#ryan whippet clark

[weird-kid-maxx]

Reidy: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Whippet, not looking up from their book: Spear. Reidy: BLOCKED.

[final-bae-stination]

Incorrect Quote #4: Bondi Rescue

Reidy: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Whippet: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

[firebenderwolf]

Joel: We are clearly lost!

Harrison: We are not lost. We have just got a little turned around with the directions.

Jethro: THAT MEANS WE ARE LOST!

Maxi: Well you said to make a right!

Jethro: I said make a right next!

Maxi: Well that meant for me to turn right since we were at the stop!!

Harrison: Why don’t we just call someone?

Joel: You know damn well if we call someone then we will get more lost!

Harrison: Excuse me, I am not like you. Words don’t go in one ear and out the other one!

Meanwhile

Hoppo, Reidy and Whippet watching from the tower.

Hoppo: They are still in the car park.

Reidy: Should we help?

Whippet, with popcorn: As if! I’m enjoying this!

[adam-lallana]

Maxi: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Harrison: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Jake: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Harrison, learn to listen.

Max: What if it bites itself and I die?

Reidy: That’s voodoo.

Whippet: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Harrison: That’s correlation, not causation.

Max: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Reidy: That’s kinky.

Maxi: Oh my God.

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tags : @wardlowobsessed

[raisetheroos]

decided to watch a little australian movie called the black balloon purely for the fact that whippet from bondi rescue had a small role in it but fuck, now i’m crying because it was such a heartwarming story.

[spotlightsaga]

Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... 60 Days In (S03E02) Truth or Dare Airdate: March 9, 2017 @aetv Ratings: 1.102 Million :: 0.44 18-49 Demo Share Score: 7/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW*********** Once again, this is a far cry from Clark County Jail in Louisville Metro. Their was really no question for whether Gerson would or would not be going to go through with the program at the end of the first episode. Just seeing little snippets of the jail, how things are run in just a small little box, just obtaining a glimpse of an idea of what it would take to survive this jail.... I'm going have to say that there is no way I could possibly be mad at Gerson. I understand that someone else could have had his spot and stuck through it and mad a difference, but this is some terrifying shit right here. I don't think anyone who's never been faced with even the possibility of walking into a place like The Fulton County Jail... Like some of the jails down here in Miami-Dade County in Florida, Cook County Jail in Chicago, etc should be in any position to pass a judgement. And let be the first to tell you, these people who are participating are not safe, not by any means. A&E, Lucky 8, and the people that work at FCJ are not going to get to you quick enough if something bad happens and something bad very well could happen... Because just like they proved with the inclusion of an unstable inmate like Ricky in Clark Count Jail for S1 & S2, even moving him closer to Ryan at the end of S2, that tells me that these people don't give one flying fuck about the lives of these participants. Gerson got the feeling, he sensed that... And I'm not mad at that. The admissions process Jon experienced is very similar to the one I experienced in FCDC. This jail looks and is structured incredibly similar to that of FCDC, the layout is eerily indistinguishable... Especially South Annex, I-Pod where most of the the females are held. Jessica is on point, I got a feeling her man has briefed her and readied her for this. There is some fear there, but Jessica is almost excited to tackle this, especially compared to someone we see in this episode like Michelle. So far, Jessica is making all the right moves and ill say she is my favorite. The anxiety Michelle is experiencing is to be expected and I think once she actually gets in and gets settled, she is going to feel much better, but it will take time. Michelle is moved into the pod that Jessica is already in. They've made Jessica's bunkie, Lyric, to be dangerous but I already see bigger threats. I think with Lyric there's a very, 'Don't start no shit, won't be no shit,' vibe and that's respectable no matter what place she is in her life. A human being that clearly shows they have a code of honor isn't someone you can easily portray as a potential threat. Lyric is shown accepting pills and making paste called 'whippets' with her bunk mates, but Lyric is sharing. Honor among addicts. I already like Lyric, but like Jessica said 'I like her, but I don't know her.' Once again, Jessica is proving right off the bat she is one of the strongest cast members of S3 and I like that we are seeing a woman in that role as S1 & S2 were very male-focused when it came to the central role. I hope Jessica can stick it out because a female playing this role for the entire stint would be simply incredible. Even though she shows that she's intelligent and street smart, in the same breath she has a lot of pressures from home... And as much as her husband most likely briefed her and pumped her up for this experience, I'd imagine he will play a crucial role in whether she will stay till the end or not. Like I said before, whatever happens, I have respect for everyone who even walked in these walls. Michelle is thrown in a different cell than Jessica. These women in Michelle's cell are insane, for real... Well, as a man who prides himself on my knowledge and background of Psychology and Sociology, let me take that back. These women are straight up disrespectful animals. They are basically taunting Jessica and they tell her they 'lick pussy & nipples' and play strip poker screaming into the night, even prompting a guard to tell them to pipe down over the intercom. Not only do they get naked, they parade around the room making all kinds of noise. These women have no respect for themselves or anyone else... It's funny how production wants to paint Lyric in such a negative light, because I personally am much more on Lyrics level. I don't know her, but I have a basic understanding of her right away. All this other crazy nonsense in Michelle's pod would have me furious. Right away we see Lucky 8 is playing their normal games putting certain people in situations they may thrive in and others that will test them in more ways than one. I just got to shake my head. To the ones that actually go through with this, even if you don't make it to the end, you'll have my respect. I know that I keep saying that, but I feel the need to stress it, this is straight bananas. The men... Right off the bat I feel a strong connection to Jon and would say he is my favorite of the lot and I believe he is a man who would understand my values and convictions as I feel I do his. I'm rooting for everyone, but Jon is my male star so far. Calvin sticks out like a sore thumb. His bow tie in his interviews is telling. Sure, in jail everyone is basically wearing the same thing, but it's more about how you carry yourself than anything. Because jails and prisons, especially in a jail like FCJ, there are going to be a lot of separatists and self-segregation, this may work to Jon's advantage, but I don't see it working to Calvin's. Calvin mentions BLM in his interviews, however you feel about how they go about spreading their message is irrelevant and that's not something I care to discuss under the light of Spotlight Saga (I have loyal readers that are very polarized by BLM, for respect for everyone it's something I won't simply won't tackle. You have seen me champion issues like raising awareness of the effects of the 'fetishization of black skin' via shows like 'Chewing Gum'. For me that's nu-existentialism and about perspective. It's very important to me for everyone to switch shoes but BLM is not my fight. All I can do is respect the basic human right for equality l, recognize that things aren't where they should be, know that we can do better, and try to do my part where I can)... My fear is that Calvin will have a tough time sinking into his cover story and what essentially will be a character. His convictions are strong and that is good. I feel like he's in it for the right reasons, but will he be able to check his agenda and simply play the game? Calvin is moved into Zone 500 with other young men of his age. These men are young, arrogant, and aggressive. Calvin should be scared. He's moved into a cell with a 19 year old with a deep voice who is in under charges of 'Robbery By Force'. Calvin refers to him as a 'baby' due to his age... If Calvin doesn't adapt quick, then he's going to have a huge problem. I tend to like Calvin because of his motivations, he's earnest and I respect that. Time will tell, this will be no cake walk for anyone. Don is moved to the same to the same pod as Jon, Zone 600. This pod is mainly older men and is ruled by a tyrant named DelRico. Jon has already recognized him as the podboss and acts accordingly. Don is the type of man with a chip on his shoulder. He questions everything and everyone. The producers know this and have him strategically placed in DelRico's cell. This could get ugly. Immediately Don makes the wrong moves, unlike Jessica (who was most likely schooled to the Nines by her prison savvy husband), Don just moves DelRico's things and sets up shop. The first thing out of DelRico'a mouth is, 'You just fucked up.' Don, that's a promise. You wanna ask the man why? Don and Calvin are already wearing targets on their back, especially Don. However Don champions 'the fight against recidivism', which as I was growing up was put to me in 'Narcotics Anonymous' terms by my step-father who is still a successful recovering addict... 'Repeating the same behavior over and over and expecting different results'... Recidivism is basically NA's definition of insanity applied to criminal behavior, "the tendency of a convicted criminal to reoffend." Will Don be able to let his guard down, check his male ego, and work towards his ultimate goal? Again, I'm certainly not rooting against anyone. Don is just in the messiest of situations right off the bat. Unfortunately, I truly believe it was producers' intention. Don is strong man, hopefully he will defeat the slick underhandedness that we've seen the Lucky 8 Producers play. Reality Shows are the ugliest of games, and '60 Days In' is the ugliest of them all. Game on.

[xxwhippetfanxx-blog]

Favourite man ever!!!!!

[weird-kid-maxx]

Masterlist!

MY BABYSITTER'S A VAMPIRE

BONDI RESCUE

[weird-kid-maxx]

Reidy: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Whippet: What did you do?! Reidy: A MISTAKE

[weird-kid-maxx]

The Lifeguard's Secret

Brought to you by Story Generator (Link).

Warnings: Mentions of ab*se, se**f-h**m, and other triggering topics. Please read with caution!!!

