#marisol whatever her last name is

[deluweil]

To be honest the way part of the fandom has treated this Tommy character as a god makes me dislike him more. Unfortunately the Buck bi arc was tainted for me because it all feels force. Also what doesn't help is that Eddie was to much involved in that storyline.

The way people are acting like it's a perfect relationship and yet we barely saw them together feels just weird.

Also I don't like how some literally push Eddie away for this new white man.

This is Taylor Kelly all over again. The sad part is that the season is short and people wAnt to to spend their time giving more to the new guy.

I hope him and Marisol are gone, but I'm afraid. These two characters took the joy out of the Buck and Eddie storyline for me.

The fandom, I think, in this case, is definitely the problem here,

Lou is completely unassuming and enjoying the process and being a buddie shipper just like us - if one actually bothers to read the interviews and not just pick and choose what to talk about.

That is what makes me like Lou.

The fandom has somehow glorified Tommy's character after a couple of episodes and yeah it rubs the wrong way, because, what about the story we had so far?

Is season 7 a reset to 911? and everything that came before that doesn't count? Why not just make it 911 abc pilot then?

I don't think that's the case, but I think the last minute switch between Buck and Eddie kind of ruined it for the Tim because, yes, in a way it feels forced and out of left field.

Supposed that Buck was indeed vying for Tommy's attention, why do it like that? and why involve Eddie in the first place?

I have a lot of questions and my main problem here is not that Buck is experimenting with Tommy, it's the way they practically propelled this ship off the cliff into a dangerous spin, they went from zero to 200 in a second. - That is not how you build a relationship.

You don't try to figure out what you want, mess up the first date, then invite said date to an apology coffee and then invite him to family wedding on the way. It just doesn't work that way.

I may be straight, but I have gay and bi and lesbian friends, neither one of them has ever brought a second or even a third date to so much as a friends get together before they were sure that this is something that would last, before they brought the intended victim to be judged by friends and family.

And people who talk about Tommy as being established in the 118 family, that is not true. He has a connection with Chimney in that that he owes him his life and an acquaintance with Hen, who is clearly not very fond of him, because of obvious past she had with him and their old house before Bobby came into the picture. - Remember - Chimney was her ONLY lifeline in that house.

Tommy was not a liked character before.

Arguably Buck had more history with Taylor than he did with Tommy (which is none at all) - But Taylor is a strong opinionated and often self-serving woman (not unlike Buck mind you), emphasis on woman. - That is the only reason she never stood a chance. Because the writers could have made her and Buck the greatest love story this show has seen, but they continuously managed to ruin any fondness for any female LI to ever grace that set.

And this season is short, to bring in a new LI kinda defeats the purpose of re-establishing the team and this show, because it does feel the same as any of Buck's old relationships that were being pushed for the benefit of 'god forbid Buck actually learns how to be alone and healthy and happy' - the only thing that changed in Buck this season is his sexuality and nothing else, and that vexes me.

My problem is not with Tommy, it's the perpetuation of 'poor baby Buck' society. - I love Oliver and I love Buck - I am tired of the ever repeating pattern of forgiveness for his self serving ways without any accountability that we keep seeing.

I don't think Buck's or even Eddie's firsts or you know what? even seconds should be each other, I am more than happy to make this journey with them, but let it be a marathon not a sprint to the finish line - they knew they would get renewed for another season, they could have written and built it better than what we got - because the moment they switched gears after the second episode, the story became written in the same messy last minute way both S4 and most of S5 were written.

There is no grand plan, at this point they are merely winging it and see where the wind takes them. - And that is idiotic, they had SO MUCH TIME to make this a well written story with the strike and long break after that, to write as they film is lazy and stupid and mostly childish.

And yes this is Taylor all over again, not in that they are the same type of people, but that Buck is jumping head first into a relationship without actually knowing how he got there. - Bobby said that himself - and it is the same, because who in their right mind invite a second (kinda) date to a family event? Like dude have you ever dated before? Do you how this works?

It is a LOT of pressure and not even for Buck himself - because he brought this on himself - but rather for Tommy (aka the intended victim) to be first introduced to the family after a couple of dates when he himself has no idea where he and Buck are standing.

Marisol, has indeed sucked the joy out of the Eddie's story, I don't get why do either of the boys had to be in a relationship starting this season to begin with. Like, she is literally a handbag, the token hetero symbol, so to speak, what she is doing there? is beyond me.

The catholic guilt of her being a nun is bullshit, and as Bobby said himself, Eddie has no problem committing to certain people/things. She serves no purpose this season other than a seat warmer/ glorified babysitter since Buck is otherwise engaged.

They could have gone for Eddie finding his way in the department, Eddie dealing with his mommy issues, Eddie trying to figure out what and who he wants in his life, Eddie trying to navigate Chris' terrible teenage years.

They could have explored the fact that a guy going with his supposed gf/wife in the golf course checking Eddie's hot ass (6X17) - Oh wait, they were going to... the ground for Eddie's coming out was all laid out and they took a sharp turn to left field in the second episode of S7 and made it all about Buck again, because the Natalia actress couldn't come?? what kind of a weak ass reason is that?

And yes, the cliche of receiving the odd white man out (who played a controversial role in early seasons) rather than the regular casted poc male or the guest starring woman, for that matter, better is all kind of f-ed up, but no one would talk about that, of course. 👀

Anyway, I am hoping that whatever is coming next will be worthy of our time and attention because so far we got about more of the same as far as Buck and Eddie are concerned - except that Buck has just broaden his variety and has a bigger pallet of mate choosing at his disposal.

I have two very close bi friends, so I know how their minds work, because God knows they share with me more than I ever wanted to know lol. And one of them is watching 911 with me and she is happy for the rep as well, but unhappy with how it was developed too.

At the moment, I have decided to put any Buck and Eddie topics aside and just want to get the LONG AWAITED Madney wedding, if anyone deserve a happy ending, it's them. ❤️

[survivoreddie]

Episode 7.05 and the transphobe is still there, I have decided that I will cut her out of every scene she has with Eddie.

[whereyoustand]

oh using smores to immediately represent Shannon Diaz I am SICK

[rainbowonice]

They really just said FUCK character development and let’s go full on hypocrisy on both Eddie w/ “you should never date someone you met on a call” just to go on a date with a girl he met during a call in witch he didn’t even.. interacted with?? She was the first latina available woman and they rolled with it (so blandly racist btw after Shannon all of his interest has been latino women??) and Buck “i don’t want to pick the wrong couch again” and then picking a couch with a girl that he had 3 dates in total, two ending terribly, she’s/was obsessed over his death, she got jealous of his past after 1 date, judged him and left saying the seme exact works Taylor said to him when they broke up. And yet she’s the right one for Gods knows what reason.

This isn’t even about Buddie just a bit shh it’s about ruining two characters for the sake of an heteronormative happy ending that makes no sense at all. They really thought that this was going to be the season finale and instead of just leave them single they HAD to pair them with some women as if Eddie wasn’t a whole homosexual

[justchillandshipit]

Bobby and Buck Scene

We know from various articles that Buck has a scene coming up in 8.6 with Bobby. He will be spinning out and looking for advice.

I fully expect Bobby to ask, in that special way he has, why are you keeping Tommy at a distance? Why aren't you letting him in?

I've seen a lot of discourse on how Tommy is an outsider and that he doesn't care, but now that I've thought more about the last episode, I don't think that is the case. Buck is holding back. Tommy has said that he is letting Buck set the pace, and it is now clear to me that apart from sex, Buck isn't letting this relationship go deeper.

He's told Tommy about Bobby being like a father to him, but he has never tried to bring them together. He has never told Tommy Athena's name. Even in the hospital, Buck calls her Sargent Grant. I find it strange that he would even refer to her by that name when not on duty.

So coming back to my original comment. Bobby should be asking the above questions. Whatever secret is making Buck spinout is likely not the heart of what is happening, it's the excuse Buck is using to pull back even further. Similar to the way Eddie was preparing to end things with Marisol because of the nun thing, but then Buck came out and Eddie decided to double down on a relationship he didn't want in the first place.

[perotovar]

into the beat of the night (ch 3) "self control"

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pairing: frankie morales/enby!oc!river price (they/them) rating: 18+ (minors dni) chapter warnings: fingering, one (1) handjob, discussions of sexuality/gender (in an... interesting way), goth stereotypes abound, swearing, more cute shit word count: 3k dividers by @saradika beta: @scenaaario (ily adrienne ♥)

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series summary: frankie thought he had himself figured out by now. he liked both men and women, had dated both in the past. but when someone that challenges what he thinks that means comes into his life, in an unlikely place, he truly learns who he is, and more importantly, who he loves.

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“What’s their name again?”

“River. I already told you, Benjamin,” Frankie chuckled, taking a drink from his beer.

“Right, sorry. I’ve just never met a non… what was it again?”

