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#buddie#9-1-1 abc#911#911abc#buckxeddie#bisexuals#this is my first try at drawing#please dont hate me#eddie diaz#evan buck buckley#evan buckley#they are my daily inspiration#lgbt+#im proud to be bisexual#in part because of buck#eddie is a little behind#he'll get there#eventually#edmundo diaz#eddie#buck#911 on abc#fanart#buddie fanart#buddie fan art
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In the past, people in the Animal Crossing community would make fun of Tom Nook as a sleazy landlord. Since then, he's really rehabilitated his image as this 'heart of gold' businessman (he's the one who puts bells and furniture in trees for you to find! he adopted orphans! he donates to charity!), but New Horizons genuinely paints the most devious version of him.
He's successfully privatized settler colonialism: you pay HIM to move to a "deserted island" (which apparently the oceans in the AC world are just full of) and start a colony that he is directly invested in. At best he's running a weird vacation package scam (you arrive on the island with no money and in debt for "using his services"). At worst, he's using you to set up company towns. For god's sake, he literally has his own fake currency that he forces you to use to pay off your debt. But don't worry, he's repackaged it in a way that definitely doesn't sound like an MLM scam: the Nook Mileage Program!
You're no longer just his tenant or his temporary part-timer, you're his business lackey. The entire tutorial section of the game has you spending actual weeks running around completing tasks and doing hard labor to set up his colony. You're even tasked with preparing his properties and finding buyers for them. No, you aren't a tenant anymore. You work for the landlord. You are directly responsible for finding tenants for him. And he doesn't even fucking pay you. Not for setting up town hall and museum, or his nephew's shop ââ which is the ONLY store on the entire island that sells necessities ââ or bringing KK Slider to town, or helping populate his town. Not a single cent. No, actually, you have to pay HIM to BUY infrastructure like bridges and stairs and park benches. And all the while, he's telling you're the "resident representative"; you get to call the shots! That the reward is the community's progress. That what you're doing is in everyone's best interest (but most importantly, his).
Since NH's release, people have done a lot of legwork to say that Tom Nook isn't a capitalist while the game shows him at his very worst. He owns the only general store in town. You're forced to use a phone that he modified and branded as his own. Buy Nook-branded furniture and merchandise at the self-serve kiosk in the town hall, a governmental building! There's no conflict of interest here!
But hey, if you're tired of being the landlord/business mogul's goon, you can also find work as a deluxe resort home designer for a company that also pays you in their special company currency that can only be used to buy their products instead of a real salary! Because that's what the Animal Crossing franchise needs! More vacation homes!!!
#this is a really long winded way to say i really really really really hate new horizon's storyline and player role#i really hate that not only your house but the entire TOWN. the whole COMMUNITY you're a part of is owed to tom nook's business#i really hate the âvacation getaway packageâ angle because it shows just how commercialized the entire premise of nh is#and how lost the game is in its original core concept#animal crossing is about the experience of moving to a new town and becoming a part of that community#just to compare: all past ac games have a similar opening#you're on a bus or train or taxi to someplace new. a stranger strikes up a conversation and you get to know them before arriving#new horizons opens with you at customer service desk filling out an client application before a flight.#in prev games working for nook in the tutorial is meant to be demeaning. you want it to be over with so you can actually start living life#but in new horizons working for tom nook IS your life. and it's so rewarding! don't you feel rewarded?#you aren't a person. you aren't a new neighbor. you're tom nook's client. and then his unpaid employee. and the game insists it's fun to be#that's how void the game is#because it's bad enough that a rpg life sim got turned into a sandbox game where you have to build the town yourself#but the only reason why you're building it is because the landlord who you're in debt to TOLD you to build it.#everything is a rewards program! everything is a tour service! be sure to do your daily tasks to earn nook bucks to spend on nook merch!#that really sucks imo.#i mean. the entire game is based around the vacationing industry. of course it all feels fake and temporary. it's only a vacation.#long post#rant#not art#god the fact that your starter villagers can't even decide where to live you have to decide for them#i've never played a game that does the opposite of handholding#where instead it's the PLAYER who has to handhold the npcs through everything. and newsflash!! it's really exhausting and boring
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2.12 Chimney Begins - 2.09 Hen Begins - 2.16 Bobby Begins Again - 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
Tommy's family arc
#911#911edit#911 abc#911 show#911 spoilers#911 season 7#tommy kinard#evan buckley#evan 'buck' buckley#kinley#bucktommy#kinkley#tevan#pick a ship name you guys and thanks for picking tevan the most correct name#anyway analysis time!#looking back with Modern Knowledge tm about why tommy acts the way he does in the past... babygirl you were so closeted I'm so proud#babygirl was back there getting into narnia#he was so resistant to letting go of the pseudo-family he'd found at the 118 in chimney begins#even tho it was a good old boys club that he knew he really didn't fit into he was making himself fit because at least it was something#but then he let chimney in and then hen came around and he saw a very queer person being openly queer and not giving a fuck what they think#and I think his behavior in that episode was trying to support hen as much as he could without outing himself#because like. how do you give up years of relative safety with people who do care about you they just won't like you anymore if you're *you#then he meets buck in s7 which is like 10-20 years later timeline is fake and he's like oh. this is what unconditional family is#and he's like oh. maybe I can come back. maybe I can be part of this again somehow. maybe we've both grown enough#or at the very least he'll be close to something he never believed would really happen for him#rant over tevan my beloved tim minear pillow cold both sides god bless#my edits
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here my last try to make amends 𼺠Part1, Part2, and ao3
The knock on Buckâs door came late, just as he was gearing up for his shift. He still had about an hour before he had to leave, but the last thing he expected was a visitor at this time of night. He frowned, tossing his phone onto the couch and padding barefoot to the door.
