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cam's 1k celebration:

Karen Wilson + sunflower colors ↳ requested by @zahlibeth

Storing seconds since a fixed time makes it easy to know what the exact time you mean is, and converting it back to a date and time based on a location, leap years etc is a problem for later. (A big problem. Don't ever do timezone maths, kids)

this is really funny to me because i can't conceive of EVER being bored standing in the shower, i could be in there for days just pondering the universe. (strong agree on the morning routine though, i shower in the afternoon/evening instead!)

lollll i am utterly incapable of staying in one place doing nothing for any length of time whatsoever

you get this kind of rush (1.4k, T)

Eddie would like to be able to blame the alcohol, but with every passing minute his untouched beer grows warmer between his palms. He wishes he could blame alcohol, that he believed in it enough to blame the position of the planets in the sky. Anything would be better than knowing that every decision he’s made tonight has been a bad one, and he has no one but himself to blame.

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It’s a bad idea to invite Buck over in the first place, but the force of habit so strong is he doesn’t think twice about it. “Coming over?” he asks as they unlace their work boots, so reflexive he half thinks the words fall out of his mouth every time he bends at the waist like this.

“‘Course,” Buck says, like it’s a done deal.

Off to the side, Hen and Chimney roll their eyes at each other, as if to say the deal is more done than either of them yet knows.

It’s not until he’s driving home, Buck’s headlights bright in his rearview, that Eddie remembers Christopher is at a sleepover tonight.

It’s going to be fine, he tells himself. You’re going to be fine. You’re a grown man who can spend one-on-one time with his best friend.

It does, admittedly, sound a little ridiculous when he puts it like that.

But Buck’s been acting strange, lately, and Eddie’s been having a hard time keeping himself in check. Because he knows how to live in a world where he wakes up panting from dreams of kissing his best friend.

He’s just not sure he knows how to live in a world where those dreams don’t feel impossible.

i feel VERY good about it, thank you for the prompt!! i hope you like this 🩷

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Maddie and Chimney’s patio is lit by strings of fairy lights and candles on the high tables they’ve placed everywhere they would fit. Everyone they love is still there, talking and laughing and dancing in the tiny space they’ve cleared to serve as a dance floor.

The main couple of the day are there as well, swaying in the middle of it like they’ve forgotten the rest of the world around them. Judging from the fact that they’re slow dancing regardless of what’s playing on the speaker from the carefully curated playlist, they probably have.

Buck looks at his sister's face, the happiness she radiates, and sighs wistfully. This is everything he’s ever wanted for her. The fact that she gets this happiness with Chimney, who was kind of like a brother for Buck before he even met Maddie, is only a bonus.

He smiles down at Jee, asleep in his arms, and whispers, “This is pretty good, huh?”

She doesn’t reply, obviously, but a moment later, a glass of water is placed on the table in front of him.

“Thought you could use this after all that dancing,” Eddie says, and Buck smiles at him.

Thank you zahli, what a nice game! <3

Singing! Solo, in quartets, with the whole choir! All of it brings me such great joy, and there are certain emotions you only feel when you produce harmonies together. A smaller group from my choir and our friend male voice choir got together this past week to practise Finlandia (a national tone poem) and Stormskärs Maja (title melody for a very popular fennoswedish 70's tv-series about people living in the archipelago in the 1800's, and a song members from both my sister's and her husband's families sang for them at their wedding) and I got tears in my eyes from the beauty of it all. Actually, fuck it, have the recording I took during practise. Includes a couple of comments from our conductor but eh. Vad behöver vi ord för när vi har varann...

2. Dancing! Starting dancing lessons again was one of the best decisions I ever made! Now I get to dance with so many wonderful people every week and feel myself constantly improve!

3. When it's snowing and you can stand outside looking up at the sky, seeing the flakes float downwards, and feel the fresh snow under every step you take. That's some of the strongest connection to nature and this planet I've ever felt, and I seek the feeling out every winter. It's a deep, deep happiness!

4. Playing with my niblings. It's exhausting and they can be so loud, but the love they show is so pure and sincere, and the years go past so fast!

ohhh cute!! thank you <3

the delicious smells that linger all day when i use my slow cooker (currently making a beef stew)

thursday nights, no particular reason why (me when i lie)

my 3 cats!!!

people (strangers) saying hi when you're walking/hiking in woodsy trails

when buck’s eyes flutter open, the bed beside him is empty. warmth still lingers on the sheets, so he knows eddie can’t have gotten up too long ago.

he rolls over to check the time on the alarm clock on their bedside table, and finds a pale pink post-it note stuck to its face.

good morning, the note reads, in eddie’s tidy scrawl. you’re cute when you sleep.

buck smiles, slow like syrup, the force of it dispelling the last gasps of sleep that still cling to him. he gets to his feet and stretches like a cat reaching for the sun, and pads to the wardrobe to find another post-it stuck to a worn green hoodie.

i love this one on you, it says. it really brings out your eyes.

it’s also the softest item of clothing buck owns, and buck knows for a fact eddie likes the way it feels against his skin. but he’ll take the compliment.

he heads into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and finds a post-it note stuck to the mirror.

you see me, eddie’s written. all of me. i see you, too, and i love you. because and despite.

buck nearly tears up, then, but he swipes at his face and tells himself it’s only spray from the tap.

he makes his way to the kitchen, collecting post-it notes from the hallway on his way.

by christopher’s door: you’re such a good dad to him. he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

by the hallway bookshelf: i love it when you tell me things you’re learning about. what are we learning about next?

next to the kitchen door, right before he steps in: cooking together with you is the first time i ever understood what they mean when they say home can be a person.

he collects them all, tucking them into the pocket of his sweatpants to save for later. when he steps into the kitchen, eddie turns from the stove to look at him with an expression buck’s gotten used to seeing, but still can’t quite believe he gets to see.

“happy valentine’s day, baby,” eddie says.

buck crosses to the kitchen table and grabs the pile of post-its and a sharpie, and scrawls something on the topmost note. he peels it off and sticks it to his forehead, and when he turns back, eddie bursts out laughing.

kiss me, the note on his forehead says, and eddie is quick to step closer and oblige.

“happy valentine’s day,” buck murmurs against eddie’s lips as eddie folds himself against him.

“i’m keeping this post-it,” eddie mumbles some time later, pocketing the note that says kiss me. “i feel like it’ll come in useful.”

“just don’t bring it to work,” buck says.

“why?” eddie asks, nudging him with a gentle elbow. “embarrassed?”