Frankie, Benny, Will, and Santiago were at their usual bar that night. It was in a different part of town than The Night Owl, with a completely different vibe, but it was cozy. The four of them had become regulars and knew the staff by name.

“Non-binary person,” Will said, shoving Benny on the shoulder. “Are you listening at all?”

Benny shot his brother a look and stuck his tongue out, because apparently Benny was still five. “Of course I’m listening! Non-bi-nar-y,” he sounded it out, tapping his finger on the table with each syllable. “What does, uh… What does that like, mean, Fish?”

Frankie furrowed his brows and took another drink. “I haven’t actually asked yet. All they told me is that they’re like… both, and neither, at the same time.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I was a little distracted after that and didn’t get to ask.”

Santiago grinned, slapping Frankie on the shoulder. “Good for you, Fish.”

Frankie rolled his eyes, but smiled, thinking about the kiss he shared with River the other night. They kept texting, and he’d even asked River out on a real date, which brought the guys to the bar. It had been a year or so since his last date and he needed advice on where to take someone like River. He wasn’t as familiar with the goth subculture and thought maybe his brothers would have experience. At the very least Ben, who’d been with a few different kinds of people.

“I did look it up that night after I got home, but I’m still a little confused,” Frankie shrugged.

“Just ask them, man,” Will offered. “They seemed cool with your first question.”

Frankie nodded, a look of determination crossing his features. “You’re right. It couldn’t hurt, right?”

Frankie was sweating. Marisol was with her mom this week, so he hadn’t had to worry about having that conversation yet. He was planning on telling River about her tonight. He checked his hair in the mirror again before he left, deciding to go without his hat tonight, but worried all his nerves would deflate the work he put into it. He sighed as he messed around with the unruly curls again. This is why he stuck to hats. Frankie’s phone vibrated on the bathroom counter, startling him.

ok im ready, eddie 😉

River still thought it was hilarious that Frankie had worn an Iron Maiden t-shirt to a goth club, claiming that it fit his “old man aesthetic”, whatever that meant. This led to River referring to Frankie as “Eddie”, after the band’s skeleton mascot.

Yeah yeah i’m coming

Frankie saw the typing dots appear and disappear a couple times before disappearing completely. He sighed to himself and checked his hair one last time before leaving his apartment. 

When he got to the neighborhood of the address River had given him, he checked his phone again, making sure he was in the right place. He slowly crept up the hill towards the last line of apartments and immediately his heart started pounding. Frankie really liked River. He didn’t want to fuck this up, and hoped him being a dad wouldn’t ruin that. Or his big dumb mouth.

River was standing at the bottom of the staircase of the apartment complex and waved, a huge grin on their face. Frankie stopped the truck and leaned over to open the passenger side door for them to climb inside. The scent of bergamot, clove, and sandalwood filled his nostrils again as the truck door shut. Frankie calmed down, and smiled, leaning over to give River a kiss on the cheek. “You look amazing,” he breathed, taking in River’s outfit; they had a collarless shirt buttoned up all the way, tucked into plaid pants, and nice dress shoes. All black, of course. They wore no lipstick today, their makeup was simple, and their hair was perfectly straight. It looked like they’d freshly shaved the right side of their head as well. River’s look was so new for Frankie, he couldn’t help being captivated by them every time he saw them.

“Thank you,” River smiled, heart skipping a beat. “Where are we off to?” They rested their ring-clad hand over Frankie’s larger one in between the two of them on the seat. “When you said it was a surprise, I admit I got a little nervous.”

Frankie placed his hand on the back of the truck seat and looked behind them as he backed up to leave the apartment complex. River’s eyes were glued to Frankie’s neck and subtly licked their lips at the sight of the thick muscles and veins. Their eyes moved up to Frankie’s side profile and they swooned.

“How come? Don’t trust me?” Frankie smirked, making eye contact before his eyes moved to the road, and started heading toward their destination.

River shrugged, even though they knew he couldn’t see them. “Maybe. Maybe not,” they smirked. The red light of the clock on the console caught River’s eye; 7:30pm. 

“Well, that’s a shame. I had a nice dinner planned and everything,” Frankie showed them an exaggerated pout, a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh, well, in that case.”

The restaurant Frankie picked might’ve been a little more… casual, then he remembered. The last time he was here was with Jackson. He shook off the memory. He was here with River now. The place was actually more like a diner, with vintage photos of women in pinup-style outfits and poses.

Frankie reached for River’s hand and laced their fingers together as he found them a table, letting River sit first.

“Such a gentleman,” River teased, squeezing his hand before getting comfy in the booth.

“I try,” Frankie smiled bashfully as he joined them on the opposite side. The light shining down onto the table lit River beautifully. He noticed that River’s button-up was actually a dark green, with subtle velvet roses all over.

They ordered their food and made easy conversation. River talked about their job as an architect. They were working on designing a building that was be built in the next couple of years in the city. Frankie found it fascinating but couldn’t focus on the words, too distracted by their calming voice and watching their mannerisms. River talked with their hands a lot whenever they got excited about something, and Frankie thought it was adorable.

“Sorry, I know I’m rambling now,” River shook their head, cutting themself off. Frankie frowned,mouth full of french fries.

“Please, continue, I don’t mind listening.”

So River did. They talked about anything and everything. Frankie interjected here and there, but was more than content to listen to River talk. When there was a lull in the conversation, Frankie’s palms started to get sweaty. Their plates were empty now, but River still had half of their milkshake left.

It was now or never. Frankie took a deep breath.

“So… I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started. River raised an eyebrow and rested their chin on the palm of their hand, listening. Frankie cleared his throat before continuing. “Um, so I know this is a dealbreaker for some people, so I won’t be offended if you want to stop things after tonight. B-But I would like to stay friends if that’s the case.” He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs. “I’ve got a daughter.”

River was quiet for a second before a small smile appeared on their face. “I’m actually not surprised. How old is she?”

“You’re not?”

“Of course not. You’re an incredibly handsome man of a certain age–”

“Hey.”

“And any woman would be stupid not to make an honest man outta you,” River winked.

Frankie blinked a couple times before chuckling softly. River continued to surprise him. “Well, her mother isn’t in the picture, at least not with me. Marisol, my daughter, sees her half the time, and stays with me the other half of the time,” he explained, crossing his arms comfortably over the table. “Oh, and she’s four.”

“Aww, can I see a picture of her?”

Frankie’s heart fluttered as pulled his phone out, opening the album of photos devoted just to his little girl. He slid his phone over to River and they started scrolling through the photos with a smile on their face.

“She’s adorable, Frankie,” River hummed, returning his phone back to him. “I can tell you think the world of her. I won’t lie, I’m not really… uh, a kid kind of person. I always just planned on being the cool cousin and not a parent,” they muttered, resting their chin on their palm again.

Frankie nodded in understanding. “I totally get that. I just figured it wouldn’t be fair to you, or to Marisol, to keep her a secret, y’know?”

“Absolutely, and I appreciate you telling me,” River nodded back. “But I like you. A lot. And I’m willing to give this a shot with you. So I don’t think Marisol is a dealbreaker.”

Frankie’s heart soared at River’s words. “I really like you, too,” he grinned like an idiot, cheeks warm. “C’mon, we still have another part to this date.” He stood up and held his hand out for River to take.

After paying, the two found themselves back in Frankie’s truck heading down the highway. It was starting to get darker and the roads were clearing. They pulled up to a drive-in, but there weren’t any other cars.

“What is this, Grease?” River teased. “A diner and then a drive-in movie?”

Frankie snorted and reached out his window to pay for their tickets before finding somewhere to park. “I happen to like drive-in movies and diners, thank you very much.”

“That’s because you’re old–”

“I’m only a few years older than you,” Frankie deadpanned.

“Details.”

About a third of the way into the original Halloween, Frankie put his arm around River’s shoulders and pulled them close. River happily cuddled into Frankie’s side, loving the warmth and softness they found there.

Halfway through, River’s eyes started wandering elsewhere. They looked down at the crotch of Frankie’s jeans, and wondered what lay beyond the tight denim. They looked up at Frankie’s face and kissed the little patch in his beard that refused to grow hair. Frankie looked down at them, deep brown eyes looking over River’s features. He went from their dark-rimmed eyes, to their collarbone, and back to their plush lips, his heart pounding. He didn’t need any further convincing and started kissing River deeply, holding the side of their face.

River hummed into Frankie’s mouth and slowly crawled into Frankie’s lap. They grinned as Frankie huffed a breath against their lips, holding River’s hips in his large hands. River kissed the corner of Frankie’s mouth before moving down to the side of his neck and sucked a mark where his neck met his shoulder. Frankie shuddered, moving a hand down and squeezing River’s ass. They lifted their head and looked at the far-away expression on his face.

“Are you one of those guys that doesn’t like to fool around on the first date?”

Frankie blinked up at River, thinking about it. “I mean, no, but–” “Good,” River growled, latching back onto Frankie’s neck and sucking hard.

