#911hiatus

[lover-of-mine]

911 on ABC:

7x03 - “Capsized”

[henswilsons]

s1 moments that make me scream 10/?

[911verse]

♡ 911 rewatch ♡

→ 3.13: 'Pinned'

[mvlderfox]

“That was a good call, Eddie.” // “Thanks, Cap.” // “Yeah, good call.”

[mattoidmeerkat]

THEY

[poemsbybuddie]

buddie poetry event! (911 hiatus version)📜✒️

hi! i'm @heartbeatdiaz and i love, love reading poetry and writing silly little poems myself! especially about these two gay firefighters. so, i thought it'd be fun to make a mini event for all poetry authors in the fandom.

the idea is, here's a list of 20 prompts for whatever day you like during hiatus as long as is from the 15 of august to the last day of october (you don't have to write for all of them— just if the inspiration strikes!) feel free to pick and choose whichever prompt brings you joy! and interpret it however you like! this is to celebrate creativity, after all.

these are the prompts!

(some extras!)

you can combine your poem with edit/gifset if you please or ask someone else to make an edit/gifset/drawing to compliment your piece.

there will be no signs ups! just tag the blog and use the #poemsbybuddie and i'll reblog your creation here!

your poem can be nsfw but make sure it's tagged properly

if you have any doubt or question, send an ask here or message the blog or me directly at @heartbeatdiaz

[zahlibeth]

Buck's face in the back of this scene is A Delight

[reachingforaspark]

UNCHARTED: Legacy of the 118 ft. Captain Bobby "Who lays out a jungle this way?" Nash Hen "Snake-o-paedia" Wilson Chimney "Come out to the coast..." Han and the Probie- he doesn't get a nickname or a catchphrase anymore, he lost that right when he almost took out Chim's eye with a machete

Switch it up Sunday: Prompt response for the @911hiatus poll for "which video game would (season 1 118) have the best chance of surviving 24 hrs?" I voted for Uncharted......obviously.

I had this photo from a holiday, thought it looked kind of game-y, wanted to play with mixing drawings into photos which is something I haven't done before. Thanks to @inferno-ontherocks and @sluttyhenley for feedback with planning 💕

[princessfbi]

Just saying you’d know we love to read your what if scenarios about buck getting shot!!! Like the angst I know you’d bestow on us??? Yes please😂😂

Hahaha! I’m playing catch up on a project right now but who knows. I am five fics away from having a hundred fics in the fandom. Could do something special 🤔 🤫🤪

[911bts]

With the @911hiatus event starting this week, I thought it would be fun to share some of the WIP character descriptions from the pilot script while it was going through revisions!

ABBY CLARK, late 30’s, cute, accessible

ROBERT “BOBBY” NASH, their leader. Late forties, handsome, always calm.

EVAN “BUCK” BUCKLEY, 25, stud. 

HENRIETTA “HEN” WILSON, African-American, lesbian.

HOWIE “CHIMNEY” HAN, late thirties. 

ATHENA GRANT, 40’s, African American, all business.

Fun fact: Chimney was planned differently at the beginning. As revealed by Kenny recently, Chimney was originally intended to be Hispanic but that changed when they decided to go with Kenny.

[mazzystar24]

You know what I find interesting that may not be intentional or mean anything but is interesting nonetheless?

The way when the others like Maddie or Eddie are shown in therapy with Frank we not only have seen the actual sessions but also frank is referred to as Frank

Now I’ve had therapy and a good 95% of people in my life are either currently or used to be in therapy and it’s pretty commonplace for therapists to use their first names with patients (I think cos it builds rapport or something)

But thing is with Buck’s therapy we’ve only seen the dr wells incident and then the sessions with Dr Copeland aren’t REALLY shown and Dr Copeland I’m pretty sure has only been referred to as such

Which makes me wonder if this is to show a healthy boundary after the dr wells incident or is it to show a disconnect to his therapy and it not working

Ooo another detail I noticed is on the one part of his session we saw she referred to him as Evan:

Gif from: @911hiatus

This was around the same (?) time where he flat out says people who know him call him Buck

Now that being said we HAVE seen exceptions of that and it could just be because he’s listed on documents as Evan but still I don’t see any reason why she wouldn’t call him buck or why she should be part of the exceptions

Anyways I thought these things were interesting when you put them all together even if they may be 100% unintentional

[lover-of-mine]

911 on ABC:

7x02 - “Rock the Boat”

[henswilsons]

also on that note 1x05 point of origin is so funny because imagine being in a stilted relationship with your fire captain because you don't really trust him because you don't know anything about him or his life and he's clearly reluctant to let you into it or tell you any personal details and then your fuckin 25yo horndog coworker sails in proud of himself that he didn't have sex with a girl or her ailing dementia-ridden mother. like PLEASE

[les-pompiers118]

Last call for sin

900 words | rated Teen | Buck angst

A 1x01 coda ficlet for @911hiatus's week one prompt, "hunger." Title from All These Things That I've Done by The Killers, which is a perfect song for pilot Buck (in my humble opinion).

