one in this room a moment ago. “Shh, it’s okay. I got you.”

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

Ricky sighed a little at that, leaning into the touch despite the bit of soreness on his cheekbone. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, because before he managed to punch the other guy and knock him back… Well, the man was reaching for something in his jacket. “Yeah… Yeah, me too.” He replied, sniffling a bit and feeling that iron taste settle in the back of his throat. “I’m just a little tired. My head’s a bit sore… Got punched a couple times.” He admitted, idly kicking his shoes off and stretching out his legs to be comfortable.

Tommy returned with everything, handed him the bag of ice that was wrapped in a towel, and set the water and medicine down onto the coffee table. “Looks like more than a couple times, babe.” He smiled a little, sitting down next to his husband before gently beginning to clean the dried blood off of his face. “I bet it does. Did they hit you anywhere else? Like your stomach or your sides?” While he waited for him to answer, he carefully cleaned his mouth and the corner of his lips.

[tommy-larson]

*leaves a pie and a sorry its late valentines card and then goes and sleeps in his car till tommy finishes work.*

He comes home after work to find his favorite pie on the kitchen counter along with a card, from Dean. So he texts him to see if he’s around.

[text: Dean] Thank you for the pie, and the card is really sweet.[text: Dean] What are you up to? How about you come over and share this pie with me?~TL

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

Ricky didn’t see too much of damage to the money he did have in his wallet, just more content that he had his credit card and things like that safe in their respective places. He looked up when Tommy walked over, sighing a little and nodding his head. “Yeah, just… Someone tried to take my stuff.” He replied, moving over to the couch to settle himself down with a little grunt as he shut his eyes and leaned back a little. “M’okay, though… Just a little sore…” He stated, looking down to his hands before returning his gaze to Tommy. “I’m late, I’m sorry.”

Tommy noted that little grunt of pain that came from him, frowned, and gently dabbed at his nose with a tissue. “You might look somewhat okay, but someone put their hands on you.” He shook his head while looking at him, resting a hand on the side of his face. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you got home. Safe.” The brunette blinked back tears. “Why don’t you tell me what hurts? And please tell me if you feel like throwing up, or if you get dizzy.” He dabbed at some more fresh blood. “Get as comfortable as you can. I’m gonna get you a wet towel, some ice and Tylenol. I’ll be right back.”

[tommy-larson]

theregoesthebellhop:

@tommy-larson

So his shift had been held over to a later hour, the moon up in the sky now as he finally shambled out of the hotel after having changed into his jeans and shirt. But as he passed through to the garage, nearing a dark walkway he passed every day, a figure slipped forward and began to taunt him. Words soon progressed into shoves and the next thing he knew, the mugger was yanking his watch and wallet from his pockets…. Ricky fought hard for his things, having lost a few bucks but ran as quickly as he could to the car and drove off home to at least feel safe.

By the time he arrived, he was aching and sore, settling his keys down and reaching for his wallet to see how bad the damage was.

Tommy knew Ricky was going to work late because he let him know that morning before he left, and he’d arrived home from work several hours earlier, made himself something to eat, before putting on a movie. He was sitting on the couch in his pajamas, just waiting for his husband to come home, and grinned when he heard the door open. “Hey, baby, I missed you.” He said, at first without looking, but when he didn’t get an answer he turned to look, and his stomach felt like it dropped into his feet. The brunette got up off of the couch, immediately going over to look at his injuries. “Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?” His hands tenderly felt over his neck and the back of his skull for any bleeding. “Come over here and sit down. Let me get you cleaned up....”