Evan 'Buck' Buckley

Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things

happy pride month to the biggest ally around

　　send  ‘cook’ for my muse to cook for your muse. 　　send  ‘hug’ for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse on the couch. 　　send  ‘share’ for my muse to hand your muse a snack or drink. 　　send  ‘rest’ for my muse to help your muse relax after a long day. 　　send ‘listen’ for my muse to play music for your muse. 　　send ‘read’ for my muse to read aloud to your muse. 　　send ‘game’ for my muse to play a board game or card game with your muse. 　　send ‘blanket’ for my muse to grab a blanket and wrap your muse in it. 　　send ‘pillow’ for my muse to toss pillows at your muse playfully. 　　send ‘bake’ for my muse to bake something sweet with your muse.

Ask about them, their relationships, their desires, whatever you want to know about them..

Then tell them the one thing you think that will break them. Hurt them. Open those scars up once again.

“Buck?” The name slips out before he can stop it, concern flashing briefly across his face before the doctor in him immediately takes back over. He keeps pace beside the gurney as they steer into an open treatment room, one hand catching briefly against the side rail. “Alright,” Jack says, voice steadier now as nurses move around them preparing the room. “Let’s get him on monitors and respiratory down here to check him out.” His eyes flick back toward Buck again, tension still sitting underneath the calm professionalism now that he recognizes exactly who’s on the gurney.

"At least you won't get scurvy now right?'

Today is litteraly the only day in all of human history where it is physically possible to reblog this. Given that I posted it today

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

Now his chest was starting to rattle and he was starting to run a fever.

"Okay, baby, you can't just ignore symptoms like that. Especially with your job." He pointed out. Dmitri felt Buck's head and lymph nodes. "Yep, a fever and swollen lymph nodes. Go lay down." he instructed.

Or send 🔪 for my muse to catch yours! Could be something illegal, terrible, or secret!

The Other Bennet Sister ~ Text Posts [11/?] (William Ryder Edition 2.0)