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diazsdimples · 5 months

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 and @wikiangela (you should 100% check out their works!!)

Here's a little bit more dad!Buck, I swear I'm so close to finishing chapter one and then I can FINALLY publish it

Eddie helps Buck get the pancakes ready (Eddie will argue he helps, but in reality, he gives Buck a shoulder rub while Buck cooks. After the great waffle-fire of last year, Eddie isn’t allowed to cook anymore) and when they’re ready, him and Buck trail out to the dining room with plates, cutlery, and enough pancake toppings to sink a ship. Aidan, who’s still sitting in Christopher’s lap, lights up when he sees his dads entering the room and claps his hands delightedly, before raising his arms, begging for Buck to take him. “Let’s get you into your highchair, shall we bud?” Buck says as he swings Aidan out of Christopher’s arms, blowing a raspberry on his stomach. Aidan giggles, the noise light and silvery, filling Buck’s chest up with a warm glow. Man, what he wouldn’t do to hear his boy laugh like that all the time. “Has cake now, Daddy?” Aidan asks hopefully as Buck clips him into the highchair. There’s a snort from the other side of the table and Buck turns to see Eddie sniggering into his fist, sharing an amused look with Christopher. “Food motivated, just like his Dad” Eddie teases with a grin. Buck sends him a playful eyeroll and turns back to Aidan. “Is pancakes good enough, my liege?” he asks, pointing to the stack of pancakes on the table. Aidan looks like he’s about to protest the semantics of cake vs. pancakes but he nods, reaching for a plate. “Pancakes good” he replied, stumbling a little over the long word. Buck places a plate on the table in front of the highchair, transferring a pancake to it and picking up the maple syrup. Aidan watches with fascination as Buck drizzles the pancake with syrup, using the flat of the knife to spread it evenly. Eddie and Christopher are hoeing into their own pancakes with the background and there must be something about watching his Papa and big brother eat that has Aidan deciding that he also needs to have his breakfast immediately. Buck fends off little, grabbing hands as Aidan tries to grab the pancake and shove it in his mouth whole. He’s trying to cut it into small, bite sized pieces with every intention of feeding them to Aidan, rather than letting the kid eat with his hands like they usually let him do. Buck loads up the fork with pancake and hovers it in front of Aidan’s mouth, frowning when the boy keeps his mouth stubbornly closed. “Baby, you gotta open up to eat” he says as he nudges the fork against Aidan’s lips, smearing them with syrup. “Do it myself” Aidan replies, reaching out to grab the fork. Buck pulls it back, a little hesitant. “It’s gonna be messy, Aid. Daddy can feed it to you so we can stay nice and clean” he explains, moving the fork towards his mouth again. Aidan crosses his arms, fixing Buck with a deep frown that has Eddie cackling once again. “I big boy!” he says, pouting. “Give up, babe, he’s not gonna back down” Eddie advises, and Buck relents with a sigh, handing the fork over to an extremely pleased Aidan, who immediately shoves the pancake in his mouth. “Bags not doing bath time” Buck says but Eddie fixes him with a sharp look. “I just did bath time, I shan’t be repeating that experience for at least another 48 hours, thank you.” “Looks like you’re up, Chris.” Christopher snorts through a mouthful of pancake. “You wish” he replies. “I’ll be helping Dad get the place ready for guests.”

(No pressure) tagging @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @malewifediaz @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @loserdiaz @daffi-990 @evanbegins @jesuisici33 @watchyourbuck @rainbow-nerdss @fortheloveofbuddie @wildlife4life @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @fionaswhvre @smilingbuckley @weewootruck @monsterrae1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @fruitandbubbles

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kenandeliza · 2 months

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Small doodles of Freddy And Kit

This was mostly just doodling, i dont really think much of the meaning behind them, looking back at this now, Freddy is more of a jokester from his issues with the marvel family with leroy marks, so it probably doesnt make sense that kit is teasing him.

But meh, my brain wasn’t braining when i was drawing it :p

In another note, i redesigned kit slightly :p

#dc comics #captain marvel #shazam #dc characters #billy batson #kenandeliza's art #freddy freeman #kit freeman #christopher freeman #kid eternity #kd doodles #accidentally made kit out of character :p #big brother freddy freeman #i have forgotten how to color #again.

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iamharryhale · 4 months

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Harry: I need another word for water.

Denny: No bones ice.