When he opened it, Tommy stood there.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. Tommyâs eyes were tired but clear, his posture almost tentative, like he was waiting for permission to speak.
âHi,â Tommy said softly, his hands buried in his hoodie pockets.
Buck crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. âI wasnât expecting you.â
Tommyâs lips twitched, a faint attempt at humor slipping through his guarded expression. âWell, if it helps, I thought about not showing up. For a while, actually. But then I remembered how charming I am.â
Buck raised an eyebrow, his expression flat. âYeah, thatâs definitely the word Iâd use for you right now.â
Tommy tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. âDashing? Irresistible?â
âAnnoying,â Buck snapped, his voice clipped.
Tommyâs faint smirk dropped, replaced by something softer. âYeah. That one, too.â
Buck stared at him for a long moment, his jaw tightening as his eyes flicked over Tommyâs face. Finally, he exhaled sharply and stepped back. âForget it. Come in before my neighbors start wondering why Iâm glaring at you.â
Tommy stepped inside, his movements careful, like he wasnât sure he was welcome. He stood near the stairs, glancing around the loft like it might give him clues about how to start.
âSo?â Buck prompted, crossing his arms again. âYouâve had days, Tommy. Why now? Why not a call, or a text? No, you just show up and... what? Wing it?â
Tommy hesitated, then smirked faintly, though it didnât reach his eyes. âI figured if I winged it, youâd yell at me less.â
Buckâs glare hardened, and Tommy flinched under it.
âEvanââ
âDonât,â Buck cut him off sharply. âDonât say my name like that. Like you didnât rip me apart and walk away like it was nothing.â
Tommy sighed, running a hand through his hair. âI didnât know what to say, okay?â
Buckâs laugh was bitter. âThatâs a first. You had plenty to say when you were walking out the door.â
Tommy winced, his gaze dropping to the floor. âThatâs fair.â
âNo,â Buck shot back, his voice sharp. âItâs not fair. Nothing about what you did was fair, Tommy.â He paused, his voice quieter but no less cutting. âYou donât get to stand here and act like youâre the victim of your own choices.â
Tommy opened his mouth, then closed it again, visibly gathering himself. Finally, he looked Buck in the eyes and spoke. âYou deserve the truth, Evan.â
âYeah, I do,â Buck said, his arms tightening over his chest. âSo why donât you start there?â
Tommy hesitated, his jaw tightening as though the words were physically painful to say. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes flicking away for a moment before nodding slightly, like he was convincing himself to go on. âUh...â He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. âEveryone Iâve ever loved has left me.â
He stopped, the words hanging in the air before he forced himself to continue, his voice quieter now. âFor one reason or anotherâmy fault, their fault, circumstances...â His voice dropped almost to a whisper, âdeathâit doesnât matter. It always ends the same. Iâve watched people I cared about walk away, and every time, it felt like they took a piece of me with them. Until there was almost nothing left.â
Buckâs chest tightened, but he didnât interrupt.
Tommyâs voice cracked, but he pushed on. âAnd then you came along. And youâyou were this... this light. You made me feel like maybe I could have something good again. Something worth holding onto. But the thing is... I didnât trust it. I didnât trust myself not to ruin it.â He stopped, the words catching in his throat as his gaze flicked to Buck, then away again. After a beat, he added, softer this time, âAnd I didnât trust you... not to leave.â
Buckâs eyebrows shot up, disbelief flashing across his face. âSo you decided to leave first?â His tone was flat, but the hurt in it was unmistakable.
Tommy nodded, shame flickering in his eyes. âIt wasnât about you, Evan. It was about me trying to protect myself from the kind of pain I wasnât sure Iâd survive again.â
âAnd you thought that would hurt less?â Buck asked, his voice breaking on the question.
Tommyâs jaw tightened, and then his voice rose a, a rare flash of frustration breaking through. âYou know you didnât come after me that day, Evan!â The words were sharp, cutting the air between them like a knife. âWhat does that tell me? That Iâm right?â
Buck flinched, his face breaking in a way that made Tommyâs stomach drop. The anger drained out of him instantly, replaced by regret.
âGod, Evan,â Tommy said, softer now, running a hand over his face. âI didnât meanââ He stopped, exhaling shakily. âI didnât mean to say it like that.â
âNo,â Buck said, his voice low but trembling. âBut you did.â
Tommy let out a hollow laugh, shaking his head. âYou told me that day that you wanted me to move in with you.â His laugh turned bitter, self-deprecating. âGod, Evan, you really didnât think about me at all when you asked me that, did you?â
Buckâs expression faltered, his eyes narrowing slightly. âWhat do you mean?â
âEvan, Iââ Tommy gestured around the loft, his voice softening as he tried to explain. âI own a house. One I worked hard on. This,â he said, gesturing again toward the space around them, âthis is pretty. Itâs lovely. I love your loft, Evan. But this isnât a place for two grown men to live in, is it?â
Buck blinked, his posture stiffening. âYou couldâve said something.â
âI didnât know how to,â Tommy admitted, his tone weary. âI didnât want to hurt you, and I knew that saying no... it wouldâve felt like rejection. But Evan, that day? I panicked. I thought, if I said no, maybe youâd see it as me not wanting to be with you. And if I said yes...â His voice broke slightly. âI didnât know what to do. So I ran.â
Buckâs shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of Tommyâs confession settling heavily between them. âYou shouldâve told me,â Buck said softly, his voice thick with emotion. âYou shouldâve let me in. I wouldâve stayed, Tommy. I wouldâve fought for us.â
For a moment, Tommyâs eyes flickered with something Buck couldnât nameârelief? Regret? It only stoked the fire in Buckâs chest, the ache shifting into something sharper, hotter.
