fanart abound

 as long as there is an ocean ✧ read on ao3

the abyssal plains of tommy's subconscious are littered with the carcasses of his father's favorite adages.

tbqh the most annoying part about being a detail-oriented artist is being like fuuuuck yeahhh i’m SO gonna draw tommy and buck fully making out in buck’s kitchen and it’s gonna be sooo good

and then realizing i actually personally have to draw the whole fucking kitchen in order for them to be making out in said kitchen

alright since we got no bucktommy makeout in 7x05 (although what we did get was so good, i'm not complaining) i feel extra motivated to finish this drawing today lmao

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don’t look too hard it’s a WIP lmao

tbqh the most annoying part about being a detail-oriented artist is being like fuuuuck yeahhh i’m SO gonna draw tommy and buck fully making out in buck’s kitchen and it’s gonna be sooo good

and then realizing i actually personally have to draw the whole fucking kitchen in order for them to be making out in said kitchen

alright since we got no bucktommy makeout in 7x05 (although what we did get was so good, i'm not complaining) i feel extra motivated to finish this drawing today lmao

in spite of the way that it is ✧ read on ao3

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when buck first brings it up, it's to everyone in the 118, or at least anyone who's willing to lend an ear. he saunters into the kitchen with a smile bright enough to account for the unseasonably grey weather outside, megawatt-beam elation radiating off of his body and bouncing into every corner of the station. the minute he starts blabbing about how tommy came to his place late last night, at least two ears are swiftly discounted — chim walks away with his hands firmly clapped over the sides of his head, saying, "la la la, don't want to hear it," much like a petulant kindergartener.

bobby finds himself suddenly very busy with noisily reorganizing the utensil drawer, but doesn't quite leave the area; hen immediately raises her brows and takes a pointed sip of her orange juice, knowing buck will continue unprompted. ravi, just coming up the stairs himself, has no idea what he's walking into, the poor guy.

and eddie — eddie knows better than to involve himself in this. he could easily extract himself now, fake a phone call with christopher's school, pretend like there's something imperative that he left in the locker room. instead, he remains parked at the table, piping mug of black coffee insisting that he needs mo' joe as it sits untouched in front of him. his own uncertain reflection stares back at him from the coffee's dark surface.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ he's back to spewing his nonsense into the void of the internet again, folks