Christopher: Ocean sauce.

Buck: Earth juice.

Harry:

Harry: I understand they doing it but Buck you’re thirty…

#incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect 911 #evan buckley #harry and harry are brothers #denny wilson #christopher diaz is a national treasure #big brother buck

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northern-punk-lad · 2 months

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Life imitates art

#doctor who #big brother #christopher eccleston

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lightandwinged · 6 months

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Anyway, my WoW: Egg thoughts are as follows:

Being completely honest, I would've missed the announcement entirely except GeForce Now broke with BG3's latest patch and I just happened to refresh Facebook while GLARING at it and was like "oh right, that's a thing."

I legit thought for half a second that they'd decided to eschew cinematics in favor of getting a live actor to play Anduin for half a second, so idk how much the cinematics team is getting paid right now, but I'm petitioning for them to get a raise because goddamn.

I'm very glad they chose Thrall to come and give Anduin the news that his manpain is the new expansion. My boy is all grown up :,)

(I literally don't care if it's called The War Within, it's an egg)

If there isn't already Alleria/Xalatath fic out there, there needs to be.

I am so glad more than just my dragon mounts will now be able to do WHEE flying things.

I've been at this long enough that Delves is just Dark Elves to me, idk.

Lore seems fine or whatever. Apo is sort of sitting here like 'WHY. WHY HAVE YOU COME TO ME NOW WHEN I AM THIS.'

(meaning the full time job professional he is now and not the guild leader he was 10 years ago)

I'll play, because it's just sort of what I do, but so far I feel somewhat detached. Now if WoW 2 ends up happening at the end of the Egg saga, like if Azeroth hatches into "Azeroth, but with better graphics" then we'll talk with more excitement.

#warcraft #wow: egg #for the love of god NVIDIA I just want to kiss an elf #also I'm trying to feel for Manduin here but like #my brother in christopher you and every death knight out there #go chat with Darian Mograine or something and put your big boy pants on #shit go chat with Wrathion he got mind controlled and did bad things #(granted his bad things were because he wanted to but still)#we can't all go sulk in Silithus for an entire expansion when we have a bad day Manduin #you're my boy and I love you #but this isn't Hello Kitty Island Adventure #this is Warcraft

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thefandomchaos · 1 year

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Summers Brother age difference (Movie)

Randomly I started thinking about how Alex Summers is 40yrs old in Apocalypse- and has a 17yr old brother- thats a 23year age gap- why did his parents decided to have another kid so much later than the first?-

In First Class, Alex is 20yrs old- and since first class takes place in 1963, it means he was born in 1943. I’m just guessing here his parents had him young, as we do see them briefly in Apocalypse- but still- assuming they had him in their 20s at least- would mean their in their 60s in Apocalypse!- 50s if we say it was a teen pregnancy.

In Apocalypse, Scott in 17yrs old, we know this because his teacher mentions they were about 7yrs during Days of Futures Past which was 10yrs prior to Apocalypse (and Alex was 30yrs old) with that information- it means that Scott was born in 1966, three years after First Class. Which means their parents decided to have another kid in their 50-40s! Not only would that have been Dangerous for their mother (Katherine Summers) but just- why? Why have another kid 23yrs after your first one? In literally makes no sense to have another kid at that point-

X-men is weird y’all

#marvel #xmen #alex summers #havok #havok xmen #scott summers #cyclops #cyclops xmen #katherine summers #christopher summers #It makes no sense to have another kid 20yrs later-#and like- sure it could have been a accidental baby but still-#just imagine Alex getting a phone call or letter like #- hey! we haven’t probably talked in years and stuff but surprise! your going to be a big brother even tho we are in our 40s! -#and suddenly he has a little brother- who will turn out mutant like him-#thats another thing- what are the chances that both brothers would end up mutant-#we know nobody else in their family has ever been mutant and now suddenly- bam! two mutant kids!

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esonetwork · 6 months

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The Watch-A-Thon of Rassilon: Episode 170: Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways (Don't Think About Death)

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The Watch-A-Thon of Rassilon: Episode 170: Bad Wolf/The Parting of the Ways (Don't Think About Death)

Toni and Joe discuss improv stretch goals, solving the trolley problem, and what’s not a game show in the Doctor Who episodes Bad Wolf and The Parting of the Ways.