Third Person POV

Once upon a time, in the modern world, there was a young man named Lachie. He was a lifeguard at Bondi Beach, known for his bravery and dedication. However, behind his cheerful demeanor, Lachie carried a heavy secret.

Lachie lived in an abusive household, enduring physical and emotional torment every day. The scars on his body were hidden beneath his lifeguard uniform, but his teammates couldn't help but notice his change in behavior. He also played a part in the self-harm scars littering his body as well, but he couldn't stop.

One sunny afternoon, as they sat in the lifeguard tower, Reidy and Whippet decided it was time to confront Lachie. Concerned for their friend's well-being, they approached him gently, asking if something was wrong.

Lachie hesitated at first, unsure if he could trust them with his painful truth. But the genuine concern in their eyes made him realize that he didn't have to face his struggles alone. With a deep breath, he opened up and shared everything.

Tears streamed down Lachie's face as he recounted the horrors he endured at home. Reidy and Whippet listened intently, their hearts breaking for their friend. Their son, even. They offered their unwavering support and vowed to help him escape the cycle of abuse.

Together, they devised a plan to ensure Lachie's safety. They contacted the authorities, providing them with the necessary evidence to take action against his abusers. Lachie was filled with a mix of fear and relief, knowing that his life was about to change forever.

In the following days, Lachie moved into a safe house, with Whippet and his wife and kids, away from the toxic environment that had haunted him for so long. Reidy and Whippet stood by his side, offering him the love and support he desperately needed.

As time passed, Lachie's wounds began to heal, both physically and emotionally. With the help of therapy and the unwavering friendship of Reidy and Whippet and the rest of the team, he regained his strength and found a renewed sense of purpose.

Lachie's story served as a reminder to every lifeguard, new and old, at Bondi Beach of the importance of compassion and looking out for one another. His bravery in sharing his truth inspired others to speak up and seek help when faced with similar challenges.

And so, Lachie's journey from darkness to light became a beacon of hope for all who crossed his path. With his newfound resilience, he continued to save lives on the shores of Bondi Beach, now armed with the knowledge that he was never alone.

[final-bae-stination]

Sick (Bondi Rescue)

Prompt: Lachie is sick. Will, his "big brother" (roommate) is trying to force him to stay home, but when Lachie's sickness and fever spikes to the point where he's delusional, Will has to take him to the ER. And also, Hutz feels bad, because Hutz got him sick in the first place.

Warnings: Sick Lachie; Passing Out In The Shower; Delusional Sickness; Hospitals; Dangerous Fevers; Concerned Will Bigelow; Big Brother Will; Little Brother Lachie; Concerned Will; Guilty Harrison Reid.

Third Person POV

Lachie stared vacantly at his bedroom wall, trying to figure out if he could convince his roommate/older brother figure, Will, that he was good to work today. Lachie's chest was a little heavy, his breath a little wheezy, and he was feeling feverish, but he figured he'd just slept under the blankets too long. He sighed, chest rattling, and broke into a coughing fit as he tried to get up. He stumbled to his closet, grabbing a shirt, and Will appeared in the doorway. "What're you doing?" He asked. "Getting...a shirt?" Lachie frowned. "Why? You're not going in." "I am, though." "Nah, mate, think Hutz got you sick." "I'm fine."

Will gave him a flat look as Lachie coughed--again. "Will, it's a cough, that's a human thing to do, isn't it?" He grabbed some joggers (sweatpants) from his dresser before moving to the bathroom, hearing Will call, "Yes, but you're sick!"

Lachie ignored him, starting the shower and kicking the door shut, sighing and breaking into another coughing fit. He was really gonna kill Hutz. He'd had the flu last week and hadn't really realized it until he threw up, three times at work, and Hoppo literally forced Maxi to take the boy home. Not to mention Hutz almost passed out, in the ocean, twice. Stepping under the hot water, Lachie started feeling his muscles relax and groaned, tipping his head back. He must've blacked out or something, because he woke up to Will throwing the door open, grabbing Lachie's arms and slinging a towel around him. Lachie wasn't really aware of what was happening until Will managed to get him in some joggers. "What..." He blinked, seeing Will in front of him, holding his shirt. "You passed out, mate." Will said, his blue eyes dark with worry. "You know you're not supposed to tilt your head back, moron." Will shook his head, helping Lachie into the shirt. "Sorry," Lachie mumbled, feeling hazy. He started coughing, having to bend in half to breathe. "Lachie, hey. Why don't we just head to bed, yeah?" "Kay," Lachie whined, eyes shut. He had never remembered feeling this horrible since he was small, maybe six or seven.

