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HEN WILSON and KAREN WILSON | 9-1-1 → 7x05 You Don't Know Me

#911 #hen wilson #karen wilson #henren

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hint hint wink wink

#911

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oh to be hoover grant-nash wilson diaz buckley…

#911

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i am ready for something. and i think maybe that something… could be with you.

#i cryyyyyy #911 #tommy kinard

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oh, is it true

7x05 coda

Marisol hovers for a moment, awkward, then takes a step back. “So… I’m going to go home,” she says. “If we’re starting from the beginning…”

“Right,” Eddie says. “A little early for a sleepover.” 

“I guess I’ll come back tomorrow and, uh—” she gestures at the boxes. “Probably shouldn’t just leave them all hanging around.” 

“I’m on shift tomorrow,” Eddie says.

Marisol holds up her key.

“Uh, right,” Eddie says again. “Then I guess… I’ll see you when I see you?” 

Something flits across Marisol’s face, but it’s gone before he can figure out what it is. “See you,” she says, and turns for the door. 

Eddie feels like he should say something, but he’s still trying to decide on what that would be by the time the door slips shut.

And he’s—he’s not relieved. He’s not. Or if he is, it’s just because this whole unresolved mess has been hanging over his head like the sword of Damocles.

Sword’s still there, some helpful part of him reminds him. You just stepped out of range for a moment.

Depends on what the sword is, he tries to argue, then sighs. He can’t keep track of the metaphor. Definitely not enough to debate himself about it. 

Buck would get it, he thinks. Buck would go off on some tangent to explain what the sword of Damocles actually was, and probably tell him he’d gotten it wrong. He’d have some much better analogy to wrap it all up in, and would probably make the entire situation make more sense.

For a moment his fingers hover near his pocket, itching to get out his phone and call Buck. To ask if he’s doing the right thing, or just kicking the can down the road a little. Since the sword is still—

Whatever the fuck the sword is, Marisol is still an ex-nun and Eddie’s not sure if he’s quite right enough with God for that. 

But he can’t call Buck, because he’d walked out of Buck’s loft half an hour ago with firm instructions to call Tommy, and he can’t interrupt that. He’s already crashed their date, which—

Oh, God. The date. No wonder Buck had been acting so strange. The urge to call comes over him again, stronger now, to apologise for walking in on something that must have been so nerve-wracking already, but—

He remembers the way Buck’s face split into a smile when he said I can’t stop thinking about him, and he sighs and crosses his arms. This isn’t about him and his problems. It’s about Buck, who looked happier than Eddie has seen him in—months, probably. Happier than he’d been with Natalia, for sure. He doesn’t know if he’s ever seen that particular look on Buck’s face, giddy at the mere thought of a person and full of joy and hope for the future. 

And suddenly, there’s a thousand things he wants to ask Buck.

How had he known? How had he been sure? How had he trusted that the little flutter in his gut meant something real?

How had he been brave enough to try?

But the questions will have to wait. Because at this very moment Buck is calling Tommy, his nerves smoothing out into that giddy little smile when Tommy agrees to see him again. Which he will, because Tommy isn’t an idiot.

Maybe they’ll stay on the phone for a while. Maybe Tommy will say something that makes Buck blush, hints of bright red appearing at the tips of his ears and the very tops of his cheekbones. Maybe Buck will flirt back, and his voice will waver a little but he’ll manage to bring it home, and Tommy will laugh low in his ear.

So—no, Eddie can’t interrupt that. No matter how many questions he may have. 

#oh eddie..... #911 #fic rec

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One thing i appreciate about Dungeon Meshi is how committed it is to showing totally platonic, non-sexual, non-romantic friendships between its characters.

Take Falin and Marcille for example! Why, in the very last episode, after heartwarmingly helping birth her beloved friend from the flesh of a dragon, using forbidden dark arts, Marcille tenderly helped wash Falin's body of all the blood that was covering it. And then, when it turned out that there weren't enough sleeping bags for everyone, she even offered to share a bed with Falin for the long journey back to the surface! What a pal!

I love normal platonic relationships! Gals who are pals! Girls who are friends! Ladies who birth each other's bodies through sacrifices of blood and flesh and symbolically become part of and consume one another!

#heh #dungeon meshi

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history's slowest house tour

#dan and phil #dan howell #phil lester

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celebrating our favorite blue boy's return to the table!

#critical role #dorian storm #bells hells #critical role spoilers

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Stackednatural- 275/327

Folsom Prison Blues (2x19) April 26th, 2007

#and he was!!! #supernatural

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honey you're familiar like my mirror, years ago

#fallout

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911onabc: Every answer was delivered with so much confidence 😅 [x] ↪ Aisha Hinds and Oliver Stark

#aisha hinds #oliver stark #911 cast

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studio trigger understood the assignment. i would let her wreck me.

#dungeon meshi

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a while back i saw a picture @mllekurtz took in the gardens of Villa Taranto and really wanted to do a little study of it. then inserting everyone's favorite wizards into the potential picture was suggested, so naturally i no longer had any other choice but to go through with it. it truly looked like a dreamy garden somewhere in Exandria and the wizards fit in too well 🤌

tip jar!

#critical role #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #shadowgast

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Q: When you first met that character, and you seemed a little standoffish and maybe threatened, and not a big fan. Do you think it's because deep down you had these... something there brewing, but you didn't know what it was?

#911 #LISTEN #oliver stark #buddie

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the allergy i am seeing grow up around small talk in any form is troubling to me. do you know how to make friends with people in your physical environment? it typically starts with small talk. do you want to live in community? small talk. do you want to have the type of relationship with your neighbors where you can run over and borrow a battery for your smoke detector when it starts beeping at 10pm? small talk!! do you want leeway from your coworkers when you fuck up something small? you gotta be able to build a relationship and that's small talk, baybeee.

"but i don't need friends and i don't care about community!" okay, lone ranger, what about the people in your community who need you? "but i have social anxiety!" me too, bud! we simply must soldier on. making up lists of questions to ask people helps. and people are predisposed to be generous, i've found. even if you make some kind of mistake, what is this but the natural give and take of human interaction? nobody is perfect.

you were not put on this earth to live by yourself and then die. you need people and people need you. treat those around you with curiosity and generousness of spirit and you will gain so much goodwill in return.

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911onabc: Every answer was delivered with so much confidence 😅 [x] ↪ Aisha Hinds, Ryan Guzman, and Oliver Stark

#911 #911 casr #aisha hinds #oliver stark #ryan guzman

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#dungeon meshi #kabru