#Dear Nash

[b0bbynash]

[punksalmon]

colored one of the frames from that comic for practice and ended up liking it enough to post it. oh bobby we're really in it now..................

[clarissaweasley-10]

Grayson Hawthorne, wearing a loosely tucked white shirt, collar and first button opened, hair slightly messy/tousled, with his glasses on, reading something....

[starrynightsxo]

his "charming smile" is illegal to imagine (it's not and I can't stop)

[mustasekittens]

cookies and conversations🩷💜💙

just a little comic of buck coming out to some people because we were told there weren't gonna be more 1 on 1 coming out scenes after maddie and eddie

[poughkeepsies]

when you're gone, i come undone

Buck’s never been religious, and he sure as hell wasn’t raised with the brand of catholicism that seems to plague Bobby and Eddie’s every step, but he thinks he can understand why Bobby likes his rosary beads so much. At the very least it would give him something to do with his hands while he sits vigil at Bobby’s side, way past the time visitors who aren’t on a first-name basis with half of the hospital staff would be allowed. 

The others had left hours ago, some with kids who needed taking care of and others anticipating early shifts the next day, promising to take over from him as soon as visiting hours started. There was no shortage of people who wanted to be the one to keep watch over Bobby, but the night shift would’ve usually fallen to Athena, if she wasn’t recovering in her own room and allowed more than a couple minutes out of bed at a time to come see him. 

There was a quiet devastation clinging to her that Buck had never seen before. Maybe because before there would’ve been the safe walls of her home and the arms of her husband to cover her when she lost her unflappable mask. 

That, more than anything, makes him feel utterly helpless. As much as he had been thinking of Bobby as more of a dad to him than his own father for close to a decade, Athena was never his mom. 

After the rough patch at the start of their relationship, they’d understood each other in the way only two people who love someone as much as they both loved Bobby could. You hold half of his heart, so you’ll hold your fair share of mine, as well. Maybe that was why he’d taken one look at the longing in Athena’s eyes and promised to stay the night with Bobby. No matter his own desire to never let Bobby out of his sight again, he also wanted to protect the pieces of Bobby that were with Athena, as well. 

The only problem is that Buck has never been able to stay still for too long. He fidgets, and he bustles, and he fills silences. At the minimum, it usually earns him a dead-pan look that’s suspiciously drenched in fondness, or his name uttered in gentle scolding twinged with amusement. 

He half-expects the latter to fall from the corner of Bobby’s mouth with a single eyelid cracked open to give its best effort at the former, the way it usually happens when they’re in the bunkroom and everyone else is ready to sleep like the dead while Buck is wide-awake and wired like an electric fence. 

The image stands in such contrast to the blank slate of Bobby’s unconscious face that it does nothing to soothe his nervous fidgeting. He’s leaning so far forward, trying to summon any sort of conscious intention behind the mechanical rise and fall of Bobby’s chest and every reflexive twitch of his face, that he accidentally shifts the chair, so the bottom slides against the floor and breaks the momentary silence that only exists between the regular beeping and intercom noises that come muffled through the hospital room doors. 

Come on, Bobby. Tell me to shut up and go to bed. Tell me it’s late, and I can either close my eyes and actually try to sleep or go make some of that lavender tea we keep for this exact reason. You know you want to. Stilling so as to not miss any minute signs of Bobby’s stirring, Buck’s breath catches tight in his lungs like it used to when the fridge door would be too loud as he tried to sneak past his dad’s sleeping form in the living room armchair when he was a kid. Unlike back then, the disappointment when Bobby fails to stir is a living thing that threatens to swallow him whole. He rides the wave of devastation by opening his mouth and intentionally filling the silence, instead.

“I’m gonna say something, but you can’t get mad at me,” he says. Bobby is silent, but that’s not much different from how he’d usually react to such an opening from Buck, so he takes that as his go-head anyway. “I think this may be all my fault.”