Will got Lachie into bed, and Lachie passed out for a few hours. When he woke up, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and Lachie could hear a movie on the TV in the living room and a voice, not Will's, laughing. Frowning, he shakily got up, hoping not to collapse, but the way he swung his legs over the edge of the bed made his stomach churn, and he forced himself up, to run to the bathroom, barely making it over the toilet before everything came out. He couldn't breathe, and it was so gross. A hand rubbed his back slowly, and Lachie whined, trying to pull away. "Hey, just me." Will said, brushing Lachie's bangs back. Lachie groaned. It was so embarrassing to sit here, puking his guts up, as the older man stood there (despite Will having done it before). "Sorry," He coughed, and Will shook his head. "Don't apologize for being sick. Trust me, kid, I've seen way worse." He helped Lachie sit back, flushed the toilet, and helped him stand. He pulled a thermometer from the cabinet. "Here." Lachie sat there for a minute with the thermometer under his tongue until it beeped and Will winced, showing Lachie. "Gotta get that down." 102.4 read the tiny screen. Lachie sighed.

They entered the kitchen. Lachie wished, just for a moment, that he could sit and lean against Will, but it'd get the man sick. Hell, he was probably getting sick right now. Guilt churned in Lachie's gut at the thought. Will slid a plate over, with toast on it, and Lachie, totally spaced out, dropped his head with a heavy clunk on the table that made Will cringe and touch his back gently. "Don't hurt yourself," He said, but Lachie just whined softly, not lifting his head. "Hey. Eat this, then go to bed, okay?" Will said, and Lachie glared at the toast, wondering if it'd make him puke again. But he was really hungry, so he grabbed one, almost limp, and nibbled it slowly as Will cooked something. Suddenly, he frowned. His vision was spinning as well, and he couldn't breathe, like there was invisible sandbags on Lachie's chest. He frowned.

"Will," He said, but Will didn't hear him.

He stood, turning to go to his room. Maybe laying down would help, but the moment he stood, he felt lightheaded. "Will." He had enough time to say, a little louder, before his vision went white.

Will heard Lachie, and turned just in time to see the boy's eyes roll to the whites, like a freaky zombie movie, and crumple in a dead heap on the floor. "Lachie!" Will shouted, rushing to Lachie. The boy was unresponsive, pulse racing, and eyes fluttering under his bruise-colored eyelids. "Lachie, hey!" He shook Lachie's arm, but the boy only groaned. Will grunted as he lifted Lachie bridal-style and took him to his room. He knew passing out was generally a bad thing, but he figured, Lachie's sick, he probably stood up too fast. He tucked Lachie into the bed, feeling oddly like a parent for a moment (not that he minded) and rushed back to the kitchen so as not to burn what he was making.

Time Skip

Lachie woke up, not knowing where he was. He glanced around. The walls had posters on them, things he recognized, but...was this his room? He coughed, rolling over, and fought the nausea. "Hey." A guy said, coming in, and Lachie stared at him, confused. A memory tickled his brain. Did he know this guy? "Hi?" Lachie asked, startled. The guy stared at him. "You okay?" He asked. "I...I guess. Where..." He blinked, looking around, at the posters, the walls' "Is this my room?" The man was staring at him, concerned now. "Um...yeah. You live with me, remember?"

"No. I...think..." He could barely talk. He was also covered in sweat, felt hot around the face, and couldn't breathe. "I can't breathe," He whispered. The man swore, stepping closer and feeling Lachie's head. "Damn. Okay, um...I'll be right back." "Kay." Lachie mumbled, collapsing into his bed as the man left. Lachie knew he knew that guy, but the name wasn't there. Hadn't he worked with him before? Wait, what is my job? Lachie wondered. Aren't I...a lifeguard? At the ocean, I think. Bondi?

"Hey." The man was back. "Stick this under your tongue, and then we're gonna head to the hospital, okay? Whippet's coming to get us." "Whippet...?" "Yeah." Lachie allowed the guy to stick the thermometer under his tongue as he grabbed a hoodie. The thermometer beeped, showing 102.6. "Shit. Here, up."

The guy helped him dress in a warm hoodie, joggers, and sneakers, then helped him outside, where a man in a car was waiting. Slipping in the back and the other guy in the front, the blonde said to the driver, "He doesn't remember me, so I figured ER was the next step. Also, his fever was at 102.6 last time I checked. So hurry, please." Now the driver was looking at him. "Sure. Hey, Lachie. Ready?" "Sure?" Lachie frowned. He knew these people. He started mumbling, "I know them, I...Whippet..." He frowned, trying to place the names. Unknown to him, Will and Whippet were listening to his rambles.

