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princessamericachavez · 2 years ago

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The house don't fall when the bones are good

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Every so often, if Buck is feeling particularly melancholic, he thinks about his first visit to the Diaz household. After the lightning strike, he’s been rather melancholic, it seems.

Nearly six years ago, he drove Eddie to Christopher’s school for the first time, not knowing he’d get to know the route by heart before Chris changed schools and that, then, he’d learn the new one too well enough to get there after a 24 hour shift without a single wrong turn.

He’d seen them hug from afar, a part of his chest aching at the sight of that unconditional and unfiltered love. He’d known Eddie for only a couple months back then, and Buck’d thought he knew him pretty well, but that was the very first time he’d seen his heart at full display —his enormous capability to love. It’d been a sight to behold. He’d felt... jealous? It’s hard to tell now. He had never known that kind of love, but he’d been chasing it his whole life. It was like a revelation to see it in full display, to confirm it existed.

Buck’d offered to drive the Diaz boys home. Eddie’s car —this was before the Tsunami, before the lawsuit, before the fightclub, before the truck— was still at the station, and they were both exhausted from a long and stressful day. It was the least he could do.

He remembers flashes of the drive there: Christopher’s laughter, his constant chatter —Buck felt like he was carrying sunshine in his jeep, he’d never driven so carefully in his life—, Eddie’s soft eyes filled with fondness, the unmistakable tension in his shoulders as he looked back at Buck, like he was scared of showing his cards, of letting him see the one thing he treasured most, it was the same expression he’d had earlier that day when he’d talked about Chris for the first time. Buck remembers that by the time they got there Chris had crashed, fallen asleep in the back of the car, trusting completely that they’d get him home safely.

There was an unmistakeable sense of loss by the time they got to the driveway. Buck knew goodbyes and loss better than most, but he still mourned every single one of them. This one was particularly painful. He’d watched Eddie get out and pull Chris into his arms, careful not to wake him. And then, Eddie Diaz, with his tired brown eyes and an armful of seven-year-old, had looked back at him and said: “you wanna come in for a beer?”

In retrospect, Buck is a little amused by how scared he’d been. It felt like intruding in something extremely personal. Eddie’s home, Eddie’s heart, Eddie’s life. They’d only known each other for a few months back then. They’d never let the other into their house before. They were exhausted and wired up at the same time. The sensible thing would’ve been to leave. Buck had never been the sensible kind. He’d always been a little selfish, too. And he’d wanted, more than anything, to partake into the warmth of Eddie’s little family for a little longer... for as long as he’d be allowed to.

“Sure.”

The house had been warm and welcoming, even back then. There’d still been a few boxes lying around —that weeks later Buck’d helped Eddie unpack— and very few framed pictures. Lost and unsure where to go, Buck’d walked behind Eddie like a shadow, while the man gently and lovingly put his son to bed. Unlike the rest of the house, Christopher’s room had already been claimed as his own, full of drawings and toys and lovingly-picked furniture and decorations. He’d watched from the doorframe, feeling like an intruder, sure that Eddie was regretting his offer, that he’d never really intended for Buck to accept.

But, even back then, Eddie had been shockingly welcoming. He’d smiled at Buck, once Chris was asleep, and patted his shoulder on the way to the kitchen. Back then, the place had been barely stocked. It would take months, years, for Buck and Eddie to fill it with cups and bowls and spatulas and way too many fancy utensils that Bobby’d showed them how to use.

Eddie’d pulled two beers from the fridge and opened one before handing it to Buck. Then, silently, he’d walked back to the living room, followed by a silent and shellshocked Buck who still felt like an unwanted guest in this house, this home, that wasn’t yet his own. Buck, who watched Eddie sit down on his couch with a deep but satisfied groan, and who’d stared still standing until Eddie’d arched his eyebrows, daringly, teasing him a little, until Buck’d dared to sit down too, on the other corner of the couch.

“That was a long day,” Eddie’d sighed, with ease that later Buck’d come to recognize as a front.

In the following years, they’d sit on this couch a million times, share countless beers, laugh until they were both crying, grief loses, celebrate wins, share comfortable silences, open up about truths nobody else would ever share.

But that was the first night, and Buck was nervous. He’d taken a sip of his beer and laughed, nervous, thankful to even be here.

“Congratulations,” he’d said. “You just had your first official L.A. earthquake.”

“Are they always this bad?”

“God, no. This was just... We are not that prone to natural disasters,” he’d assured him, unknowing that a year later he’d be grateful to survive a tsunami. “I guess you just got lucky.”