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#Bad Wolf #Big Brother #Billie Piper #Christopher Eccleston #Daleks #Doctor Who #jack harkness #John Barrowman #new who #Ninth Doctor #Rose Tyler #The Parting of the Ways #the watch-a-thon of rassilon

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 2 years

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Oopsie Baby (Chapter One)

Summary: This is Part One of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams.

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead Warnings: Cheating (not between any main characters), Car Accident, Minor Character Death, Pat Halstead being a Jerk A/N: I'll post the link to the ao3 page at the bottom. I wasn't sure if people would want every chapter posted here, but I can do that if it's easier and there's interest. Please enjoy my mostly fluffy with a bit of angst story. :D Chapter One:

Chris hadn’t planned on spending the summer before his sophomore year helping his mom get ready for a new baby, but here he was building a crib while she hemmed and hawed over five shades of yellow that all looked the same.

Not that he was pointing that out. Not for a second time anyway.

Nope, he was keeping his head down and getting this crib put together. Not thinking about everything his friends were getting up to without him. Not thinking about the fact that he was going to be fifteen years older than the little rugrat. Not thinking about how much of this prep work his dad was missing out on because he’s on the road so much.

Definitely not thinking about that because that would start him thinking about how often his dad had been away this year and how if his mom was six months along right now then the timing really didn’t make sense considering his dad’s travel schedule…

And now he was thinking about how his dad was probably definitely not the father.

He could tell his dad was working on the same math. There’d been all kinds of whispered fights down in the kitchen every time he was home over the past few months. More than a few ending with his dad stomping out the door to the bar and then sleeping it of off on the couch.

Part of him understood. His dad was away a LOT. His mom had to be lonely. But cheating...

And now there was a baby who was going to be born into a mess that was none of their fault.

So yeah. Chris wasn’t thinking about any of that.

He finished tightening the last screw and set the crib right side up on the floor. His mom turned around, samples in hand and beamed at him. “Thanks, sweetie,” she said.

Chris smiled back and peered over at the samples. “You know,” he said. “I think that one would look real nice.”

“Yeah?” His mom squinted at it and held it up to the wall before glancing back at him. “You think so?” Her face looked so hopeful and Chris had a sudden urge to punch both his father and whoever this mystery baby daddy was. At least one of them should be here, helping his mom, supporting her. But they weren’t. All she had right now was him.

So, he smiled again and said, “Yeah, Ma, I really do.”

Things came to a head two months later when the whispered fights became an all-out yelling match and instead of heading out to the bar, an already half-drunk Gary Herrmann headed down the street and punched Pat Halstead in the face.

Chris managed to drag him back home before things escalated, but not before most of the street was hanging off of their front porches and starting to do the math he’d previously be stuck on.

He dumped his father on the couch and grabbed the bag of frozen peas from his silently weeping mother. Dumping the peas in his dad’s lap, he sank down into the arm chair and buried his face in his hands.

Christ on a cracker.

At least that was one question answered.

Chris glanced up at the kitchen where the gentle clink of the kettle being placed on the stove sounded from. He wanted to storm in there and ask his mom what the heck she’d been thinking. Of all the guys on the street? Pat Halstead? Hopefully this baby retained mostly her genes otherwise they were about to have a raging a-hole on their hands.

His dad groaned from his spot on the couch.

“Hey.” Chris reached over to shake his knee and get his attention. “Pops, you with me?”

A grunt was the only response.

“Hey, listen,” he leaned in close, whispering urgently, wanting to get his message across before his mom came in with the tea no one would drink. “I hope this got it out of your system because you need to get it together,” he said. “Mom needs you. The baby needs you. If you’re going to keep this up, then just stay away because you’re making it worse.”

“Wh’ you t’ tell me,” his dad started and Chris cut him off with a squeeze of the knee.

“I’m the one who’s been the man of the house while you’re off working or drinking,” he snapped. “I’m the one who’s been getting everything ready for this kid.”

“Not my kid,” his dad muttered.

“Screw that. Decide. Right now.” Chris crouched beside his dad, shaking his shoulder until he got a small measure of eye contact. “Either yes, this is your kid. Yes and you cut this crap and you stay and you help mom and you keep this family together and you love that baby. Or no. It’s not your kid. And you leave. And you don’t come back.”

His hands trembled as he held on to his dad’s shoulders and his stomach felt like it was gonna make a break for it, but he held on and wouldn’t let his dad look away.

