The Way Buck Is So Proud About His Idea To Not Buy A New Couch And To Commit To Just Having The Armchair

Oliver emphasizing the term partner and then confirming he’s Christopher’s other parent. How important Eddie and Chris are to Buck 🥹

it is also worth noting that this will be used to cover up the inaction on the cost of living crisis. expect a bunch of "uk coming together to mourn the queen" bullshit soon when families are choosing between heating their homes and feeding their kids

via @extramadness

looking respectfully at the captain

never beating the sleepy allegations. they’re snoozin’

for the doodle prompt “inspired by eddiediazes request and also aisha’s IG stories i would love you if you doodled buck and eddie napping together at the station 🥺” from @dancing-mylife-away

if you don’t (re)watch spn you might not remember it but sam stammers constantly. he’s always stuttering at the start of words or repeating words before moving on in a sentence. and it increases the older he gets. now of course actorman is making choices but there are plenty of reasons why sam might actually have a stutter. he could have had one from childhood, sure, but another obvious explanation would be an induced stutter from head trauma. I don’t think anyone in his family would make fun of him for it – cas and jack would both understand how he developed it and that it’s not a bad thing, and dean himself is hard of hearing so he knows what it’s like to have developed a disability. eileen can’t even hear it. she certainly doesn’t care. I don’t think he would mind it much at all when it’s just him and his family and his friends, but I do think it would be harder just being out and about if he started to feel like he was losing control over it. while I don’t think that means that he’d sign in public all the time, I do think that if eileen noticed his jaw ticking like he can’t slow down she’d lift up her hands and dean would turn down his hearing aids and cas and jack would switch to one of their many languages and for a moment his tongue would rest and his fingers would do the talking

A Finale Dance

As they danced in that empty, dimly lit gym hall, with none to criticise or see ,they were free from the chains that held them down. They could dance and sing to the beats of their hearts, like the day in the ice rink or the woods.

He was like fire, filled with love and compassion, twirling around letting the air guide him, as his steps were full of life.

She was like water, following through an endless ocean fording her own path, destroying those that doubted her as her heart guided her, making her steps were light and sure.

And as they dipped and lifted each other up, it was like a swirling tornado of hot and cold air. As they twirled around each other, pulling each other close and pushing each other away. Like their hearts verses the world. Forcing each other apart as they desperately wished to pull each other close.

But as the song came to an end, and the heavens finally looked away they knew that it would never be the same even if they wished it to be. They needed each other, to dance, to believe, to be.  

But now was not the time, not for them but for the world. So as they stepped apart they decided to let the stars die, before something tried to kill it. Cause they weren't ready for the task ahead, they weren't ready to make history. Not ready to write all the desperately needed to be written, to show all that needed to be known.

Cause they were just two people with stars in their hearts wishing to reunite, they were people with a thousands of stories of tragedy hidden on their skin and a fire in their eyes. They had no armour, no skin of steel, no hearts with barricades. They were just two people wishing to hold each other, two people with souls who have never had the time. Two souls that fell at the wrong time and in the same way.

And so in that empty, dimly lit gym they knew that the right time would never come, it would always be to late or to early. But they couldn't risk it. They no longer had army's guarding their hearts or armour guarding their skin they were human. And they were carrying exhausted souls through the same streets of tragedy, carrying they same love and pain.

So as they looked at each other, hearts heavy, souls tired and deeply in love they turned away. Each walking their own path waiting for a when the time was right. But they knew that the only chance would be to look back and run to each other.

However that  would be the guilt and pain they would bear. Alone and healing, wishing for another dance.

But time goes on. Even in heart ships, they will heal, cause they've survived a lot more hardships trying and failing of course. One day though they may succeed. They might get that last dance.

as 911 season approaches a shoutout and moment of silence to our non-american brethren who sacrifice many precious hours of sleep to watch the weewoos live. i don’t know why we do it but we do and its very sexy of us

The next time I see one of those “millenials will be photographing the end of the world” posts I’m gonna scream because let me tell you, I just went through a natural disaster and Snapchat literally saved people’s lives. Thanks to snapchat I knew exactly what roads were flooded, what stores were open, what my HOUSE looked like (since I wasn’t there), and which shelters I could go to. People were snapping/tweeting asking to be rescued and THEY WERE. I didn’t get my news from the tv, I saw it in real time on social media and I will never not be grateful for that.