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aaronsmith94 · 11 months
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ABC really said “Hey we don’t have Meredith Grey anymore to inflict pain and suffering on anymore. How about we get that Evan Buckley kid and see what we can do to him.”
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knowssowell · 11 months
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now that 9-1-1 has moved to abc i am entitled to my crossover ep, especially considering bailey’s station number is “118″. and if you give a girl a crossover ep, she is going to want a may grant and tamara colins college sitcom spinoff.
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chenlopez · 1 year
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mings · 1 year
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Yes, I've been quiet lately, and this is why.
Long story short - we were caught by the chicken bug. We went to see a breeder about some Gold-laced Wyandottes (look them up, they're simply gorgeous) and came away having agreed a deal to become a satellite breeder. We'll be hatching rare and endangered traditional breeds of poultry for which demand outstrips supply.
So, preparations are in hand. This is the first hen palace that will house four breeding pairs. It's actually a repurposed garage that someone just wanted gone. It cost a van hire and a couple of hours graft to dismantle it and bring it home, and that's when the real work started.
It was built from scratch on a concrete base, so I took it apart with a sawzall. After adding framing and tidying the cuts, I built a timber base. That was easy, but the site is on a 10° gradient, so levelling it was... interesting.
As we were blessed with a few days of high pressure and zero wind, we've been flat out before the weather turned on us. Bailey helped keep the roofing felt down while I cut it. Now it's up, the roof is on & and it's covered in creosote, which defeats red mites. Now I can start on framing the indoor runs, which will mean we can accept the birds. We'll add larger outdoor runs too, and then we'll start on the next henhouse because we don't do anything by half.
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tarlosbuddie · 2 years
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Fire women Week
Day 1:  Platonic Monday
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911bts · 11 months
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6x18 "Pay It Forward" Synopsis
A series of freeway car accidents leads to a catastrophic overpass collapse that endangers the lives of civilians and members of the 118 in the all-new "Pay It Forward" sixth season finale episode of 9-1-1 airing Monday, May 15 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (NIN-618) (TV-14 D, L, S, V)
Cast: Angela Bassett as Athena Grant; Peter Krause as Bobby Nash; Jennifer Love Hewitt as Maddie Buckley; Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley; Kenneth Choi as Howie "Chimney" Han; Aisha Hinds as Henrietta "Hen" Wilson; Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz; Corinne Massiah as May Grant; Gavin McHugh as Christopher Diaz
Guest Cast: Tracie Thoms as Karen Wilson; Anirudh Pisharody as Ravi Panikkar; Bryan Safi as Josh Russo; Chiquita Fuller as Linda Bates; Annelise Capero as Natalia Dollenmeyer; Chelsea Kane as Kameron; Colin McCalla as Connoir; Edy Ganem as Marisol; Freda Foh Shen as Anne Lee; Kelvin Han Yee as John Lee; Hailey & Bailey Leung as Jee-Yun; Declan Pratt as Denny Wilson
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elvensorceress · 8 days
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wip wednesday
tagged by @diazsdimples @hoodie-buck @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @daffi-990 (though I think these were mostly for Tuesday so consider this me also tagging you for Wednesday 😘💕) tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @ebdaydreamer @shortsighted-owl @messyhairdiaz @wh0re-behavi0r @rogerzsteven @loveyouanyway @bekkachaos @giddyupbuck @tizniz @disasterbuckdiaz @epicbuddieficrecs @transboybuckley @spaceprincessem @confetti-cupcake @heartshapedvows @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz more Unless firefam silliness that directly follows this scene 💕
“Okay, enough stalling,” Chim waves a hand to redirect their attention. “So far we have heard nothing about what happened after the party and what came of our intervention and what is going on with the two of you?” He points at both Buck and Eddie for emphasis. Like he means business. 
Eddie just turns to look at Buck. “Intervention?”
Buck makes a face and waves it off. “It was— I’ll tell you later,” he says to Eddie and then addresses Hen and Chim. “What do you want to know about our private personal lives that are private and personal and none of your business?” 
Hen and Chim make identical groaning noises. 
“Oh, suddenly you’re not going to say anything?”
“It’s personal and private now but not when we have to hear about infamous firehose escapades?”
“You go on about the reporter and the dispatcher—”  
“—and snake lady and all the yoga teachers and bartenders and dancers and surfers and cowboys and cowgirls and poor, unfairly slandered Lucy—”
“But not about this?” 
“We have to hear disturbing details for weeks, months, years but now you want to plead the fifth?”
“We have to suffer through that and you won’t even tell us what we want to know?” 
“We’re your squad goals family!”
From where he’s sitting, Eddie can clearly see Bobby rubbing at his forehead and possibly contemplating prayer. If that is a thing that can be ascertained by an expression. Eddie’s pretty sure it is. At least where Bobby is concerned. 