Frankie moaned openly at that, but pulled them away. “Wait,” he breathed. River tilted their head to the side and didn’t say anything, letting Frankie continue. “Um, I had another question.”

“Okay.”

“Well, uh. I don’t mean to kill the mood, because God, I really wanna get back to that, b-but I was curious,” Frankie swallowed, not making eye contact again. “I looked up what non-binary was after you told me and I was a little confused, and basically I just– Um, I wanna know like, how… this would… work,” he trailed off, gesturing between the two of them and at the bulge in his jeans.

“You’re asking what I have so you know how to proceed.” It was a statement, not a question, said softly in understanding. River played with the curls at the back of Frankie’s neck.

Frankie nodded. “If that’s an invasive question, I’m really sorry, and–”

“Shh,” River chuckled, pecking Frankie on the cheek. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m not offended. You’re actually being really sweet about all of this. I know this is new for you.”

Frankie smiled shyly and shrugged, but let them continue.

“I was raised as a girl. ‘Assigned female at birth’, is typically what we call it,” River looked down, playing with the collar of Frankie’s shirt. “You were assigned male at birth. The doctors looked at your parts and decided that’s what you were, and you never felt like it was incorrect, right?”

Frankie nodded, listening carefully.

“Right. Well, it felt wrong to me. I didn’t really know what the feeling was growing up. It’s actually kind of a recent development for me.”

Frankie chewed on his bottom lip, one question still buzzing around his head. “How do you… How did you know? And did you… have any… surgeries? To um–” he didn’t know how to word any of this.

River laughed softly. “Yeah, I had top surgery. I no longer have breasts, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Everything below the belt is still intact,” they grinned, moving their crotch closer to Frankie’s. “The complicated answer, especially for someone so new to this, is that gender is a societal thing. How you’re perceived, presented to the world is just through the eyes of society. How you see yourself is what actually matters, though. And when all that societal bullshit doesn’t affect your life, the roles you’re ‘supposed’ to play don’t matter anymore.”

“I’m River. River is me. I don’t care how people see me. I did all of this,” they gestured to their body. “For me. Not for anyone else. Because if I didn’t, I would be unhappy. And my own mental health and happiness matters more than some so-called church-going do-gooder’s opinion.”

Frankie looked at River in awe. Their confidence and respect for themself was one of the most attractive things he’d ever seen. “You’re amazing,” Frankie breathed, surging forward to kiss them deeply. He gripped River’s ass again and pulled them closer, grinding his hardening cock against them.

River moaned softly, grinding back, and tangling their fingers into his hair. Suddenly, Frankie pulled back, catching his breath.

“Wait, does that, like…” He thought for a second. “While I was doing my research, I came across a couple other terms I didn’t know.”

River chuckled and kissed down Frankie’s neck softly. “Go on.”

Frankie’s breath hitched, speaking shakily. “Um, I’ve always considered myself b-bisexual– oh– a-and if non-binary people are technically a th-third gender, then does that change?”

“No,” River hummed, licking underneath Frankie’s ear, before taking the lobe into their mouth and nibbling.

“It doesn’t?”

River shook their head. “Bisexual is more like an umbrella term. People interpret it differently,” they reached a hand down between them, trailing their fingers to Frankie’s belt buckle and undoing it. “For example, you’ve always assumed it just meant you were attracted to men and women, right?”

Frankie moaned softly as the pressure was relieved from his hard cock, and nodded.

“Exactly. Another way you could see it is you being attracted to people that are like you,” they gripped Frankie’s cock tightly, making him gasp sharply. “And people who aren’t.” They grabbed his hand and placed it onto their crotch, grinding against him.

He was so hard he was throbbing, and so turned on his head spun. He started undoing River’s dress pants and slipped his hand down to their panties, finding their pussy impossibly warm and wet. 

“Fuck,” Frankie groaned, rubbing at their clit through the fabric of their underwear. River moaned sweetly and bit their bottom lip, moving Frankie’s boxer briefs out of the way so they could grip around his cock.

“You’re so hard,” River grinned, rubbing their thumb over the tip. They started stroking him slowly, watching as the head of Frankie’s cock appeared and disappeared underneath the foreskin. 

Frankie was breathing heavily, resting his head on the back of his seat and looking at River through his lashes. He moved the tips of his fingers in small circles for a few moments before he moved his fingers beneath their underwear and touched bare skin. River gasped at the contact and nodded, giving him permission.  Frankie slowly sunk his middle finger inside them and started pumping in and out. His thumb rubbed in time against their clit. River started moaning louder, throwing their head back to expose their throat to him.

Frankie saw an opening and latched his mouth onto their neck, marking them in return as his free hand held the back of River’s head. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned, biting at River’s skin.

River shuddered at the praise, rocking their hips against Frankie’s hand. “‘M close,” they whined, panting down at him. They started to lose their rhythm on Frankie’s cock and squeezed him tightly in their fist. Frankie nodded in understanding and started moving his fingers faster, adding a second one as the slick sounds coming from between River’s legs filled the truck. 

“C’mon, baby. You gonna come for me?” he breathed against their neck, leaving soft kisses against their skin. The contrast between what his mouth and what his hand were doing was overwhelming and River wouldn’t change it for the world. 

River nodded, their brows moving downward in pleasure before stilling above him as they came. Their hips rocked back and forth over Frankie’s hand as they came down, moaning and biting their lip. 

The sight of River coming was enough for Frankie and his cock twitched hard as he erupted all over River’s hand. He grunted and hid his face in their neck as his balls emptied messily. He whined softly, twitching in the aftershocks. 

River giggled quietly and held him close after licking their hand clean. “Gonna have to blow you next time,” they hummed thoughtfully.

Frankie groaned as his oversensitive cock twitched between them. “Don’t say shit like that while I’m still vulnerable, you menace.”

River bit his cheek, then kissed it softly. “You love it.”

He did. He really did.

a/n: please enjoy this meme that inspired the scene above

[mazzystar24]

Watch us be panicking over nothing, but if it does go down THAT route, I'm done! I don't want a show claiming to be inclusive of everyone and everything to have a woman who is so horrible on a show like that

Hi anon!

Personally I’m less panicking more vomiting at seeing edy onscreen and poor Eddie in comp het prison (I’m gonna get you out of there one of these days buddy I swear😭🫶)

I think I’m like 95% certain that like everything so far indicates to me that they’re not writing Marisol to stay

Like first of all I’m pretty sure tim flat out said he didn’t originally want her back and that he just didn’t want two offscreen break ups in s7 and Natalia’s actress couldn’t come back

Like he’s made his disdain abt the end of s6 VERY clear

He then turns around and puts no effort into making Marisol even appear like she MIGHT stay because he gives her no last name, no personality and what can only be referred to as a gag as her main storyline

And then he has bobby flat out call Eddie out and say that he hasn’t said anything/ spoke about her in a way that makes him think he wants her to move in and that he has no trouble committing to other things so what is REALLY the issue (her) I mean Eddie fumbled with understanding bobby again but it’s the thought that counts🤷🏽‍♀️

Plus I think they are WELL aware of the fans opinions of edy so from a purely business perspective- if an actress who is not a series regular or even a significant character and whatever form of contract you have with her is presumably coming to an end and she’s causing you trouble and getting you bad publicity you will cut her at the first opportunity (and you would be very dumb not to, ESPECIALLY FOR ONE YOU DIDN’T WANT IN THE FIRST PLACE)

Also on a more general note the stills are almost ALWAYS a red herring that make 20+ theories and 100+ rants and then turn out to be something completely and utterly different so until we actually see content in the episodes that indicate to us that Marisol even stands a chance to stay fr then I’m gonna continue to believe that one day soon I’ll be free from seeing edy’s stupid transphobic face on my screen with her annoying voice that puts Janice from friends to shame

BAJDKMF SORRY FOR THE LONG REPLY ANON I JUST REALLY HATE THAT HOMOPHOBIC TRANSPHOBIC WOMAN

[sevensoulmates]

Speculation ahead:

I want to talk about the title "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered" less from the assumption that the song lyrics = what happens in the show and less from the assumption that Buck's name being in the title means it's all about him. The episode may have him have a central storyline but I'm 99% sure the episode will also feature Maddie and Eddie having central storylines in this episode too.

So, Bothered and Bewildered. To me, those words signify big change, big realizations, but also confusion, discomfort, growing pains with emphasis on the pain.

Bothered implies that whatever change is coming it will not be easy. It implies that this is something that disturbs the characters usual life. It's something that requires looking inward, discovering why the change bothers them so much, and coming to terms with the new life they'll probably have to lead from that moment forward.

Bewildered implies that this change is a surprise. Not something the character saw coming. ((so for those of you who are assuming this is Bi Buck realization I don't think it'll be just a "oh yeah I've been bi this entire time" thing)). It's not something they've been sitting on agonizing about, but something that comes out of the blue. Or maybe, it's something the character wouldn't let themselves think about and/or never believed was true about themselves, but now has to reevaluate who they really are.

