#signed by shannon ⟡₊ ⊹

[lovedazai]

hi pumpkin !! do you have any recs for my first dostoevsky novel? :) i've never read him before !! i usually stick to british lit or classics but i want to try something new !!

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 100% !! i cant recommend it enough, its the best book ive ever read (so far hehe) ur going to have to tell me all of ur thoughts !!! every single one !!

ps do u have any british lit recommendations? :o

#the brothers karamazov is also v good and ivan is so 👀 but id def rec c&p first !! #real footage of me when u call me pumpkin btw > (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) #valentines #signed by shannon ⟡₊ ⊹

[readlikeido]

the roots of chaos - samantha shannon

#post: books #post: mine #bookblr #books #books and reading #booklr #fantasy #fantasy books #the priory of the orange tree #a day of fallen night #the roots of chaos #samantha shannon #book photography #bookstagram #reading #readers #readers community #signed book #waterstones

[athena-xox]

My age hcs for eah characters:

Only the canon characters. I think I’ll make another part with backgrounders. Because every year besides sophomore is pretty bare.

Freshmen:

Coral Witch, Lily-Bo Peep, Meeshell Mermaid, Tiny

Sophomore:

Alistair Wonder, Apple White, Ashlynn Ella, Blondie Lockes, Briar Beauty, Bunny Blanc, C.A Cupid, Cedar Wood, Cerise Hood, Crystal Winter, Darling Charming, Daring Charming, Dexter Charming, Duchess Swan, Faybelle Thorn, Holly O’Hair, Hopper Croakington II, Hunter Huntsman, Kitty Cheshire, Lizzie Hearts, Madeline Hatter, Nathan Nutcracker, Poppy O’Hair, Raven Queen, Sparrow Hood

Juniors:

Farrah Goodfairy, Ginger Breadhouse, Humphrey Dumpty, Jillian Beanstalk, Melody Piper, Nina Thumbell, Rosabella Beauty

Seniors:

Justine Dancer, Ramona Badwolf

#Meeshell is obviously canonically a freshman #or freshfish? #most of the juniors are canon too #In the Shannon hale series #the daughter of the fairygod mother signed a year before raven/Apple #so #farrah goodfairy #as well as a prototype for ginger #but her name was witchy brew #Justine probably hasn’t signed the book yet since that stupid webisode of here says she doesn’t know her destiny #but I say fuck it #and Ramona is canonically older #ever after high #eah #I think the grade classifications would be #prologue legacy fate destiny #and the alumni years would be epilogue #lizzie hearts #apple white #daring charming #raven queen #darling charming #kitty cheshire #holly o'hair #ginger breadhouse #justine dancer #ramona badwolf #cerise hood #cedar wood #nina thumbell

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about Kim filming 13 episodes of ‘failed systems’ (such a hilarious and fascinating choice of show title!) and only 7 being aired and how Chris is now about 13 and was 7 when Shannon died and the play on what Shannon being present (as in alive) for 7 years of Chris’s life but not the remaining 6 of the 13 - years that Eddie has imagined her presence in even though that can never be - dreams of years that will never see the light of day in the same way those 6episodes won’t either.

The whole thing is a play on false hope and misreading signs and puts Chris right at the centre of things even in his absence - I’m obsessed

#the choices in that scene were so intentional #the numbers #the show title #the choice to be on a body of water #In a park off sunset boulevard #Kim wearing a dress that is similar to Shannon’s pregnancy reveal dress while eddie is also wearing a the same colour as that scene #a scene where Shannon lead Eddie on and gave him false hope and Eddie misread signs #choices are being made #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #911 abc

[doodle-do-wop]

In Nightfall when everyone was all paired up for Atlantis trips to try and find Vespera's symbol I just know Biana was spoiling her friends

Not only can she buy them a million little gifts and knickknacks while taking them to her favorite shops

BUT SHE'S PAYING WITH ALVAR'S STUPID CUBE WALLET

Yeah, thats right. Biana Vacker is draining her big bother's birth fund and he deserves it. She'd do it too. Who's gonna stop her? Fitz? Nope, he's turning a blind eye to that. Not his brother, not his problem.

Biana didn't let anyone pay for anything while in Atlantis. She kept saying "it's on me" while fully just paying with Alvar's money.

After kidnapping and torturing her best friends, trying to kill the gnomes, and much much more. Alvar can break the bank a little (a lot) for the multiple clothes shopping trips, the cafe visits, the trinket finding, the random gadget parts, more clothes shopping (the boots were totally Dex's style and you can't blame her if that tunic matched Tam's silver bangs), the rapidly increasing amount of furniture (Dex said the triplets broke his desk leg, it's not like she couldn't not buy it), and so much more.

