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Tommy strolls into the 118 with a smile on his face and a spring in his step, looking forward to his date with Evan. He started heading towards the locker room when a voice from the side brought him up short.

"Just can't seem to leave this place, can you Kinard?"

Tommy froze and turned in disbelief to see Gerrard slowly walking down the stairs.

"It would seem that neither can you," Tommy replied, keeping his voice neutral.

"I'm here because of my job. What's your excuse?" Gerrard stopped at the bottom of the stairs and crossed his arms, his disapproving gaze sweeping over Tommy.

Tommy resisted the urge to cross his arms defensively. "I'm here to pick up Evan."

"Buckley? What for?"

"Hey!"

At the sound of his boyfriend's voice, Tommy turned away from Gerrards and beamed as Buck emerged from the locker rooms, a smile brighter than the sun on his handsome face.

Eyes fixed on Tommy, Buck seemingly didn't notice Gerrard as he bounced over to his boyfriend and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

"You ready to go?" Tommy asked, Gerrard all but forgotten.

"Absolutely. "

"You're GAY?!?"

The pair froze and turned towards Gerrard, who remained at the base of the stairs, now with a look of disgust twisting his features.

"No, I'm not gay," Buck said evenly.

Gerrard raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "You're not?"

"No. I'm bisexual. I like both men AND women."

Gerrard sniffed disapprovingly. "I thought you were better than that, Buckley." He looked at Tommy. "This is why you people shouldn't be allowed in jobs like this. Going around, corrupting perfectly good fire-fighters."

"Oh, he didn't corrupt me," Buck interjected. "If anything, I was the one who corrupted him."

Buck grinned wickedly, a glint in his eye, and grasping the other man's shirt, he pulled Tommy back in for another kiss. Only this time, rather than the chaste peck from before, he opened his mouth and swept his tongue across Tommy's lips, making the kiss filthier than one they would normally share in public (not that there hadn't been exceptions of course, with Chim and Maddie's wedding immediately springing to Tommy's mind).

Breaking away, Buck grasped Tommy's hand in his own before turning to face Gerrard. "Now if you'll excuse us, I have a hot date with the love of my life. See you around Gerrard."

Tugging on his hand, Buck began leading Tommy towards the exit. Allowing his hand to slip free, Tommy instead moved his arm to slip around his boyfriend's waist, pulling him into side and Evan reciprocated, slipping a hand into the back pocket of Tommy's jeans.

📍Arizona, whenever the sky appears like this, my mind just melts in a way that provides peace and ease, no troubles of the past, worries of the future, or issues of the present, just tranquility… stillness, in gratitude, admiring GOD's canvas and masterpiece.

I think of you when the sky is painted with shades of grey, tired of living life in black, white or color. When the first drop of tears fall from the sky and it rains, soft yet unyielding at first but eventually making its presence known as it cries, breaks, staggers and falls. The rain has begun to pour and the sound of the pitter patter it makes on the roof is difficult to ignore, especially on days when she's having a bad day and the rain decides to turn into a storm. But even so, I find myself holding my hand out, allowing those pitter patter, drops of tears to touch my skin and I think about you. It rains and my instinct is to call you and tell you that it is raining, could it possibly be raining there too?

I think about you when I've had one, no two, maybe even three cuppas for the day. A ritual and a sought after comfort that was set for the beginning of the day and sometimes, for when the clock strikes before midnight. I think about you. With each sip, I feel the warmth we both enjoy and I can't help but get that lingering feeling of being close to you. Left to wonder if you've taken your share and if I should make you one when we get home after work because I will always miss and yearn for that smile on your lips after each sip.

I think about you. I remember you. I honor you.

I think about you, especially today of all days.

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION! I love this question!!!!

I have no idea!! let us dissect this together <3

I've been obsessed with drawing snakes since 2023, I went through quite a bit of grief through this time and just found myself enjoying making random snake-like shapes, all the twirly swirly spiral-looking shapes. Incredibly therapeutic, not much thought, just pretty colours and fun shapes.

As for symbolism... if I were to psychoanalyze, I'd say religious upbringing has probably instilled some implication to snakes in my brain (snake = sin = evil, etc) and so going through grief, drawing out these 'sinful' creatures, I think there's probably something there,,,, for why I really hooked onto them... but I will not think about that too hard

As for stars, same sort of thing, I love the simple shapes you can make. I love mindlessly doodling stars on sides of paper. And as I've been working on my album for the past (3 YEARS???? FUCK) I've been creating these little star people as like,,, inhabitants of this 'world' (album) that I use to tell the stories of the songs in my head