we're all stories in the end

great day for the girlies(gn) who believed the shooting was eddie's 'oh' moment

just a reminder to COMPLETELY boycott Eurovision this year; Azerbaijan and Israel, despite committing genocide, are STILL allowed to compete & have NOT been banned. by refusing to ban both countries, Eurovision is profiting off of the genocide of Palestinians and Armenians.

do not listen to the artists. do not pirate or stream the artists' music, and this applies to ALL the artists who are competing and performing this year. do not listen to the songs on ANY platform, do not give them ANY attention.

write to your broadcasters and tell them you REFUSE to watch the channels until they recognise the Armenian and Palestinian genocides & that you find it disgusting how they are allowing Eurovision despite Azerbaijan and Israel's entries.

do NOT give eurovision OR the competing artists ANYTHING but silence.

boycott ALL of eurovision.

saw a poll about dry/humid heat and like OBVIOUSLY everyone preferred dry heat but. would love to know what everyone considers to be “too hot”

me personally it’s a hard cutoff at 75°F. don’t need anything more than that thank you 🫶🫶🫶

IM SO SICK OF YOU ALL

No nuance allowed. please share for a bigger sample 💕💕💕💕💕

warm milk superiority. please reblog babygirls

if youve got multiple jobs pick whatever you want idc but im more interested in the longer usual one

This guy's walking down a street when he falls in a hole. The walls are so steep, he can't get out. A doctor passes by, and the guy shouts up, "Hey you, can you help me out?" The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along, and the guy shouts up "Father, I'm down in this hole, can you help me out?" The priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a friend walks by. "Hey Oliver Stark, it's me, can you help me out?" And the friend, Oliver Stark, jumps in the hole. Our guy says, "Are you stupid? Now we're both down here." The friend, Oliver Stark, says, "Yeah, but Buck and Tommy are going to have more kiss scenes and Buck initiates some of them."

seen lots of articles and people saying that heartstopper was like "too clean" and that teenagers aren't that wholesome and they should be having sex and doing drugs and stuff and sure some teenagers definitely do have sex and party and do drugs but honestly a lot of teenagers DON'T and the idea in tv that all teenagers do that kind of thing can really fuck you up when you're like 16!!!! because you think you're behind your peers but mostly you AREN'T !!!!! we need boring teenager representation not everyone has a euphoria skins degrassi teenagehood some of us didn't drink or party or date some of us just did the kind of stuff they did in heartstopper like walk dogs and have sleepovers and skip prom to hang out at a friend's house and dance and have a good time and watch sitcoms!!! like heartstopper is good representation for people who just had regular uneventful teenage years!!!!

guilty feet have no rhythm | 1k

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he felt like this. Happy, uncomplicated, free. The world is fuzzy, warm where it wraps around him, dips under his feet like it's making way for him. Everything is so easy tonight. And it's not just the alcohol, not the tequila running warm and smooth through his veins.

No, it had been so spectacularly easy before he'd even had a drink. He'd been easy and full of joy the moment Buck had showed up on his doorstep with two freshly dry cleaned suits that they'd destroyed within the first hour of the party. It had felt, for a moment, like the house had taken its first deep breath in weeks when Buck had stepped inside.

They're in the bathroom again. Eddie has lost count of how many times they've ventured to the toilets tonight. All that alcohol, wreaking havoc on bladders and hand-eye coordination and stomachs. This time, Buck's sleeve has been soaked through by tequila, and Eddie hadn't really had an excuse to follow him in here except the thought of peeling himself from Buck's side had sent a wave of wrong through him so powerful he'd thought he was about to throw up the steak dinner they'd sat down for before karaoke.

So, he follows Buck to the bathroom, falling back against the wall when Buck notices him there and smiles brighter than the neon paint on the walls. He watches Buck shove his sodden arm under the hand dryer, and the steady whine of it fills Eddie's brain with a static that leaves him defenceless.

stay close, little brother

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Hen couldn’t help the mushy feeling she got in her stomach as she looked across the backyard at Buck. He was with Tommy, and nothing in particular was really happening, but the way they were standing so close together made her smile to herself.

Buck’s recent journey into the great big world of queerness had been a joy to watch, if she was honest. She would never forget the quiet way Buck had sidled up to her at the firehouse, a coy look on his face as he admitted he’d kissed someone and was going on date. The gender neutrality of it all had set Hen’s internal queer alarms off, but she’d waited for Buck to admit – shyly, but in a way so sugar sweet it had made her teeth ache – that he had kissed another man, and that he was bisexual, actually.