He was this kid’s big brother and apparently the only member of this family who had it together even a little bit. So he was going to be there for them and do whatever it took.

Even if that meant kicking his dad to the curb. He wasn’t about to let that little baby grow up in a house where it felt anything but loved. It hadn’t hit him how strongly he felt about it until that very moment, but if he really thought about it, he knew it had been building for awhile.

Chris waited his dad out until the man slumped down into the couch. “Yes,” he mumbled. “Yes, what?” Chris asked. This was too important not to make sure.

“Yes, it’s my kid,” he said, voice a little strong, a little clearer this time.

“Okay.” “Okay.”

They nodded at each other and for the first time in months, Chris felt like he could breathe a bit easier. He would have figured out how to make it work. Life with just him and his mom and the baby. If it came down to it. But this was better.

His mom came in with the tea and Chris left them alone to talk.

And it was better, after that. No more fights. His dad was home more and one day, proudly showed up with a gleaming wooden rocking chair for the nursery. And he talked to Chris’s mom’s belly. Telling the baby all about his day and what kind of things they’d get up to once they were all together.

It was weird. There was no doubt about that. But still better.

Finally, on October 31st at 8:36 pm, Rebecca Marie Herrmann was born.

Chris couldn’t stop staring at her – while she slept, while she waved her little fists, while he held her in his arms. She was so tiny and perfect. Definitely mostly his mom’s genes. Barely a drop of Halstead in her. Thank god.

Every once in awhile while he was staring at his tiny, perfect little baby sister, he wondered about them. Her other family. The Halsteads had two little boys. She had two other brothers just down the street. Was it fair that none of them would ever know about the other?

But that’s wasn't his choice. No matter what conflicting thoughts cropped up for him, his parents had made their choice. Rebecca – or Bex as he was calling her, much to his mom’s displeasure – Bex was a Herrmann, all the way.

His parents were actually solid these days. More so than before Bex was born. It was like having her be real finally and in their home made all of the difference. His dad doted on her like he’d built her from scratch. Which…was nice. Chris hadn’t been sure his dad could go the distance on this, but seeing him actually keep his act together? He felt like things might be okay.

About freaking time.

Now he could focus on getting through school and convincing Cindy to go on a date with him.

Which he did. Four months later.

Not sure how he managed it, especially when he realized once he got home that he’d had baby spit on the right shoulder of his shirt the entire time he’d been talking to her. Nice of his buddies to not bother pointing that out to him. And Cindy. She was clearly taking pity on him by agreeing to the date. Girl like that? Funny, smart, beautiful – way out of his league.

But she said yes and Herrmanns didn’t believe in takebacks so he was going to show up at her place this Saturday and sit on her porch until she came out and went to the movies with him as promised.

One date became two and then three and before long, he had a girlfriend. A ridiculously awesome girlfriend.

“We’re keeping her, aren’t we, Bex?” he cooed at his baby sister as he bounced her in the air. She laughed and slapped at his face. “Okay, okay, I won’t get ahead of myself. You’re right.” He tucked Bex into his arm and tickled her belly. “But we’re definitely keeping her.”

Cindy, amazing girl that she was, hadn’t even blinked at his years younger baby sister. Never asked a single awkward question. Just took it in stride and made fast friends with Bex. His parents had managed to turn a few of their dates into babysitting jobs. But he and Cindy never argued. A few hours alone in the house while Bex snoozed in her play pen?

Yeah, sure thing, parents. (Cindy always pumped the breaks before things went too far, but still. It was a pretty sweet deal.)

And on it went. Bex got bigger and he made sure “Cwis” was her favourite person.

He and Cindy graduated high school and she went on to college for interior design and he started out aiming for a business degree. His dad had made enough noise about following in his footsteps that he thought he should give it a try.

He hated it. After bitching to Cindy about it for the billionth time, she told him to quit. “Quit?” he echoed. “But I already paid and Dad—”

“Will eventually understand that you should be doing something you love just as much as he loves his job,” Cindy said. “Chris, sweetie. You’re miserable.”

Bex crawled into his lap and patted at his cheeks. “Don’ be sad.”

“See?” Cindy laughed. “You’re outvoted.”

Chris smiled down at Bex who was now pinching his chin. “I guess I could get at least some of my money back for next semester,” he said. “But then what?”