“It’s only fair,” Hen says. “If you’ve finally realized you’re both epically in love with each other in a way that puts all tales of fictional love to shame because the both of you—”
“Buck mostly,” Chim clarifies and then says to Eddie. “We had to intervene because red alert reporter demon and questionable 2.0 decisions and did you know he went and broke poor Ravi? Ravi couldn’t take it anymore. He went back to B shift. That’s where he went.” 
Bobby chimes in to very patiently say, “Ravi chose to switch a few shifts because Eddie is back and we still have to figure out a good schedule for everyone while Harper is on maternity leave and Jackson is recovering from a broken arm and Bailey is out on her national guard rotation.” 
“Nuh uh,” Chim eloquently argues. “You were there. You saw it. Buck and the red alert reporter broke him.” 
“Both of you,” Hen persists as if there has been no interruptions. “Are driving us insane with this oblivious, ‘he doesn’t love me, we can’t be together’ thing. So, I think you owe us some information.”
“I swear if you two haven’t figured out something here,” Chim gives them a frazzled, frantic, desperate look. “I don’t know what we’re going to do.” He turns in his seat and leans around the edge toward the front. “Cap, what are we going to do?”
Bobby glances back at them, and he could easily disclose that they both signed certain paperwork already only moments ago. Because he knew even without them saying anything. But Bobby just shrugs and nonchalantly turns and faces forward. And probably prays for peace and quiet for them all. 
Leaving the choice to them.
read on to part 3
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leclerc-s · 8 days
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let the games begin
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BAHRAIN '24
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maejonesverstappen, oscarpiastri, bailey winters, nataliaruiz, and rhysjones posted new stories
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goodbye australia, hello bahrain ✈️✈️✈️ "no, amor, i'll be ready in like 10 minutes" and why did she steal my neighbor’s dog again? someone's excited to see papa after a long day apart. who stuck me on a plane with thing one and thing 2? netflix do you really think these two ever hated each other?
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isabella perez i need about 15 red bulls to make it through the week
bailey winters i bet that mclaren offer is looking good right about now.
isabella perez at least the coffee's amazing and i don't have to beg one of the drivers to do a video for media.
max jones-verstappen you said that was one of my good qualities? isabella perez i lied! max jones-verstappen i literally hate you so much.
george russell good luck with lewis next year!
lewis hamilton i'm not that bad.
carlos sainz you literally don't do secret santa and are hardly in grill the grid.
lando norris correction he doesn't do the f1 one secret santa! oscar piastri and clearly someone still hasn't learned what the difference between white elephant and secret santa is. lando norris IT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING!! logan sargeant NO IT ISN'T!! WE ARE NOT FUCKING DOING THIS AGAIN NORRIS!!
rhys jones GET ME OFF THIS PLANE!!
max jones-verstappen i told you that you should've gone with me but you said, "it's lando and daniel. what's the worst that could happen?"
rhys jones HOW COULD I BE SO WRONG??
charles leclerc amature.
penelope trevino quick lesson rhys, never ever get on a plane with daniel and lando or daniel and max or lando and carlos.
rowan todd and never ask charles and daniel what happened in vegas back in 2019, because they don't remember
mae jones-verstappen popular vote went to a threesome with nat
fernando alonso what the fuck is wrong with you people
lance stroll it's best not to ask anymore.
daniel jones-ricciardo I WAS IN A RELATIONSHIP? WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE INVOLVED IN A THREESOME??
pierre gasly when we voted we forgot about that part. natalia ruiz someone almost got arrested, and it wasn't me. charles leclerc i genuinely don't remember rhys jones there's your answer for who almost got arrested.
daniel jones-ricciardo i think it was me.
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JEDDAH '24
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isabellaperez and dulceperez posted new stories
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look at my son!!
can't believe we're letting babies into f1 cars now.
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isabella perez my son!! my pride and joy!!
alex albon i didn't hallucinate that shit right?? i got out qualified by a baby?? pierre gasly my car's a fucking shitbox but i think it still would've been the same.
isabella perez LOGAN PLAY DEAR THEODOSIA!!
logan sargeant you do know he's not your actual son right? isabella perez shut the fuck up?! he’s my son! my pride and joy!
max jones-verstappen p11? with one hour of practice?
sebastian vettel 1 HOUR?!
mick schumacher much better than i did my first race.
lando norris well your car was a shit box
carlos sainz he got p11 with an hour in car??
lewis hamilton and he was 0.036 away from knocking me out.
isabella perez charles back off from my grid son.
charles leclerc he's the one who said he wanted to race with me as his teammate one day.
oscar piastri i was betrayed?? by my own son??
