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its like watching a car accident. but youre in the car that just totaled itself
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you'll just be minding ur business and then suddenly the air smells like an august evening in 2005
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buck + self-destructive behavior
self-destructiveness n. actions by an individual that are damaging and not in his or her best interests. The individual may not be aware of the damaging influence of the actions or may on some level wish for the resulting damage.
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9-1-1 ▸ 4.05 buck begins
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Representation
Super rare male friendship on tv
VS
Slow-burn over several seasons, friends to lovers between two guys (neither of which was introduced as queer)
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└ dylan larkin for state and liberty
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(can’t get the idea of Poe singing folk songs for Finn out of my head)
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sorry i covered your neck in dark hickeys and clamped down hard on your throat like limp prey while i was giving you a handjob. you whimpered a little too soft and i blacked out and believed myself to be a feral dog in possession of an entire rotisserie chicken
you all know there's other posts on here to reblog right
everybody else deactivate your account these two need the room for a second
y'all are tagging posts like recipe website commenters
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Saw this meme format and something suddenly possessed me to recreate this with the 118 members. Tell me, what did they do to end up here?
Also peep my v first post :3
Anonymous asked:
Tommy takes Buck for a flying lesson and something hit the helicopter so now they are going down. They crash but miraclulously both survive but tommy broke his leg and he can't walk. Buck has no service on his phone and he won't leave Tommy alone to search for help. So they have to wait. Someone had to have heard their mayday call and the helicopter has gps. But it's getting dark and there are storm clouds forming. Buck is doing everything he can to keep tommy warm until help can arrive.
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Yes, hello, hi you have my attention.
Regarding the coming storm: do you think it’s likely that those clouds might produce hail?
Buck’s sitting next to/kneeling over Tommy with his own jacket kinda fanned out like an umbrella to shield him from the wind and the rain. Then when the ice starts falling he just gets even closer, taking the brunt of it himself as he tries to protect Tommy’s head.
AND THEN when Tommy tries to get him to move and protect himself and Buck refuses, Tommy just wraps his arms around Buck’s head and they just try to wait it out and protect each other as best they can
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A character shielding their companion from the elements with their own body- positioning themselves as a wind-block; sitting so their shadow is cast across their companion's face; leaning over them to provide scant shelter from the rain; curling close to lend their warmth; tucking their companion's face close and cupping a hand over it to block wind-blown grit or sand; acting as a human shield from pelting hail or sleet; cradling their companion in their lap to insulate them from the seeping cold of the ground...
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Let's get whumping!
Welcome to my environmental whump blog! This is a side blog, main blog is @adzeisval.
Here be all thing environmental whump from hypothermia, to natural disasters, to animal attack, and good old fashioned whoops I fell off a cliff.
I'll have prompts and polls and gifs and all kinds of whumpy goodness.
Ask box is open, and I might eventually take submissions, we'll see where this goes. Just getting started so not much to see yet. Happy whumping!
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It's late. Tommy's almost asleep. His nose is buried in the waves at the top of Evan's head. Tommy smiles a little 'cos that's his shampoo. He can't help the squeeze, his arms just do it. Evan rumbles, "Ahmluzboon"
Tommy tries not to crack up, but come on. "What, baby?"
Buck turns his head halfway back, "I'm a little spoon. The little spoon is fucking great. I get it now." Buck turns back and settles in, pulling Tommy's top arm tighter across his middle.
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(what is less or more than a touch?) —walt whitman, song of myself, 30
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rated t // 1901 words
The afternoon sun sneaking through the curtain lights him right up, glowing in his curls and against his cheek like the air itself can’t help but touch him. It makes Tommy feel kind of out of breath, kind of out of his depth. “Sometimes I think I must have made you up," he says, because the walls aren't melting but this still feels like a dream.
“I was.” Buck says it softly, and then blinks, like the words were out of his mouth before his brain could catch them. “Made up,” he says, a clarification that doesn’t make anything clearer.
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Tommy learns about Daniel, and thinks about life and safety and caring about things
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manifesting