#shop owners saw Biana coming and got their sold out signs ready #kesler got a new funky lamp for Slurps and Burps #Edaline has no idea what to do with the new end table #Grady did appreciate the ottoman #Biana has never swiped a cube faster in her entire life #easily cracked a huge dent in less than three days #she is insane #kotlc biana #biana vacker #kotlc #the councillors made her give it back #i don't care if the cubes had to be used by the person who owns it #shannon forgot what a keeper was so i get my wallet stealing

[flowerslut]

Years after their departure from Forks, the Cullens have lowered their guard, moved on from their fear, and made plans for the future. There is no sense in a life half-lived, but despite evidence that assures, Jasper refuses to let his guard down. He knows what dangers can lie uncovered. Eventually, the peace is shattered. A package and a poem arrive in tandem. It is a warning. It is a threat. If the Cullens want to survive, they have to act fast.

roots, a twilight fanfiction

coming to an Ao3 + a FF.net near you

Rating: M (for sexual assault, body horror, graphic descriptions of violence) [full list of trigger/content warnings here] Words: ~197k Canon Compliant / Post-Canon / Canon Couples / Jalice-centric

[preview of chapter one under the cut]

Jasper was annoyed.

Not at the high-pitched whine of the overworked Mac or the fact that he could hear Renesmee loudly complaining to Esme on the level below. It wasn’t the pungent odor of whatever Esme was using to clean the oven that drifted through the vents, nor was it the fact that his chair had started squeaking this morning and they were conveniently out of WD-40. He wasn’t even bothered by the fact that Carlisle had ignored three consecutive calls from his cell while he talked on his work phone, and hadn’t muted any of the calls, letting the rhythmic buzzing on top of his desk echo throughout the second floor. 

No. He was annoyed because Rosalie hadn’t answered his texts before their flight.

His eyes flickered to his phone where it sat, propped up against the unused lamp on his desk, before they moved back to the screen of his desktop. Then, he glanced toward the door of his study, back toward the phone, and then to the screen again.

He could hear the other occupants of the house moving about as the day finally ended and the night picked up where it left off. None of them were heading in his direction yet, but he knew that being interrupted tonight was guaranteed.

His last conversation with his wife flickered through his head and he frowned.

Jasper looked back toward his phone.

Then back toward his computer screen.

Eventually the annoying ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ notification flickered across his phone screen, mocking him with its stubbornness. He tapped the ‘resend’ button without another thought, restarting the arduous process of waiting for his damn text message to send.

It wasn’t his main focus tonight. His fingers clicked away on his keyboard, his attention focused more on the internet browser in front of him. 

They were undecided between two different towns now. “Some place new,” their youngest family member had begged. Renesmee had been begging for years now, pretending to be tired of the old homes they’d been shuffling between for over a century now (barely thirty years for her), and it looked like she was finally going to get her way.

It wasn’t for anyone’s sake other but Renesmee’s. They all knew that. It had been almost ten years since his niece had gotten the idea in her head that it would be fun to live somewhere “separate, but close.” Those had been the peculiar words she’d chosen while trying to explain the hypothetical tunnels that they could use to travel between the hypothetical three houses that would be built all “close together but far enough away that any neighbors wouldn’t see”.

They’d never had neighbors close enough to see what was going on in any of their homes, but even so, ‘separate but close’ had turned into a running joke. A ridiculous joke that was inching closer and closer to becoming a true project they’d be taking on soon.

Bella still blamed her daughter’s idea on some urban exploration video she’d watched one too many times during, what she’d called, Renesmee’s ‘breaking-and-entering phase.’

That particular phrasing still made Jasper laugh. 

But Edward had rolled his eyes before going off on another tangent about ‘ethical responsibility’ that they’d all heard some variation of before. He’d never been entertained by his daughter’s adventures across North America as she journeyed into every rusted, grown-over abandoned building she could find, and even less thrilled with the way she’d been enabled by her built-in best friend. 

When Edward told Renesmee no, Jacob usually told her yes. Vice versa. Rinse and repeat.

Jasper’s eyes flickered toward the door across from him, then toward the screen of his phone. The red notification flashed right after he fixed his gaze back on his computer and he, without looking, reached out and pressed ‘resend’ again.

Jasper knew that thirty-six thousand feet above the Pacific Ocean didn’t make for a great place to receive text messages, even if the plane’s wifi worked. Knowing Rosalie, she would enforce her and Emmett’s ridiculous ‘no phone’ rule until they landed at LAX. The only person who had ever protested to that limitation on family vacations had been Alice, and then later, Renesmee had joined in.