This could mean a hell of a lot for all of the characters. From a Maddie/Madney perspective maybe they're adjusting to being fiance's, or Maddie worries about potentially becoming a wife again.

For Eddie, if this is a queer realization for him, I don't think it's an easy one. It's one he'll struggle with. We know Marisol is still around, this could be in reference to the relationship he's trying to force with her. I do still believe man is deep in compulsory heterosexuality, so I wouldnt be surprised if he tries even HARDER to force this relationship with Marisol in a last ditch attempt to prove his "normalcy". And perhaps he finds his relationship with Marisol bothers him in unexpected ways. In relation to potential bi Buck, it could mean Eddie has to grapple with Buck's sudden queerness and determine WHY it is bothering him. If anyone has a "am I homophobic because my queer best friend is with someone else" moment, I believe it would be Eddie, not Buck. I truly believe Eddie is that repressed. But if the Buck/Tommy rumours are true then this could spell EXTREMELY interesting for Eddie as well, especially considering the next episode is You Don't Know Me.

And Buck. I know we're all kinda jumping the gun assuming it means bi Buck, and istg I'm also hoping and praying too. Truly, it makes the most sense to do. Let the homoeroticism of the basketball scene sweep Buck into an unexpected queer realization and let him grapple with the idea that now Men are an Option. And if Men are an option, Eddie could be an option. The implications of this are fucking ENORMOUS.

[philomenie]

Shadow Warrior

Hitman! Jolly - Part 2

CN despair, grief, mention of abortion, mafiatheme, violence, murder, sexual tension, cheating, guilt, thoughts/ plans for exhumation +18

If I forgot to mark something as CN, please let me know so I can add it!

@nojoyontheburn @jilliemiw86 @dsireland86 @aubrey-melinoe

TWO

When she wakes up the next morning, stiff and exhausted, she curses everything. Scolding herself, she gets to her feet, kicks the pumps off her feet and goes into the kitchen to get a coffee from her fully automatic machine. With the cup, she goes to the bedroom on the second floor to get rid of her clothes, then to the bathroom to take a long shower.

Her muscles slowly relax under the hot water and she feels better afterwards, but still dead tired. FUCK, she has to go to the clinic... partly because she can't just take a nap, and partly because she promised Nadja she'd be there to take care of her business.

A baby... a stabbing pain pierces her as she thinks back to how lovingly and tenderly Joakim treated Zoja and Nikolaj.... Damn... she wanted children with him so much. Damn... unbridled rage builds up inside her and, screaming, she bangs her fist against the bedroom door, causing Milo to yelp in fright. “I'm sorry, baby!” Olivia strokes her dog, trying to calm him down, ”It won't happen again... I have to get ready now and you're going back to Alma's, are you happy?” Milo tilts his head and looks at Olivia skeptically. When she's finished, she takes Milo to her neighbor Alma, who likes to take care of Milo. “Oh, do you have a headache?” Alma wants to know sympathetically, as Olivia is wearing dark sunglasses. “Something like this.... It was late last night and the brightness is too much for me today!” Olivia explains with a sigh. “You were out?” smiles Alma. “About.....” sighs Olivia evasively. “Alone or with someone?” Alma follows up.

Olivia rolls her eyes, “Alma.... Don't tell me you didn't see the limo....” Alma chuckles in amusement, “Yes.... It was hard to miss... as was the man who picked you up....” She looks at Olivia expectantly. “Noah.... His name is Noah and he's not my boyfriend or my lover or whatever you're imagining.... He's sort of a business partner... he supports the clinic, yesterday was sort of a business dinner!” Olivia quickly explains. “Well... he didn't look like that.... The way he was beaming at you....” Alma probes. “But that's the way it is! I have to go, otherwise I'll be absolutely late!” Olivia ends the conversation, turning around as she leaves, ”I'll pick Milo up as usual, if it's going to be late, I'll let you know!” “All right... have fun!” Alma calls after her as Olivia walks back to her house to take her car to drive to the clinic. Olivia arrives far too late, takes ages to find a parking space and then hurries into the clinic. “Sorry!” she shouts from the entrance and rushes towards the lockers to change quickly. Marisol, one of the nurses, comes to meet her, “There's someone here to see you!” she explains meaningfully. “A woman?” Olivia wants to know immediately. “Hmm, a woman!” nods Marisol. “That's OK, Marisol, I'm expecting her!” nods Olivia. “I wonder what such a woman wants here with us!” asks Marisol. “She's a friend who needs my help....” explains Olivia quickly. “OK, do you want me to take her to the examination room?” Marisol wants to know. “No, it's OK, I'll take her!” smiles Olivia and goes off to fetch Nadja, who is sitting a little impatiently in the waiting area, sticking out. When she sees Olivia, she immediately jumps up, “Oh, good that you're here!” she sighs, a little pale around the nose. “Are you feeling sick again?” Olivia immediately wants to know. “Again? Still!” Nadja snorts, ”Will it be long? I don't want Nicholas to get suspicious.... He's with me for the time being...with us, at home!”

“Nicholas is with Sergei?” Olivia asks, puzzled. “Yes, with Sergei and Boris, to be precise. The three of them get on really well!” smiles Nadja. “It's all so crazy....” laughs Olivia, but then becomes serious, ”We're hurrying with everything... but Nadja, think about everything very carefully!” Nadja nods slowly, “Yeah... I know... but like I said... I really can't keep it!” “I'm sure we'll find a solution!” smiles Olivia, taking Nadja with her. As the gynecologist performs the ultrasound, Nadja holds on to Olivia's hand and both women stare at the screen. Olivia's heart clenches as she clearly sees the little creature with the beating heart on it.

“FUCK!” Nadja gasps, ”That's already a baby.....” “Well, more precisely, a fetus... You are now in the 10th week of pregnancy, if your information is correct!” explains the gynecologist with a smile. Nadja looks desperately at Olivia, “How should I.....” she leaves the sentence unspoken. “We'll talk about that later, when Dr. Smith is finished here!” Olivia strokes her arm reassuringly. “FUCK... I can't get it removed!” Nadja hisses a little later in Olivia's doctor's room, ”But how is that supposed to work?” “Hmm, you're a first-time mother, you can't usually see your belly that quickly.... Then wear oversize clothes... and when it becomes obvious, take some time off... you need a rest or something..... don't have the baby here in the city, but somewhere safe for you and your child, where nobody will notice. Preferably anonymously!” suggests Olivia. “And Nicholas?” gulps Nadja. “Well... as fond as he is of children, that shouldn't be a problem, should it?” smiles Olivia. “No....” sighs Nadja, ”But me and a mom.... Oh God, that poor child!” Olivia lovingly takes Nadja in her arms, “You'll be a great mother because you know what's important and you care about the people you love, fighting for them like a lioness....”

Nadja stiffens in her arms, “You're talking about him.....” she gulps. “Even....” Olivia whispers harshly, ”You didn't give up until you found him... you and Nicholas pulled him out of the rubble.... At least you brought him back to me! That means so much to me.....” Nadja's throat gets tight, she has to clear her throat, she gets hot and cold at the same time, “Olivia... I......” she swallows, on the verge of finally, finally telling Olivia the truth. But then she stops because she doesn't know how to tell her that Joakim isn't dead after all... Nadja hates herself so much for not telling Olivia the truth straight away, but Doi more or less put a gun to her head, threatening to withdraw his support, pointing out that Joakim was going to die anyway after what the doctors had said. Nadja didn't want to push Olivia into absolute emotional chaos, she had seen how she felt at the time. And to be honest, she didn't expect Joakim to survive either. His injuries were far too severe.... But the fact that he survived, that he can walk again, that he didn't suffer any damage from all this - well, apart from a few minor things - is an absolute miracle that absolutely nobody would have expected... Nadja dreads the day when he returns... and she just knows that he will come back and then she can only hope that he still has such a big heart and can forgive her.

