#Andrea Wyatt

[siriusly-sapphic]

The West Wing + text posts (15/?)

[joshdonnas]

a gifset for every tww episode (in no particular order): mandatory minimums (1x20)

“Josh, you need us, we're standing right here.” “Hi Senator, why don't you take your legislative agenda and shove it up your ass.” “Turns out I was fine.”

[jiminy-crickets]

Giving Nick a mirror is a devious move… do it more!!!!!!!!! BULLY THE CAPTAIN!!!!!!

[brokehorrorfan]

Broke Horror Fan has an exclusive look at six pages from Essentials, an epic sci-fi graphic novel co-written by Black Sails star Luke Arnold and Napoleon Dynamite producer Chris "Doc" Wyatt.

It features artwork from DaNi (Sandman: The Dreaming), Glenn Fabry (Preacher), Jason Howard (Transformers), Vince Locke (A History of Violence), Brendan McCarthy (Spider-Man: Fever), Andrea Mutti (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo), and M.K. Perker (Air).

Essentials is the debut offering from The Lab Press. Exclusive editions - including covers by Fabry, Howard, and Bill Sienkiewicz (New Mutants) - are available through Kickstarter, which has far exceeded its goal.

Read on for the zombie-infested preview, insights from Arnold and Wyatt, and more about Essentials.

In Essentials, mathematician Harris Pax predicted the end of the world but failed to prevent it. Now he’s living alone in a bunker and his niece’s favorite toys have started talking to him. The good news? He’s not the world’s sole survivor. The bad news? The other survivors are trapped in alternate realities — imprisoned in imagined worlds full of zombies, robots, mythical creatures, and chaos. And now Harris Pax and an unlikely ally must travel the country on a quest to restore reality, save humanity, and defeat his new interdimensional nemesis: Snuggles.

Luke Arnold statement:

Harris Pax was the only scientist who anticipated the end of the world. Every other surviving human is now trapped in a subjective reality, disconnected from each other and the real world. Harris must now travel into the realities – each of them a fantastically distinct mini-universe – to convince the dreamer to leave the dream behind. We quickly learn that this is easier said than done, as most of us – no matter how depressing, frightening, or dangerous our thoughts may be – will cling to a world that we know and understand at all costs. On top of that, there is an evil entity hidden in each reality, attempting to force a much darker outcome

Doc Wyatt statement:

Essentials can seem complicated, jumping from reality to reality, but at the end of the day it’s a very easily communicated idea– the last human survivors of a massive cosmic disaster are now all off in their own bubbles of reality, and it’s one man’s mission to bring them out of their bubbles before they die in there.

[graphicpolicy]

Exclusive: Essentials' Snuggles puppet revealed!

Exclusive: Essentials' Snuggles puppet revealed! #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

Luke Arnold and Chris “Doc” Wyatt are co-writing an all-new graphic novel, Essentials. The ambitious 140-page sci-fi epic is the debut offering from The Lab Press, a new graphic novel publisher helmed by founder and CEO Nicholas Kalikow, who is joined by Editor-in-Chief Dagen Walker, Vice President of Business Development Diane Richey, and Chief Creative Officer and partner Mike…

[sesiondemadrugada]

Living (Oliver Hermanus, 2022).

[ironverseocs]

OC Valentine's Challenge 2024 -> Day 2: Second Chance Romance

(Read on AO3)

It’s been three years since he left her, two years since his father was committed to full-time hospital care, one year since he passed, and now he was standing by a payphone two hundred miles away from his hometown, quarter posed on the precipice of the slot. His shoulders raised to his ears with a deep inhale, and with the slump– the exhale– he tossed the quarter inside.

She picked up after the fourth ring.

‘Hello?’

The sound of her voice alone was enough to send a tremor to his knees. Stephen hadn’t heard from her in all the three years since he left– left their life together, left their goals, left everything he once wanted behind– and he hadn’t realised just how scared he was to call her back into his life.

‘Um… anyone on the other side of this thing?’

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly as dry as the Sahara.

“Andy,” he forced out.

A breath caught itself in the receiver, short and rough and wrapped in disbelief.

Stephen cleared his throat, “Andy, I wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you that day, I’m sorry for bailing on our plans. Life just has this crazy way of showing us our greatest failures, our shames, like, afterwards, like– when it’s too late.–”

“What are you talking about, Stephen?”