"I'm...beach. I work at the beach. Ocean?" Lachie thought harder, his head pounding. "Bondi. Boss--Is my boss mad?" "No. No, he knows you're sick." Whippet shared an alarmed glance with Will. If Lachie ever talked about Hoppo, he said the name, not boss. Did Lachie remember Hoppo at the moment?

They arrived at the hospital, explaining everything to the nurse. When they got to his temp, she grabbed Lachie gently and led him back, but the men had to wait in the waiting room. For some reason, Lachie didn't want to go alone, so he glued himself to the man Whippet (was that his name?) had called Will. "Can he come?" the nurse shook her head. "He can come when we're done, alright?" Lachie looked sad but followed her.

He doesn't remember passing out, but he woke up with Whippet in a chair on the left, Will on the right. "Will?" Lachie asked, and both men looked up. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Will asked. "Better, I think. I'm...not as hot. And I can breathe." He mumbled, playing with the edge of the blanket. "That's good." Whippet smiled. "You scared us earlier." He said softly. "Why?" "You had no idea who we were, didn't know where you worked. Nothing." Will said. "Sorry." Lachie mumbled. "Don't be. We got you some help, that's all we needed." Just then, the doctor came in, and he smiled, seeing Lachie awake. "Mr. McArthur, hello." He said. "Lachie," the boy said, and the doctor nodded. "Lachie," he corrected. "How do you feel? You still feel sick, any pain?" "No." "Good! So, our plan was to keep you overnight, just to be sure, but you are improving rapidly, so we'll give it a few more hours and then, if you're still looking good, we can send you home. Sound okay?" "Yeah." Lachie said, yawning. "Good!" The doctor turned to Will, saying something, as Lachie dropped off into sleep again.

Time Skip

"Lachie!" Jake crowed when Lachie walked into the Tower on Sunday. Lachie grinned as the others smiled, greeting him. "Hi," He said, and Hutz, when their eyes connected, glanced away quickly, guilt etched on his face. Will had informed the team (or Whippet did--either way, they knew) about Lachie's ER trip, so Lachie knew that Hutz felt bad. He sat next to the Kiwi on the desk. "Don't feel bad, okay?" "I-I'm not--" "You are. I can see it. So what if I ended up in the ER and you didn't? You didn't wanna get me sick." Hutz shrugged. "I guess." "Love you, mate." Lachie smiled, flicking Hutz's forehead. Hutz laughed. "Yeah, love you, too."

[firebenderwolf]

Harrison: Dad! I got a fin chop on my arm!

Reidy: Wait what did you call me?

Harrison: Dad?

Reidy, crying tears of joys: Whippet! He called me dad!

Whippet: Thank god I thought it would never happen!

Harrison: Dads? Kinda bleeding out here?

Whippet: HE CALLED US BOTH DAD!

Maxi, comes in: What happened?!

Harrison: I called these two dad and I also got a fin chop and bleeding out.

Reidy and Whippet: *crying tears of joy, hugging each other*

[firebenderwolf]

Hoppo: *very angry about a prank gone wrong*

Jethro: It was Joel!

Joel: It was Harrison!

Harrison: It was Maxi!

Maxi: It was Jake!

Jake: It was Max!

Max: It was Jethro!

Jethro,Joel,Harrison, Maxi, Jake, Max: *overlapping banter*

Reidy and Whippet: *peaks around the corner*

Reidy: This was all you.

Whippet: Hey I had the idea. You were the one who executed it.

Mouse: *trying to scrub the glue/glitter mess from his clothes and skin* WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!

[adam-lallana]

'Can I copy the homework?'

Maxi: I can help you with it!

Harrison: Yeah, sure.

Whippet: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Max: lol nope.

Jake: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Reidy: *Read 5:55pm*

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tags : @wardlowobsessed

[adam-lallana]

Harrison, whining: Jake! Stop hitting me, it’s not nice!

Jake, holding Harrison’s hands and using them to make Harrison slap himself: Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?

Harrison: *kicks Jake*

Jake, eyes full of tears and pouting: Owie! That really hurt, Huttsy!

Whippet, in the background, turning to Reidy: Why’d I agree to this again?

Reidy, smiling: Because our practically adopted sons are angels.

Whippet, mumbling: More like fallen angels.

[adam-lallana]

Harrison: I gotta go, I’m getting a call from my dad.

Reidy, confused: Why would I call you if I’m right here?

Harrison: .... you’re not actually my father, you do know that right?

Reidy, tearing up: What?

Whippet, gasping: Harrison, look what you’ve done! You apologise to your father right now!

Harrison, mumbling: I fucking hate it here.

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tags: @wardlowobsessed