Eddie’d smiled, though, and shaken his head. It felt like a victory.

Buck doesn’t remember what they talked about that first night. Inconsequential stuff, probably. About the house and how Eddie’d found it and why it was perfect because it had no second floor, no stairs for Christopher to struggle with, and how his abuela and his tia Pepa lived close by. Buck’d told him about Abby’s house and how it was at least nicer than having roommates, but that he couldn’t shake off the feeling of always being a guest there. Eddie’d nodded, understanding. (Weeks later, unprompted, he’d casually dropped in a conversation that Buck, being his best friend, was never just a guest in his house, and it was a miracle that Buck hadn’t broken down in tears at the moment... mainly because he hadn’t wanted to scare Chris.)

Eventually the second and third beer’d run out and they’d ran out of excuses to stay awake.

“I- I guess... I should go home,” Buck’d said then, suddenly bashful, sure he’d overstayed his welcome.

Eddie’d pinned him with a look that Buck still remembers today, years and tragedies later.

“Buck, I’m not letting you drive all the way back to Abby’s house,” he’d said. And then, matter-of-factly: “you’re staying over.”

He’d left no room for discussion and, honestly, Buck’d had very little complains about it. They’d made a make-shift bed together on the couch. A couple months later, they were both experts at making it, and Eddie’d bought a specific set of bedsheets and blankets and pillows for it —for Buck.

“Right, goodnight.”

“Night,” Eddie’d nodded. Then, he’d paused, and he’d looked back at Buck... and Buck’d been surprised by that look more than anything else, because for a second, for an instant, he’d recognized in Eddie’s eyes the same thankfulness that was coursing through his veins... the same silent gladness at the simple fact of having met a friend like this, at having met him. “Thanks for taking me to Chris’s school today, Buck. I... I really appreciate it,” he’d said, like it wasn’t the very least Buck could do, like he wouldn’t do it again in a heartbeat, like it wasn’t the best thing he’d gotten to do all day.

“Don’t mention it,” Buck’d replied, a little numbly, but then he’d recovered enough to say what he meant (sort of): “I’ve got your back, Eddie.”

And Eddie had gifted him that secret sunshine-filled smile that Buck still chases after to this day.

“I know. I’ve got yours,” Eddie had said, and he had meant it. Buck had suspected it back then, but now, six years later, he knows without a shadow of a doubt that Eddie meant it more than Buck could’ve dared to imagine. “Though, gotta say, don’t know how your back will be tomorrow. Haven’t tried sleeping on that couch yet.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Buck’d laughed.

It was the best sleep he’d had in his life.

Every now and then, Buck remembers that night, while he cooks for his boys, while he walks past the door with his own key without knocking, while he plays games with Christopher or shares a beer with Eddie after a long day. Buck thinks back to the very first time he walked past that door, not knowing yet he was home.

#whoop this is long and i don't know what it is but just enjoy the fluff #buddie #911 fox #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fic #buddie fic

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fancylala4 · 6 months ago

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What is it with the shade room? I got back to back stories about Chris “abuser” brown! Is he releasing a new album? Or he trying to distract us from the new lawsuit against him? You know the new one where he and his crew jumped someone.

#mine

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justinspoliticalcorner · 14 days ago

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Sebastian Murdock at HuffPost:

Internal company emails and a deposition obtained by HuffPost reveal how the right-wing network Newsmax dismissed accurate reports that a mass shooter was a white supremacist and shared an image of a man they incorrectly identified as the killer. Texas man Mauricio Garcia, 37, filed a libel lawsuit against Newsmax and other media organizations in March after an image of him was used in their coverage of a May 6, 2023, mass shooting at an outlet mall in Allen, Texas, that depicted him as the shooter. The real gunman was a 33-year-old white supremacist who shared the same first and last name as Garcia. The gunman killed eight people and wounded seven others before he was killed in a shootout with police. But it was the innocent Garcia’s image that was used to depict a neo-Nazi killer.