“Nadja, what's wrong, you're suddenly completely pale!” startled, Olivia puts a hand on her shoulder. “It's all right... it's just... a lot... a lot!” she swallows. “I know, dear, but who can deal with it if not you!” smiles Olivia. Nadja looks thoughtfully at Olivia, “You're much stronger than me.....” she whispers harshly and hugs Olivia tightly, who is surprised by this, but also embraces Nadja. “I'm glad you're my friend!” Nadja declares quietly. “I really am.....” Olivia nods and both women look at each other. “Who would have thought....” Nadja shakes her head. “I certainly didn't at first!” Olivia explains brittlely and Nadja has to laugh, ”I definitely didn't either, I hated you at first!” “Well, my feelings were in no way inferior!” Olivia shrugs her shoulders. “It's a good thing that's changed!” Nadja nods seriously. “Yes.....” explains Olivia, ”But to come back to your pregnancy, I'll write you a vitamin supplement to take and we'll make another appointment for a check-up. Also, no alcohol, no cigarettes!” “Heavens, I know that myself!” Nadja rolls her eyes before leaving. Olivia accompanies her, watches her leave the clinic and freezes when she sees a dark figure standing diagonally behind her out of the corner of her eye. But when she turns around, startled, it is gone. Olivia looks around searchingly. For God's sake, you're getting really paranoid, she scolds herself and walks back, shaking her head. Joakim stands behind the door to the storeroom, his heart pounding. Damn, that was close... he was careless in his longing to see Olivia. But seeing her AND Nadja together... well, he had to digest that first. Nadja...... damn... he owes her his life, her and Ruffilo, he knows that, but then WHY did she practically betray him? Why did she play Doi's game.... Then why was he so stupid and let himself get rattled. Damn so much wasted time... but even now he doesn't dare just go to Olivia.... She'd either faint or strangle him for doing this to her... he's convinced of it. He doesn't see any other option, although he wants nothing more than for her to just hug him and everything to be okay again... like it used to be.... Says she loves him... God... how can he face her?

Then there's Doi.... Yesterday, when Joakim was back in his small apartment in a daze, he couldn't turn off his thoughts, his fears. His thoughts were constantly revolving around Doi and Olivia.... The more he thought about it, the angrier and more desperate he became.... By now, he's pretty sure that his Liv and Doi are having an affair... Damn, but that can't actually be... right? OR? It keeps roaring in his head. He just can't turn it off. He has to get out of here immediately, not that someone else might come in here by chance, then what? He carefully peers through the crack in the door and scurries out just when there's so much going on that no one will be paying attention to him. He pulls his baseball cap down over his face and quickly leaves the clinic. He needs to be clear about Olivia and Doi, that's the first thing he has to decide... only then can he decide whether he can really get in Olivia's face.... Will step in.

He immediately starts to doubt again... will she still want me at all.... Now... so.... Disfigured? Maybe it would be best to just disappear back to Sweden and try to start a new life there, try to forget. But Joakim knows that just wouldn't work.... He could never forget Liv in his life.

As Olivia walks to her car that evening, she again has the feeling that she is being watched. She looks around restlessly. Her gaze wanders over the parked cars at the side of the road and in the parking lot until she stops at a car, or rather a black SUV with tinted windows. Her breath catches for a moment, then unbridled rage flares up inside her.... That fucking asshole, that shitty bastard, it races through her head as she stomps towards the car, furious as hell. Her eyes are glowing and her hands are clenched into fists as she stops in front of it and bangs vigorously on the window. When nothing happens, she bangs on it again. “Open up... tell your fucking boss not to do that..... he shouldn't dare let me be watched!” she shouts angrily. The window slowly lowers and two pairs of almond-shaped eyes focus on her. “I knew it......” Olivia hisses, beside herself and punches the hood of the car, ”WHAT THE FUCK?” “Mr. Davis is concerned for her safety!” one of the men explains. “FUCK.... He can save himself the trouble, he just needs to leave me alone!” Olivia hisses, pulling out her cell phone and dialing Doi. It doesn't take five seconds and he picks up. “Olivia... did you have.....” is as far as he gets. “Why are you monitoring me?” Olivia hisses immediately, ”What the fuck?” “Olivia....” sighs Doi. “No, not OLIVIA.... Cut the fucking tone.... What the fuck?” hisses Olivia, pale with anger. “I just want what's best for you, to protect you, to make sure nothing happens to you!” declares Doi sternly. “FUCK OFF!!!” yells Olivia at him, ”Then just leave me alone... how about that?” “Oh, you want me to leave you alone? Seriously? YOU called me to help you, your patients.... Besides, I helped you finance the clinic, YOU asked me to do that.... And now you're saying I won't leave you alone..... really Olivia?” Doi hisses back.

“None of this gives you the right to keep me under surveillance for weeks!” Olivia hisses back. Silence. “For weeks.....” gulps Doi. “YES, FOR WEEKS, DAMN IT!” hisses Olivia back. “Olivia, believe me, my men have only been here to look after you since today....” Doi declares sternly. “Don't fuck with me!” growls Olivia. “I'm not!” Doi assures her, ”Only since today, I swear!” “But..... then who's watching me all the time?” gulps Olivia. “Are you sure?” Doi wants to know. “Yes... I've had the feeling I was being watched for weeks, even today at the clinic... but no one was there.... And then I saw the car with your people......” explains Olivia. “Those idiots!” hisses Doi angrily, ”But Olivia, really, my men have only been there to look after you since today!” “Real professionals... of course that makes me feel totally safe and protected!” hisses Olivia sarcastically. “Like I said, idiots.....” growls Doi. “Then who was watching me?” Olivia wants to know with a queasy feeling in her stomach. “Well, I'll find out, don't worry!” growls Doi, ”And please, do me a favor, let me protect you, please... you mean way too much to me to let anything happen to you!” “Noah....” sighs Olivia. “Please.... Please Olivia, let me do this for you. I'll leave you alone otherwise, I promise. But please, let me protect you!” pleads Doi urgently. “I don't know... but not at the clinic... that would cause far too much disruption to everything!” Olivia restricts, ”And not at my house either... just not that!” “OK, your rules, I'll stick to them!” Doi promises immediately. “Because of me.....” snorts Olivia ”And you leave me alone....” “Yeah, fine by me!” growls Doi, disappointed but glad that Olivia accepts his men for her protection. “And please tell me WHO has been watching me all this time!” gulps Olivia. “I will!” nods Doi seriously. “Good...then....” Olivia doesn't know what else to say. “See you soon....” Doi swallows and hangs up, then angrily throws his cell phone on the floor with all his might and kicks it across the floor. FUCK... such assholes.... What kind of idiots did he pick to watch Olivia! And WHO is watching her? But he can only think of one answer to this question right now.... It can only be Karlsson.... Cursed.... He must be here again... FUCK!!! If Ruffilo is right in his warning, he should be more careful.... God in heaven... Olivia will hate with all her heart.... She'll probably never forgive him for that in her life. Doi's mind is racing... what the hell is he supposed to do now? He thinks for a moment, grabs his spare cell phone from his desk and then dials Ruffilo. “You were right...” he hisses immediately when Ruffilo picks up, ”Karlsson is probably here again!” “How would you know that?” asks Ruffilo. “Well, Olivia's been feeling watched for weeks, but hasn't seen anyone... it can only be Karlsson!” hisses Doi. “And she's calling you.....” Ruffilo follows up. “Yes... my stupid men are apparently too stupid to monitor a person... she recognized them immediately today and then shouted at me on the phone... then accused me of doing this for weeks, having them watched..... I didn't!” Doi explains. “Well..... then it's probably Karlsson!” nods Ruffilo seriously. “You know what that means....” growls Doi. “That he's coming for Olivia!” snorts Ruffilo, ”Nobu, she was never yours and never will be in my lifetime... even if Karlsson really were dead. She was always just his and always will be!”

“We had sex.... Good sex..... I... she means a fucking lot to me!” Doi chokes out. “Not your fucking serious.... You just took her?” hisses Ruffilo angrily. “Are you crazy? You think I took her..... For God's sake, no.... We were arguing and I kissed her just because, she triggers something in me.... I can't explain it to you. She returned the kiss, took my clothes off... one thing led to another” Doi hisses, ”It was great.... SHE is great... I've never felt that way with any other woman. She drives me crazy and could have anything from me at the same time, just anything!” “You're in love with her!” Ruffilo gulps, stunned. “Yes, I love her... damn it, I fucking love her!” screams Doi. “Does she know that?” Ruffilo wants to know. “No, yes, I hinted at it, but she doesn't take me seriously, says you and I will never get together!” Doi explains. “Which she's right about, you know that!” nods Ruffilo. “I just need more time.....” adds Doi. “No, Nobu, that wouldn't change anything. She only loves one man and that's Karlsson!” explains Ruffilo seriously. “She'll forget him!” growls Doi. “God, Nobu... you're not an idiot yourself!” snorts Ruffilo, ”No, she never will in her life. HE was THE one, you know? HE was her reason for everything she did, wanted to do. HE was and remains the love of her life! And now he's back!” “He hasn't shown himself to her yet!” growls Doi, ”Besides.... He's been away for so long.... Maybe.....” “NO, NOBU! He loves her more than anything in the entire fucking world. More than his life, which he willingly sacrificed for her to keep her safe. He IS dead to her, my God...” hisses Ruffilo, ”What do you think he'll do to you if you dare come between him and Olivia. If you dare to claim her for yourself? Apart from the fact that Olivia would kill you anyway?”

