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wip wednesday

me: i'm going to write something fluffy next :) me thirty minutes later: so let's talk about this arson investigator au tagged by @hereghostslive and @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember and @screamlet. tagging @setmeatopthepyre and @beanarie and @apollabarnes and @trombonechurchill and anyone else who wants to...

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He likes the workspace, a lot, and he likes his new teammates well enough. Arne's a piece of work, always glowering at something or huffing at being interrupted, but Jim Wagner truly embodies the adjectives "affable" and "genial" and "earnest". Not a single day has passed this week where Jim hasn't brought a box of donuts or crullers in. And Buck always loved working with Athena in the field; this is no different. She looks right at home in her little office. It's different than what Buck pictured, but it suits her.

It's Tommy who's the wild card.

They spend most of the first couple of days awkwardly dancing around each other, until Buck nearly walks into Tommy on his way back from the bathroom and they both have to face the music.

"You look like you're having fun," Buck says, nodding at Tommy's three giant monitors. "With the, uh, the GIS stuff."

Tommy shrugs. "Yeah, I like playing around with it," he says. "I found a toggle for a flight tracker layer."

"I wanted to say sorry," Buck says, words falling out in a rush before he can take them back. "Since you're here because of—us. Me."

Tommy stares at him, then shrugs again. "It was my choice, really. I didn't have to answer the phone."

"No, you didn't," Buck says, but he's glad Tommy did anyways, even if—even if. "How long are you grounded for?"

"My license was suspended for six months," Tommy says, and Buck cringes. "I figured desk duty might be more restful than ground crew. And I'm sure the brass want to keep an eye on me."

"I'm sorry," Buck repeats. "I wish I could've done something."

Tommy's stare turns incredulous. "I invited you to the disciplinary hearing," he says. "I asked everyone at the 118. None of you showed. None of you even answered."

That—that can't be true. There's no way. Buck digs his phone out of his pocket and finds his text thread with Tommy. Sure enough:

Tommy: Just checking in, how are you doing? Tommy: Hey, Evan, just wanted to see if you need anything. I can always swing by if you do. Tommy: Wanted to reach out and see how you were doing Tommy: Hey, I know everything's kind of a mess right now, but I have to go up in front of the LAFD command for the lab incident. I'll have a union rep but they said I can invite people to help plead my case. It's the Tuesday after next, if you're available. Tommy: Hey Evan sorry I haven't reached out this week I just wanted to ask if you got my last text? Union rep asked if anyone's going to come act as a witness Tommy: Hey, you doing okay? Tommy: Just checking in

"Oh," Buck says. The worst part is that he'd clearly read them all at the time and then, for some reason, ignored them. He knows he has read receipts on. He looks back up at Tommy, face flushing with shame. "We had a lot going on."

"I know that," Tommy says. "I did, too."

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WIP Wednesday

everyone loved the baseball au. so i wrote a bit more.

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Tommy always swung angry. The bat would slice through the air, and hit the incoming baseball with a crack so loud it was like lightning striking a tree. They don’t call him Fly Boy for nothing. He hit more pop ups than he did ground balls. The day he hit a home run so far it cleared his high school baseball field plus the workout room was the day he really earned the nickname. That ball flew so far it went beyond the horizon. No one ever found it. Though the feat was memorialized in the echoing cheers of the crowd and the back slaps he received from even from the other team, as he rounded the bases, the only thing Tommy wished was to follow that ball all the way to the abyss it disappeared to.

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thanks for the tags @paperstorm @lemonlyman-dotcom

tagging: @liminalmemories21 @newtkelly @geddyqueer @leashybebes @beanarie

@ferrigno (who gets a special shoutout for the Tommy nickname)

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i hate to say this bc it's literally all they gave chim for the entire damn season, but he and buck should've been switched for contagion

because bobby died in his place, he got the second biggest share of being allowed to grieve, and it shunted buck off to the side. but it should've been chim enlisting tommy. chim saying goodbye to bobby and getting the speech about how everyone is gonna need him, leading to his big speech in the finale and causing some conflicting feelings in the interim.

meanwhile it should've been buck in danger, buck realizing his surrogate dad sacrificed himself tor him, and buck having conflict with athena. she would know bobby wouldn't want her to freeze out buck of all people, but she wouldn't be able to help it. and buck would be full buck, filling her house from floor to ceiling with baked goods, being annoying as fuck and also not being able to help it.

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so apparently a lot of you love baseball …

i guess this is what I’ll be working on for the foreseeable future 😭

Snippet Sunday or whatever

I don’t even like baseball.

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Tommy shifts, digging his cleat further in the dirt. A bee buzzes near his head and the unrelenting sun hastens the sweat dripping down his face. A hush falls over the stadium, or maybe he imagines it. Thousands of eyes on him but he only has eyes for the person 60 feet away.