ollie bearman oh so now i'm your son? last year i wasn't. isabella perez the prodigal son lives!! oscar piastri last year is last year. i'm a new person this year.
rhys jones WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO DRIVE AN F1 CAR??
daphne jones-ricciardo never mae jones-verstappen never max jones-verstappen the closest you'll ever get to being inside an f1 car is for a picture. daniel jones-ricciardo we can go karting? rhys jones i'll settle for karting.
freya vettel i just don't think it's fair that rhys gets two sets of grid parents when he doesn't even race.
esteban ocon neither do you?
lando norris ollie has two sets too!
ollie bearman i do?? carlos sainz if natalia has gone full mother hen on you, then you have just become nat and charles child. zoya torres A BROTHER FINALLY! freya vettel another one?
natalia ruiz i did not go full mother hen on him.
isabella perez you asked if he had lunch, then proceeded to get him food when he said no. natalia ruiz oh my god.
oscar piastri wow, stealing my child leclerc?
charles leclerc you're the one who said he wasn't your son.
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isabellaperez posted a new story
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my son is ready for his f1 debut.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! this was supposed to come out after jeddah but i lost any inspiration i had for this so here it is. the week of the the australian gp, sorry about that.
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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firefighterbracket · 1 year
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The Bracket
The bracket has been seeded and organized and built a few hours early, which means you get to see it a few hours early!
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Round one will start tomorrow, Sunday, April 2nd - also a little bit ahead of schedule. Eight polls - four from each side of the bracket - will be posted at 6am pacific and run for 24 hours, and will be considered round 1A. The other eight polls, round 1B, will be posted at 6am on Monday, April 3rd.
All polls, once posted will be tagged as #polls, as well as #round 1 for easy access.
The rules are pretty self explanatory:
Don't be rude. It's a silly tumblr poll, not a judgement of character. If there is any threats or tomfoolery in the notes, the block button exists and I'll use it.
A continuation of the first rule: don't. be. rude. For now, anon messages are turned on, and they will stay on for as long as it's reasonable. If I get hate or rude messages, that privilege will get taken away. Don't be the reason everyone else loses anonymity.
Have fun! This was created for exactly that reason, so we should all enjoy it!
Plain text match ups under the cut
One Chicago:
Stella Kidd vs Christopher Hermann (1A)
Mouch McHolland vs Wallace Boden (1B)
Kelly Severide vs Leslie Shay (1B)
Matt Casey vs Darren Ritter (1A)
Grey's Anatomy/Station 19:
Ben Warren vs Diane Lewis (1B)
Andy Herrera vs Jack Gibson (1A)
Maya Bishop vs Travis Montgomery (1A)
Victoria Hughes vs Dean Miller (1B)
911:
Eddie Diaz vs Judd Ryder (1A)
Chimney Han vs Hen Wilson (1B)
Bobby Nash vs Ravi Pannikar (1B)
Evan Buckley vs Marjan Marwani (1A)
Misc:
Ricky Matsui vs Eve Edwards (1B)
Galo Thymos vs Carlos (Zero Escape) (1A)
Fireman Sam vs Bailey Nune (1A)
Marshall (PAW Patrol) vs Smokey Bear (1B)
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enqmind · 18 days
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Fic!
This is what happens when you've recently read baby trapping fics and then have a conversation about what foods you can't eat around taking certain medications.
Soap/Female Reader WC: 1.4k 18+ content.
Warnings: Baby trapping, manipulation, tampering with contraceptives, tampering with food, technically poisoning, misuse of a dietary supplement. Noncon, despite containing no actual sex (because baby trapping).
Reader notes: Implied to dislike marmite, probably isn't Scottish, dislikes masks (not a covid denier. they just make her uncomfortable).
Gothmet
 Johnny has been cooking a lot lately.
 “Trying to take after your compatriot?”
 He’d laughed at that.
 “I think you’ll find I don’t hit my Boiling Point quite so fast, love.”
 You suspected he’d last five minutes in food service, since you’re not actually allowed to explode the sous chef.
 But as a home cook? Oh, he was passable.
 His latest creation was squid ink ravioli filled with an avant garde bacon and nigella seed concoction.
 It was interesting, but good was a different question.
 “Do you like it?” He asked, puppy dog enthusiasm radiating off of him in waves.
 “… I don’t know,” you confessed. “It’s certainly interesting, but I’m not sure one way or the other.”
 You half expected his face to fall, but instead he looked thoughtful as he took a considered bite.
 “Aye, I see what you mean. This’ll take some workshopping. You willing to be my taste tester?” 
 You grinned at him over your wine.
 “It would be my pleasure.”
 “And that is my top priority, after all.”