“DAMN!” Doi angrily slaps his desk with the flat of his hand. “Nobu, face it.... You lost, never could win...” sighs Ruffilo. “So you want me to give it up!” growls Doi. “You have to... besides, you never had her... not like Karlsson.....” declares Ruffilo sternly. “DAMN!” curses Doi again. “Something else... something that probably won't put you in a better mood... but the Italians, or rather Folio, is becoming increasingly insolent and isn't keeping to the agreements he made with Nadja. He's married to Volkov's cousin Yelena and now thinks he has certain claims to Nadya's territory, business!” Ruffilo explains seriously. “FUCK! What does the little wanker want now......” snorts Doi. “The little wanker is not to be underestimated. He's certainly no Kolja, but an opponent to be taken seriously!” warns Ruffilo sternly. “Damn... the day is getting better and better. Why am I only finding out about this now?” Doi wants to know. “Well, Nadja thought and still thinks she can handle it herself. She doesn't know that I told you! But I don't want it to come to war. I want Nadja to be safe. Just like you Olivia. That's why I'm telling you now!” explains Ruffilo. “OK... I'll ask around and meet with Folio. See what I can do to make the little wanker keep his feet still and stick to the agreements we've made. Are you happy?” Doi wants to know. “Do that, and not a word to Nadja!” growls Ruffilo. “All right...” Doi hisses and hangs up, suppressing the impulse to scrap this cell phone too. Instead, he runs both hands through his hair.

What the hell is he supposed to do now? Really give up on Olivia? Even if it makes no sense to keep hoping for her? Ruffilo is right... she loves Karlsson, will always love him, but Nobu had hoped that in time she might love him too.... Damn, he meets THE woman he would do anything for and then this.... Heaven! Until now, it had always been the other way around. Nobu could have all the women he wanted, but he didn't want any of them for long. Olivia, on the other hand... there's something about her that drives him crazy. He's completely fascinated by her, he just has to have her.…

Damn.... angry, Nobu hits his desk again with the flat of his hand. Thinks feverishly.... If he could find Karlsson.... A thought forms in Nobu's mind, which he immediately dismisses. If he did that, he would lose his best friend since childhood and Olivia too, if she ever found out, and Nicholas would make sure of that, he realized. He would also be breaking the word he gave Karlsson back then. Security for him and Olivia, for life. Damn... In fact, he has no choice but to wait for Karlsson to make the first move. Or hope that Karlsson does NOT make the first move and simply disappears again. But the chances of that are slim, and Nobu knows that too.

“Who did you talk to on the phone?” Nadja wants to know from Nicholas. Sighing, he sits down on the couch and rests his arms on the backrest. Nadja sits down next to him and Nicholas puts his arm around her shoulders. “Nobu!” he growls.

“And.... Then why are you so angry?” Nadja asks, ‘You didn't tell him about the baby!’ Nadja sits up, startled. “No... no... I'm certainly not going to do that!” Nicholas immediately reassures her, ”No, it was about Olivia. Nobu has had her guarded since today. Which she noticed immediately. God, what kind of idiots did he choose for this....” “Why is he doing that?” Nadja wants to know, irritated. “He's worried about her, that something might happen to her. Anyway, Olivia accused him of having her watched for weeks....” sighs Nicholas. Nadja turns pale, “Joakim.....” she chokes out, “It can only be Joakim!” “I strongly suspect that too, yes!” Nicholas nods grimly, ”I told Nobu not to come between him and Olivia... I hope he's smart enough to take my advice!” “Do you think....” gulps Nadja anxiously. “That he wants revenge?” sighs Nicholas, ”On Nobu? On us? Because we kept Olivia from him?” “Yes....” whispers Nadja quietly. “Not if we leave him alone.... I helped him, Nadja. Gave him enough money to start over. Talked to him a lot! He's angry, hurt, but knows that you and I saved his life, just like Nobu....” Nicholas explains seriously. “You didn't tell me you were still in contact with him!” gulps Nadja.

“No, he didn't want me to tell you or Nobu.... He had a lot to sort out for himself, to think.... Licking his wounds, healing. He wasn't really well for a long time, you know, apart from his physical wounds. He's afraid that Olivia won't love him anymore, won't be able to love him the way he looks now. That she won't be able to forgive him for not being with her right away.... It's complicated. It's all bloody complicated!” sighs Nicholas. “Yes, it is, and I'm damn sorry that he has to suffer like this. And that he no longer trusts me.... Otherwise he would have come to me, not you!” swallows Nadja. “He had me!” smiles Nicholas, pulling Nadja close and kissing her tenderly, ‘Don't get so upset, it's not good for our baby!’ he beams. Ever since Nicholas found out that he was going to be a father again, he has been smitten. A child with Nadja... something he had dreamed of but never thought would happen. A miracle.... And he hopes Karlsson and Olivia will also experience their miracle.... Sergei and Boris were no less delighted and Nadja was the only one who didn't burst into fits of tears. Nicholas is aware that this child is a powder keg, precisely because Nadja has enough enemies in the organization who would welcome her failure, as well as conservative heads who would condemn this adultery and withdraw their support and approval from Nadja. It's a tricky story, so they all made a plan. As long as her belly can still be well concealed, Nadja will continue to do all the tasks as before, then gradually take herself out and hand over more responsibility to her right-hand man, Alexei, who is already in the loop, and Sergei. She herself will then come to him, stay until the child is born and then he will come here, together with the baby and his other children and foster children, to the house he bought here some time ago. A risky plan, but it could work out.....

When Olivia goes to pick Milo up from Alma, she takes her aside for a moment. “Do you actually have a surveillance camera on and in your house?” she wants to know worriedly, ”An alarm system?” “No... why?” Olivia asks, frowning. “Well.... Well, I don't want to worry you...” Alma presses on. “But?” Olivia wants to know in alarm. “Well, I saw someone sneaking around your house earlier... Milo was banging, that's why I saw him!” Alma explains seriously. “Him?” gulps Olivia, her eyes wide. “Yes, a man, dressed completely in black... Tall, slim, broad shoulders. I couldn't make out his face. For one thing, it was already quite dark, but he had a baseball cap on, pulled low over his face and the hood of his hoodie on top of that,” Alma describes the person. Olivia turns pale and has to hold on to the door frame. “God, what's wrong with you?” Alma asks, startled, and reaches out to support her. “Nothing....” Olivia chokes out, looking Alma straight in the eye, ‘His hands... did you see his hands?’ Olivia wants to know urgently. “Yes... but he was wearing black gloves. Do you know him?” Alma wants to know. “I don't know.....” Olivia gasps, ”No, probably not... because that can't be. It absolutely can't be...” she mumbles to herself in horror. Alma shakes her lightly by the arm, which brings Olivia out of her shock.

“You're scaring me! What's going on? Are you in trouble?” Alma asks anxiously. “I have no idea.... No, not really!” Olivia shakes her head. “Do you want me to come over?” Alma asks gently. Olivia suddenly tightens up, “No, but I have somewhere to be... could you keep Milo with you in the meantime? I'm hurrying too!” “Of course!” Alma swallows in surprise and looks questioningly after Olivia, who suddenly runs towards her car, gets in and drives off. Olivia's mind races... the description of the man who is said to have been sneaking around her house.... No... it can't be... it can't be HIM.... He's dead.... Dead for 2 cursed years..... This can never, ever be Joakim.... Nevertheless, her heart races like crazy, she feels sick and a burning sensation spreads through her chest.... Hope, crazy hope.... But she was at his funeral..... she shoos the hope away. Suddenly she feels freezing cold... she has never seen his body directly... Doi, Nicholas and Nadja have more or less stopped her from looking at him up close, touching him one last time, stroking him.... It would be too traumatic, as his body, his head would be crushed.... And Olivia was so pumped up on sedatives that she couldn't put up much of a fight. Olivia shakes her head in bewilderment... they couldn't have lied to her... could they? Have they? God..... They can't have simply lied to her... and if you did.... Then why didn't Joakim come to her? FUCK, none of this makes any sense at all... absolutely no sense. Olivia stops in the parking lot with a blank stare as she reaches her destination. It's pitch black by now, but she doesn't care as she gets out and locks her car, walking into the sprawling lot with the high fence around it. She knows the path in her sleep... she has walked it umpteen times in the past two years. It doesn't take long before she is standing in front of Joakim's grave.

A gray granite stone with his name and dates bears witness to Joakim's past existence. Instead of a cross, a shining star is engraved above his name... the North Star. Olivia strokes it with trembling fingers. He can't possibly be alive... can he? OR??? Doubts run through Olivia and she can barely breathe properly. What the hell is she doing here? Hastily she looks around... the cemetery is deserted... should she really..... Damn!!! She remembers that she doesn't have a shovel or anything else with her... and how is she supposed to explain WHY she's digging up a body if she gets caught?! But Olivia's doubts harden. She thinks feverishly, then turns around and runs back to her car. Well... she needs to plan that better, first of all she wants to get a surveillance camera and an alarm system... then a decent shovel, a spade.... And ask Daniel to help her. Daniel is Alma's son and is ready for anything, as Olivia knows very well, because she can't ask Doi, Nicholas, Nadja or Alexei to support her in her crazy plan to dig up Joakim's body. Because if he is still alive, these four know about it, which rekindles Olivia's anger.... So if he's still alive, they've lied to everyone.... FUCK, I'll never forgive them for this, Olivia grumbles angrily.