He gives the signal. Gets a small head shake back.

“C’mon, don’t do this,” he whispers, and gives the same signal again. The pitch clock hits 8. Another shake of the head. And before Tommy can signal again, the ball’s coming straight for him.

It’s too wild of a pitch. The batter hits it, but the ball lands foul. “Goddamn it,” Tommy says, standing up and lifting his mask.

“Make it quick!” The umpire tells him and Tommy waves to indicate he heard and marches toward the pitcher’s mound.

Evan Buckley stands there with hands on hips. Tommy can see the eye roll even half way out.

“You didn’t need to come out here,” Evan says as he gets closer.

“Clearly I do,” Tommy replies, now standing closer to Evan than he has in a few weeks. “Why are you ignoring my signals?”

Evan gives a mean laugh. “I don’t agree with the call.”

Tommy sighs, frustrated. “We’ve practiced this a thousand times. You know it’s the right call.”

Even after everything, this part of them still worked. No better catcher-pitcher duo in the major leagues, according to the headlines. Tommy knows it. He’s not sure Evan still does.

“Look,” Tommy says, trying to catch Evan’s eye. He’s looking off to the side toward the scoreboard. Tommy wonders if he’s noticed yet. “If you’re pissed at me, then fine, but — “

“Yes, I am pissed at you,” Evan spits back.

Tommy pauses. Takes that in. He thought so, but hearing it confirmed from the source himself hurts.

Tommy nods. “Alright.”

Now Evan looks at him, probably surprised at his acceptance. Tommy doesn’t blame him.

“Be pissed at me. But don’t pitch angry. You know what pitch to throw, Buck.”

Evan’s face is unreadable when he gives a slight nod, and dismisses Tommy with a biting “whatever.”

And just like a few weeks ago, Tommy turns his back on Evan. Unlike then, he’s not going far. Coach Han’s a few steps away when Tommy starts making his way back to home plate. “We got a problem out here?” Coach Han asks.

“No, coach,” he calls back. He slides his mask back over his face, nodding to the umpire they’re good to go.

Tommy settles back behind home plate. Shifts to find his stance. Looks out across at Evan. Promises himself he’ll apologize after this is over, no matter the outcome. After all, it’s just a game. Evan taught him that.

Behind Evan the yellow glow of the scoreboard blurs around his head. He’s not sure Evan has been keeping count, but Tommy has. Top of the 7th, no hits so far for their starting pitcher.

The pitch clock hits 9. He gives the signal.

TBD

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since it’s Sunday, I’ll tag some people who may be interested maybe or also want to share. no pressure.

@liminalmemories21 @cecilyv @leashybebes @beanarie @peppermintquartz

@alrightbuckaroo @ferrigno @newtkelly

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buck just went into the garage to get his bike………. now he’s got some business to attend to on his knees

made for the wonderful @hoechlin

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Snippet Sunday or whatever

I don’t even like baseball.

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Tommy shifts, digging his cleat further in the dirt. A bee buzzes near his head and the unrelenting sun hastens the sweat dripping down his face. A hush falls over the stadium, or maybe he imagines it. Thousands of eyes on him but he only has eyes for the person 60 feet away.

He gives the signal. Gets a small head shake back.

“C’mon, don’t do this,” he whispers, and gives the same signal again. The pitch clock hits 8. Another shake of the head. And before Tommy can signal again, the ball’s coming straight for him.

It’s too wild of a pitch. The batter hits it, but the ball lands foul. “Goddamn it,” Tommy says, standing up and lifting his mask.

“Make it quick!” The umpire tells him and Tommy waves to indicate he heard and marches toward the pitcher’s mound.

Evan Buckley stands there with hands on hips. Tommy can see the eye roll even half way out.

“You didn’t need to come out here,” Evan says as he gets closer.

“Clearly I do,�� Tommy replies, now standing closer to Evan than he has in a few weeks. “Why are you ignoring my signals?”

Evan gives a mean laugh. “I don’t agree with the call.”

Tommy sighs, frustrated. “We’ve practiced this a thousand times. You know it’s the right call.”

Even after everything, this part of them still worked. No better catcher-pitcher duo in the major leagues, according to the headlines. Tommy knows it. He’s not sure Evan still does.

“Look,” Tommy says, trying to catch Evan’s eye. He’s looking off to the side toward the scoreboard. Tommy wonders if he’s noticed yet. “If you’re pissed at me, then fine, but — “

“Yes, I am pissed at you,” Evan spits back.

Tommy pauses. Takes that in. He thought so, but hearing it confirmed from the source himself hurts.

Tommy nods. “Alright.”