“This was a pretty obvious unforced error,” Newsmax News Director Chris Wallace wrote in an email after it became clear the network had connected an innocent man to a mass shooting, according to court records. Garcia is being represented by Houston attorney Mark Bankston of Farrar & Ball. Bankston previously represented the parents of a child who died in a 2012 school shooting who won a $45 million judgment against conspiracy theorist Alex Jones for lies he spread about it. Entertainment blog Hollywood Unlocked and TelevisaUnivision (the parent company of Spanish-language broadcaster Univision) are also listed as defendants. Fox News was previously listed as a defendant but was dropped from the lawsuit in June. News site Today News Africa and far-right commentators Tim Pool and Steven Crowder settled with Garcia, Bankston told HuffPost. Andrew Brown, the chief operating officer at Newsmax, gave a deposition as part of the lawsuit on Aug. 20. During it, Brown routinely acknowledged that Newsmax staff failed its internal journalistic practices when reporting on the shooting. [...] Two days after the shooting, on May 8, media reports began to trickle in about the shooter’s ties to the neo-Nazi movement, including his tattoos of a swastika and the SS lightning bolt of Hitler’s paramilitary forces. The shooter also had a Russian social media account “rife with hate-filled rants against women and Black people,” The New York Times reported. And Aric Toler, a former researcher at the open-source research outlet Bellingcat, independently verified the killer’s social media website and posted details on X, formerly Twitter. Following the new details from Toler, prominent right-wing voices — including that of billionaire and X owner Elon Musk — floated conspiracies denying the shooter’s neo-Nazi background. [...] Later that night, on Newsmax’s ”Greg Kelly Reports,” the host questioned the shooter’s white supremacist background. Kelly was wrong, as authorities would later clarify. Even worse, Kelly aired a photo of the wrong Garcia while making his incorrect point. “We didn’t know anything for a good long time, like a day and a half went by, no information whatsoever, until they told us this guy did it, Mauricio Garcia,” Kelly said on his show. Next to Kelly was a mugshot of the innocent Garcia with a large graphic titled “‘White’ Supremacy?” underneath the image. Below that, a title for the segment read “Here We Go Again With ‘White Supremacy.’” [...]

‘I Told Them Not To Run It’

Backlash to the Kelly segment was swift. Publications including Forbes, Mediaite and The Daily Beast all wrote stories pointing out that Kelly had shown a photo of the wrong man. And The Associated Press released a fact-check about the wrong image, but did not mention Newsmax. Kelly had also — along with Knowles, the vice president of programming at Newsmax — questioned whether the shooting had been motivated by white supremacy. On May 9, authorities made clear the shooter had a history of racial hatred. “We do know that he had neo-Nazi ideation. He had patches. He had tattoos. Even his signature verified that,” Hank Sibley, North Texas regional director for the Texas Department of Public Safety, said at a press conference��a day after Kelly’s segment. As the reports came in, Newsmax CEO Christopher Ruddy forwarded executives an email that a Daily Beast reporter sent asking about the error. “[Newsmax Vice President] Elliot, let’s follow up on this right away he needs to if he did do the wrong photo,” Ruddy said of Kelly. “He needs to say that ... Their team needs to be very careful on this obviously ... I’ll speak to bill about some simple thing to get back once you confirm, they did make the wrong photo.”

HuffPost obtained emails from right-wing propaganda outlet Newsmax on how wrong they got their coverage on the white supremacist Allen mall shooter, with host Greg Kelly running a segment on his Greg Kelly Reports program criticizing reports about shooter’s affiliations with white supremacists (which were indeed confirmed).

Any reputable news outlet would have terminated Kelly at that point (or several before then).

#Newsmax #Greg Kelly #Greg Kelly Reports #Shootings #White Supremacy #Media Ethics #Mauricio Garcia #Today News Africa #Chris Knowles #Allen Premium Outlets Shooting #Christopher Ruddy

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kcyars99 · 3 months ago

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BITCH ASS MFS YALL GOT DAUGHTERS & had the nerve to be for an abuser.

take the daughter away now

LeBron is well….dumb. Chris Brown got more assault charges than he does brain cells. Diddy got more lawsuits than the number of letters in the alphabet. And Tory is locked away to serve the rest of his hairline receding time. It’s not looking good for any of them.

#❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#This whole case had me changing my opinions and views(at least for the moment)#celebrating the police and the system #being xenophobic towards Canadian people #posting stories with reader plus white celebrities with fluffy or smutty material #nearly being racist towards black men #saying that some of them nigcels deserved to be another hashtag #and backing the death penalty.#megan thee stallion #i’m not sad for her #i’m outraged #i’m just glad she’s in a better place now #those people can speak for themselves they know who they are #and they can go straight to hell #they will pay for their crimes #for sucking that abusers meat #Instagram #As always a loud and sincere fuck you to everyone who has doubted her and supported that Canadian cuntery who must not be named #She went through unnecessary trauma for two years #That’s unforgivable #Next level fuckery #That that type of ish that would lead to an episode of snapped or deadly women #once again #🖕🏿daystar Peterson #annnnn boom #just like that #may all who come against black women rot #Don’t fuck with black women #If you can’t love them then at least don’t harm them #can’t wait to see that sociopath locked up on August 7th.