 He didn’t seem discouraged by the half hearted kick under the table, especially if his enthusiasm for ‘dessert’ was considered.
 His new culinary interest expanded to baking.
 The next day he presented you with a zebra cake with the highest contrast you’d ever seen. The chocolate stripes were almost jet black.
 “I got some o’  that ultra Dutch processed cocoa to try making my own oreos. Ordered one of them special biscuit cutters too, but it hasn’t arrived yet. So I decided to make a very accurate zebra cake.”
 “You ordered one for bourbons too, right?”
 “What do you take me for, hen? Some kind of godless heathen?”
 You raised your hands placatingly.
 “Just making sure, Johnno. Gotta check to see if you’ve been replaced by a sexy doppelganger every now and then.”
 He squinted at you.
 “Yeah, well. You’ll get your bourbons. With bourbon cream, mind.”
 “Always trying to ply me with something, aren’t you?”
 He looked scandalised when you laughed.
 Within the week he had those biscuits ready for you. True to his word the bourbons had bourbon cream and the orefauxs (as he called them) had Baileys cream. Both were as black as the devil’s bottom.
 “I might need a new wardrobe soon if you keep this up,” you joked between mouthfuls.
 “Ah, I’ll just help you work it off. Or just buy you a new one.”
 The look you gave him might not have been as withering as you’d hoped, but he seemed to get the message.
 “I’ll try to bake you something healthier next time.”
 Something healthier meant a coal black loaf of bread.
 “It’s a black bread,” he said cheerily, “it’s got rye in it. Thought might as well go the whole hog and added some activated charcoal to make it as black as you like your coffee.”
 It was with a heavy sigh that you turned your eyes to him.
 “I can’t eat this.”
 His face did fall this time.
 “Oh. You allergic to rye? Or are you afraid I’ve slipped some marmite in?”
 “My marmite take is neither here nor there. The problem is that I’m on the pill and activated charcoal can make it not work.”
 “Oh, shit.”
 He looked so crestfallen that you felt even worse.
 “Sorry.”
 “No, no. It’s my fault. Shoulda considered that.”
 You tore off a chunk and slathered it with butter, just to see him light up a little.
 “Well, I guess half a loaf over a couple days can’t hurt too much.”
 His grin was blinding.
 “Ah, but what am I gonna do with all this spare activated charcoal? I cannae eat it all meself.”
 You gave him a grin of your own.
 “Could live up to your callsign and use it to make soap. Good for the skin and all that.”
 “Ah,” he said sagely. “So that’s why they kept showing me that melt and pour stuff. I was starting to think I’d have to assassinate Bezos for knowing too much. How’d he even find out?”
 You chuckle as you eat your chunk of bread.
 “It’s really good,” you mumbled, delight rendering you mannerless.
 Johnny puffed up with pride.
 “I’ll try a different colourant next time. Still got that squid ink, after all.”
 “How is recipe development, by the way?”
 “Can’t complain. I’ll have another plate for you in a couple o’ days.”
 “I look forward to it!”
 In the meantime you were working your way through the biscuits, cake and that half a loaf.
 The second round of ravioli was divine. Exactly what was different was a question, but if Johnny was going to continue to be a magician in the kitchen then he was allowed a few secrets.
 He joked that this was the way to your heart, and he wasn’t far wrong. There was something about a handsome and rugged man cooking for you that was so very seductive. So less ‘way to your heart’ and ‘way into your knickers’.
 His culinary adventures continued with a squid ink version of the bread (still delicious, barely tasted different) and so much chocolatey goodness.
 Despite previously thinking such things impossible, you liked chocolate as much as the next woman, it was getting more than a bit much.
 “Don’t worry. I’ll take a break on the old chocolate,” he reassured you over some jjajangmyeon. “I’ve got a few more ideas up my sleeve.”
 He bought you a pie.
 It was rectangular, but certainly a pie.
 “I thought you said you made buns?”
 “I did hen, a bun at least. This is a black bun, it’s traditional around Hogmanay.”
 When he cut it open you could see why it was called that.
 The filling was dark as a moonless night and chock full of dried fruit.
 Granted, you were a bit leery, but you gave it a shot and were pleasantly surprised.
 “This is good. Remind me to come ‘round yours for New Year’s.”
 “It’ll be an invitation, not a reminder, lass.”
 You grinned, even with currents stuck in your teeth.
 The next thing he bought you was fudge.
 You were more dubious about this one than the pie.
 “Why is it black?”
 “It’s liquorice flavoured. Me mam asked me to make some, thought I’d let you try it too.”
 Maybe you could deal with the dried fruit, but the liquorice was a bit much. All sorts were one thing, but this flavour and this texture? It was weird and gritty and didn’t go. No thank you.