Stephen forced himself to take a big breath. He physically stepped back from the pay phone and closed his eyes. One mississippi, two mississippi…

“You,” he said. “Me, us. I… I miss it. The life. In the van.”

The line was silent on the other end.

“I was wondering…” He left it hanging. How could he ask this of her? How could the deserter suddenly have the right?

After a painful three beats of quiet, a small voice piped up:

“I sold it.”

“The van?”

“Yes. I sold the van.”

Stephen turned around on the spot so he faced the gas pumps instead. At the furthest one, a middle-aged man was rummaging around in the trunk of his sedan while it fuelled up.

“What are you doing now?” he stammered.

“School, mostly,” answered Andy. “I applied for a few scholarships, and now I’m studying marine biology in Oregon. I go to the beach every now and again for fun, and to pester my teachers about extra-credit hands-on-field-work.” She said the last part in jest, and Stephen can just imagine that signature shrug of hers accompanying those words.

His opens and closes his mouth a couple times in search of words. Back when they had been together, touring around the entire West Coast natural region, she had talked about wanting to pursue marine science but had always felt hindered by her financial situation. He felt a glow behind his sternum at the thought of her finally achieving her dream (and then a drop like stone in his stomach remembering his aim, five minutes ago, to pull her back into continuing van life with him).

‘That’s amazing.” He caught himself smiling, which felt weird in the moment for he was still staring at the sedan-owning man. The man was patting his pockets frantically as if trying to find his keys. Stephen turned back around and doodled a finger over the number pad. “Hey. Do you want to meet up sometime?”

In response, a deep inhale…

“I’d come over there, obviously. I can’t take you away from your studies.”

“Sure.” It was short. It was plain. (It made his mind reel with worry.) “Spring break’s coming up. Why don’t you come here in March. On the Fourteenth. That’s a Thursday. I can show you my favourite coffee shop.”

“Consider it booked,” he said with an optimism that was mostly his own, only partially trying to grasp at an expectation of the happiness he’d get from this. “See you March fourteenth.”

“See you then.”

A million factors could contribute to the downtrodden way she spoke those words to him, and maybe he was reading into things too much, but he worried — at least part of him did — if she was doing this because she felt obligated to or if she actually wanted to see him again.

–

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[dustedmagazine]

Listed: Lisa Ullén

Photo by Märta Thisner

Lisa Ullén is a pianist based in Stockholm, Sweden. Born in 1964 in Seoul, Korea and raised in Northern Sweden, where she moved after being adopted just prior to turning 4, Ullén initially focused her love of music in its immensity into classical piano training. Encounters with modern composition and improvisation steered her away off the straight and narrow, and she’s pursued both sides of music as a major contributor to Stockholm’s avant-garde music scene throughout this century. She is a valued side-person for bandleaders such as Anna Högsberg and Finn Loxbo, and a strong collaborator in ensembles such as Reading Music, which presents work by composers including Nomi Epstein and Hanna Hartman, and the free improv trio Space. Ullén has also recorded several volumes of solo piano music. Bill Meyer wrote of the most recent such release, Heirloom, “It’s easy to get hung up on the novelty of Ullén’s sounds, which impart a visceral thrill that’s likely to keep you coming back to them. But as one spends time with them, the existential dimension of how they’re played looms larger.”

In this moment, this is some music that means and/or has meant a lot to me. What I listen to and whatchanges.

Thelonius Monk — Criss Cross

What I particularly like about Monk is how his playing and compositions form a single entity. Even so his songs have an integrity all of their own. They are very much like his playing — there is this amazing clarity to everything he does. Every phrase is exceptionally well-articulated, even when it is slightly slurred. And he goes in the wrong direction at all the right places.

Andrea Neumann — Solo at Monopiano Festival

I have known Andrea Neumann´s music for a long time and I love her approach to time, sound, and space.There are such strengths and frailties in her music. Also, a lot of the music I listen to and really appreciate is like this — it is something that happens in a particular space and unfolds in real time. You can sometimes listen to it and appreciate it afterwards, via videos like this one, but it is not produced to be recorded, packaged, and sold.

Derek Bailey — Solo Guitar

When I started to dig into improvisation, I listened to a huge number of players, Derek Bailey among them… Big inspiration, also a huge impact on me.