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moistmailman · 7 months ago

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Saw someone asked what’s with celebrities doing horrible things this year about the Chris Brown lawsuit…..

This person has to be really young because Chris Brown is infamous for beating the shit out of Rihanna. He has been a piece of shit for years. That’s what’s he’s actually known for honestly. When I think of Chris Brown I think of a piece of shit abuser, not an artist.

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boricuacherry-blog · 11 months ago

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#chris brown #lawsuit #article #2023 #fist brown strikes again 👊

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thegreatimpersonator · 1 month ago

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my hot random and brutal takes:

demi lovato may have a large vocal range but she is dogshit at emoting her songs, which by the way, have not expanded on subject matters since 2015 atleast

lover remix ft shawn mendes is a crime to humanity

shawn mendes's entire musical persona (if you can call it one) is just therapy speak. he's just having these "deep" realizations that I had when I was 12

that vocal style of curling in your upper lip into your teeth (see: lewis capaldi, james arthur) is horrendous

I know you don't want to watch it and they're both not great people at all but its genuinely astonishing that ariana is getting more awards for wicked when cynthia erivo effortlessly eats her up in every scene

chappell asking for ai pictures is disappointing and maisie comparing the election to "the history of man" is tone deaf

charli tweeting "kamala is BRAT" should be classified as election interference

I'm just so so disappointed for womanhood in general. why is a chris brown concert in south Africa being attended by 92,000 people

I hope blake lively sues justin baldoni for all he's worth and once her lawsuit application is approved I pray she focuses on the sexual harassment part and not the smear campaign because I fear that will hurt her chances of winning

I'm so disappointed that Anne Hathaway is starring in yet another colleen hoover movie. its an injustice to her amazing filmography and if the first movie showed anything it is that all colleen hoover movie ideas MUST be shelved

The weeknd's music is getting repetitive and boring

Taylor should tell Jack to go vacation in the Bahamas and make TS12 with Imogen Heap

i think i agree with most of these, i dont think charli tweeting should be counted as election interference tho thats wild lol, had no idea about maisie doing the history of man thing either thats… not great. chris brown needs to die. colleen hoover needs to be stopped. i hate the weeknd in general. and yes you are correct about the last one.

#anonymous #answered

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creativecuteness · 1 year ago

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Total Slaughter Island (Rescue Rangers) Chapter 1: One Month Earlier

Alright the official chapter one, I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. Back stories and different POV's are always so much fun to write. I don't really have much to say other than thanks to all the people who are reading this story I hope you'll like the chapter and more insight on Dakota's relationship with Chris.

Dakota Natalie was a kindhearted, gentle, quiet, but compassionate young girl. Her long brown hair and trustworthy eyes made her more approachable than the busy, stressed-out, and, at times, cold and distant members of Fresh TV. Who were scrambling to make deadlines and get the live feed up and running for what is hoped to be the hottest new teenage reality show, Total Drama Island.

Ever since last year, Chris has been planning his show with crazy challenges, high stacks, and, of course, drama-filled rivalries. (And maybe a hint of romance if sparks flow.)

But the real kicker was the one million buckeroos (in Canadian currency, of course) that were offered to the contestant that lasted the longest. (In other words, the person who avoids elimination in a pool of twenty-one other teenagers.)

Dakota expected that money to not even last a week. No kid, no matter how responsible, should have that much money without a little supervision. If she won that prize, her father would store the money away for both a rainy day and college funds. (Not that she even planned to go to college.)

Even though she’s been working for Chris for about six months, she couldn’t say she truly enjoyed it. Sure, the job paid well, and she got to work alongside her dad; however, it was just too overwhelming; the constant hustle and bustle left her physical, social, and mental batteries drained.

It was just too much for her introverted personality; she couldn’t handle high-stress and high-pressure jobs. She desperately needed some quiet time to recharge and had been contemplating quitting for a while. However, it was a stable income most kids her age didn’t have, not to mention she’d have to find a new job to replace this one, and she had no idea what she even wanted to do for a living. So, until she got her life figured out, she'll hold her tongue and exhaustion and went back to work. If she could even call it that since things have been very slow today, it was meant to be the series premiere of Total Drama, and yet she hasn’t been called down for coffee requests, to take notes on viewer opinions, or to watch the live feed to make sure everything was in working order.