Nowadays it was only enforced on trips where Rosalie was around.

Of course Rose and Emmett both checked in every few days for a handful of minutes. They sent pictures, asked how everyone was (Renesmee, mainly) and shared a quick anecdote or two from their trip across South Asia. It was one of the places they hadn’t explored yet, and because they didn’t seem to want to be careful or do more than the basest amount of research into their travels, someone had to.

Jasper brought up another internet window. It had only been minimized, and he was trying not to watch it too closely. (He was barely even watching it at all.) It only took a few seconds to refresh the tabs in the window. Their flight coordinates updated, their plane’s flight progress trip refreshed, and finally the rental car shop around the corner from the airport in Manila updated their systems, confirming the prompt return of their coupe several hours before.

They were still a few hundred miles from the coast and out of radar range. Until their flight was back in line-of-sight range from a tracking station and off of satellite tracing he would continue to refresh the page periodically.

It was something to do while he clicked between ‘for sale’ advertisements in Elkins, West Virginia and in towns around the outskirts of Erie, Pennsylvania. The two towns weren’t similar in many regards, except for more cloud cover than the average small town. The hundreds of acres of affordable land was what had become most appealing to Esme, who had already begun to draw up ideas as to what their new home—or homes—would look like.

Of course Esme had also been far too willing to indulge Renesmee with her planning. It provided her with two things: the ability to keep her entire family close, and the challenge of designing and constructing multiple homes.

The upstairs loft area was covered end to end with sketches and blueprints and fabric samples. Alice had been forced to utilize her smaller sewing machine as of late, even moving it into his study so she could work “with some god-forsaken space to think” while fixing up a few of her current projects.

 Jasper laughed when she first complained under her breath that the power of suggestion was useless in the face of Esme with a project underway. She’d ranted more than once to him over the past few months about how she’d have to restitch every hem she’d applied to the family’s winter wardrobe once Renesmee’s curtain-and upholstery-designing lessons were done with. When Jasper had suggested she use the area when Renesmee and Esme weren’t around, she just whined more about “the principal of it all!” and had since then refused any alternative ideas.

The power of suggestion, he noted, was also useless when it came to his wife.

Jasper sighed quietly and regretted it instantly. The footsteps that had been halfway toward the stairs at the end of the hall paused, and with a turn and a skip, he knew his peace was as good as over.

He minimized his pages of tracking details and pulled up the real estate website on his browser. Two seconds later, a peculiar knock that lasted several seconds and included a variety of multi-finger taps and scratches, echoed through his study.

“Is that The Prophet’s Song?” He asked, without needing to. They both knew that was the beat that had just been rapped against the wood.

A frustrated groan carried through the door before it was flung open. Renesmee’s exasperation was as clear in her tone as it was in her aura. “What the hell!” She flung her hands up dramatically before letting them fall to her thighs with a slap. “You’re too good at that,” she complained. “It’s so annoying.”

“If you keep picking songs from popular bands it’s going to be easy.” He fixed his eyes back onto his screen as she strode in. She didn’t bother closing the door behind her; anything they said would be heard throughout most of the house whether the door was open or not. “That’s also the third Queen song you’ve chosen this month.”

“I’m on a Freddie Mercury kick.”

“Is that so?”

“An 80s kick, really.” 

“That song came out in ’75.”

She huffed. “You know what I mean.” Jasper knew he wasn’t getting out of this conversation easily when she didn’t sit herself down on the couch or the chaise beneath the window. Renesmee perched herself on the edge of his desk and grinned at him. “Dad doesn’t think I should get to have a room in Aunt Rosie’s house and their house so I’m digging deep into his favorite music eras.”

Jasper snorted. He kept his eyes trained on the screen as he clicked through photos of a few decrepit farmhouses on one of the properties he was looking at. “Very mature.”

“Thank you, I think so, too.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “At least I’m not campaigning for my own house. Which I totally could, by the way. Grandma said she’d help me design one and I know Mom wouldn’t fight me on it. Dad’s just stubborn.”

“He can also probably hear you.”

“No, he and Mom went ‘hunting’,” she stage-gagged and shuddered with all the dramatics Jasper had grown to expect from her over the years. He’d only met Bella’s mother twice, but sometimes he swore that Renesmee took after her more than she did either of her parents.

It was a theory that annoyed Edward, so naturally Jasper had adopted it into his belief system and brought it up at regular intervals.

He performed a quick sweep of the remaining auras in the house. Alice was down in the den with Esme, both of them highly amused by some conversation they were having or TV show they were watching. Carlisle was in his office, expelling a fragile exasperation that Jasper knew wouldn’t last, as he explained over the phone to a member of the hospital staff that yes, while he did want his patients to have a direct link to him for emergencies, a baby with repeated bouts of hiccups did not constitute as an emergency.