It's not that you had to have a crisis about your sexuality – it wasn’t a requirement, by any stretch of the imagination – but Hen had sort of (rightly, or wrongly) expected Buck to have at least a bit of a crisis about it. Buck couldn’t commit to changing his coffee order without having some sort of mid-level crisis about it, so sue her for thinking that something as great and big as his own sexuality might stir up a few confused feelings. But – Buck hadn’t had a crisis at all. He’d been calm, a look of genuine joy on his face as he’d said the word bisexual aloud, as he’d explained to Hen that the piece of himself that had been missing all of his life was this, his queerness, and he felt more like himself than he ever had before, and Hen had hugged him as hard as she possibly could.

She’d been proud then, but she was prouder now, watching as Buck smirked up (only slightly up – but it was cute, all the same) at whatever Tommy was saying, Tommy’s arm hooked around Buck’s waist. The Tommy of it all had been a surprise, she’d had to admit. It wasn’t as if she held a grudge, that Tommy hadn’t been out when he’d been at the 118 – the 118 she’d begun her career at was a very different place to the home it was now, after years under Bobby’s helm. Frankly, their captain had begun to collect LGBTQ firefighters like they were Pokémon, but that was a conversation for another day.

stay close, little brother

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Hen couldn’t help the mushy feeling she got in her stomach as she looked across the backyard at Buck. He was with Tommy, and nothing in particular was really happening, but the way they were standing so close together made her smile to herself.

Buck’s recent journey into the great big world of queerness had been a joy to watch, if she was honest. She would never forget the quiet way Buck had sidled up to her at the firehouse, a coy look on his face as he admitted he’d kissed someone and was going on date. The gender neutrality of it all had set Hen’s internal queer alarms off, but she’d waited for Buck to admit – shyly, but in a way so sugar sweet it had made her teeth ache – that he had kissed another man, and that he was bisexual, actually.

It's not that you had to have a crisis about your sexuality – it wasn’t a requirement, by any stretch of the imagination – but Hen had sort of (rightly, or wrongly) expected Buck to have at least a bit of a crisis about it. Buck couldn’t commit to changing his coffee order without having some sort of mid-level crisis about it, so sue her for thinking that something as great and big as his own sexuality might stir up a few confused feelings. But – Buck hadn’t had a crisis at all. He’d been calm, a look of genuine joy on his face as he’d said the word bisexual aloud, as he’d explained to Hen that the piece of himself that had been missing all of his life was this, his queerness, and he felt more like himself than he ever had before, and Hen had hugged him as hard as she possibly could.

She’d been proud then, but she was prouder now, watching as Buck smirked up (only slightly up – but it was cute, all the same) at whatever Tommy was saying, Tommy’s arm hooked around Buck’s waist. The Tommy of it all had been a surprise, she’d had to admit. It wasn’t as if she held a grudge, that Tommy hadn’t been out when he’d been at the 118 – the 118 she’d begun her career at was a very different place to the home it was now, after years under Bobby’s helm. Frankly, their captain had begun to collect LGBTQ firefighters like they were Pokémon, but that was a conversation for another day.

stay close, little brother

ao3 link

Hen couldn’t help the mushy feeling she got in her stomach as she looked across the backyard at Buck. He was with Tommy, and nothing in particular was really happening, but the way they were standing so close together made her smile to herself.

Buck’s recent journey into the great big world of queerness had been a joy to watch, if she was honest. She would never forget the quiet way Buck had sidled up to her at the firehouse, a coy look on his face as he admitted he’d kissed someone and was going on date. The gender neutrality of it all had set Hen’s internal queer alarms off, but she’d waited for Buck to admit – shyly, but in a way so sugar sweet it had made her teeth ache – that he had kissed another man, and that he was bisexual, actually.

It's not that you had to have a crisis about your sexuality – it wasn’t a requirement, by any stretch of the imagination – but Hen had sort of (rightly, or wrongly) expected Buck to have at least a bit of a crisis about it. Buck couldn’t commit to changing his coffee order without having some sort of mid-level crisis about it, so sue her for thinking that something as great and big as his own sexuality might stir up a few confused feelings. But – Buck hadn’t had a crisis at all. He’d been calm, a look of genuine joy on his face as he’d said the word bisexual aloud, as he’d explained to Hen that the piece of himself that had been missing all of his life was this, his queerness, and he felt more like himself than he ever had before, and Hen had hugged him as hard as she possibly could.

She’d been proud then, but she was prouder now, watching as Buck smirked up (only slightly up – but it was cute, all the same) at whatever Tommy was saying, Tommy’s arm hooked around Buck’s waist. The Tommy of it all had been a surprise, she’d had to admit. It wasn’t as if she held a grudge, that Tommy hadn’t been out when he’d been at the 118 – the 118 she’d begun her career at was a very different place to the home it was now, after years under Bobby’s helm. Frankly, their captain had begun to collect LGBTQ firefighters like they were Pokémon, but that was a conversation for another day.