Heck, she hadn’t heard from Chris since yesterday, which wasn’t a call for concern in itself per se. Her relationship with her boss has soured a bit ever since he started working on this project. Cutting corners by finding the cheapest island money could buy and lying to everyone, stating the game show took place in a five-star resort. Heck, even the food Chef was cooking broke every health code imaginable.

To say the show was created by a mentally stable individual was the understatement of the century. The way the contents were treated seemed like Chris thought they were cartoon characters doomed to be thrust into slapstick gag after violent slapstick gag. And to Dakota, that mindset was a lawsuit waiting to happen, not that she was surprised.

She always had a sneaking suspicion that Chris was masking his true personality, and Dakota was pretty sure he didn’t notice these observations the young girl took note of. Whether Chris was consciously aware of these patterns of behavior did matter, as it just proved her point that Chris was not what he seemed. In fact, Dakota brought up the behavior to her friend Amy, who was studying to become a therapist, and she agreed that Chris may be a sociopath. Or was it Psychopath? Dakota could never remember the differences.

She glanced at the clock hanging overhead; it was almost midday, meaning the contestants should be participating in their first challenge already, but the cameras were still down. Where was Chris? Why did it seem the show had gone radio silent? And more importantly, what was going on?

She was tempted to call someone and ask if everything was alright when, speak of the devil, she heard panicked whispers and peeked out the door frame to see numerus cameramen, producers, interns, and Chris and Chef themselves. They were back eight weeks early. no campers in sight, and no prize money was distributed. (Or at least not to her knowledge.)

She strained to hear what they were discussing, praying they came back cause of camera failure, but what she was able to make out shook her to the core.

“That was a close one; I thought I was going to be next.” An intern breathed in relief but seemed pretty shaken.

“Yeah, forget that stupid island; I’d rather make it big in the city than stay on a floating death trap.” Another staff member chuckled uneasily; the air felt tense with fear, whatever happened seemed to give everyone a fright.

“What happened down there?” Dakota questioned, “And where’s the campers?” She continued listening, and what she heard next made her heart drop.

“Good job, everyone! phew, we just avoided certain disaster. Now, how about you wash up? I’ll make some calls and see if we can rangel a new setting some more teens and forget the whole murderer on the island thing ever happened.

Dakota’s eyes widened, murderer?! Was someone murdered while filming? She feared something like this would happen considering the challenges Chris laid out weren’t safety-inspected.

“Please don’t let it be a camper; please don’t let it be a camper.” She prayed, hoping it was just an intern and not one of the contestants. Speaking of which, where were they? The young girl hoped Chris wasn’t heartless enough to just leave without them, but of course, asking Chris to be selfless in a situation like that is wishful thinking.

"Uh, Chris, are you sure it was a good idea to leave the rest of the kids on the island? For all we know, the killer could still be there.” Chef spoke his concern,

“Nonsense, they should be fine." He brushed off with a giggle, “I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the campers had a secret bloodlust and took it out on poor Zeke. If the killer doesn’t kill them, starvation and a harsh winter will. Now, I don’t want a word of this getting out to the public if anyone asks; the show ran into technical difficulties and will no longer be filmed live. Understand?” He glared, to which everyone agreed, not wanting to lose their job.

“Good, now if we..." Dakota listened until Chris got out of earshot, unable to believe her ears. A murderer on Camp Wawanakwa? And someone named Zeke was killed?!

“Wait, who was Zeke again?” She thought, she never got the chance to meet the campers in person.

She was startled out of her thoughts when a fellow co-worker eating some chips spoke up, “What’s up, girl? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost."

Dakota looked at her friend, Emily Jones. She had dark brown hair, two strands tied into small pigtails, brown eyes, wore a pink striped shirt, black jeans, ankle-high boots, and a black jacket tied around her waist.

“Yeah, just surprised to see Chris back so soon.” She spoke, feeling uneasy about the whole thing: “I thought the show lasted eight weeks?”

“Oh, you didn’t get the memo?” Emily spoke up, sitting upright.

“What memo?”

“The show’s been canceled; apparently some kid named Ezekiel Miller kicked the bucket. I guess the real world was too much for a sheltered homeschooler.” She revealed it a bit too nonchalantly for her friend’s liking.

“Wait, what happened?!”

“Some surfer dude found his severed head under his bunk late last night, and his legs were found not long after. The network was so freaked out they pulled the show off the air before any damage could be done.”