Now Evan looks at him, probably surprised at his acceptance. Tommy doesn’t blame him.

“Be pissed at me. But don’t pitch angry. You know what pitch to throw, Buck.”

Evan’s face is unreadable when he gives a slight nod, and dismisses Tommy with a biting “whatever.”

And just like a few weeks ago, Tommy turns his back on Evan. Unlike then, he’s not going far. Coach Han’s a few steps away when Tommy starts making his way back to home plate. “We got a problem out here?” Coach Han asks.

“No, coach,” he calls back. He slides his mask back over his face, nodding to the umpire they’re good to go.

Tommy settles back behind home plate. Shifts to find his stance. Looks out across at Evan. Promises himself he’ll apologize after this is over, no matter the outcome. After all, it’s just a game. Evan taught him that.

Behind Evan the yellow glow of the scoreboard blurs around his head. He’s not sure Evan has been keeping count, but Tommy has. Top of the 7th, no hits so far for their starting pitcher.

The pitch clock hits 9. He gives the signal.

TBD

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since it’s Sunday, I’ll tag some people who may be interested maybe or also want to share. no pressure.

@liminalmemories21 @cecilyv @leashybebes @beanarie @peppermintquartz

@alrightbuckaroo @ferrigno @newtkelly

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The queerbaiting discussion gets really complicated when people won’t stop asking the actors about gay ships.

Like are they quietly confirming the ship is gonna happen, or are they just trying to be good natured and charming when they’ve been asked about it the 50th time?

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I wonder how much of the show’s perception of Buck as “immature” stems from the fact that he’s the only main that hasn’t (at this point) settled down to marry and have kids. Even though he’s been on his own for years and worked in a variety of professions, he’s not a Real Adult™️ until his got a marriage certificate and a baby under his belt.

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i made a bucktommy game.

so i just started my internship last monday and i've learned to make a simple platform game and guess what i did with it? make it about bucktommy. i'm unstoppable.

i also did in fact doodled the lil buck and tommy myself for this purpose specifically! :D

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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i need a fucking vacation

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all this, and love too

Buck’s in Hershey on a rare visit to see his parents in between the shows Chimney has him doing in New York, and battling with a bout of truly incredible insomnia, when he finds out. “Tommy Kinard, breakout star of blockbusters ‘Masks’ and ‘Capsized’ files for divorce” He’s a little indignant, bristling, that Tommy didn’t tell him personally. He reminds himself, with an odd, painful little twist in his gut, that Tommy doesn’t owe him anything, actually, no matter what happened in Texas.

OR Buck and Tommy navigate Hollywood, the closet, and the kind of love that swallows you whole

read on ao3

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can i say something?

at what point do we need to be asking ao3 to actually do something meaningful about these fics?

tagged or not I shouldn't have to mass filter out a bunch of fics I might like and that someone worked hard on just to avoid an increasingly deranged stream of csa-themed ragebait. there's a difference between being expected to moderate my own experience and being forced to limit what i read because of one loser using the archive's policies in bad faith.

i'm not saying ban anything or start trying to dictate how people tag, but there needs to be a way to properly block individual anonymous users because clearly the current tools aren't enough.

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It's been a weird Wednesday, and writing is no exception. I don't actually know if this goes to the WIP where I put it, or if it will stay in anything at all. But it's late, and I'm sore, and things aren't getting any clearer, so have some random Tommy rambles while this long ass week winds down.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet @strandnreyes @carlossreaders @lemonlyman-dotcom @paperstorm @alrightbuckaroo and @rcmclachlan for the tags. 😘

He’d thought that life had finally cut him a break, or at least shown him some small shred of mercy. That after years of denying himself and then hating himself and the utter shit show that was both at the same time, the world would let him have this: some alternate universe sort of shaped like his life, just one where he wasn’t alone. Where he could be a brief distraction for someone who made him feel things that didn’t normally exist in his nature. And years from now — when he was the sage gay elder in someone else’s story, perpetually single and a little sad, or when he’d settled down at sixty with someone pleasant enough to share hobbies and holidays and something like a home — he could look back and remember that, for some tiny slice of time, he had been bright and happy and wanted, and the beautiful boy he'd kissed into questioning everything had looked at him like he was the answer.

Tagging in @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @rmd-writes @reyesstrand @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @herefortarlos @carlos-in-glasses @ladytessa74 @walkinginland @firenati0n @carlos-tk @whatsintheboxmh @afiendishthingynisba @chococara25 @orchidscript @bonheur-cafe @firstprince-history-huh @tellmegoodbye @emsprovisions and @welcometololaland.

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some season 1 buck! <3

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fair warning avoid this fic its not tagged and the author did so purposely

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9-1-1 Buck and Tommy | 8x15 Lab Rats