âYou didnât trust me, Tommy,â Buck said, his voice rising now, shaking with the effort to keep his emotions in check. âYou didnât trust us.â His hands clenched at his sides as the words spilled out, jagged and unrelenting. âYou justââ He jabbed his finger toward Tommy, his voice breaking with anger. âYou just ran, because thatâs what you do. Youâre a damn cowardââ
Tommy flinched at the word, his breath hitching audibly. Without a word, he turned away sharply, his face angling toward the wall. His shoulders tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the armchair like he was bracing himself for a blow that wouldnât come.
âWhat, canât even look at me now?â Buck snapped, his anger spilling over. âYou were so eager to leave, Tommy. So eager to run again. Go ahead, just runââ
Buck stopped mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as something caught his attention. Tommyâs hand jerked upward, brushing quickly at his face, but not fast enough.
âTommy, whaââ Buckâs tone shifted, his anger faltering as concern flickered in his voice. He took a hesitant step forward. âAre youâ?â
Tommy turned back before Buck could finish, his face streaked with tears heâd been tryingâand failingâto hide. His jaw was tight, his lips trembling as he sucked in a shaky breath, but the tears kept coming, betraying him. His eyes burned, glassy and raw as they locked onto Buckâs, and there was a flash of something in them that made Buck falter completely.
âDonât,â Tommy said, his voice trembling but sharp enough to stop Buck in his tracks. His hand trembled as he wiped at his face, but the tears wouldnât stop. His chest heaved as he fought to speak, to keep it together, but the fight was already lost.
And then, suddenly, he snapped. âYou think I wanted to run?â he choked out, his voice breaking. âYou think I donât hate myself every second for leaving you? For breaking this? Do you have any idea what itâs likeââ He gestured vaguely, angrily, his voice climbing with every word. ââto feel like youâre going to lose everything, again and again? Do you have any idea how it feels to be so fucking scared of losing someone that you rip your own heart out before they can do it for you?â
His words poured out in a flood, raw and unfiltered, as the tears kept falling. âI left because I thought it would hurt less if I was the one to walk away. But guess what? It doesnât! It hurts like hell, Evan. Every goddamn day, it hurts.â
Tommy���s hands shook as he scrubbed at his face, but it was useless. The tears kept coming, streaking his cheeks, his voice trembling under the weight of everything heâd been holding in. âYou think I ran because Iâm a coward? Fine. Call me a coward. Call me whatever you want. But donât stand there and think I didnât care. Donât you fucking dare.â
Buck stared at him, his chest tightening as the anger drained from his face, replaced by something softer. Something unsure. He wanted to say somethingâanythingâbut his throat felt too tight, the words sticking like stones.
Tommy let out a bitter laugh, his voice trembling. âYou think I donât hear your voice in my head every day? You think I donât regret every second of it? I hate what I did. I hate that I hurt you. But I didnât know how to stay, Evan. I didnât know how to let myself have something good without being terrified it was going to get ripped away.â
He gestured toward himself, his movements jerky, unsteady. âThisâthis is me, okay? This mess. This broken, pathetic, scared piece of shit who doesnât know how to hold on to anything good because everything good always leaves. And I thought maybe if I left first... maybe it would hurt a little less. Maybe I could keep some piece of myself this time.â
The room was thick with silence, heavy with the weight of Tommyâs words. He shook his head, his breathing still uneven as he looked away again, his hand dragging roughly across his face.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered, his voice cracking. âI know itâs not enough. I know itâll never be enough. But I am so goddamn sorry.â
Buck finally stepped forward, his movements slow, tentative. His hand hovered near Tommyâs arm before he pulled it back, his voice soft but steady. âTommy... I didnât know.â
Tommy let out a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut. âI didnât want you to know. I didnât want you to see me like this.â
âWell, I see you now,â Buck said quietly. âAnd I stillââ His voice wavered, but he swallowed hard and pushed on. âIâm still here, Tommy. You didnât lose me... Not completely.â
Tommy looked at him then, his eyes glassy but searching, like he was trying to find the truth in Buckâs words. His lips trembled, his jaw tightening as he nodded once, the tears still clinging stubbornly to his lashes.
Buckâs chest ached at the sight of him, so raw and open, and he let out a soft, shaky breath. âIâm not saying itâs okay,â he said, his voice firm but gentle. âIâm not saying I can just forget about what you did. But I get it now. At least... I think I do.â
Tommyâs breath hitched, his hands still trembling. âI donât deserve this,â he said quietly, his voice barely audible.
Buckâs gaze softened, though his tone remained steady. âThatâs not for you to decide Tommy,â he said firmly. âWe both made mistakes. But if weâre going to do this, it has to be together.â
Tommyâs breath hitched. âI know that now. And Iâm here because... because I want to fight for us, too. If youâll let me.â
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their words filling the room. Then Buck shook his head slightly, his voice softer but no less firm.
âYou donât get to do this to me again,â Buck said, his tone laced with exhaustion. âIf weâre going to do this, itâs all or nothing. No running. No excuses.â
Tommy nodded, his jaw tight as tears threatened to spill again. âIâm not running, Evan. Not this time.â
Buck let out a shaky breath, his eyes scanning Tommyâs face. The raw vulnerability there made his chest ache, but the weight of the moment pressed down on him, leaving him unsure of what to say next.