“Did they see who killed him?”

“Nope, Homeschooler was last seen heading to the confessional when some maniac grabbed him by the scruff of his hoodie and dragged him deeper into the forest. When Zeke didn’t return, Chris sent someone to search for him and found his legs and a threatening message in the outhouse. Yeah, they ran off like a bunch of animals with their tails between their legs and hightailed it out of there.”

“Did they get that all on camera?”

“Most of it, thankfully, it wasn’t shown on air. They were more concerned with scenes that showed the whole group than one lowly, sexist teenager raised by misogynistic parents in the prairies. Oh, did I mention he’s been homeschooled his whole life?”

“Yeah, once or twice.” Dakota muttered, surprised by how Emily wasn’t bothered by this. “What about the other campers? Please tell me they’re safe."She hoped, but the next words her friend spoke shattered them immediately.

“Nope, those kids are dead meat. Chris and the crew bailed shortly after Zeke was found and left everyone else behind. Assuming the killer isn’t one of them, those campers are as good as dead.”

“No, they can’t be dead!” She yelled, feeling angry tears well up inside of her. “We can’t just sit back and let them die; we have to call the police, the coast guard, any..." Dakota abruptly stopped the last bit of Emily’s sentience, registering, “Wait, what do you mean assuming the killer isn’t one of them?”

“Exactly what I said.” She replied, “Isn’t it obvious? Someone must’ve gotten fed up with Ezekiel’s sexist remarks and confronted him about it. Being the socially oblivious person he is, he continued running his mouth, causing the blackened to become even more fed up until... She paused for dramatic effect, Dakota on the edge of her seat, as Emily explained her theory: “Wham! The murderer pulls out a weapon, and Homeschooler is no more. My money is on the delinquent; he’s been to juvie, ya know, and had a switchblade on him. I wouldn't put it past him to steal a meat cleaver from the kitchen.”

Emily returned to snacking, leaving her friend stunned silent. Was it possible? Could one of the campers be capable of doing this? To an innocent teenager who, yes, had backward views on society, but it wasn’t his fault, his parents filled his brain with misinformation.

“What are we going to do?” She asked quietly,

Emily turned to her friend and sighed sadly for once, showing empathy for the situation: "Nothing; the network doesn’t want to risk any more casualties, and getting authorities is out of the question. The island is undisclosed, and revealing that information will make us prime suspects, and according to the network and Chris, we can’t risk that. We spent a lot of money on this show’s success, and now that it’s canned, they don’t want to waste any more resources on some flimsy rescue mission. Their words not mine. Wait, where are you going?!”

Dakota got out of her seat, emotionally driven and demanding, answers, “I’m paying Chris a visit.” She spoke, straightening her denim jacket and pink dress. Fellow workers bid her good afternoon as she walked past, but they were ignored as she stormed down the halls until she reached a door with a large star-shaped dressing room sticker that read Chris McLean in black cursive letters. Dakota didn’t bother to knock as she barged in.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!" She exclaimed and automatically regretted not knocking. “Oh god! Ewgh! fluff!” She cursed, shielding her eyes, seeing Chris not only shirtless but fully orange.

“Oooo, someone used your tanning bed again?” She asked, the initial disgust fading away, seeing a bit of humor in the tanning incident. “Ha, that’s called Karma Bud." She thought smugly,

“Yep, and I have a pretty good idea who.” He said, “Also, I don’t remember giving you bragging privileges. What’s with the sudden outburst?"

Fully remembering why she came, Dakota put on her best defensive stance and confronted her boss. “Chris, I know what you did; you left twenty-one teenagers to die on a deserted island with no way out.”

"Whoa, whoa, slow down there. First of all, I didn’t abandon them; I just took a minor detour. Second of all, I didn’t leave anyone for dead. I have full intention on returning to rescue them.”

“Oh yeah, when?” She inquired, not convinced in the slightest,

Chris winced, knowing that lie wasn’t going to work. “Well, aren’t you just on a roll? Okay, yes, I’ll admit maybe I ran off when I saw that message and Ezekiel’s legs; maybe I should’ve warned the campers and got us all out of there. But I freaked out. Could you blame me?! The last thing I needed was my head on a platter, not to mention the time it’d take to get everyone out could’ve meant someone else’s life.”

"Yeah, well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few!” Dakota snapped, “Now those teens are really gonna die and...! Have you no soul?!”

Chris winced again, trying to console an angry and emotional girl. “If this is what raising kids is like, I’m gonna rethink my answer on adopting.”