Jasper silently noted Bella and Edward’s absence. “Time to plot then, I suppose,” he hummed as he opened a new tab and prepared to research machinery rentals in Elkins. After they priced out how much it would cost to start construction there, they could get the ball rolling. The minimized window at the bottom of his screen was tempting him, but he pointedly ignored it. He could wait for Renesmee to leave before refreshing it.

Renesmee groaned and then laughed. “Aunt Alice is right!”

Jasper quirked an eyebrow but didn’t avert his gaze. He knew that, but— “About what?”

“You’re such a worrywart.”

He lifted his eyes to see her leaning overtop of two of his monitors to glance at the screen of his phone. The red words declaring ‘SMS NOT DELIVERED’ had flickered once more across the screen without him noticing. His unsent text message was still green where it sat in his phone.

He reached out for the device and turned the screen off before he pocketed it.

“Instead of sending them Zillow links you could just, I don’t know, ask them for updates probably. Not that Aunt Rosie will reply to either.” Jasper ignored her. Since she couldn’t see the screen he was looking at, he quickly closed down the browser that had held all of Emmett and Rosalie’s flight tracking information and trip details. It would take him a few minutes to hack back into the TRACON but it would give him something to do after Renesmee left. “Aunt Alice told me Aunt Rosie hadn’t replied to you in like, four days. I bet she blocked your number.”

He finally met her expression. Her shit-eating grin was the same one Edward wore sometimes.

Jasper rolled his eyes. “To what do I owe the harassment of my favorite niece?”

“And don’t you forget it!” She hopped up off of the desk and walked over to the couch, flipping through some discarded mail. “You really ought to open this you know,” she told him as she lifted up a letter from their new forger. “If Mom finds out you haven’t replied she’s going to steal this.”

Jasper stood and walked around his desk, taking both the unmarked letter and the rest of the mail from her hands. “Renesmee.”

“Uncle Jasper.” She tried to school her expression into something more serious as she saluted him, but the smile was still there on the corners of her lips.

He ruffled her hair before she could smack his hand away, then turned toward his file cabinets. “What do you want?”

“I want to go hunting!”

“No.”

“Oh, come on—”

“Why do you want your dad mad at me, too?”

A deal had been made last year when Renesmee got her way and they’d all agreed to do something different and start from scratch in their next town. She would have to turn her diet back to mainly human food before the new year, limiting her hunts to once a month and then, eventually, once every other month.

Something about theories surrounding her nutritional intake and the fact she needed to diversify her diet. Jasper hadn’t been paying too much attention to everyone’s renewed interest in Renesmee’s health. There’d been one incident in the past few years where her health had been taken into question—a flu that had made her bed bound for four days—but even that being a singular isolated incident hadn’t prevented it from turning into Carlisle and Rosalie’s main hobby.

“I thought you were the fun uncle.”

He cracked half of a smile at that. “We both know that’s not true.”

“If I go alone Dad will really have a bitch fit. You and Aunt Alice are like, the only two willing to let me do whatever without having an aneurism.” She paused. “Well, Mom sometimes, too.”

“Great. Talk to her when she gets back.”

Jasper almost felt bad about the wave of genuine frustration and acute disappointment that filled the room as Renesmee made a silent exit, not bothering to close the door behind her. If he weren’t currently occupied he’d probably consider her offer more. After all, she was right about one thing.

He loved his niece, but he didn’t give a damn what she did. If she wanted to test out whether hybrids could get tetanus or how much blood she could really ingest before getting ill, who was he to stop her?

#august 28th <- save the date yall! [alice voice] it's TIME #jalice #twilight fanfiction #alice cullen #jasper hale #roots #Dead Dove Do Not Eat; please don't make me tap the sign once chapters start coming out #shannon switches out the angst for her first attempt at horror #brace yourself for over a year of fic/playlists/moodboards/pain #anyways this is like 1/3rd of chapter 1 and it's not FULLY finished being edited but i'm too excited not to Announce this

[fruitydiaz]

did eddie take kim back to his place after their dinner because. if he did. what did he do with all the pictures of shannon

#or did they pick a place close to kim's so they could go to her house after #if this continues does he have to find ways to keep her from going to his house and does it get weird #or does he have to try to wipe away all traces of shannon just to have her over #or does eddie not even think about the pictures because he's too caught up in the fantasy #al talks #i was writing something and now i have more questions than answers #more questions if the first time kim comes over is not after their date and eddie's carefully checking the house for all signs of shannon #does it make him feel sick to his stomach #does it make him feel worse than cheating on marisol did (does?) #at what point does he start to realize.

