#6B

[coye]

American women who voted for Kamala Harris, make sure to support and join the 4B movement. She lost the election, but our fight for our rights isn't over!

[ohno-myfeefees]

[911bts]

Season 6b promo is here! (x)

[djdangerlove]

Something about the “you’re more likely to get struck by lightning than win the lottery” statistic and both Eddie and Buck getting struck and winning a lottery with each other or whatever buddie canon filter I’m watching this with

[merthurians-prat-and-idiot]

So just as a recap, In 9-1-1 6b so far we're getting:

Eddie thrown off the firetruck

Buck falling from the ladder (double buddie injury!!!!)

Lightning storm

Buckley parents visiting

Albert's back too!!

Ravi is returning

Madney in their new house

Bobby, Athena & May teaming up as a detective trio

Hen & Karen are yet to know that Denny has been to see his bio dad

Donor Buck storyline is still in play (jesus christtt)

An episode described as "trippy" and "something we've never done before" thats titled "In Another Life" (its giving alternate reality what if/coma dream vibes)

- In addition to that the fact that 6x10 & that one are part one/part two's!!

Eddie starting to date again (another jesus christ bc I also forgot about this)

Did I miss anything?? Skss

[epiphanybuddie]

never will be over this still tbh

its so beautiful but it literally hurts to look at

[tails89]

I want Eddie on his knees, screaming Bucks name.

Is that so much to ask?

[walks-the-ages]

made another Doctor who survey because they're fun:

Where would you place the Fugitive Doctor on the chronological list of incarnations?

View live results here

[ohno-myfeefees]

6B4T is the way.

[marysol7r]

[911bts]

FOXTV: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT'S UNREAL

[djdangerlove]

Me after a month of buddie lightning speculation:

*kachow*

[galacticlamps]

I'm going to uno reverse card you and say: for the fic guessing game, 'light'?

lol that's fair

apparently I talk about light a lot (go figure) so have this one that happens to be in the middle of its story's 'Oh' moment:

But perhaps, somewhere along the line, Jamie had slipped, and now . . . well now, standing on the balcony of a palace on another planet, with the Doctor dipping his head nearer just to hide his eyes from the light - nearer, and not farther, which would've been just as easy - no, now he had to admit something was different. When it had changed or whether it hadn't at all and he'd simply been too fool to realize it before he couldn't say, and it didn't matter anyway - he knew it now, and that scared him.

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And just for kicks, under the cut I'm gonna put a longer excerpt from a totally different fic that came up while I was ctrl+f-ing 'light' in my wips - mainly because it happens to be part of a scene from a longish 'the Doctor & Jamie reunite with Zoe in 6b' story which is nowhere near completion, but feels relevant given the boxset Big Finish released last week (not that I've gotten a chance to listen to it yet, but still).

Zoe sat across from Jamie, her elbows on the table, her chin resting atop her hands - but she wasn't relaxed. She stared at him intently, and actually narrowed her eyes as he watched.

"What?" he asked, already defensive, and following through on an old self-conscious instinct, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. With no mirror in sight, he looked to the Doctor to check if he'd somehow gotten something on his face already, but he looked just as baffled. Zoe hadn't broken her concentration yet.

"I'm trying to figure out if I'm older than you," she announced, still deep in thought.

"Ah--" the Doctor began, grinning wickedly, but whether he was going to answer her or merely tease they never found out, because Jamie shot an arm out lightning quick, as if to hold him back.

"No' so fast, you. Let the girl work it out."

He finished chewing and settled himself squarely in front of her for inspection. She continued to stare. "Y'know, I'm surprised you're having such trouble telling," he taunted. "After all, how old are you now?"

She opened her mouth at first to protest that she was under no obligation to announce her own age while he continued to keep his secret, but she still thought she might figure it out - and if she couldn't, she at least had the Doctor to rely on to make Jamie tell the truth.

So she shrugged. "I'm 41. But everyone here thinks I'm 39. I was born 39 years ago, of course, but counting chronologically from the time I left the Wheel with you in the Tardis, I aged two years before the Time Lords returned me to my own time. That was twenty-one years ago, now," she added, unable to judge if the faint waver of wistfulness in her voice was truly audible, or if it was just her own imagination. Thankfully, neither of them pressed her on it.

"Well, y'see, Zoe," Jamie began slowly, still chewing his last mouthful after she finished her explanation and sat waiting calmly for his reply. The Doctor leaned forward too, seemingly intrigued, though it must only have been to see what answer Jamie would try. "I was born in 1724," he paused and washed down his food with a swig from his glass, and for a moment Zoe had the grace to assume he was just working through his calculations, as she had done. "So I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he finished, setting the glass back down on the table triumphantly.

All at once she felt a young girl again, a devilish light in her eyes. She wanted to jump across the table and tackle him - but that wasn't what Madam Presidents did. "Why, you--"

"They don't traditionally swear at their guests either, Ms. Heriot."