"Look, I know this is hard for you to understand. But sometimes you need to make sacrifices. Sure, a few people may get a bit ticked off, but one day they’ll get over it.”

“Not if it’s one of their children dying! Those kids had families, Chris; they’re the same age as me, and they could be dead in a week's time! Career or no career, they will never forgive you for this; you’re a coward, Chris! You saw danger and ran the moment it peaked its ugly head. You just cost innocent lives their whole future!” She yelled, fully crying now.

“Dakota, you know the network doesn’t want us...

"No, save it! I don’t care what the network wants; I want them home safe and sound and the killer brought to justice. I don’t want to be mixed up in your mistakes, and if you won’t rescue them, so help me, I will!” She yelled, slamming the door, leaving Chris dumbfounded. “Well, she took that just about as well as I expected.” He chuckled to himself. He underestimated Dakota’s kind heart; she felt sympathy and empathy extremely well, way better than most people here. It allowed her to connect with people’s issues and, at times, helped them relate. And considering the situation, she understood how everyone must be feeling. Scared, alone, and probably sacred for life.

“Ugh, what have I gotten myself into?” He groaned, knowing Dakota was going to be fighting tooth and nail to get those kids home. However, the network’s mind was set; they've convinced themselves that one of the campers killed Ezekiel, and while Chris would rather believe it himself, to believe the campers have a better chance at survival. Deep down, he knew he did a horrible, criminal, and overall unforgivable thing. And yet he did nothing to change it as Dakota desperately tried to get someone to rescue the remaining twenty-one campers. God, he didn’t want to think about how those numbers could be dwindling by the day.

It wasn’t long before word got out, and missing person reports were filed. In hindsight, they should have seen this coming. Word spread pretty quickly in this day and age. All it took was one loose-lipped employee, and the rest was history; the public outcry was overwhelmingly negative. People rallying together, demanding answers, and pressuring the network to fire Chris and save the teens, or at least reveal the information needed so authorities can handle it.

Sadly, the studio stayed tight-lipped, deciding not to get involved, much to everyone’s dismay.

Dakota walked into the office with a heavy heart. It has been one month since Ezekiel’s murder, and calls from distressed parents have become daily. Dakota lost count of how many times a parent or relative would call, asking for updates or a tiny sliver of information on the filming location. Unfortunately, not even Dakota or any employee knew the location of Camp Wawanakwa; only Chris, Chef, and a few higher-ups knew where the island was and didn’t want that information to get out of fear of being prime suspects.

“Ugh, they’re just a bunch of cowards—the whole lot of them.” Dakota thought bitterly, head down, and letting her muscle memory drag her to her office. “I can’t believe any of them; children are dying on a deserted island, and they don’t even have the decency to give the public peace of mind.”

The crestfallen girl moped into the room as Emily was reassuring another parent.

“Mrs. Anderson You have every right to be concerned for your son. No, worrying doesn't make you a bad mother; it’s completely normal in situations like these. Just know that we are doing everything we can to ensure he and everyone else comes back safely.” She reassured, “Yes, Mrs. Anderson? Yes, hello, yes, it appears you are going through a tunnel; I’m gonna have to let you go. Okay bye.” She sighed as she hung up.

“Who was that?”

Cody’s mother: She called me on her way to work, and it's the third time this week too.” Emily answered, resting her head in her arms, “We can’t keep living like this; we need to do something now before we get sued!”

“Oh, so now you're taking this seriously?"

The other glared, "Oh, don’t give me that look. You know I brush things off and use sarcasm to deal with stressful things; it’s my way of coping. Believe me when I say I am on your side."

The other didn’t speak; she just glared at her friend as an employee peeked inside. “Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but there’s a meeting starting. I wouldn’t skip this if I were you.” She spoke simply and left.

The two looked at each other and silently agreed, rushing to the meeting room praying for good news. Walking inside, it was deadly quiet; tensions were high as whispers were exchanged and concerns were expressed. Dakota locked eyes with Chris, who for once seemed remorseful. She quickly looked away, setting her gaze on the head C.E.O., who sighed deeply.

“It appears our decision to stay silent was a mistake.” He started, which many agreed with: “It has come to my attention that many parents have called out of both worry and dead set on finding their kids themselves through private investigators; some have even threatened legal action, which is something becoming increasingly harder to ignore. I have called you all here today because we need ideas. We are slowly running out of time, and staying silent is just making things worse. I believe it is time that we

“I know who the killer is!” Chef screamed bargaining into the room, much to everyone’s surprise and shock.

