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writing fanfiction is the most fun awesome thing on earth. also terrible horrible awful one thousand agonies

a lil domestic bucktommy inspired by the pneumonia i'm fighting rn

imagine buck getting sick one day, coming down with a fever but he either won't admit it or just assumes he's overtired and doesn't say anything. he's washing dishes in the kitchen and starts to feel terrible and tommy catches him leaning over the sink, hands braced on the counter, head dropped down and breathing a little hard. He puts his hands on buck's hips, turns him around, and catches the flush on buck's face. he reaches up and presses the back of his hand to buck's forehead and gives a low whistle when he feels how hot buck is. buck protests a little, tries to insist he's fine, but tommy leads him into the bedroom and carefully strips him down a bit so he's not overheating in his sweats and hoodie. he disappears into the bathroom for a minute and comes back with the thermometer, checks buck's temperature, sees just how high his fever is. he wants to get some meds on board but he wants something that might work a little sooner to help relieve buck's misery in the meantime so he strips him down the rest of the way, steers him into the bathroom, and runs him a tepid bath. buck shivers when he gets in and protests at first, but eventually quiets down as he gets used to the water temperature. tommy sits on the ledge of the tub next to him with a cloth, dipping it in the cool water and wiping down buck's face, shoulders, neck, chest, cooling him down little by little until the fever breaks and buck starts to shiver. he coos soft praises at buck as he helps him out of the water and wraps him up in an oversized towel to get him dried off.

back in the bedroom, buck wants his warmest, coziest pyjamas but tommy brings him a pair of boxers and an old, threadbare t-shirt instead, not wanting to risk him temp spiking again by dressing him up too warmly. he tries to tuck buck into bed for a quick nap while he goes to fix buck some of nonna's pastina but buck is clingy when he's sick. so, instead, tommy leads him back into the kitchen and settles him on a chair at the dining table with a light blanket and a fresh mug of lemon and honey tea to keep him comfortable. the coughing starts soon after that and before tommy can suggest a quick nap again, buck moves to the couch himself. all tommy gets back from the living room when he reminds buck not to pile on the blankets is a groan and it'll have to do until tommy can go check on the situation for himself because the pastina is threatening to boil over.

by the time the soup is done and tommy brings a bowl along with some crackers and a fresh cup of tea out to the living room, buck is snoring softly. he's coccooned in all three of the blankets tommy keeps on the couch for cool nights and tommy can't help but shake his head with a small, indulgent smile. setting the tray down on the coffee table, he reaches for buck's forehead, feeling for a fever, relieved to find none. he leans in to press a soft kiss to buck's forehead with a whispered sleep well, sweetheart before moving over to the armchair in the corner of the room and picking up the book he's got on the go.

evan's soft, even breathing provides the perfect backdrop for his book and tommy rests easy, feeling blessed to have the pleasure and the privilege of looking after someone so near and dear to him after so many lonely nights before evan had found his way into his life.

WIP WORD GAME

Rules: you will be given a word. then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word

Tagged by @devirnis with the word CLAW and then I told her to pick a different word and she picked BRAND

B: Buck barely got to see the score at the bottom of the TV before Eddie was grabbing the remote from his hand and turning the TV off.

R: Rules were good.

A: “As if you haven’t been wanting to touch me all night.” Eddie drawled before another high pitched moan fell from his lips.

N: “Now start with his nipples,” Tommy said before he slapped the money down beside his drink.

D: Deft, nimble fingers carded through Buck’s hair and Buck melted against Eddie with a sigh as those fingers turned his spine into putty.

Tagging @bigfootsmom @homerforsure @dreaming-marchling @mellaithwen andddddd @devirnis again and your word is..... FOCUS

so so happy ravi is coming home i missed him :(

So I constantly see stuff talking about millennials and their baby boomer parents. But my mom is gen x. So I decided to make a poll

References

If you only know for 1 parent, answer for them

the team is chasing the sickest murderers to ever live meanwhile these two on the phone sexually harassing each other

Its the moment you've all been waiting for!!!!! the grand final is upon us!!!! Who will be the champion of champions???!!!

COCKFOSTERS

Seven Sentences Sunday

Hello, it's me. I've been getting back into writing and I'm so grateful I could cry tears haha

Is anyone in the mood for a cuppa whump? I'm still working on my whumptober abducted buck fic almost two years later haha. This one is full on waterboarding if anyone's into that.

Tagging a few people that I hope are still writing and sharing their wonderful talent! @bigfootsmom @devirnis @freewayshark @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @mellaithwen @homerforsure @princessfbi @aspecbuddie @eddiebabygirldiaz @userautumn @watchyourbuck @shitouttabuck

I keep hate-reading plague literature from the medieval era, but as depressed as it makes me there is always one historical tidbit that makes me feel a little bittersweet and I like to revisit it. That’s the story of the village of Eyam.

Eyam today is a teeny tiny town of less than a thousand people. It has barely grown since 1665 when its population was around 800.

Where the story starts with Eyam is that in August 1665 the village tailor and his assistant discovered that a bolt of cloth that they had bought from London was infested with rat fleas. A few days later on September 7th the tailor’s assistant George Viccars died from plague.

Back then people didn’t fully understand how disease spread, but they knew in a basic sense that it did spread and that the spread had something to do with the movement of people.

So two religios leaders in the town, Thomas Stanley and William Mompesson, got together and came up with a plan. They would put the entire village of Eyam under quarantine. And they did. For over a year nobody went in and nobody went out.

They put up signs on the edge of town as warning and left money in vinegar filled basins that people from out of town would leave food and supplies by.

Over the 14 months that Eyam was in quarantine 260 out of the 800 residents died of plague. The death toll was high, the cost was great.

However, they did successfully prevent the disease from spreading to the nearby town of Sheffield, even then a much bigger town, and likely saved the lives of thousands of people in the north of England through their sacrifice.

So I really like this story, because it’s a sad story, because it’s also a beautiful story. Instead of fleeing everyone in this one place agreed that they would stay, and they saved thousands of people. They stayed just to save others and I guess it’s one of those good stories about how people have always been people, for better or worse.

It gets better.

Here’s the thing. One third of the residents of Eyam died during their quarantine, but the Black Plague was known to have a NINETY PERCENT death rate. As high as the toll was, it wasn’t as high as it should have been. And a few hundred years later, some historians and doctors got to wondering why.

Fortunately, Eyam is one of those wonderful places that really hasn’t changed much in hundreds of years. Researchers, going to visit, found that many of the current residents were direct descendants of the plague survivors from the 1600s. By doing genetic testing, they learned that a high number of Eyam residents carried a gene that made them immune to the plague. And still do.

And it gets even better than that, because the gene that blocks the Black Plague? Also turns out to block AIDS, and was instrumental in helping to find effective medication for people who have HIV and AIDS in the 21st century.

Here is a lovely, well-produced documentary about Eyam and its disease resistance. It’s a little under an hour. Trigger warning for general disease and epidemic-type stuff, but also, maybe it will help you have some hope in these alarmly uncertain times.

[Image 1: a photo of Eyem’s abbey and graveyard.]

[Image 2: a photo of a stone basin.]

“the tallest” “the brit” “the ravenette” “the oldest” “the pinkette” “the colorblind” “the smallest”

Please I beg you just use names and pronouns

I’ve found a winner

Pondering my orbs.

i didn't say it was good, i said it has bewitched me body and soul

Aisha Hinds as Henrietta "Hen" Wilson 9-1-1, S08E05

this is how it went down, no?

(in/sp by @rosetterer & @tommykinard)

i don't want her memory. i want my own.