Helmut Lachenmann — “Ausklang” from Musik für Klavier mit Orchester

Fantastic piece; how did they get all these extended techniques in an orchestral situation? Ueli Wiget on the piano — there are so many amazing classical pianists. But it’s also the composition as such, and the way it transposes one of the key elements of the piano as an instrument — its resonance, the Ausklang — into an orchestral setting. All instruments work with resonances in some ways, of course, but to do it collectively like this, and pick up on and extend effects which stem from the piano is beautiful and impressive.

Robert Wyatt — “Shipbuilding”

Of course… Robert Wyatt: his songwriting, his arranging, his voice. Also his choice of covers, and ability to make them his own. This one seems very apt again.

Captain Beefheart — “The Floppy Boot Stomp” from Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller)

Outstanding, especially this late phase. Kudos to the Magic Band; I love the trombone. The instrumentation and arrangements on this one are fantastic, so carefully chiseled, yet full of surprises.

Aretha Franklin — “Climbing Higher Mountains” (Live at New Temple Missionary Baptist Church, 1972)

I went to a gospel camp when I was 13 — I found a note for it somewhere, and applied without telling my mum. I took a long train ride to south of Sweden. I have always admired gospel music and not least gospel piano players. I would like to be one. But listening to Aretha in this movie is pretty good too… My gospel camp was not even close to this, but the feeling and energy reminds me of it.

Carla Bley — “The Lord Is Listenin’ To Ya, Hallelujah!”

The gospel according to Carla, with great trombone from Gary Valente. Carla’s music has followed me since my late teens. Always… Trombone again…

Kristine Scholz, Mats Persson, Sten Sandell — “To Begin With”

When I studied at the Academy, I had seminars with Mats Persson about new contemporary music and we played a lot of different material. A huge inspiration. Mats and Kristine Scholz are an outstanding duo. I love their careful interpretations of different composers. On this recording, they are joined by Sten Sandell, another amazing idiosyncratic pianist.

Bill Evans — “Gloria´s Step” from Sunday at the Village Vanguard

Amazing trio, extraordinary, with Scott LaFaro and Paul Motion. Once upon a time I was living in North Carolina, and among other things I did, I studied jazz piano and copied Bill Evans’ solos . But when I arrived in North Carolina, I had already gotten my head set on other things.

Cecil Taylor — Looking (Berlin version)

Morning, lunch, dinner — always Cecil… also his solo Silent Tongues. I attended a workshop with him in Stockholm in the late 1990s. I was too shy to say anything, but it made a huge impact. His solo concert at this time was a real thing… Life has not been the same since.

[hawks4life]

Blackhawks vs Bruins 10/11/2023 Part 3

[s-nfcl]

tag dump: threads

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[siriusly-sapphic]

The West Wing + Textposts (5/?)

Feat more of the darling Carol and a sneaky Andy/CJ one

[thechaosmuses]

First off, I just wanna apolgize for not getting anything done tonight, I got a little depressed and then I hyper fixated on making these zodiac oc's- Secondly, I will introduce the other three new oc's I have later, I wanted to put some info up for them and I have two out of the three done- Anywaysss- Onto the random late night/early morning idea that I had that's now became a reality..

First up, the Fire signs..

Aries - Name; Wyatt Keegan - Face Claim; Dacre Montgomery Sagittarius - Name; Kianni Phoenix - Face Claim; Samantha Logan Leo - Name; Leon Cyrus - Face Claim; Jacob Eldori

Earth signs..

Taurus - Name; Conrad Atlas - Face Claim; Noah Centineo Capricorn - Name; Kailynn Amelia - Face Claim; Alexandra Breckenridge Virgo - Name; Taron Sage - Face Claim; Gavin Casalegno

Water signs..

Cancer - Name; River Mira - Face Claim; Christian Serratos Pisces - Name; Dylan Lucas - Face Claim; Kendrick Sampson Scorpio - Name; Josephine Andrea - Face Claim; Alanna Masterson

And last but not least, the Air signs..

Libra - Name; Alice Skye - Face Claim; Lucy Hale Aquarius - Name; Aaron Micah - Face Claim; Austin Nichols Gemini (twins) - Names; Adelaide June & Arianna Rose - Face Claims; Chloe & Halle Bailey

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

KIDS KIDS KIDS

Taylor checks her phone with a smirk on her face. She’s out of breath, her legs as shaky as always when she comes right off stage. She’s sweating, now more than she was while dancing and singing. A normal reaction by her body which she’s gotten used to by now. Every time, it’s almost as if her body is only just realizing how much work she’s put in once it’s over. Once she gets to relax. It’s insane how exhausting these past three and a half hours really were, but it’s become even more amazing to see that she’s strong enough. Strong enough for all of it.