Honestly, I made Emily way too nonchalant about the whole killer on the island thing, but this is how she copes deep inside she's probably freaking out like everyone else, and I know Danganronpa came out in 2010 but Island of the Slaughter has some Danganronpa vibes, so I had to throw in the blackened reference. Also seems like Chef may have an idea who the killer of Wawanakwa is. But the question is does he? Find out next week when I post the last written chapter that I have backlogged. See ya on the flip side ;)

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always looking to be closer friends so here’s my question for you.

pick one of your favorite oc’s and just feel to ramble about them. about your favorite things about them, their storylines you love . their relationships and hobbies. just everything you wanna talk about <3

AHHHHH, THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THIS, CJ!!! Cannot even tell you how much this means to me. I think, for the purposes of keeping to fandoms we both share (and because I hardly ever get asked about him), I’m gonna tell you about my 911 baby Bowie!!

Favorite things about him:

First and foremost, he is legitimately such a sweetheart! He cares so so deeply about pretty much everyone, he’s so consistently nice, and he will do absolutely anything for the people he loves. And he’s also really smart, not just nerdy the way most people assume he is at first; he may not be super perceptive, since he can’t read a social cue to save his life, but he knows a lot of stuff about a lot of things and he won’t hesitate to use his knowledge if it will be useful. And he’s also such a good boyfriend to Buck and Eddie, and a great stepdad to Chris; with Buck only being his second serious relationship, he has a lot of learning to do about being a good partner and coexisting with another person that way, and it’s not as if he has a lot of prior experience with kids, but he always makes the effort and he becomes a really good partner and stepparent.

Storylines I love:

Oh, jeez, where do you want me to start? For starters, I really love the storyline of his first relationship before he and Buck start dating, a really sweet guy named Jack who he dates from the end of season one towards the middle of season two, because it’s just a really sweet time of Bowie being happy and feeling good about himself before some of the angst of his and Buck’s, and later his and Buck’s and Eddie’s, relationship starts. Other favorites include his and Buck’s hookup era before they officially get together, the angst of their relationship during the lawsuit arc because that also technically takes place during their hookup era, his recovery arc after his leg gets broken in the firetruck explosion that causes Buck to need blood thinners (and then going to help with aid during the tsunami despite the fact that he wasn’t fully healed because he’s kind of an idiot), and the whole chaos of him and Buck almost simultaneously realizing their feelings for Eddie while they’ve already been dating each other for a few years now and just try to ignore the feelings and not talk about it until they explode at the exact same time and tell each other. Also the whole thing where he gets shot in the head and almost dies and tries to hide his PTSD from it after he’s physically recovered, because if there is one thing a 911 character will do it is suppress their trauma.

My favorite relationships of his:

Obviously I adore his relationships with both Buck and Eddie; they’re sweet in two mostly different ways, but they are both absolutely sweet and loving and adorable. His relationship with Chris is also amazingly cute - a little bit awkward at first, because Bowie’s just a little awkward around kids, but he eventually becomes a really great and supportive stepdad who, along with Buck, Chris loves to ask a million questions to and let him infodump. His relationship with Bobby is also just amazing; Bowie had only been at the 118 for a month or two before Bobby took over as captain, and he was the first person in the firehouse Bowie felt really comfortable infodumping to and showing his more obvious autistic traits to, and they wound up developing a nice father-son relationship based on mutual respect and a love of Dan Brown’s books. His dynamic with Athena is also actually kind of funny; Bowie is deeply intimidated by her at first, but it passes eventually and she definitely becomes his work mom the way Bobby is his work dad.

His hobbies:

Reading is definitely a big one for him! He’s been obsessed with sci-fi, fantasy, and mystery novels since he was a kid, and typically if there’s a lull in activity in the firehouse or if he’s man behind, you can find him with his nose in a book if he’s not engaged in a conversation. He also really loves watching movies, especially older ones - the original Star Wars trilogy, The Princess Bride, and Singin’ in the Rain are some of his favorites. He can also play guitar and sing, which I wouldn’t exactly call a hobby because he doesn’t do it a whole ton, but sometimes when he’s home alone he’ll pull out his guitar, strum a random song, and sing along quietly to it. (There’s also a certain scene I have in mind of him singing that’s actually really important to his story and that I will write one day, I swear.)

Again, thank you so much for asking these questions!! You’re amazing, hope you’re doing well. <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: bowie forrester

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