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highly selective and mutuals only evan "buck" buckley from 9-1-1. written by frog. 30+. non rp blogs and minors dni. ©
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fyrewalks · 6 hours
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fyrewalks · 6 hours
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my brother just dropped off the puppy and i swear she's such a handful. i'm gonna get my steps in just chasing after her this whole weekend.
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fyrewalks · 7 hours
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we ate the dark by mallory pearson sentence starters (part one)
this place creeps me the fuck out.
we should head home.
i can stay, if you need me to.
are you staying for dinner?
a watched pot never boils.
were you seeking something more? did you ever find it?
maybe i hexed you.
you should eat something.
you have a terrible sense of humor.
do you need some help?
sorry. didn't mean to scare you.
let me zip you up.
being in this room makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
you are very brave. you're not afraid of shit. you're killing it right now.
there's plenty of suffering to go around here.
i want to find whoever did this, and i want to kill them.
they love you so much.
can't you at least feel a little excited that we're all together again?
it's like watching a robot mimic human behavior.
i hate the son of a bitch, but everyone is innocent until proven guilty here.
what's wrong? why did you run?
i don't have to explain myself to you.
i don't owe you anything.
it sucked without you here.
i didn't know you felt that way.
i think it's better if i go now.
i'm just trying to do the right thing.
it's time to commit a crime!
did you sleep out here all night?
i just didn't want to be at home.
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fyrewalks · 8 hours
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Chim laughs, happy to clink his glass against Buck's. He knows Buck's got a propensity to fall into propensity for all consuming self pity, but Chim isn't worried. For one, the bar's atmosphere is too joyous for self doubt. For another, Chim recognizes how much Buck loves his sister.
"Yeah, well," he says, voice still light but there's an undercurrent of seriousness in his tone. "No way you're coming in last." Their parents take that prize, not that he's gonna say that aloud. Plausible deniability and all. Grateful as his for the Buckley's rekindling their relationship with Maddie, Chim's hesitant to fully support them.
"Yeah well, normally I would COMPLAIN, but I can't disagree with you there." And he doesn't even mean it in a sad kind of way. Buck likes his life, he really does, but he's also always has been convinced that Maddie is the better sibling out of the two of them. She's kind and caring and she's always looked out for him, especially when he hadn't been able to do it himself.
He lifts his beer and clinks it against Chimney's before taking a sip. "As long as I come in at number 3, I'm good man."
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fyrewalks · 9 hours
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Santa Clarita Diet | 1x09 “The Book!”
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fyrewalks · 9 hours
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“do you have any excedrin or extra strength tylenol?” // @entriprises
Tommy sighs. It isn't an unkind noise, though. Fondness mixed with exasperation.
He fixes Romeo with a look as he, very deliberately, presses the button on the blender. Loud grinding fills the kitchen and Tommy pulses it two more times as Romeo opens his mouth.
Turning, he grabs two tall cups from the cabinets behind him and still, he doesn't say anything. It's only once he starts portioning the berry-banana smoothie that he answers Romeo's question.
"I know you know where those are in the bathroom. And," he slides Romeo one of the glasses. "I've also told you a million times you don't have to ask." The fridge, medicine, other such essentials and miscellaneous items have always been open to Romeo and whoever else Andie's brought around. "Don't take anything on empty stomach."
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fyrewalks · 9 hours
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what i should be doing: writing what i'm doing instead: looking up ideas for a tattoo that i can't afford rn
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fyrewalks · 10 hours
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Bradley sighs through his nose, unable to keep the more obvious reaction to himself. Playing up certain emotions and keeping others at bay is generally easy for him, effortless to the point that most people don't recognize the act he's put on.
But he's got a temper and no matter his effort there, keeping it contained is harder for him.
"Yeah, well, the Navy says to trust them so that's what you do." It's bullshit, it's dangerous, but Bradley knows better than anyone that sometimes you have to let go of past assumptions and experiences.
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too sentimental for her own good at times. despite the navy's insistence she still values emotion over their preferred robot thinking, the head alone doesn't make a good pilot.     ❝ of course it matters, ❞ puzzled she cranes her neck to look up at him,     ❝ if you can't trust your wingman you're as good as dead, ❞ the heart that drives them to push for everyone to get back safely.
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fyrewalks · 10 hours
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[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds also for tommy // @lvebug
Tommy isn't shy. Correction - Tommy isn't so shy anymore. Sure, there's the occasional insecurity. An uneasiness around people that translates to mild distrust.
He's use to flare ups. He just isn't so used to Andie being the cause. Then again, he isn't used to standing shirtless while she inspects a shallow cut along his ribcage.
"It's band aid, not stiches," he grouches. "Which I can do myself."
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fyrewalks · 10 hours
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[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder // @lvebug
Tommy doesn't know what to think of this, the takeout food piled on the coffee, the blankets, the few bottles of beers split between them, and Andie's head pillowed on his shoulder.
It's not unwelcome, of course, but it is sobering. A reminder that his little Andie isn't so little anymore. No more night lights and a toothy smile; she's grown with a job and a whole big life that she's made all her own.
And it's worrying too. Because Andie marched in, declared it movie night, and refused to elaborate when Tommy tried to ask if anything inspired it.
He blinks blearily at the screen, long since cycling the menu, and yawns. Tommy, loathe as he is to admit it, is getting to old to spend the night on the couch.
"Come on, Anders," Tommy says softly as he sits up, one hand rubbing her shoulder gently. "I think it's past both our bedtimes."