It’s probably just his own nerves, but the air in the room settles around the words with so much  tension that it only serves to spur him on. “Not the- not the fire, obviously. I mean, I had no idea you’d even met the guy Athena thinks is responsible for it, but that’s kind of what I mean, you know? I had no idea.” 

His breath is shaky as he exhales, a tremble running up his shoulders. 

“I don’t- I don’t think I ever told you, what I saw when I was in the coma. Maybe you already guessed. Some days it’s like you seem to know what’s going on in my brain better than even I do, but it was just. It was a different world, Bobby. Daniel was still alive, so I guess I never had a reason to come to L.A. and join the academy and everything was just…wrong. Maddie was still with Doug, and Eddie never got to meet Carla so he couldn’t figure everything out fast enough to keep Chris, and Chimney…well, Chim was still Chimney but he told me that you were dead, Bobby. He told me you’d been dead for years and it was like I couldn’t breathe.” 

He kind of feels like that now, actually. His face feels hot and his eyelashes are heavy like when he’s about to cry but his eyes are dry. For the first time in years, he’s in agreement with his body’s reaction to something. If he were to start crying now, he wouldn’t ever be able to stop, and that feels too much like giving up to be acceptable. 

Deep breath, he thinks, in through his nose and pushed out from his mouth. His lips are dry. He keeps going. 

“I used to think that’s why I died, you know. Like I was supposed to learn something and that’s the only way the universe could think to get it through my thick skull, I guess.” 

“But I think I got it wrong,” he whispers, and it echoes as loud as the beeping from the heart monitor. 

“I thought it meant that I matter, you know. Like, ‘they need you as much as you need them! Don’t leave them alone!’ But I was so stupid.” So much for not crying. His day-old stubble is damp with tears. He’s been wearing these clothes for more than 24 hours at this point and he’s starting to feel overstimulated in the way he sometimes does when they’re on a busy shift and don’t have time to freshen up. It occurs to him that Bobby usually notices, like he notices most things that have the potential to bother any of them. This would be the time when he tells Buck to go ahead and take a quick shower while he reheats the food. And Buck would come back good as new, a weight lifted off his shoulders before he could even recognize it because someone cared enough about him to know him better than he did himself. 

“I’ve been so caught up in my own stuff since I came back and, God, I’ve just been so happy these past couple of months it feels like I’ve been walking around with blinders on. I didn’t even notice this thing going on with Eddie until it was too late and now he might lose Christopher. You came to talk to me after our last shift and I should’ve -  I should’ve - noticed something was wrong but all I could think about was if I had everything to go stay with Tommy. a-and then something happened with Eddie, and I honestly don’t think I spared you a single other thought that night, Bobby. I was using your recipe to make dinner for my date while your house was burning down.” 

He’s tripping over his words, like if he says them fast enough he can reach Bobby and earn his forgiveness first, before the disappointment settles in and bars the gates. 

“I should’ve remembered, Bobby. The dream showed me a world where I wasn’t there and you died, and I left it. I came back because I couldn’t live in that world. I refuse to.” Saying the words settles something in him, and he wipes the wetness from his eyes away with the flat of his palm before crossing his arms and sitting up in the chair, body once again posed like a shield between the outside world and the figure lying in the bed. 

“Look, maybe-maybe I already missed the chance the universe gave me. But you know better than anyone that I’m way better at third chances anyway.” He tries for a smile, and if he squints really hard he can almost see the muscles under Bobby’s eyes tensing the way they do when he’s about to smile, too. 

“You’ve never given up on me before, Bobby. Don’t start now.” 

The monitor’s beeping remains the only other sound in the room, but that’s okay. He’s learning to be patient. Bobby knows that, too. 

[stagefoureddiediaz]

So Bobby wakes up at the end of the episode and has amnesia - doesn’t know who he is at all or who any of the firefam are and season 8 is then about him rediscovering who he is finding his way back to the 118 and being able to move on from his past and properly wipe the slate clean

[its-been-rose]

I think it would’ve been hilarious and also in character as fuck if, in his attempt to stall Marie for Leslie, Forrest just started flirting with her like Timone flirting with Shenzi in the Lion King 1 1/2

He’d be like “listen Bean- can I call you bean?- I know you want to get your story out there, and I want to help you, but I just can’t help but feel… I think we really connected tonight. Y’Know… When you were pretending to be Dawn. I thought… I don’t know… I thought we had something. A spark of some kind. Didn’t you feel it, too?”