 “Well, you win some you lose some,” he grinned, “they can’t all be winners.”
 The liquorice might not have been, but the black sesame seed mochi certainly was.
 “It’s good in a porridge too, they use rice starch to thicken it.”
 You raised an eyebrow at him.
 “Porridge without oats? Do your countrymen know you’re speaking such blasphemy?”
 “Aye, aye. Fair point. You keep this schtumm and I'll work on some fusion cuisine so they don’t burn me in Parliament square.”
 It took a few days, but the proper black sesame seed porridge was welcome. You’d been feeling a little under the weather lately.
 “So what do we call this? Scorean? Kortish?”
 “Please stop.”
 “You’re no fun.”
 Johnny pouted.
 “Oh right. Before I forget; what happened to that soap making? Or am I just not getting any?” It was your turn to pout.
 “Ah, I decided to go cold process. So it’ll be ready when I get back from deployment.”
 You nodded.
 “Do you want me to bring some down when I come pick you up so we can throw it at Simon? ‘Cause he’s gonna need it with that fucking mask he’s always wearing.”
 Johnny’s eyebrow’s rose.
 “I still don’t get why you hate it so much.”
 “I swear he’s making faces at me under that thing.”
 “Really?” He asked dubiously.
 “I just don’t like it. He gives me a weird vibe.”
 Johnny looked affronted.
 “Hey-“
 “Because of the mask. Hated it during the pandemic, too. I’d last three minutes in Japan in the winter.”
 “I’ll take you in the summer then,” he smiled softly, placated.
 You rolled your eyes affectionately.
 “I’ll hold you to that.”
 As ever, it was with a heavy heart that you saw him off the next day.
 He did leave you with some treats to tide you over. Another black bun, some biscuits (chocolate was back on the menu) and a box of lovely dark parkin. Altogether, it should last most of the time he was away.
 It didn’t.
 You stress ate most of it when you found out you were pregnant.
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eddiediaaz · 2 months
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thank you @zerokinkade @laurabenanti @moirainesedai for the tag, mwah!!
let your spotify predict your 2024! shuffle your on repeat playlist, and the first twelve songs represent your 2024
january: you're losing me by taylor swift
february: strong enough (feat. bailey zimmerman) by jonas brothers
march: northern attitude by noah kahan
april: l'amérique pleure by les cowboys fringants
may: right where you left me by taylor swift
june: i think i'm growing? by fletcher
july: work song by hozier
august: ceilings by lizzy mcalpine
september: can't catch me now by olivia rodrigo
october: would've, could've, should've by taylor swift
november: eras of us by fletcher
december: homesick by noah kahan
(no pressure) tagging @leothil @captain-hen @lightasthesun @bellamyblakru @queerbuck @andrewblur @arthursdent @badluck-buck @lucydonato @ghostscowboys and anyone that wants to do this!
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imnameimswrld · 2 months
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⇢ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 ,,
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𝐏𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 1st february, 1996
━━ in new orleans, louisiana, 🇺🇸
━━ as Bonnie Charleston
━━ also tony's photography, so thank you B for all the stellar pics and teaching nio your experienced ways
━━ part-time pr manager, full-time big sister to tony and mattie
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 23rd april, 1994
━━ in daegu, south korea 🇰🇷
━━ named Park Hajin / Haley Park
━━ has a daughter, chaeyoung, who gets along amazingly with mattie since they're the same age, of which whom tony adores immensely
━━ has big mother hen energy, and does not take any kind of disrespect towards tony as both a person and driver
𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 !
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━━ born 15th august, 1998
━━ in osaka, japan 🇯🇵
━━ named Renée Watanabe
━━ miss girl is a world-famous, award-winning musician
━━ tony and renée have been best friends since 2014, as they both attended the same school in texas, and for her career, renée decided to make the move with him, his aunt, and brother to monaco; as of 2022 however, for career purposes, she's moved to california.
━━ face claim is ryujin from itzy
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 18th october, 1987
━━ in austin, texas 🇺🇸
━━ named Tristan Bailey
━━ he's actually tony's biological uncle from his dad's side, and they're super close... he's also sort of the mediator in the rocky relationship that sits between tony and his father
━━ tony has been actively plotting to set his uncle and his manager, haley, up since day one, but don't tell them that !
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fleurdebeton · 1 year
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What He Wished For
It wasn’t that Buck planned to keep the sperm donor news away from Eddie. It wasn’t. 
But it was the same week that Christopher started pushing back against Eddie’s helicopter parenting and Eddie opened up to Buck like he used, like before the shooting, their distance, and Eddie’s breakdown…the old days. And it felt good. Eddie needed him. 