He huffed a soft, almost nervous laugh. âYou know, I should probably be throwing something at you right now⌠A pillow, maybe.â
Tommy blinked, a faint crease forming between his brows. âA pillow?â
âYeah, nothing too dangerous. Just something to get it out of my system.â Buckâs lips quirked upward, but his eyes betrayed the storm of emotions still churning beneath the surface.
Tommy let out a small, incredulous laugh, shaking his head.
âYeah, well...â Buck shrugged, the small smile fading as his gaze dropped to Tommyâs hands, trembling slightly at his sides. His own hand twitched, the urge to reach out tugging at him, but he hesitated. For a moment, he wasnât sure if he should. If he could.
And then he looked upâreally lookedâand saw the streaks on Tommyâs face, the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way he was holding himself together by sheer force of will. Something in Buck softened, the edges of his anger and hurt giving way to the undeniable pull of the man standing in front of him.
Without overthinking, Buck closed the space between them, his movements slow, deliberate. His forehead came to rest gently against Tommyâs, their breaths mingling in the fragile silence.
âAsk me, Tommy,â Buck whispered, his voice breaking with emotion, his eyes fluttering shut as he let himself feel the closeness, the weight of everything unsaid between them.
Tommyâs breath caught, his eyes glassy as he whispered back. âEvan... will you give me a second chance? A second chance so I can prove to you how much you matter to me, how much I love you?â
Buck kissed him softly, his hands coming up to rest against Tommyâs shoulders. When they pulled back, he smiled faintly. âOnly if you trust me this time. With your heart and all of it.â
Tommy let out a watery laugh, their foreheads still pressed together, their noses brushing. âWeâll make this work,â he said firmly, his voice thick with emotion.
Buck nodded, kissing him again, deeper this time. When they finally pulled apart, Buck whispered, âI have a shift.â
Tommy chuckled, his hand lingering on Buckâs arm. âReally? And... should we meet on Saturday?â
Buck laughed, shaking his head as he pulled Tommy into a tight hug.
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Sunday morning, a knock echoed through Buckâs loft. He opened the door, his hair tousled and his shirt still wrinkled from sleep.
Tommy stood there, holding a bag of groceries and wearing a tentative smile.
âCan I make you some pancakes?â
Buck stared at him for a beat, then grinned, stepping aside to let him in.
#this was supposed to be a stupid oneshot i wrote because yay drunk buck#but the peer pressure is real đ¤ˇđťââď¸#no more parts... hope i'm forgiven đ#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#*
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Your Ancient History, Written In Wax
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Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasnât even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.
No, it wasnât Vlad. And it wasnât Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didnât have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and started hunting Danny down.
The battle was longer this time. He didnât have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!
Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.
Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantomâs Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldnât risk being left behind.
It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldnât be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear heâd made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.
Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.
Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.
Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasnât before, and it put everyone on edge.
Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.
Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.
He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.
Danny returned to Amity.
The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.
How was he supposed to fix this?
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In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.
Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?
Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. âFuck! Itâs today isnât it? I forgot!â
âWhatâs today?â Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasnât, and that he would be there soon.
âThe arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.â
Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. âBart,â he stressed. âWhat are you talking about?â
Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. âThe first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,â he said anxiously. âThey all protect the town of the original metas. Theyâre all here.â
âHere? Now??â
âYeah? They werenât before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.â
âIâm not following.â
âItâs okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.â
âWHAT?â
#dpxdc#pondhead blurbs#liminal amity park#Iâve seen stuff like this in the mhaxdp fandom and I eat it up every time#basically the fight with Pariah caused the town to jump through time a little#and while they THOUGHT they were keeping everything in#shit leaked out and tainted those points in time#so technically#historically and genetically speaking#Amity Park is the origin point for the meta gene and Danny made history as the first hero#because Clockwork is a little shit#everyone embodies a basic ability and it has grown from there#the flash family are direct descendants of Dani (speed force Dani for the win)#Dash is the reason super strength exists#so on and so forth#go buck wild#bart learned about it briefly in history class in the 30th century#practically hero worships them#booster gold knows about them too but in contrast to Bartâs excitement#booster is fucking terrified because there was a period where Amity Park rebelled against the US government#and heâs from that specific time#he learned to fear phantom because he lived during that part while Bart is from farther in the future when those issues got resolved#guess whoâs chosen to welcome the town? >:)#if youâre wondering what happened to the GIW#they turned into the branch Amanda Waller runs#Danny is the first hero#Vlad the first villain#and Dani the first anti hero#thereâs an arc where Danny is trying to fix things but clockwork wonât let him into the timestream and all the heroes are horrified#because yeah Danny is the OG but if he goes back in time to fix his âmistakeâ what will happen to them?
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Just over here thinking about just how much trust is implied in the way Eddie let loose at the bachelor party. And I know this isn't news, that Eddie trusts Buck implicitly, but there's just something so beautiful in the idea that Eddie Diazâmaster of control and compartmentalization and putting everyone else firstâwas not only willing, but eager to let loose with Buck. Even after the safety of the rest of their group was gone, even after Buck had invited dozens of strangers into their space, Eddie didn't hesitate for a moment to let go with Buck because of course Buck is safe and of course he can trust Buck to let go right beside him without judgment.
And there's just something really beautiful in that.