He managed the drive home okay—hands tight around the steering wheel, radio on too loud to keep his thoughts at bay, but he made it. He just put his mind on autopilot and drove. But now that he’s safely on his own front porch, fiddling with the keys in his jacket pocket, Buck feels like he can’t breathe. As if there’s a snake wrapped around his ribcage, squeezing.

He inhales sharply through his nose, then exhales more slowly from his mouth, talking himself through it like he’s his own patient. In… and out. There you go. You’re okay. On the far end of the porch, someone left an empty beer can in the potted geranium that’s languishing between two folding chairs. Buck keeps his eyes fixed on it, both to ground himself while he breathes and to have something—anything—to think about besides what happened yesterday.

He almost lost everything.

In… Out… In… Out…

The front door opens, startling Buck into taking a step back.

“Hey, I thought I heard you pull in,” Kyle says through the screen door. He’s wearing flannel pajama bottoms printed with puffy, cartoon Christmas trees and no shirt. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, fine. Just didn’t get much sleep.” Buck walks over to the geranium, plucks out the beer can, and hands it to Kyle. “You guys, uh, have someone over last night?”

“Not me. Stayed up late watching a couple movies. I don’t have to work until noon.”

Buck follows Kyle inside, careful not to let the screen door slam. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t. Fucking car alarm next door again. I’m gonna let the air out of their tires next time, I swear to fucking God.”

“I did not hear you say that,” Buck grins, then gestures at Kyle’s pajamas. “Look at a calendar, dude. It’s January.”

“Yeah, so? My mom gave me these. They’re comfortable. Yo, I was about to make some eggs. You want some?”

“Nah, I’m good, thanks. Not hungry yet.”

Kyle gives him a thumbs-up and returns to the kitchen, and Buck goes upstairs to his room. The house is quiet at this time of day, at least on weekdays. Weekends are a different matter. Buck usually comes home to find a few friends-of-friends still hanging around for breakfast. Buck doesn’t care, as long as the mess gets cleaned up and no one has crashed in his bed.

God, he’s so damn tired. It’s not that they had a lot of calls last night; he just couldn’t seem to get his brain to switch off. Four straight hours in his bunk without the bell going off, and he wasted them listening to Chimney snore. Buck drops his gym bag on the floor and kicks off his shoes without looking to see where they land. Clothes are peeled off, replaced with sweats. Curtains get pulled closed. Autopilot. On the way to the bed, he catches his reflection in the mirror hanging over the dresser.

And then he can’t breathe again.

This is not a family.

The next time you screw up, it’ll be your last.

You’re done, kid.

In the dim light, Buck sees all the previous versions of himself staring back at him from the mirror, all with the same birthmark and blue eyes, the same nose that’s just a little too long. Twenty-six goddamn years’ worth of them—and it seems he’s no closer to figuring out how not to screw up his own life.

“I fucked up,” Buck whispers. “I fucked up again, Maddie.”

His reflection pleads with him in the mirror, begging for sympathy, but the voice in his head is brisk, sensible. Maddie’s voice.

Okay? What are you going to do about it, Evan?

He hasn’t seen her in years. It’s painful to think of her, still patching up idiots like him in the ER and then going home to her dickhead husband. At least she has one less thing to worry about with her little brother out of her hair. Buck hopes she’s okay. Maybe even happy.

It’s hard to imagine her happy.

It’s been five years since he left Hershey, hungry for something he couldn’t even name. So hungry it hurt. But now he understands what he was seeking as he was crisscrossing the country in her old Jeep: Purpose. Something he could hold up with pride. And people who gave a shit about him. He knows this because yesterday he almost threw all those things away for a couple of meaningless fucks. Jesus.

So. What is he going to do about it? The first step is obvious. Buck sits down on the edge of his bed and begins deleting every dating app off his phone. He’s done. He has to be done.

He makes the mistake of opening the last app. Four messages. Buck scans the profile pictures, his breathing picking up. God, it was an actual nightmare of a shift. That little girl dragged out of her house, bullets—actual fucking bullets—pinging off the fire engine. In two days, Buck’s going to be right back there, facing all kinds of awful shit again, having people’s lives in his hands. And then there’ll be the consequences of his screw-up to face. Bobby’s probably gonna have him scrubbing floors for a month.

Buck lets his thumb hover unsteadily over GirlOnFire94’s picture. The name feels like fate. He clicks.

One last time. He needs this.

His hands don’t stop shaking for a long time.

[mvlderfox]

[mattoidmeerkat]

Still obsessed with this scene after all those years