What Eddie didn’t need was for Buck to have a thing. So, Buck didn’t say anything that week. For once in his life, he didn’t make it about him; in part, Buck was proud of his own autonomy in his life and that it hadn’t bled into someone else’s life. Into Eddie’s life. The last thing Christopher needed was for his dad to be busy worrying about Buck. 
One week became two, then before Buck realized or admitted to himself that he was fully aware of how much time had passed, he’d agreed to be the sperm donor for Connor and his wife over a month ago. It became like a text message, after that long, it was better to just not answer and, so, the life event became solely Buck’s. 
Until the holiday pie baking night at Eddie’s place on Christmas Eve. With pies resting on the cooling racks atop the kitchen counter and Chris finally in his room, if not asleep, Buck and Eddie retired to the living room with a couple of beers to watch the midnight showing of It’s a Wonderful Life. 
For the first time in hours, Buck picked up his phone and leaned his elbows on his knees as he flicked over the home screen and into his texts. He’d missed a couple messages from Maddie checking in and asking what time Buck planned to come over for breakfast and presents with Jee, one from Bobby asking how the chocolate pecan pie turned out, and one from Connor. 
“Thought you would want to see this before we post it on social media tonight.” Sent 1:46 pm with a photo of the lovely couple holding a sonogram photo, a caption of Santa’s Surprise arrives July 2023 below.
It was real. They were having a baby. His baby, but not his, never Buck’s. Connor and his wife’s baby.
This was what Hen asked him about, could he be just a donor? In that moment Buck understood and the answer was, no, he couldn’t. 
On the tv, George Bailey meets Clarence at just the right moment. The moment of life and death. 
That’s what he did every day, right? So helping Connor’s family was just what he was supposed to do? Right? 
The movie played on, the brother George didn’t save, Mary became a spinster, the children they didn't have never existed. 
Maybe it was wrong, the movie. Everything was predestined, if he didn’t do it, someone else would’ve. His parents didn’t have to have him to save Daniel, that his brother was doomed all along and because he didn’t live, Buck was doomed in his place. The choice to help Connor was just part of the loop Buck couldn’t get out of. He was a donor, nothing more. A ghost. 
As Zuzu declared that an angel gets its wings every time a bell rings, Buck was throughly fucked up and sideways.
He definitely knew that he shouldn’t read the message again much less check his Facebook feed. Connor’s post had almost four hundred likes, loves, and cares. Buck was cursed, he would never escape his poor decision. He was George Bailey to watch his college friend live the life he wanted but couldn’t have. Without an angel to save him, Buck was trapped on the icy bridge. 
The screen blurred with tears as Buck’s carefully constructed mask slipped and the yearning shone through. He bent forward, curling in on himself. A sob ripped out as his lips pressed together. 
“Everything okay, man, or did the movie get you again?” Eddie pushed his foot gently into Buck’s thigh from where he lounged on his side of the couch “Buck?” He asked when he didn’t get an answer. 
Buck was frozen. The darkened phone slipped through his fingers and onto the rug with a dull thud that mirrored the sluggish beat of his heart. He felt more than saw his partner move from the couch to seated on the coffee table in front of them, their knees touching. 
“Buck, talk to me. What happened? Is it Maddie?” 
He shook his head, no, not Maddie, thank god, not Maddie. “C-Connor.”
“Your college roommate that visited a couple months ago? He okay?” 
All Buck could do was nod and gasp for air. “Eds, I think I made big mistake. Hen was right and-and—” 
Eddie cut him off and swiftly brought him up from the crouched position he was in. “Whoa, hold on, can you breathe with me for a minute? Then we’ll start at the beginning, okay?” 
With his partner’s hands on him, Buck felt grounded like they were on a call. It was the two of them standing against whatever the challenge was. Eddie’s count washed over him, and air filled his lungs. They held steady eye contact until Buck squeezed Eddie’s forearm letting him know he was okay. 
“Connor?” Eddie asked, eyebrows lifted in question.
It was an invitation for an out. Eddie never begged for Buck to tell him anything, that’s not what they did. If Buck didn’t want to talk about it, Eddie would let it drop until it was something they had to face. It was more than free choice, it was trust.
And Buck hadn’t been honest. 
“Yeah, uh, yeah, when I had dinner with them a while back, it wasn’t just a catch up. Th-they asked me to be a sperm donor for them and I said yes.” Eddie hissed out a grimace that suspiciously sound like his name. “You said yes, of course you did. And…they’re expecting?”
A fresh wave of tears hit Buck and he whispered, “Yeah.”
“You kept this to yourself.” The smoothness in Eddie’s tone said it was a statement, not the accusation he’d feared.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to bother you.”
“You never bother me, you know that, please tell me you know that by now, Buck.”
“I do. Mostly. I didn’t want to pile on you, you have Christopher and I don’t….”