#i wonder if this was actually eddie's first bachelor party#because he was just so excited to be part of it with buck#and it seemed so much like an experience he was really looking forward to#and i don't know there's just something really lovely in his excitement to just let loose and have fun#with the man he trusts most in the world#buddie#random buddie thoughts#evan buckley#eddie diaz#random 911 thoughts#911 s7#911 7x06
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in rewatching season 1, i have been reflecting on two things:
a) that it becomes easy, in later seasons, to forget that the 118 was not always a found family, didnât always show up for each other in hard times, didnât always view each other as a natural extension of blood family. they had to start somewhere.
b) we specifically see the 118, in hen and chim begins, where there is a complete lack of the kind of culture that leads to a found family dynamic. people donât experience camaraderie and safety with each other, there are little to no easy jokes. people do not accept attempts at connection and friendship.
with this in mind, iâve been rewatching season 1 very intentionally and mentally pointing out all the acts that create a found family. when characters show up for each other, itâs because they chose to show up, to prioritize each other. when someone cracks a joke, itâs an intentional act of building community and making others more comfortable. itâs a bridge reaching across to say Letâs be comfortable with each other. letâs laugh together. when hen and buck show up to bobbyâs bare apartment because they havenât heard from him in 48 hours, itâs not because the dynamic of buck and bobby is well established. itâs not because thatâs just What They Do. itâs because they have intentionally chosen to care for bobby. when bobby pushes and doesnât want help, they push right back because they have decided this relationship is worth investing in, not because the relationship already exists.
like it sounds stupid to say âiâm paying attention to a tv showâ like itâs. abnormal. but i always go back to the kinds of sexist and racist jokes cracked when hen and chim started at the 118. they arenât jokes to bring someone into a circle, but to firmly establish its boundaries and determine who Isnât in the circle. or when chim has just lost his brother, and he tells tommy to Name what heâs into. whatever tommy likes, chim can do that. he can work with that. heâs extending this olive branch, saying I want this to work. and he gets so wholly rejected because tommy isnât interested in building friendships. at all.
so then itâs so important when buck and hen play video games together. itâs important when chim wakes up in the hospital and the 118 is right there. itâs important when bobby talks to tatiana and asks her to be at the hospital. itâs important when bobby is getting ribbed about his dating profile, but without the intention of alienating him. all of this firmly establishes the kind of environment where these characters are allowed to share in their joys and sorrows together. where they can lean on each other. where they can joke and poke fun and not endanger these relationships. because the foundation was built with care and intention every step of the way.
#this can also feed into 2x01 where buck gripes about eddie just Stepping into this space like he belongs there#because BUCK didnât do that. he was part of laying all this foundation.#but all that work that chim and hen and buck and bobby do in season 1#is what makes it possible for eddie to step in and not have to EARN it#anyways.
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The usual from me, I'm afraid. I'm back at my nonsense, typing up wife-hunter John while I take a break from tidying my apartment (: Here's part iii! (there will be more reader/john in part iv )
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Content: More stalking, manipulation, voyeurism & marital sabotage. John's a bad man and I want him viscerally <3
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It tears at him, rends flesh from bone with sharp little teeth. Corrugated. Rusty. It poisons his bloodstream, boils blood to madness and burns to feverish pitch.
It's a trap of his own design, and he just had to poke at it. He set it up, jaw wrenched wide and trigger taut and, god, he had to touch it. Had to feel the bruising pleasure bloom then give to something sharper. Sweeter.
In his more reflective moments he wonders if setting up the cameras was a good idea. He's a possessive old bastard and he's torn; not because of any hand-wringing morals, no. No, but rather that he's left himself licking along the knife's edge, close enough for it to cut if he presses hard. He can touch it. It's in his grasp, but he's not fully confident that he's the only one wielding it.
There are too many variables still.
And it's left him here, testing the pressure of the razor-sharp rim and wanting to dig deeper. (He fisted at himself harder than usual that night, flesh aching and engorged and throbbing as the cold metal of your wedding ring bit at the veins and ridges of his length).
The screen is his most hated ally. Pixels and light; the blue sheen. The static blur that raises the hair on his arms as he caresses your image. It's the sweetest torture, watching you boxed in by the four corners of a machine. Gazing on only the impression of you, shadowy and reflective, pacing the monitor. It's peiskos, but wrong. He has you in his home, but can only see and touch you in artificial impotence. It drives him wild, makes his throat ache and his head hot watching you, but not knowing how you taste.
That's not him, he thinks, having something that he can't fully possess. Even the bottle of 1926 Macallan locked in his cellaret has been cracked open, rolled around the palate and savoured before returned to the shelf. Locked safe behind glass, yes, but within reach.
He has to see you again. The trap is tightening, and isn't it funny that it's caught him too?
(His hand moved faster, pleasure simmering as he watched your wide eyes turn glossy and your voice grow thick. 'I don't know where it went! It must have fallen off in the garden, I swear!' Even being unable to taste it, to lick at your tears and feel you tremble-
-it had him tensing his thighs, body clenching in anger and heat as he listened to your apologies. As he listened to your pathetic, half-hearted moans. The way you gave in so sweetly, so eager to please and make good. Your husband's disgusting, breathy grunting. Weak. Unsatisfying-
-But it had his palm tightening around the tacky, swollen flesh at his tip. Slit leaking as the rage boiled his blood and sent it south in a paroxysm of rapture).
He sees Buck before he sees you. It's a necessary evil. No, that's not quite right. It's inevitable; it's reasonable. He needs to lay the bait, shuffle the leaves over it and let nature take its course.
