#this is the queue

There’s nothing quite like a quiet, early morning — a peaceful hush while the world is still waking, and the soft, morning light is just starting to trickle through. A little slice of happiness before the day begins.

don’t mind me, just here waiting for the femmes to get me

"What are you doing here?" Tommy asked, staring at Buck in surprise. "I'm a member. What are you doing here?" Buck arched an eyebrow. "I need to talk to someone. His office said he comes here for lunch every day," Tommy said, stepping around Buck. "Yeah, because this is the kind of place that doesn't let people walk in off the street to harass their members," Buck reached out, snagging Tommy's arm before he could finish dodging around him and inside the club. Tommy glanced down at Buck's hand and then back at him. "Okay, well, I'm sure they'll make an exception for me." "What, going to flirt your way in?" Buck looked him up and down and laughed. "Yeah, this isn't the local morgue." He spun Tommy around, guiding him around the corner. "How important is this witness you want to talk to?" "They're all import… he might have been the last person who saw my missing person before she became a missing person," Tommy conceded. "If I have to go through the kitchen, I will." "Calm down there, Bond," Buck rolled his eyes, feeling unbearably fond of Tommy. "I've got a better idea." "Oh?" Tommy asked, tilting his head. "What's that?" Buck held up a finger, patting down his suit pockets. "They're — ah!" he crowed, reaching into his inner pocket. He pulled out the rings, showing them to Tommy. "Tommy Kinard, will you do me the honour of being my husband for the next forty-five minutes?" Tommy blinked at him, his mouth falling open. "What?" "Yes or no Tommy, tick tock," Buck teased. It was nice seeing him be gobsmacked for once. "Spouses don't need to go through those boring old background checks or get vetted before they come in, and it's been a few months since I've stopped by, it could be a new thing," Buck told him, slipping a ring onto his finger and handing the other to Tommy. "It should be close enough to your size." Tommy put the ring on, still gaping at him. "You just carry these around with you?" "They've come in handy a few times, but no, I don't normally have them on me. However, when we're in the same town at the same time…" Buck smirked. "Never know when I might need to spring my husband from the drunk tank." "That was to interrogate some suspects." "Who said I used them to spring you?" Buck winked, his smirk widening. "I now pronounce us, yadda yadda." He waved his hand towards the door. "After you, hubby dearest." "You're having too much fun with this." "You betcha," Buck told him, not resisting the urge to swat him as Tommy walked past. "This is a nice place and I like coming here, don't do anything to get me kicked out."

sick and twisted they didn’t end up together

Happy Valentines Day to this hunky, smush that lives rent free in my head every fucking day <3 I’m so glad you’re finally getting the recognition that you deserve ♡

Finished building the lego Obi Wan’s Hut set! It’s very cute and I like how it closes up.

Elsa I-don't-have-any-sense-of-self-preservation of Arendelle