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fyrewalks · 11 hours
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honestly i think one of my favorite things about tommy is that even if he's sweet and charming, he is always still a little bit of an asshole. he's got a petty streak too him. he can be a little stand offish and guarded, but if he likes you? you'll know.
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fyrewalks · 1 day
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alrighty, bedrotting the rest of the day with old tommy eps. find me on disco!
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fyrewalks · 1 day
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Yeah, you're not the only one. I was super jealous. You? Over what?
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fyrewalks · 1 day
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the verifiers.
dialogue prompts from the verifiers by jane pek.
you look like someone who makes lists for everything.
i'd like to hear your opinion before i tell you mine.
you're too nice for our family.
you act like you don't know me at all.
how strange that i used to worship ____.
we're not friends. we just pretend.
it's not a proper family gathering until everyone is upset.
killed anyone lately?
that's what i aim for: to be just a little less shitty than people expect me to be.
i feel sort of sleazy.
you're right. i haven't been fully honest with you.
i'm still figuring things out. what they might mean.
between deceiving and being deceived, i prefer the second option.
it always surprises me how surprising death is, when it's the one thing that's inevitable.
you don't know shit. don't try to pretend you do.
not all mistakes can be fixed.
neither admit nor deny. that's a very lawyerly approach.
take it, please. i'll feel better.
believing something for its convenience is at best negligence, and at worst culpability.
i don't trust anyone, except you.
how do you know what i like to read?
do you want me to help you take a picture?
it looks like your party's a success.
you're even sneakier than i thought.
i hate being told what to do.
guilt is the currency that our family traffics in.
i feel like i could ask you about anything, and you'd have something interesting to say.
walk it off. nothing hurt, right?
you've never known any of us.
well? aren't you going to say anything?
you never do anything for me.
don't tell me what i can and can't be like.
you don't deserve it. the way ____ loves you.
writers always talk about their characters like they're real.
let's pretend we're tourists.
i've been all fizzy with happiness, ever since we met.
you call it like it is.
i never meant to hurt you.
you can't always pick your weapons in your duels.
it's too late to change anything.
what if we take turns? we can answer each other's questions.
i know the truth is right there, but i can't see it.
here i am, crazy as ever.
all those little lies just make the truth feel worse.
i didn't mean anything by it. i just wanted it all to go away.
i love you, you little brat.
if you ever went away, there would be a hole in my world.
you millennials are unbelievable. all laziness and instant gratification.
i see you couldn't wait to get into more unnecessary danger.
is that a threat or a warning?
if i tell you, i'll have to get rid of you.
this is bigger than you know.
if you go any deeper, forget about getting out.
is there anywhere to eat in this wasteland of a neighborhood?
why do i feel like i've missed something?
did the english major make you such an annoying pedant, or were you always that way?
what's the point of knowing, if you don't do anything about it?
i always knew you were a romantic.
try to grow some balls.
you love me. i'm sure you do.
you become something, if you act that way for long enough.
is a digression into backstory really necessary?
can we get to the action?
you can be very persuasive.
we told each other everything.
you only ask to hang out when you want something from me.
i want someone like you. who isn't you.
are you having a quarter life crisis?
no matter what, you'll be okay. i'll make sure of it.
i'm having a bodysnatcher moment.
this would make a fantastic setting for a murder mystery.
people are constantly mistaking me for someone else.
i wish more people could think like you.
still trying to save the world?
i want the best for you. i always have.
damn, you're ruthless.
maybe i still don't know you at all.
you have to tell me the rest of it.
people tend to hear what they want to hear.
who do you think i want you to be?
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fyrewalks · 1 day
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PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE *  inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt
[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder
[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together
[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair
[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it
[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind
[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing
[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing
[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces
[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off
[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair
[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders
[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle
[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen
[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them
[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together
[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste
[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too
[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them
[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them
[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls
[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking
[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders
[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about
[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different
[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house
[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing
[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it
[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar
[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game
[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle
[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in
[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face
[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver
[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair
[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds
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fyrewalks · 1 day
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Nat sighs, rubbing her temples with a single hand.
The doctor's words are nice, but ultimately, they're just words and Nat struggles to find the sincerity in them. It ultimately doesn't matter if the doctor flames out weeks or months from now. The end result is the same; Nat will be left to deal with the collateral damage while any negative fallout the doctor may face will be virtually nonexistent. No one wants to risk their career by ruining the first daughter's.
Nat's? Well, they'll all say she's had a good run. And there's no denying that sometimes, Nat feels like she's flying on borrowed time. The ejection could've cost her her wings; she's used up any good will already.
She doesn't have room for mistakes - her fault or not.
"I need to shower and change," Nat says, careful to keep her voice even. There's still a twitchiness under her skin and she doesn't trust herself not to snap at the doctor again. She needs twenty minutes to herself before she faces the rest of this conversation.
"I'll meet you in the ready room in thirty minutes."
She takes a seat, still several feat away from Nat, the mention of her father making her feel like this was a conversation one sat for but also figuring the other woman wouldn't appreciate her getting much closer.
Even on a day when her brain hadn't been rattled around its skull by a dangerous flight maneuver.
Ellie had resented her father's career for so long, the secret service presence and the target suddenly on her nothing but hindrances to everything she wanted but she couldn't deny there had been professors, even attendings, who had treated her better than she likely deserved on the off chance she might mention them to the president.
"I'll figure my job out," she reaffirms, "you're all doing something important, I want to help not impede."
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