It's a classic pub. A real boozer, where the floor is always slickly sticky and the walls are a cheery, tobacco-stained yellow. The kind of place that serves only pork scratchings and pints.
Your husband didn't expect to see him there. Fox in the henhouse, only he's too stupid to realise that he's the bird.
"System is running well, mate! Thanks. This round's on me," he claps at John's shoulder and does admirably well at hiding his nerves.
It has him smiling into the pint glass, schadenfreude as your husband subtly stretches his aching palm and paints on a wary smile.
(Foot hovering just above the spring; steel teeth ready to -)
"You here alone?" John sips at his drink, eyes scanning the dingy room until - yes, there in the corner he sees a familiar Union Jack cap. Good lad.
"No, no. My mates have just left. Like to linger, you know, for the company," he sends a wink to some pretty thing nursing a G&T by the window.
"Not enough company at home?" he tries to make it light, hoping that the gravel in his tone could be mistaken for interest. And it is, really, if prey drive could count as mere 'interest'.
Buck scoffs, rolling his eyes in a way that looks a lot like rolling belly-up. 'Tell me I'm a real man, look at me! I've got the pick of the flock'. "You know how it is. Gets boring, fishing in the same hole all the time, eh?"
"I wouldn't know," he hums, eyebrows drawn low in faux-consideration. Meets him dead in the eye, lets the mask drop for a just a second. Let's the words come out flat and dangerous. "I've never had a problem reeling in what I want."
The words linger, settling heavy and awkward in a way that has him licking his teeth. Tension so thick he can chew it, feel the fat and gristle rend under the strength of his jaw. It's heady watching the way your husband flounders, not sure how to react until the pack leader backs up and loosens the canines at his nape. Lets him breathe. It's a joke, really. Go on. Laugh. And he follows suit so easily. It's almost boring, he thinks, with eyes cold and muscles frozen under his fake smile as he watches the man chuckle.
"You've gotta stay, Price, that's a good one. One more drink, c'mon." Funny. He thinks that it's his right to give orders. He thinks that John's staying at his command.
John taps twice at the foamy rim of the glass. Catches his sergeant's eye from across the room. "Sure, why not."
It's time.
It's masterful, really, how well Gaz slips over. Greets Buck like an old friend. Drops hints and in-jokes that have the man chuckling along as his eyes flit about with confusion.
"Can't believe I've run into you, here. I thought I'd seen the last of you when you moved house, what, a year ago?" Kyle slides into the barstool on the left. Boxes him in, piggy in the middle. "Still with that finance company?"
"Yeah, yeah it's been a while," he trails off. Too proud to admit that he doesn't know Gaz. Has never met the man. John can feel the way his eyes keep flicking towards the side of his face. Needy. Histrionic.
"You lads catch up, have fun. I'm away for the night," he sets the empty glass at the bar with a soft thud. Makes a show of introducing himself to Gaz and waving the two of them off.
In the cool air of the smoking area he has a moment of fika. Cars roll by on a distant road. The muffled sound of laughter and murmuring filters through frosted pub windows. The rich, heavy smoke of his cigar swirls around and around until he's closing his eyes in the haze. It's slow, calming, and he takes a moment just to appreciate the hand that he's about to play.
He thumbs over the smudged screen of your husband's phone. Only 2 missed calls and 1 text.
>>Sorry to go on at you, but you said you were finishing work at 5 today. It's nearly 8 now. Can you at least let me know where you are? We were going to start that series tonight and I've been getting worried waiting for you :/
Poor, sweet thing. Polite, too. All love and care wasted on the pathetic, juvenile lump slumped over the bar right now.Â
(It whets his appetite, seeing how well-trained you are. How you toe the line, defer to the farcical rules set out for you in your relationship. 'Stay at home. Don't blow up my phone.'
Would you come to heel for him? If a weak, useless hand could shape you so well, what could a strong one do?)
<< Sorry, baby. I goty caugtht up at the pub w some friends. HAd a few drInks. Cmome and get me? [LOCATION SHARED]
He flicks the stub of the cigar away as he pockets the phone.
Curtains up; show about to begin.
He settles into his seat, a well-worn booth. Threadbare, stained upholstery and faded coasters. It's shadowy here, tucked away in the corner but offering a perfect line of sight to the door. And right by that very door is Gaz, your husband, and the pretty thing from earlier.
The bell jingles; wind whistles in.
Gaz lets his grip slip, lets your husband slump in the seat until his head is resting against the neck of the woman he was chatting up. Fingers inching up her thighs as she laughs and flirts back.
"What..?" it's too noisy in here to hear you, but he's listened to your voice over and over. He knows just how your pitch is rising. The slight crack on the final consonant.
You stand, face screwed up as you try to make sense of the situation. But two plus two can only ever equal four, and your husband's hands up a skirt can only ever equal-Â
"Hi, gorgeous. Here to meet someone?" his sergeant grins up at you. Plays the charmer so well. "Got an empty seat with us, if you fancy it."
There's a little bitterness cutting at the furl of your lips. You're holding it in so well but, god, the words must burn, coming out like bile. "What, sure that I'm not interrupting something?"
"No, no. He said he's just having a little fun. Said he wants something warm before he goes home to his bitch wife," Gaz chuckles, leaning towards you like he wants to whisper a secret. "Bit sick of hearing his complaining, if I'm honest. Makes her sound like a right harpy. But you could take my mind off it."
"Not sure about that," he sees the way your chest hitches. Sees the sob that you swallow down as you steel your expression. "I am the 'bitch wife'."