Cindy leveled a look at him. “You’re telling me you don’t already have another idea lined up in that brain of yours, Christopher?” She reached for his free hand. “I know you,” she said. “It’s not just not liking the courses that’s bothering you. There’s something else pulling at you, right?”

This gal. Always somehow able to see directly into his heart. He looked down at Bex and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Good thing we kept her, eh, Bex? She’s a smartie.” Bex giggled and pulled Cindy closer to their little cuddle fest.

He flopped his head back against the couch and blew out a sigh. “There is something I’ve been thinking about for awhile,” he admitted. Cindy patiently waited him out. “It’s, uh, the Academy,” he said. “I want to be a firefighter.”

Cindy paled a little at that. He’d kept it to himself because he was afraid of how she’d react. Forget his dad. Cindy was the person whose opinion he cared about. This might be the thing that scared her off. Make her realize she could do better than some dumb kid who wanted to run into burning buildings for a living.

But like always, his girl managed to surprise him.

“Well,” she said, gripping his hand tight. “Then I guess you’re going to be a firefighter.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “I guess I am.” “Yay!” Bex cheered, bopping him in the cheek with her fist.

The next day, he went to school and withdrew before heading directly over to the Academy. The following months of training were grueling, but he loved every minute of it. Once he finished, he was bounced around a few houses as a floater before finding a permanent home at firehouse 51.

Cindy’s program finished up in two years and he was feeling solid in his place at 51 so he proposed. Lots of people said they were too young, but Cindy didn’t. She was sure and so was he. So was Bex – not that they were taking votes, but it was nice to see how well Cindy fit in with his favourite Herrmann.

He realized later that Bex was mostly excited about being a flower girl which she’d heard about from some kid in her kindergarten class. The kid ran down the aisle, chucking her petals at everyone. Poor Mouch got some in his mouth.

They got a tiny little apartment with a pull-out couch so Bex could sleepover. It took up most of the living room, but it was worth it. She loved getting to hang out at their “cool ‘partment.”

A year went by and Chris didn’t think life could get much better. Spring was in the air and he and Cindy were circling around maybe possibly talking about having a kid of their own. Wrangling a wild six year old was giving them plenty of experience.

They were spending the night back at his parents place so his folks could go out for their anniversary. The big 2-5. Bex had school the next day so it was easier for them to hang out there and put her to sleep in her own bed. After dinner, he had her out in the yard playing some kind of convoluted tag game she’d made up. And seemed to be still making up? The rules kept changing. Usually in her favour.

Shouts down the street caught his attention. The two Halstead boys were out in their driving shooting hoops and talking trash at each other.

Christ. The Halsteads. He’d nearly forgotten about them. Nearly forgotten about Bex’s other family. He felt a little hand grab at his leg and looked down to see his baby sis leaning against him as she stared down the street at the two boys. Chris wondered if she’d ever talked to them. Felt any kind of connection to them.

“That’s Will and Jay,” she said. “Mama says not to talk to them.” Oh. That answered that. Kind of. Bex said it very matter of fact, but her eyes never left them. He doubted his mom was going to be able to enforce that rule for very long. Not without any explanation.

“Hey, you two,” Cindy called from the front porch. “Time to come in. Bex, you need a bath before bed.”

“Come on, you,” Chris said, hauling Bex up over his shoulder as she squealed. “We gotta scrub you up. Mom and Dad wouldn’t even recognize you right now, you little dirt monster.”

After a bubble-filled bath (“Seriously, Chris?” Cindy side-eyed him and he shrugged. Sue him for being a push-over for his baby sis.) and not one, but three bedtime stories, they finally got Bex to bed and collapsed on the living room couch. They watched some random home makeover shows and waited for his parents to return.

And waited.

Until 1 am when the flashing lights of a police car showed up and a pair of police officers came to the door to change all three of their lives forever. Click here for Chapter Two.

Click here for Chapter Three.

And here's the link to read it on ao3 if you want:

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upontheshelfreviews · 7 months

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Faerie Tale Theatre Reviews: Grimm Party (Faerie Tale Theatre’s Greatest Moments)

For years, Grimm Party was considered a lost episode of Faerie Tale Theatre. I didn’t know much about it going into these reviews, either. When I found out it was packaged with the complete series I was more than a little excited, and knew I had to include it in these reviews. What could it be? A behind-the-scenes look at how the show was made? An in-depth documentary detailing the grim and often…

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