Mostly Void, Partially Stars

This is Doris Pollas, the cofounder of the organisation now known as lgbt+ Denmark which by being founded in 1948 is one of the oldest ongoing queer organisation in the world.

Doris lived in a farm in Jutland as a child. She was always butch and figured out she was a lesbian in her teens. When she heard about a club in copenhagen where boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls she went just some months after and it was through that club she started a paper connecting queer people all up to seventies and co founded lgbt+ Denmark.

She is now 97 years old and wishes for every queer person to have an as loving and accepting family as she did.

tagged by @eddiesstabwound and @soupfic!!!! erm so i've been working on a little something where buck finds out that eddie had a threesome with madney :) did it actually happen? who knows! certainly not buck 😁 pls enjoy this snip if that's your cuppa! <3

He watches as Eddie turns to look at Chim. There’s more eye bugging, eyebrows raising and lowering paired with emphatic hand gestures, some headshaking and grunting, when finally, after whatever unspoken agreement comes to pass, Chimney sighs. “There may have been an encounter once,” he says.

Buck slowly and deliberately puts the spoon down in an attempt to quell the impulse to throw it on the floor like a child having a tantrum and tries to take a deep, calming breath. “W-when? When would you two have had this ‘encounter’?”

“A little after I shaved my mustache off,” Eddie cuts in before Chim can respond.

“Which was a damned shame, if you ask me,” Chimney says, shaking his head.

Calming, his ass. Buck feels like he’s been hit over the head with one of the skillets he’s been using. “You cheated on my sister? You helped him cheat on my sister?!”

His eyes dart between Eddie and Chimney as they make quick eye contact once again before looking back at him, both shaking their heads no.

Buck might not have kept his lightning-math powers, but he knows two plus two still equals four. Or in this case—two plus one equals three. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.”

9-1-1 MOBILE GAME 🚒 ▶ The Morning After

@eddiediaznetwork - Eddie Diaz week

—the retirees who’ve read more murder mysteries than I’ve had hot meals

—the paperback romance girlies (gender neutral) who check out every single bodice ripper the second it hits the shelves

—the dads very slowly making their way through a ‘1001 movies to see before you die’ list

—the one-man criterion collection who checks out like, three movies per day and brings them back the next. (TV series are only a minor roadblock.)

thanks for the tags @gloomydiaz @sintari @zinnydark @burntoobright. getting closer and closer with my accidental marriage fic, but also somehow further because i keep adding more and more scenes than i originally planned so this might actually end up being my longest buddie fic…

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Buck pushes up onto his knees and looks up at Eddie with a pout, barely containing his smile. “My ice cream.”

“Fish food now,” Eddie pouts in return, standing right in front of Buck with his still-intact cone. He brings it to his mouth, but before he licks, he asks, “Hmm, I’m guessing you want some of this, huh?”

Buck nods.

Eddie clicks his tongue. “I dunno. After all that? Doesn’t seem right.”

“But Eddie,” Buck whines, remaining defeated in the sand with slumped shoulders. “I paid for them!”

Eddie snorts. “Uh huh.” He tries to remain firm, but Buck does this thing with his eyes, and somehow it disarms Eddie enough to give in. “Fine.”

He extends the cone to Buck, who then reaches to take it from Eddie.

“No way.” Eddie pulls back, maybe enjoying having the power a little too much. “Are you kidding me? I’m not letting you hold it. I’m not stupid.”

Buck blinks up at him, still breathing heavy from the chase, letting out a little huff.

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