[ariendiel]

If Noah and Priya get together after Nope's breakup post-villa, what would every islanders' reaction would be like?

Noah and Priya getting together after the show? Oh now that's 👀👀

Like, I think quite a few of them would feel both betrayed and vindicated. For instance, Hope will be hurt but also suddenly have a "hah I knew it!" over him considering how he tried to keep denying having feelings for Priya while in the Villa when they had the whole he-has-an-ex-named-priya drama. I think Lottie as well will be smug as she has one more thing to hold against Priya, even if they got together after the show after Nope breaking up – she's the queen of petty after all. Hannah will go along with whatever Lottie is doing and feeling, so she'll probably be snarky on socials too whenever Lottie is.

I think Marisol will shrug and be rather indifferent, in her mind the show is over so it's all whatever. I think people like Elisa, Jakub, Lucas and the other more competitive Islanders will feel the same (aka not much). Henrik will completely miss that they're even together until they next meet up or something lol, whereas Bobby will be a bit conflicted as he probably knows (as do they all, but Bobby will forever be especially conflicted around Noah because in my mind he has a crush on him) that it won't last but are happy they're at least having fun.

Rahim will be a bit sad because he always had a thing for Priya really, but then again he's with or was with Jo by the end so he's mostly over it and will manage to be happy for his friend. Gary as well will just be happy for his gym crew mate, hoping he'll get to enjoy a relationship for once even if it most likely won't be forever.

Finally, Chelsea will be over the top excited as always, probably finding it super romantic and whatnot because she's just that person.

Thank you for the ask, this was fun! Sorry if I forgot someone, but it's a lot of Islanders to remember 😅🤍

[dragon-swords-prophecies]

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My WIPs:

Herald At Dawn (#wip: herald at dawn)

Synopsis: 11 years ago a woman named Marisol Ekker was murdered by the wife of her son's father, Evelyn Belmont. Despite evidence to the contrary, Evelyn Belmont was acquitted, and faced no punishment. Nearly a decade later, investigative reporter Alexandrina McLelland approached Marisol Ekker's son, Nathaniel--who was 12 at the time of her death--, to write an article about the corruption present in the case. Shortly after the article is published a string of murders begins, with no seeming rhyme or reason to connect the victims. But the timing seem suspect, and as the fallout of the articles publishing hits Nathaniel, more and more people keep dying, until the killer targets somebody much closer to home than Alex would've ever guessed.

Herald At Dawn was originally done for NaNo 2023 (I did a half nano, 25k not 50k), and its a steampunk murder mystery with a dash of fantasy. Set in a city called Volimere, it tells the story of the staff of a newspaper called The Clockwork Herald, and their adventures with a murder. The main POV character is Alexandrina McLelland (she/her), an investigative reporter. It's gay as fuck and also the first in what I intend to be a series!

Backburner WIPs:

Some context: The first three are all inspired by dnd characters/campaigns, and are in the same world/universe. The fourth is also in the same universe & dnd inspired, but it doesn't have a specific character attached to it.

Frost & Fire (#wip: frost & fire)

Synoposis: The death of an ancient primordial dragon brings the greatest (if not that well known) adventurers of the last centuries together. Enna Helder-Kromlin, half-Elf thief and contractor for the crown of Halmond, along with her sister, Anne, leader of the thieves guild Oleski. Anastrannia & Redari Galendel, twin half-Frost Dragon, half-Elves, one a shadow ranger and one a shadow sorcerer. They must work together, if not get along, to stop a evil dragon named Dizerdrat from trying to claim the power released by the death for himself, because if he does his could conquer the world��and would.

Frost & Fire is my original WIP, and I need to rework the plot a lot, but I still quite like it. Its about two twin half-elves named Anne (she/they) and Enna (any pronouns) Helder-Kromlin , and their efforts to stop a dragon from using magic (that he got from killing another, different dragon who was as old as time, pretty much) to conquer the world (this one particular continent, but despite the fact that they're spectacularly well traveled for half-elf orphans neither of them have ever actually left the continent, so its the world to them). Along the way they meet Anastrannia (she/they/ze) and Redari (they/he) Galendel, two siblings who have a lot of secrets and know a suspicious amount about dragons. This has a wip intro, though it isn't super current, but I'm linking it anyway.

One of Copper (#wip: one of copper)

Synopsis: The current god of death, Illa, came to power during a war between the gods a thousand years ago. A wizard is now trying to start another one, aiming to kill a god and take their place. Illa does not want to see another celestial war. She has no direct influence on the mortal plane, however, and so she outsources the quest to a ragtag group of heroes, when the original group of heroes sends back a memo saying that they're retired, and she can come down herself and make them go herself if she's so insistent.

One of Copper is about a bard named Kairon (he/they) and his friends, Ash (she/her, 60-something blacksmith), Joshua (he/him, quarter-elf fighter with minor nature magic and a massive crush), and Elas (they/them, elf sorcerer who is mildly (read: Very) cursed) & their adventures. Originally this was gonna be high fantasy, then it was gonna be lighthearted high fantasy, and now its gone in the exact opposite direction into high fantasy except much sadder than the original. Its about Death trying to stop a war between the gods that a wizard is trying to start, because the wizard wants to become one. (the goddess of death is called Illa. she's inspired by the Raven Queen in d&d).

UNNAMED, aka Enna's Prequel (PREV: Angel's Daughters) (#wip: ennas prequel)

By the time they were 19 years old, Enna and Anne Helder-Kromlin had been accused of murder once, imprisoned at least three times, and orphaned twice. By the time they were forty, those numbers would be changed to six, fourteen, and one, respectively. They had only ever actually committed four of the murders they were accused of, as Enna liked to remind people. Unfortunately, they had also been the targets of a blood feud, gotten kidnapped then almost killed by a necromancer, and twice had to go into hiding.

This is the backstory of Anne and Enna. Its set approx. 10-20 years before Frost & Fire, and it shows how they ended up where they are now, and their adventures. This is directly based off the original d&d campaign I played with Enna as my PC, and the main plot elements are a necromancer named Eleanor, a murdered brother, blood feuds (of a sort), and various other things. This is unnamed. It was previously called Angel's Daughters, but that rather spoiled the ending.

Silence and Secondhand Souls (#wip: silence and secondhand souls)

Fate is an interesting thing. Some doubt it even exists. Not me. Not anymore. Souls don’t rest until they’ve told their story, and I’ve got a long way to go yet. My friends are dead and so am I, haunting a narrative I never got a choice in. How exactly did that happen, you ask? Let me start at the beginning. Or the end, rather. I died when I was 21 years old.

Silence and Secondhand Souls is a first person POV story, narrated by Alexandra Rovenowa. She is dead. This is the story of how she died, set seventy years or so before Frost & Fire. It is also the story of how history likes to repeat itself, and how sending kids on quests for the sake of the world is bad, and of a kind Death, despite it all. (This is my most dramatic wip. Its a tragedy, and I really, really like it.) This does not have a current wip intro.

[prestonmonterey]

if elijah is steve's villain arc then joshua is miles' even more pathetic arc

WAIT OMG YOURE SO RIGHT

miles is my pathetic boy <333

i read the script last summer and claimed him as my silly little twink and my friends were like "what about the lesbians????"

i also really like orcus and need to draw more fanart of him but thats just bc demon (adam maybe?)

vera or vira or whatever her name is would be yvonne i guess?

chuck could mayyybe be sydney but only on pa night bc hes short <3

fuck i like forgot most of the plot ok umm

could agnes or tilly or lilith somehow transfer to marisol and salem? idk... agnes could like mayyybe be salem

could kalliope be juniper? being british is like almost the same as not understanding human emotion right? /j

[elysynn]

Shattered Rose Lenses

A 9-1-1 Story

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Character: Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Episode s07e10: All Fall Down (9-1-1 TV), Angst, Unreliable Narrator, Episode Tag Words: 853

Summary: Christopher makes a decision in the wake of his father's recent choices. A ficlet character study of adolescent Christopher. Spoilers for 7x9 (minor) and 7x10.

AO3 or FFN

A/N: This short little piece is an attempt to get into Christopher’s head following his reaction to seeing Kim and Eddie. I think in 7x10, we see aspects of both Eddie and Shannon in Christopher, perhaps more so than any other episode.  Anyway – this is the head of an adolescent boy whose assessment of events may not necessarily be… fair.

Christopher’s last unit in Language Arts before the end of school had been about idioms.  They’d talked about many over the last couple weeks of class.  The straw that broke the camel’s back. That particular one had been rolling around in his head ever since Marisol left. Here he was, that stupid broken camel. His teacher would have been proud that he drew a real-life parallel.