She’s either be like “exCUSE ME?!” Or just start laughing uncontrollably like “do you think I’m that stupid????”

And obviously chickennugget is watching him thinking “I know this corny motherfucker is not flirting with my mom”

[nobodysdaydreams]

Additional context on select answers: *My unhinged theory about Blessie + the accompanying fic

**I get that Pryce gave Hera her voice to control her. My question is, why she didn’t do that for Eris, Enlil, and Rhea too? My personal theory is that it’s because Hera was a more updated/advanced AI and they gave her more of a defiant/tough/independent personality on purpose to make her more resilient, but they also wanted her to be controllable. But that’s just my head canon.

***Bob said they intend to observe humanity for 14,000 years by sending in the human copies. Lovelace is a human copy and she made it back to Earth. Unless the aliens send more copies, given how difficult it is to kill Lovelace, it wouldn’t be unreasonable to assume the dear listeners gave her a lifespan of 14,000 years.

[hippolotamus]

Seven Sentence Sunday 🫶

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I’ve been in a writing slump, but challenged myself to come up with at least 7 sentences for today. I’m quite proud of myself! A fresh snippet of you’re where I wanna go (follows this snippet)

“Do you think he’s going to be okay?”

“Let’s hope so.”

“Somebody’s got to be missing him.”

Buck drifts in and out of consciousness, noting the unfamiliar voices — just two he thinks — around him. His body is heavy with exhaustion, too much to be able to open his eyes or make any sound of acknowledgment. He’s also vaguely aware of the throbbing pain at his left eye and a dull, though no less intense, ache in his stomach.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, get a few more hours. I’ll keep watch in case he wakes up.”

The intent doesn’t sound malicious or make Buck think he’s in any danger. But he’s certainly made that mistake before.

“Bobby, are you sure? I don’t mind staying here with you. You know what? Never mind, I’ll make some tea.” A pause. “Not sure I could sleep anymore anyway.”

There’s a soft, familiar noise, like a gentle affection infused kiss, followed by retreating footsteps. If he wasn’t already in so much pain — disoriented from whiskey, numbing cold, and heartbreak — that tender gesture might be the thing that sends him over the edge. A show of love and devotion that he’d had. A comfort that was stolen from him time and time again. Although, sometimes it was never his to begin with.

A swelling pang in his chest tries to take over, but he’s too broken and weary. It’s quickly squashed under a fresh wave of fatigue he readily succumbs to.

It’s late so no pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @pirrusstuff @monsterrae1 @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @wildlife4life @chaosandwolves @heartshapedvows @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @ladydorian05 @apothecarose @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @vanillahigh00 @lizzie-bennetdarcy @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @watchyourbuck @gayedmundodiaz and anybody else who wants to 🥰

[thebuckandeddiething]

Oh I knew Amir was to good of a person after that scene with Maddie

[b0bbynash]

every bathena kiss -[ 11/?]

[balthazar-sketti]

The Hollies "Dear Eloise", 1967

[clarissaweasley-10]

ISTG IF EMILY TURNS OUT TO BE ALIVE/MAKES HER RE-APPEARANCE WHEN GRAY AND LYRA WERE FINALLY STARTING TO BOND OR SMTH THEN I'LL SERIOUSLY JUMP OFF THE CLIFF

[oftheriverseine]

Jayfeather Doodle Page!! I do a lot of these for characters but I’m particularly proud of this one :D highlighted are some songs I listened to while making these, near the drawings they inspired.

[riddles-n-games]

Dear Reader feels like a letter of warnings written by Tobias Hawthorne, in some ways meant for Avery and in others, for his grandsons. It’s one of the songs I feel is best to match the overall theme of the series.