And it's magnificent. Kyle's played his part so well; stuck to the script like he's performing at The Globe. An ad-lib here, an improvisation there. He hands you a napkin, rubs at your shoulder as he looms over the treacherous tableau he fashioned for an audience of two. You, and John. Ache and Hunger; betrayal and mastery. He maneuvers you, keeps you from causing a bigger scene as he hauls your husband by the scruff of his jacket. Choreographs the steps so that John can see every last microcosm on the universe of your face.
It's his set, his design. He's the architect, director, and audience all in one.
(And that foolish, stupid player of yours tugged at the lure. Found himself swinging, tied up in the string).
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Ik reader wasn't really present here, but had to get the ball rolling (: Also I've been stressed and not sleeping so forgive me for this being a bit...
And yes. John stood there and put all the typos in that message on purpose. Unhinged.
#also u can decide whether or not buck was really ranting about his wife to gaz#but i imagined it as an elaboration on gaz's part because he's good at his job and has to make his captain proud (:#bĂĄirseach writes#captain john price#dark john price#john price/reader#john price x reader#cod fanfic#cod mw3#cod mwii#cw stalking#cod x reader
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I find the basketball scene in 7x04 Buck, Bothered, and Bewildered to be quite funny as someone who has played basketball for 10+ years.
The main thing I find funny is, why are Eddie and Buck guarding each other?
Not only is Buck a little bit taller than Eddie, heâs also quite a bit more built than his best friend. Eddie, if we take into consideration Buckâs âyouâre the fastest runnerâ line and that he must of been playing for years as heâs been asking Buck to join him to this basketball pickup game since heâs moved to LA, would be quite a scrappy player with experience. Meaning he would be quite difficult to guard. As with Buck having enough distaste for basketball, and doesnât play at all means his skills are low.
Not to mention with Buckâs built and height, he should be playing post (down by the hoop), not point guard (bringing the ball up and demanding the offensive moves for the team). Whereas Eddie would be more of your point guard/guard player.
Usually before the ball is in play, teams will discuss quickly who they are guarding so no player is left open for easy basket on the first play. This will lead to guards usually choosing another guard player to guard and post players will guard a post player.
Making this clip pretty interesting because why is Buck, an inexperienced player, bringing the ball up (yes I know itâs a silly little pickup game but usually sports players are a competitive bunch 9 times out of 10) and trying to maneuver the ball with a behind the back move?? And Eddie just swoops in with easy because oh, I donât know⌠heâs actually good at basketball and his ball handing skills. (Stop with you dirty thoughts folks)ďżź
If anything, Buck and Tommy should be guarding each other as they match up in built and height. Making them an equal match up⌠but they arenât?
Which leads me to thinkâŚ
What if as the new subs are brought in during the time out (Chimney and Buck), Eddie was like âAye I got Buck!â immediately, and no one fought him for it.
There isnât even a single scene where they are being guard by anybody else. Even after Buck gets screened by Tommy, he still caught up the slack to continue to guard Eddie instead of the smart decision of switching players with whoever was guarding Tommy.
But those two just need to be together even if itâs playing opposite of another. Getting all sweaty and up close with each other- donât get me started on if we got a boxing out scene (which is when you use your butt and push it into you opponents front as you continue to push them backwards for a better shot at retrieving the ball after a miss shot).
All in all,
Edmundo âEddieâ Diaz really wanted to guard his best friend Evan âBuckâ Buckley which is the gayest thing a âstraightâ guy could do.
#911#911 abc#911 season 7#911 7x04#evan buck buckley#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buck x eddie#just let me do my daily overthinking#I just found this funny because the realistic part of me is like why?? that donât make sense
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Something something about Eddie learning Buck will be there for him off the job, even without Chris being in the equation.
Something something about that being an important realisation for him to finally make because heâs always hidden behind his son when it comes to Buck (and his love life more generally - even Shannon in reality was for Chris not himself) but he wonât be able to this time.
Something something about that realisation being the key to giving himself permission to examine his heart and feel his true feelings.
#Eddie realising his worth separate from Chris is really important#and a part of that is learning that he has worth in the eyes of others without Chris being a consideration of that worth#Buck being there for him when Chris is absent is a key part of it.#because Eddie can literally put all of bucks actions down to being for and about Chris#(which we all know is not the case - Eddie is an unreliable narrator- just like Buck is)#Iâm fascinated by the parallels with Bobbys s1 arc - about finding his worth without his family and building a new one#and seeing how the Church (and seemingly got priest) play into this#because I donât think itâs the church that will lead to Eddieâs gay awakening - I think the church will give Eddie the capacity to forgive#himself and let Shannon go - to really deal with the healing there.#that will open the door for a Chris return at some point.#but I think Buck himself will be what leads Eddie to unlocking the feelings heâs been carrying around since at least the well if not before#Bucks steadfastness towards Eddie himself will give him the strength to give himself permission to examine his heart#911 spoilers#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 abc#911 speculation#buddie
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One other reason why I'm more inclined toward Buck & Tommy? They understand each other's line of work, but they are NOT working in the same firehouse. They WON'T be constantly attached to the hips all day at work and outside of work. Just like Hen, Bobby and Chimney do have their significant others outside the 118 firehouse, I would prefer for Buck to have a significant other outside the 118 firehouse, too. Remember how Hen basically said Buck doesn't have anyone outside the 118? That's a potential difference and improvement Tommy could make for Buck.