She turned on the Doctor, shocked. "You read my mind," she began, more impressed than accusatory, but he did at least have the decency to look sheepish.

He coughed politely. "Only to, ah, verify your math. And I'm sure you could feel my presence there, if you think about it."

"I could but I didn't know that's what it was. You've gotten so much better at it."

"Had to," he said simply, and shrugged, his eyes downcast.

Well, there was more to that, clearly, she thought, filing his deliberately nonchalant expression away for closer inspection later - but for now she was not about to be deterred. She snapped her eyes and her attention both back to Jamie.

"Still, we both know the Doctor obviously continues to value honesty and accuracy, so surely he'll tell me how old you are, even if you won't."

"Not if I ask him not to - right, Doctor?"

"Well . . . " he began, noncommittally drawing the word out so long that Zoe actually had time to wonder what his plan was for once he ran out of vowel. Jamie looked so genuinely horrified it was downright comical, and she had to force herself not to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"We're married, Doctor," he reminded him, indignant.

"Oh, but it's Zoe," he complained, sounding every bit the petulant child she remembered he could be, all those years ago. "And as far as I can remember, none of the ceremonies we ever partook in had anything in the vows about obeying. Although I might be wrong . . ." he added under his breath, scratching his head.

"Charming," Jamie grumbled.

"Well, when we've had as many weddings as we have it can be quite a lot to keep straight in your head. You know, I sometimes wonder if we might qualify for some kind of an all-time record. If we hadn't the need to be covert about so many of them, of course."

"Stop that!" she snapped, and the Doctor turned back to her, the picture of confused innocence.

"Stop what?"

"You're trying to help him without helping him, just by distracting me. Naturally, I want to hear everything about all these weddings of yours, and I will see to it that you'll be having another one while you're here, like it or not--"

"Yes ma'am," Jamie quipped, mock-serious.

"--But first, I am going to find out how old you are, James Robert McCrimmon, and if you force me to use your husband to do it, then that decision is on you."

Jamie mopped his face with his napkin and came out of it smiling. He stretched and dropped an arm around the Doctor's shoulders, perfectly relaxed. Already, Zoe felt her heart sink, but she was careful to keep her composure.

"I'm only pullin' your leg. I'm 44."

"What, really? And you expect me to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow in challenge but then glanced at the Doctor to confirm, and when he nodded she allowed her facade to crumble, rolling her eyes. Of course she had known when she'd first laid eyes on them that they'd be cutting it close, but Jamie still had quite a bit of that boyishness about him that had made it frustrating enough being his junior the first time around, and she really thought she might genuinely have enjoyed being just a hair older than him, for a change. After all, if you had to be ripped apart from your family and sent to separate timezones to live out your lives forever wishing for an improbable reunion, it might as well be good for something. But Jamie was far too smug looking now to be pretending, and Zoe knew it. "Oh, some people have all the luck," she groaned, dropping her arms and collapsing back dejectedly against her seat.

"Aye," Jamie said, leaning in over the table to follow her, "and some people live 22 years on Earth before they meet a time traveler, then spend 5 years with him before his people erase their memory and send them home to live another 5 before he's allowed to come pick them up again, and then force the pair of 'em to've spent 12 years so far working for them. Some people, eh?" he finished hotly, swiping his glass off the table again and raising it to his mouth in one fluid motion to take a long drink. But even so, his face was not so totally obscured from view that Zoe couldn't make out the amused curl at the corner of his lips, and when she caught his gaze again the glimmer in his eye was all fondness, just as it was with Doctor's and, she knew, her own.

Yes, no matter the circumstances, it was certainly good to see them again.

[911firefox]

Buck went up instead of Chimney. Chim wanted to go up and now, with what happened, how is he going to feel?

The guilt, the what ifs. The remembering Kevin suddenly gone in a flash in front of him, Albert nearly doing the same and now Buck. Buck who is his brother through the 118 AND through Maddie.

Chimney not being able to look Maddie in the eyes. They've both lost brothers, they've lost too much and now. And now Buck.

God, the wait til next Monday is gonna be painful.

[lexinoctura]

I am currently reading up on fringe episodes for a new fanfic project and on the Wikipedia entry for episode 3x14 (6b) it is stated

Though still cautious about moving forward, Olivia and Peter kiss and head upstairs at the Bishops' home.

Uhm... Please WHAT?! Did they watch the same scene as we did? Where were they ‘cautious about moving forward’? Oo

They were checking if they were on the same pag, sure, but where we're they cautious?!

I mean... Look at that smile! That smile doesn't say ‘oooohh, better be cautious!’ it says ‘hell yeah, I am all in!’

[epiphanybuddie]

eddie is driving that ambulance faster than the speed of light. three minutes until the hospital? more like three seconds, he literally brakes every law possible to get there in less than a minute