Taylor giggles once, rather loudly this time, causing her dad to be curious, too.

“What are you laughing at?”

Standing in her dressing room with her parents, she can’t stop smiling at the picture Travis just sent her two hours ago.

“Oh look at them.” Andrea now also laughs while looking at Taylor’s phone screen. She’s holding it up to give both her parents a good view and it certainly doesn’t disappoint any of them. Travis has taken a selfie of himself and his four year old niece, who’s sitting comfortably on her first class airplane bed, orange juice in the plastic champagne cup, a big smile on her face whilst uncle Travy is wearing her beloved dinosaur shaped plastic glasses. This girl loves to force her clothes and toys on her uncle and Taylor adores with every inch of her being how much he just lets her do anything and everything to him.

“Oh look at her with her orange juice.” Scott is laughing now, Taylor already giving her mom a look she knows too well. Her daughter’s heart is slowly but surely exploding from seeing the man she’s in love with so attentive with his nieces. She can’t wait for the two of them to get here. Can’t wait to see for herself how he deals with the little girl. She knows how nervous he is to take Wyatt on this little trip. But in a way, Taylor knows she’s even more nervous than him. After all, there have been so many late night conversations about babies lately. About their future. Their values. Where they see their lives together in ten years.

She knows she wants to go this step with him. She knows that she wants him to be the father of her children. Him and no one else. But this week together with Wyatt will really be a test run, for the both of them, to see how they will deal with a child, especially when things get hectic. She’s only ever experienced him with his nieces during a family day in Philadelphia, for a maximum of three hours. But this time, it’ll be different. This time, he’s dealing with the little girl day and night for a total of four days before Jason and Kylie will join them in London to take over again. Truly the first time, that the two of them will have full responsibility for keeping a human being alive and happy.

“Do you think he’s getting any sleep on this flight?” Andrea just asks, almost as if she’s ready to answer her own question and Taylor laughs. She’s just replied to his picture with a pink heart, then places her phone on the little table by the side and shakes her head at her mom.

“I told him that booking a red eye flight with a toddler is a bad idea. Like.. worst idea ever.” she says, can already imagine how tired and whiny the little girl will be.

“Well, we’ll keep them up tomorrow. At least she’ll sleep good after.”

Taylor nods, hoping to get any sleep in the next four days. But there’s still a smile creeping up on her sweaty face. She can’t wait for the two to get here. Can’t wait to spend more time with Wyatt and Travis. After all, she will be part of their family soon. And in a way, that makes Wyatt her little niece, too. With a smile on her face still, Taylor takes another sip of her water bottle. She’s ready to go back to her Parisian hotel suite and call it a day. Finally.

~

With her hair open and all over the place, she gets up quickly. Her heart is beating fast. She feels dizzy from having gotten up so fast, faster than she should, but she’s way too excited to just stay in bed now. Barefoot, she opens the curtains of her suite a tiny bit, the sky still gray but the sun comes slowly creeping out behind the thin clouds. After all, the weather has been forecasted to be absolutely stunning today. A beautiful summer day. She cannot wait. With her sleeping shorts and her favorite chiefs t-shirt, she checks her phone again, nervously biting her lip as she sees that his location icon and hers are truly closer than close now. She feels her stomach exploding. They’re here. It’s 6am and they’re here.

Just when his latest text comes through is when Taylor can hear a knock on the door. She immediately gets up to open the hotel suite door, smiling ear to ear at what she sees. Brandon from her security team just smiles at her and nods. Travis right behind him, a toddler fully asleep over his shoulder, hanging from him as limp as if she’s dead. He’s not just got his own backpack hanging from the other shoulder together with a tiny pink backpack full of dinosaurs but also pulls a huge suitcase behind him. Taylor can’t help but giggle. He looks exactly as worn out as she expected him to be. Travis then walks in, immediately whispering at her to signal Taylor that they need to be quiet.

“She just fell asleep in the car, I think she needs at few more hours.”