“Don’t what – want to take up space?” Eddie challenged. It was a conversation they’d had more than once, and it never seemed to sit with Buck. “I want you in my space, in my life.”
“I know,” he replied, and another tear slid down his cheek. He did know. Eddie’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Oh. That’s it, isn’t it? Being a sperm donor versus being a father. It’s another version of what your parents did except you have to watch it from afar.”
“Hen asked me if I could disconnect and just be a donor and I said I could. I-I can’t. I’m happy for them and happy I could help,” Buck’s words stumbled as the emotion bled from him. “But I make a mistake, I wanna be a dad, not just the fun uncle or whatever they’ll call me.”
“I know,” Eddie nodded. He took Buck’s hand and intertwined their fingers, then gently squeezed. “You are so selfless, you saw a need and helped, that’s what you do…even if or when it’s not the best choice for you.” He paused and waited for Buck to look at him. “You’re not in trouble. You did an amazing thing for your friend. It’s going to be something that affects the rest of their lives and yours and you’ll get through it, we will, I promise. One thing though, you’re already a dad, Buck, Christopher’s.” 
“I don’t like that option either, that means you’re dead.”
“I’m what? No.” Eddie held his hand up as though he could physically stop Buck’s spiral. “No, I changed my will just in case to get it in writing for my parents, we’ve been co-parenting for years. You’re his other dad now.” The glass wall in Buck’s heart that had separated them for nearly a year and a half shattered. 
“Eddie.”
“You don’t have to disconnect from this, from me, from us. We’re not going anywhere, and we want you with us. We love you. I-I love you, Buck. You’re our George Bailey, life is wonderful with you in it.” 
Whatever Buck thought telling Eddie about being donor and failing, it wasn’t this. 
“You love me?” He asked, dumbstruck. 
Eddie leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his damp cheek. “Yeah, you don’t have to say it back – now or ever. I couldn’t go any longer without telling you.”
At the last second, Eddie saved him from plunging into the abyss of his mind. He saved him again and again and was telling Buck that he did so, on purpose, with pleasure.This wasn’t real.
The touches and glances, shoulder clapping hugs and arm squeezes actually meant more, it wasn’t just Buck’s imagination or desperate hope. What he was seeing wasn’t Christmas past, but it could be an everyday future. 
“I do, though. I just didn’t think I could.” He whispered. 
Eddie beamed, his eyes twinkling like Chris’ appropriate number of Christmas tree lights. 
He ducked his head and leaned into Eddie. 
“You can, Buck.” 
With that Buck raised his head and gently kissed Eddie on the lips. Maybe they could have a wonderful life together.
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being married to jaskier // headcanon -- from this request
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❥ first things first: the proposal.
it was more beautiful and well thought out than you thought possible. -- he’d rather excitedly led you out to the forest and into a field. -- light from the candles he’d placed on stumps danced across the grass, though the light from the full moon would’ve sufficed. -- Jaskier had flowers placed in a circle around a large blanket on the ground and a basket full of foods set atop the blanket and beside and ornate bottle of wine. -- you both ate and drank first, though you had no idea what was coming. -- he spoke of old times and adventures you’d went on together, you admired his charm. -- when he took a knee, you were shocked enough that you dropped your bread on the blanket.
❥ his speech was heartfelt and absolutely beautiful. -- naturally after you said yes you kissed him which turned to something heated as you made love on the forest floor.
❥ he’s a sucker for clichés, so he definitely carries you through the door much to your dismay.
“Jask! Put me down! M’not a child!” -- “But, my love, it’s tradition.”
❥ he’s an absolute gentleman.
massaging you after hard days and bringing you a drink while he does. -- some mornings he brings you breakfast in bed and some days you do the same for him.
❥ it’s a cohesive and fair relationship and the best one you’ve ever been in.
❥ he’s an absolute sweetheart when you’re sick
“are you sure you’re okay, darling? I can get you more soup or a warm towel or—” -- “—Jask. Honey, I’m okay. I promise, I won’t die.”
❥ begging you for a child.
"But imagine a mini us? They'd be adora-" -- "that sounds like a nightmare, jask. Not right now." -- secretly your pregnant.
❥ your house is amazing.
you have infinite time to decorate and design. -- candles everywhere, cozy furniture strategically placed. -- the fireplace almost always burning because jaskier had to choose a cold place to live. -- it's fine though, you enjoy the cold (most of the time).
❥ having geralt over all the time.
you've trained him to take his muddy shoes off before coming inside, but figuring out what to do with his blood soaked clothes is another thing. -- he always compliments your home. -- geralt is the sweetest to you. -- "jaskier, your wife looks especially lovely this evening, wouldn't you say?" -- "i would say she looks especially wonderful every day." -- there's a designated room in the back for geralt to crash in, and a designated box for all the clothes he brings in covered in gods-know what liquid. -- it's Jaskier's job to wash them. -- "why must i?" -- "because. He's your best friend, and you get to clean up behind him." You smile.