He hated Los Angeles.

Los Angeles had brought him nothing but fear, pain, and uncertainty.

Mom died here.

Dad almost died, more than once here.

Buck almost died also more than once.

He almost died.

Dad had nearly lost his mind because of this city.

Seeing the ghost of his dead mother embracing his father ripped open every scab he’d grown. It was overwhelming. He couldn’t listen to his father. Or whatever her name had been.  Nothing they had to say mattered anyway in the face of fresh grief.

Los Angeles sucked.�� El Paso had been quieter. Safer. Everything had been better in Texas.  After Dad finally stopped knocking at his door and gone to bed he made the phone call. He asked his grandparents to bring him home. He knew it would hurt Dad. And he wanted it to. It could never hurt as much as the betrayal of bringing that woman into their home.  How could Dad have been so selfish?

Sleep was a long time coming.  When it finally came the dreams of drowning resurfaced for the first time in ages.

He’d been awake, wiping away silent tears of fear and anger when Dad resumed knocking at the door in the morning. He heard the doorbell and knew it was Buck. He knew Buck would be at his door next, talking to him on behalf of his dad. And that just made him angrier. Because it had happened too many times now. Dad would screw up, and Buck would somehow smooth things over. Buck always seemed to clean up Dad’s messes. Just another way his dad was selfish.

The doorbell rang again. Hearing the muffled voices of his grandparents roused him from the bed. Relief rose in his heart and he grabbed his backpack to start packing. They were in the kitchen; he could hear the tone of his dad’s voice. He didn’t sound sorry, he sounded caught. 

And then Buck’s voice.

Something about Captain Nash and the hospital.

He hated Los Angeles.

And just like that, Dad and Buck were gone. The anger flared hotter. Dad couldn’t even stay and fight to keep him home. He flung open the door to his bedroom and slammed the door to the bathroom. It had been a long night, he had to pee.

His grandmother offered to make him something to eat when he came to the kitchen, but he wasn’t hungry. He didn’t want to talk about last night.  He just wanted to leave.  The fresh image of his mother standing in the living room kept appearing in spite of his best efforts.  And now, Mom’s memory was tainted.  Because of her.

While they packed, his grandparents asked if he was sure he wanted to do this. And again later. If they asked one more time he might explode.  They refused to leave until Dad got back.  Said Dad deserved to see him off and say goodbye.  At least they didn’t try to apologize for Dad.  Christopher didn’t see why it mattered if they waited. It wasn’t as if he was Dad’s highest priority these days.

Sure, Dad said he loved him. But actions said otherwise.

How many times had he been dumped at Marisol or Buck’s lately? How many times did Dad make life changing decisions without even talking to him first? And Dad thought he was being unreasonable?

No, he was making the right decision. Los Angeles sucked and life had been terrible since they moved here.

He missed Mom more than he had in a long time.

And it was all Dad’s fault.

He couldn’t stand to look at Dad. Looking at him meant seeing her.

And that wound kept reopening.

Later that night as he stared out the plane window to the dark desert below, he thought about Buck’s words. Buck seemed to think that whatever that woman’s name was, had been a mistake.  Christopher wasn’t sure he believed that. No, Dad had been selfish. He’d done it on purpose. How could Dad bring Mom home, only to snatch her away again?

He resolved to be happy in El Paso.

“…in five minutes or five months… you call, and I’ll come bring you home…”

He didn’t want his dad to bring him back to Los Angeles, because all the worst things in his life had happened there. But maybe, if Christopher made himself happy enough in Texas, Dad would move back. Dad might find it in himself to love his son enough to give up his cursed life filled with death and ghosts in LA. Christopher felt his resolve harden.  He glanced over to his grandparents, catching his grandmother’s loving eye and she smiled. Yes. He was going to be happy.

[littlerosetrove]

I'm not the only one with this sentiment, but I will say shame on 911 for boasting about their inclusivity - having a prominent character this season discovering/understanding that they're bi - and yet still employing a bigot, Edy Ganem (or whatever the hell her last name is). There's just no way someone at 911, and someone high up like Tim Minear, has not learned the fact that Edy is a homophobe and transphobe.

I'm positive even now people keep forgetting the existence of the character Marisol. So truly, they could have recast the character (it's for different reasons, but they recast Harry, so it can be done) any time if they insist on keeping this nothing of a character until what seems to be the end of this season. Recasting would barely phase anyone. A moment of, "Oh they recast this minor character? Okay." and just move the fuck on.

Plus we wouldn't have to watch Ryan Guzman, a genuinely talented actor, have to carry every scene on his back when he's on screen with Edy. It's painful. And Ryan simply wouldn't have to, even though yes it's his job, be around a shitty person. Free him.

[eddiegettingshot]

Do you have any predictions on where eddies story is going this season, based on what we have seen so far?

honest to god i have no idea. like i’m not joking i haven’t even bothered wondering because 7x05 threw me so hard. if you asked me at the beginning of the season i would have said that he would probably dump marisol after working through his issues around shannon and connecting with chris about that stuff, and then maybe continued exploring his own wants/needs. now i’m like… 🤷🏾‍♀️ who tf knows.

the catholic guilt thing is honestly really weird to me because i genuinely like… ok, if i take my buddie goggles off? i still fully do not understand what the outcome of that arc is going to be if it’s NOT about him realizing the church has led him to repress an important part of his identity. where are they going with this? why does he suddenly care what god thinks of him? what is he trying to reconcile? how is he going to change once he accepts his feelings about god and the church? because maybe there could be something there about saving people/killing people/redemption/whatever but we already kind of did that in season 5 and the church never came up. they specifically rooted this arc in eddie’s feelings about relationships, intimacy, and shannon specifically. and if at the end of the road the conclusion is that he’s just… going to stay with marisol and keep trying with her? how does that change anything in the substance of his character? (of course this is just assuming that this whole catholic guilt thing is going to continue being something eddie reckons with rather than just being a device for his marisol issues, since rg’s interviews made it seem that way).

i also still don’t really understand what they’re doing with marisol. i can’t imagine she’ll have much of a presence in 7x06 so if 7x05 was like, them trying to keep her around/reintroduce her? is that going to start in the last 3 episodes of the season? she still doesn’t have a last name? even in 7x05 she had ZERO presence except for eddie getting in his head about her. still have no sense of who she is. they’re not treating her like she’s important at all so i’m still thinking a little bit that they could still have eddie be like, ok, we’ve slowed things down and in this process i have realized i was just looking for a shannon replacement and that’s not right and he could break up with her… but also i’m not like. holding out hope at all.

all of this to say: i literally don’t know lol. if anyone has any thoughts i would love to hear them

[othcrside]

with love matsuda @ the ivy september 1st ( @snowkisses )

Marisol was a changed woman. Emerging from the ashes comprised of her past life, encountering death so intimately had shifted something once integral in her. She had attained a heightened sense of fear, a renewed survival instinct, and more situational awareness than she had ever summoned from herself. For years, decades even, she'd succumbed to the fate prescribed to her by a psychiatrist at the ripe age of sixteen — she was eternally cursed, bound by a force beyond her understanding, to remain in a state of uncertainty and thrill. While exciting in the beginning, the novelty began wearing whenever she felt that bullet pierce through her skin and the metal trickle throughout and taint her blood. Life was not precious then; mortality didn't exist to the young witch, always brushing against the hind leg's of death without feeling the tendrils of its fingers grip stubbornly onto the nape of her neck. Finally, when the phenomenon of death had presented itself unto her wholly, she had snapped out of whatever childish frame of mind she'd been stuck in ever since realizing the chains that bound her to her illness for life.

She remembered the interactions that had taken place shortly before the incident, and Love Matsuda's name rang silvery and tempting in her mind whenever her existence resurfaced in the forefront of Marisol's cognizance. She was endlessly grateful that she'd given the young witch the time of the day, even if she was monetarily compensated, and she was hoping that now, they could develop their relationship into something more organic. So, on one dewy morning, she dialed in Love's number and invited her to lunch at the restaurant that she waitressed at — the employee discount, courtesy of her phenomenal employer, was not to be disregarded or underutilized. Despite the nature of the meeting bearing a stark contrast to that of their initial one, Marisol still felt compelled to dress up. She adorned the nicest clothes in her wardrobe: a navy blue cardigan, a very stylish graphic tee-shirt, her favorite thrifted plaid skirt, and, of course, sheer tights that were paired with her newly purchased Converse (she was, at last, convinced to relinquish the older pair that she had possessed since her sophomore year of high school.) After she found their seating, someplace without a draft and nearby the windows, she excitedly thumbed through the menu that she had memorized by heart before her gaze caught on Love's form approaching. "Love!" she exclaimed, a smile bubbling delightfully on her pink-tinged lips. "I'm so glad you could make it. Come, sit! I haven't even ordered yet. Wanna start with some wine?"