Taylor immediately nods, has already taken the rolling suitcase from him. She thanks Brandon with a smile, quietly closes the big hotel room door, trying not to wake the sleeping child. She places his big hard shell suitcase by the wall, then watches adorably as Travis places the little sleepy girl on the small children’s bed that the hotel has arranged for her at the end of the room. Taylor immediately steps up, helps Travis by taking off her sneakers and proceeds to pull the little blanket up to cover the small body. Travis just drops both backpacks on the floor, lets out an exhausted breath. He can’t wait a second longer, just smiles at the sleepy woman in front of him, shakes his head in anticipation. Oh how long he’s waited for this moment. She immediately giggles quietly, falls into his arms and kisses him. She can feel him sighing into her kiss, his tired body immediately relaxing just by the proximity to her. His big arms are swung tightly about her torso and her hands are securely on his stubbly cheek.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you, baby girl.” he whispers in between the kisses and she just giggles quietly, clearly trying to contain her excitement to not wake up Wyatt right next to them.

“I’ve missed you so much, you have no idea.” she mumbles, their faces still so close that their noses are touching. He smiles, not saying anything, just taking a good moment to look at her. The smile on his face says it all. He’s absolutely and inevitably in love with her. And she loves to feel it with every fiber of her being.

“Did you get any sleep on the flight?”

He shakes his head, tiredly letting his forehead drop onto her left shoulder.

“She was so excited to see Paris and be on a plane. I think she fell asleep thirty minutes before landing.”

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. You both must be exhausted.” she says, gently scruffing the stubbly hair in his neck. He doesn’t react and she just turns her head to place a little kiss on his skin.

“Let’s sleep a couple more hours. Will be good for the both of you.” Taylor whispers and he nods, only slowly letting go of her.

“I’ll send a picture of the sleeping beauty to Jason and Ky, I think they’re still up terrified that I lost their baby somewhere in Paris.” he mumbles, already taking a picture with his phone of Wyatt in her little bed. Taylor smiles, especially because she can definitely envision the both parents dying a thousand deaths while Travis is in charge of their eldest daughter. But Taylor also knows that this is one of the biggest declarations of love and trust that Travis has ever received from his big brother. And that’s why he’s been so nervous about this trip. That’s why he’d do anything to make this trip nothing but magical and memorable for little Wy.

“Yeah let them know you both made it safely here and tell Jason and Kylie I’m taking care of the two of you now, so no need to worry.” she jokes and Travis shakes his head pretending to be mad.

“The truth is, that might actually soothe them.” he laughs and so does Taylor. She just shakes her head, can’t help but hug his arm once more. She’s missed him. Oh god, how much she’s missed him.

“Stop it. You’re an incredible uncle. They trust you deeply, that’s why they sent their toddler across the world with you alone.”

Travis nods, yawns once more, and proceeds to get rid of his sweatshirt. She can tell, he’s definitely too tired for these types of conversations now.

“Shall we go back to bed?”

He nods, stealing her cheek one last kiss before walking past her into the big bathroom. Of course they gave Taylor the most luxurious hotel suite he’s ever seen. He didn’t expect anything less.

“Wow this is nice.”

“I know, right? It’s insane.” she says, and he yawns some more.

“Want to set a timer for like… eleven? I’ll just jump into the shower and then come back to bed, okay?”

She nods, more than happy to get a few hours of sleep herself now.

“Okay. Do you need anything? Water?”

He smiles at her standing in the door frame to the bathroom, just takes off his sweat pants and shakes his head.

“I’m good, baby. Go back to bed. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

She nods, closes the door gently and takes a few steps back to Wyatt’s little bed at the end of her bedroom. She’s fast asleep, her little hand moving once. She must be dreaming. And Taylor can’t help but smile at her. She looks just like her father. Those Kelce genes seem to be strong in the family. She’s also got the same eyebrows as Travis. Taylor gently strokes over the little girl’s hair once, then makes her way back to her own bed. She quickly closes the curtains so that the room is dark again. She sets her timer for 11am, thankful for the almost four hours of sleep ahead. A few seconds later, she feels herself get sleepy again, moves to turn around in her big and comfortable bed as soon as she feels the big man crawling under the sheets right next to her. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles, opening his arms for her to crawl into. Within a few seconds, Taylor has wrapped both her arms around him, kissing him gently a few times. She loves to be so close again. Finally, after what feels like eternity. And she can’t wait for the next days to come. She can’t wait to kick off a wonderful summer in Europe together with her favorite person.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.” he mumbles onto her lips, and she smiles into one of their kisses, just nodding happily.

“I love you, uncle Trav.”