❥ having a small farm with plenty of sources for food.
you gave each of the hens nature-themed names. -- the two cows got named daisy and dandy. -- your favorite group to harvest will always be the strawberries, stealing some to eat in the moment being a habit by now.
❥ jaskier got a dog to heard the sheep.
he named him Bailey and taught him how to sit, lay, and shake within the first 2 weeks. -- he cuddles up to the two of you at night, keeping you both warm. -- his best friend is a brown sheep named Jack. "Jaskier, your dog just farted." You say, half asleep in the dark of the bedroom. -- "no, love, that was me." He says apologetically.
❥ going on vacations and making geralt take care of the house and animals for you.
"And where is the dog's bed?" geralt asks, begrudgingly. -- "oh he sleeps in the bed with us usually." Jaskier quips. -- "great." -- and even though geralt seems displeased with Bailey, everytime you leave and come back home you find the two cuddled up together in bed. Fast asleep.
❥ vacations to the beach every summer.
there's a little hut jaskier build a couple years back that you share, usually opting to sleep under the stars anyway. -- swimming together every single day your out there. -- catching and cooking seafood. -- always bringing home extras for Bailey and geralt. -- you collect a sea shell each year you go, making a memorial wall for all the trips.
❥ the love songs jaskier writes during married life are some of the best in his career.
every new song gets massive cheers and applause from any crowd in a tavern that hears it. -- of course every song is about you. How you'll they not be? -- Jaskier hasn't wrote a sad song since the day he said his vows.
❥ he's a total bed hog.
jaskier and Bailey both, though mainly Jaskier takes up almost the entirety of the bed, tangling himself in the blankets. -- and yet, he feels bad every morning he wakes up and sees you on the edge of the bed, curled in a ball. -- you never mind, staying asleep for all of it.
❥ and somehow, the most obnoxious man you ever met became the best man you'll ever know.
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omfg I'm so sorry that took me so long to write for you, love! that writers block came from nowhere jfc.
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Striving to get back to some normality after our recent weasel incident. The coops are like Fort Knox now with various OTT security upgrades. We divided one pen and put Malcolm, our new rooster, in with the two Marans. They seem to be getting along well. Gloria and Cassidy continue to improve - in fact, Cassidy's recovery is nothing short of miraculous. She's barely limping now, and we'll just have to wait and see if her feathers grow back. We have two more hybrids due to arrive this week, and we're hoping they'll be company for Cassidy & Gloria, who are used to a bigger flock.
Bailey was unimpressed with all the work and the attention the hens were getting, so she decided to nest in a clump of reeds to see if that would make a difference. I hope she wasn't too disappointed.
Ultimately, the coops are just temporary accommodation because I'm building proper hen houses. We were lucky to pick up a timber garage recently. The previous owner just wanted it gone so it only cost us a van rental. It was built from scratch (so not sectional) on a concrete base and I had to take it apart with a sawzall. Bailey, still unimpressed, decided to supervise as we repurpose it into a predator-proof henhouse with four internal runs and nest boxes. Each run will have a pop hole into separate, bigger external runs.
If that works out, we plan another, even bigger affair to house an ever increasing flock. I can barely contain my impatience. How did I ever find time to go to work? This retirement lark is far too busy.
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9-1-1 season 5
➥ episode fourteen: dumb luck (dir. john j gray)
[Image description: 10 gifs from 9-1-1 season 5 episode 14, Dumb Luck, directed by John J. Gray. Gif 1: Buck and Eddie walk together around the equine therapy center. Gif 2: Bailey and Eric look at each other longingly on the balcony of her new apartment. Gif 3: During a dream, Eddie makes confused faces at Chris, pretending he doesn't know he has whipped cream all over his mouth. Gif 4: Eddie holds two pieces of paper; one with Buck's pink and yellow heart drawing and the other with Chris's more anatomically correct heart drawing. Gif 5: Maddie and Chimney sit in the hospital waiting room together and Chimney tries to comfort her. Gif 6: Lucy sits across from Jonah at a restaurant, showing him the catcher's glove with a sticky note on it that says, "Congrats on a great catch!" Gif 7: Hen opens the door of the donation bin and peers inside. Gif 8: Bobby, Karen, Athena, and Hen sit at the Grant-Nash kitchen table. Gif 9: The camera pans back to show the city as Buck gets ready for a rope rescue on the roof. Gif 10: Chimney and Maddie talking to the doctor at the hospital. /end ID.]
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