#bucktommy#tevan#kinley#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#911 musings#my otp is buck x happiness#tommy is a promising candidate concerning happiness#and i am all in for the cuteness and the fluff and how both could be each others shoulder to lean on#i genuinely think buck's significant other (even if its not tommy) should be a woman or a man who's not part of the 118#because we have seen how insanely attached buck is to the 118 already#he'd do well with an anchor outside the 118#aside from his big sis maddie
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tease/tidbit tuesday
No one tagged me but Iâm still gonna post something anyways cause the laws of this land mean nothing to me. Have some more of buckâs oof ouchy broken ears:
The weight of a hand suddenly settles on Buckâs shoulder, sending a jolt through him as he jumps just about a foot in the air, heart pounding in his throat as he whirls around. He hadnât heard anyone coming up behind him. Thatâs probably not a good sign.
Eddie is standing in front of him, arm still outstretched with his hand hovering in the air between them. From what Buck can make out of his face, Eddieâs brow is knotted with concern. Buck squints, willing the world to stay still for a second.
Eddieâs mouth forms the familiar shape of Buckâs name, his eyebrows drawing together to form a question. Buck canât tell if he actually heard him, or his brain supplied one of many memories to fill the silence. Well, not silence, more like a buzzing so loud Buck has a half serious thought that somehow some of the bees had managed to crawl their way into his head.
âWhat?â Buck asks, his voice startling him as it bounces around the confines of his skull.
Eddieâs eyebrows climb up his forehead and his mouth moves again, his lips and teeth moving almost too fast for Buck to parse out the words. The mustache doesnât help much either.
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#i donât think my aural rehabilitation professor ever foresaw me using what I learned for this purpose#tease tidbit tuesday#tag game#Eddie Diaz#Evan Buckley#(i am putting this out there rn this fic is canon compliant so far so itâs bucktommy but Eddie is here because i love him)#(and heâs buckâs very best friend who is part of his soul so yknow)#911 fic#911#molly writes
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ykw i'm just gonna say it. "it must have been awful for tommy to be closeted under gerrard's captaincy" and "tommy had a privileged position due to his gender and race that he actively benefited from and failed to utilize to openly advocate for chimney and henâparticularly chimneyâwho didn't have the privilege he did" are two statements that can and should coexist
#mostly i blame tim for bringing a character like this back and failing to address how he was initially introduced#because no matter what tommy is like NOW he very much was introduced as part of the white man status quo in the begins episodes#idk i'm just irritated by the way some people are glossing over or even ignoring the fact that hen and chim were the true victims of#gerrard's captaincy#in favour of making it all about tommy (and buck)#neethu speaks#fandom discourse
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Just thought about sharing this frame right here
Do with it what you will
#the split second before the lips touch are always my favorite part to analyze like a psycho#sorry about the motion blur#this was a bitch to screenshot but I had to#for science#also can you tell that I really like Tommy and buck together and want them to be endgame?#Iâll hide the next bit in the tags cause some shippers are scary:#I donât really want buddie to happen#im not against it but there is something about eddies actor#that makes me feel like heâs one of those bros is fine with gay people but not near him#and this is purely my own impression#I donât think he said or done anything to give that impression#you know how there are certain actors who simply refuse to kiss men because of fragile masculinity#because Iâm straight bro#anyway#Back to Tommy and buck#I really like them together and they better have at least one kiss as intense as buck had with other partners in the past#not just a peck like last week to get diversity points#ya know#shmexy kisses#lety rambles#tuck#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#oliver stark#lou ferrigno jr
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why did buck say this in season 7 like insanity pure insanity
#while him and eddie are having a conversation about chris going on dates like#again the with eddie part because insane#in conclusion buddie canon season 8 yâall I feel it in the air#steph rewatches 911#stoner steph thoughts#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#911#911 abc#911 on abc#911 season 7#911 s7
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i can't with all these "the show is highlighting tommy's jealousy, they're planting seeds that it will cause problems" takes like bffr. he mentioned being envious over the 118's dynamic twice, sure, but in what world (literally how?) would that cause a relationship problem? do yall expect him to be in cahoots with gerrard behind their back and murder buck to take over his life or something?? like even with the hyperbole aside, i genuinely cannot see how they can turn this into relationship drama without going against everything they showed us with tommy so far
#he literally reassured buck about his relationships in that first scene he's fine with it#he asked how buck was doing about bobby because again he KNOWS (he literally has eyes & was there to witness buck save bobby from the ship)#how much bobby means to him like do yall think 6 months into their relationship he will be unable to deal with this and what? demand buck#not be so close with them?#or that he will want to be a part of that too and buck (who in turn reassured him about this in 7x04) will be like#âuhm babe you wanting to be friends with my friends is giving me the ick?â#like whats the logic here#i'll eat my words if 911 can spin this as relationship drama i will#but im also certain this is not going the way you guys think it will#if anything the most logical follow up to this is tommy connecting with these people more as he desires and it being a good thing for both#tommy's character and bucktommy's relationship#ok rant over#911#bucktommy#tevan#kinley#edit: the only think i can think of is if he feels neglected bc say buck needs to make time for someone else but even that doesn't make#sense because buck NEVER neglected his love interests and tommy is literally friends with all these ppl to a degree so he'd arguably#understand it more than any of his exes (none of whom had any problems with buck#'s relationships within the 118)#i think you're just ignoring the context of these scenes because they paint the bigger picture of tommy being fully accepting of these#relationships so unless something changes drastically (an external thing making him feel insecure about it/buck going too ooc and#neglecting his significant other entirely etc.) i dont see how this can be a problem#mimi.txt
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