[pupsmailbox]

1980's ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ aaron. adam. adding addison. adrian. alex. alexis. ali. alyssa. amanda. amber. andie. andrea. andrews. andy. anne. annie. anthony. april. ashley. aubrey. audrey. babysitters: belinda. bill. billie. billy. blair. bobbie. bobby. bonnie. brad. brandi. brandy. bret. brett. brian. brianna. brittany. caitlin. carey. carla. carly. carol. cary. casey. charlie. chris. christie. christina. christine. christopher. cindy. clare. clarissa. claudia. cody. corey. cory. courtney. crystal. dan. dana. daniel. darrell. david. dawn. devon. drew. dustin. elliott. emily. emmett. eric. erica. erik. erika. fran. francis. frankie. georgie. gloria. greer. greg. harriet. harry. heather. hollis. holly. jackie. jamie. jason. jayme. jeffery. jennifer. jeremy. jessica. jessie. jody. joe. john.zach. jory. joseph. josh. joy. jules. justin. kelly. kevin. kim. kimberly. kit. kristen. kristy. kyle. landry. larissa. laura. lauren. lee. linden. lisa. loren. lou. lucas. lynn. mallory. maria. marie. mark. marlowe. mary matt. matthew. meaghan. megan. melanie. melissa. melody. merit. michael. michelle. mickey. mike. mikey. mindy. misty. mo. morgan. natalie. neil. nick. nicky. nicole. ollie. other ozzie. parker. patrick. paul. paula. paulie. polly. quinn. rachel. randall. randell. randy. rebecca. rees. reese. richard. rob. robbie. robert. rory. royce. ryan. sabrina. sam. sarah. scott. sean. seth. shannon. shea. shelby. skyler. stacey. stacy. stephanie. stephen. stevie. taylor. the tiffany. tim. todd. tonya. tracy. tyler. valerie. victoria. will. wyatt. xavier. zack.

PRONOUNS ⌇ arc/arcade. arcade/arcade. arcade/arcem. beam/beam. beep/beep. bling/bling. bo/booth. boom/box. bop/bop. bou/boutique. bright/bright. buzz/buzz. ca/car. cartoon/cartoon. cass/cassette. cassette/cassette. class/classic. color/color. cor/vette. dated/dated. dazzle/dazzle. dine/diner. disc/disc. disco/disco. elec/electric. flash/flash. gae/game. gli/glitch. glitter/glitter. glow/glow. jazz/jazz. juke/box. light/light. loud/loud. neon/neon. nostal/nostal. pac/man. par/parlor. pattern/pattern. phone/phone. pin/ball. po/pop. polybi/polybius. pop/pop. rain/rainbow. ret/retro. retro/retro. rock/roll. salon/salon. ska/skate. star/star. synth/wave. text/text. vin/vintage. vintage/vintage. vivid/vivid. walk/walkman. 🌈 . 🍭 . 👾 . 💥 . 🕹 . 🧩 .

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Lone star season 5 wishlist:

Owen calling Carlos son

More Reyes sisters content/Reyes family backstory

Tarlos referring to each other as husband every chance they get

Carlos bonding with Lou II

Iris joining the Catan gang (she and Mateo would be chaotic bffs)

More Andrea and Owen - Owen could offer a good shoulder for her to cry on

TK calling Andrea mom or mama

Carlos calling Owen dad

More Paul/Asha, Nancy/Mateo, Marjan/Joe (or Nancy/Marjan if Tim is feeling generous)

Judd's glorious return to the 126

A new probie at the 126

Mateo ends up in hospital (it's his turn now)

Lexi Mitchell!

More Carlos at work

Tommy suggesting Andrea joins her grief group

The Vega twins visiting their mother at work and ditching her when Carlos stops by the firehouse for lunch

Wyatt's miraculous recovery

Judd coming to terms with the fact he's (going to be) a grandfather

The rest of the crew teasing him about it

Loved up tarlos

steamy season 1 style tarlos scene (they're newlyweds, let them be horny for each other!)

Owen getting a new hobby because TK 'doesn't need him anymore'

Owen babysitting his grandchild for tarlos (Lou II)

TK learning Spanish or a mention of the fact that he is

I was bored on the train home

[cowboytarlos]

The spectrum of boy mum is like

Boy mum (Andrea) -> Boy mum (Marlene (Wyatt’s mom)) -> Boy mum (Gwen) -> Boy mum (Trudie)

Don’t be Trudie