[katyobsesses]

when — not if but when — buddie get together I have a feeling we're going to get a montage of all the moments where they were obviously Meant To Be

#im rewatching rn waiting for the new ep #shannons just come back and literally said the words 'i needed someone to have my back' #its gonna become canon #all the signs point to it #ALL OF THEM #and i only got into the show during the mid season hiatus last season #its there in every little crack and crevise of their relationship. relationSHIPS even with other people #this is my first time rewatching (jumping around a bit at first so i watched s3 onwards and just went back to s2) and its just all THERE #come on season sex #pull the threads together #9-1-1 #911 #buddie #buck buckley #eddie diaz

[thetrolltolls]

wait ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm emotions have finally caught up....... this post coming to you from running on like 6 hours of sleep all weekend but....... when i started sunny i felt like it was sooooo past it's heyday and i would never get to see or do fun things related to the show and now i have met rcg and did the four walls events and will see the live podcast this week and i am just soooo happy that they still get out there and do cool things like this? not sure if you guys saw but on saturday glenn and charlie went to signings in THREE different locations (all over 40 minutes from each other) and then yesterday they did the panel at the food festival in queens, did the four walls bar at the food fest and then went to multiple bars in greenwich village which was another 30+ minute drive. and let's not forget flying to new york a week before the live podcasts to do all this. and yeah i know it's to promote the whiskey but it is really cool to see them interacting with so many fans in like.... 2023???? i just never expected this when i started becoming a freak about this show. every time a new season aired i'd be like "damn i hope the next one won't be the last one!" and then Bam october 2023 glenn and charlie are going to multiple meet and greets in the same day..... i'm just reflecting.... to start watching a tv show in 2016 that originally aired in 2005 and then flash forward SEVEN years and i am attending events that are semi-related to the show is so insane. i just never ever expected them to do a whole lot of press or live events or anything like this. even when i heard they did comic-con i was like WOW???? and here i am, one screening, one studio interview, one signing and one pop-up bar later! and a live podcast to come....,,...

#and again i know this is all promotions for other stuff #but it still makes me feel so 🫶 #glenn and charlie THREE SIGNINGS IN ONE DAY!!!!! #THEY REALLY DIDNT HAVE TO DO MORE THAN ONE!!!!!! #THEY ARE SO KIND 😭🔫 #THEY ARE DOING SOOOO MUCH RIGHT NOW!!!!! #THEYVE ONLY BEEN HERE FOR LIKE THREE DAYS AND THEY HAVE DONE SO MUCH #and not to mention the STUUUUPID shit they hear fans say over and over #I need my old men to rest! #i think i'm done now #shut up shannon

[magenta-somethings]

the other panelists (paraphrasing): you can finish a painting or record a whole album in a day, wouldn’t it be nice to do that with a book

samantha shannon: well, i’m sure brandon sanderson has at some point

— my attempt at transcripting an exchange between samantha shannon, garth nix and shelley parker-chan @ the sydney writer’s festival

#swf #samantha shannon #brandon sanderson #wasn’t expecting to hear his name #but maybe I should have considering it was a fantasy worldbuilding panel #currently in line for signings — wish me luck

[theriu]

Outcasts & Runaways - Book 2 Snippet

[[Wanted to share one of my favorite scenes from book 2 of my WIP O&R series. =D For context: Barrenger is from another reality and just spend multiple pages angsting. The kids are humans. Lyra is mute but can imperfectly speak using her noise-controlling powers. Brock controls electricity. Shannon has superspeed. Jenny is 6 and can make strange animal critters appear.]]

As his hand closed on the doorknob, Barrenger consciously slipped on the reserved mask he wore in public, feeling it settle over his features like a familiar shield. They’d already seen his mask crack—alright, shatter was a better description—but that stopped now. No matter how bizarre this world might be, no matter how much his injuries still ached and his emotions threatened to rip out of his control, he would hold it together until he had to make his own way. He would not be caught off-guard again.

Barrenger opened the door to small-scale chaos.

“Whooooo!!!” Brock darted past, trailing a strange black rope that crackled and sparked. “Hey, Bear-Guy’s awake! Bear-guy, I found a live power cable!” The sheer glee in the kid’s voice triggered warning flags deep in Barrenger’s subconscious. Black scorch marks lined the concrete floor in a trail behind the kid, and Barrenger felt the absolutely peculiar sensation of every hair on his furry body standing up in a sudden wave of static.

“Puuuuuttt thhaaaat doooowww—” Lyra’s whispering words were louder and more labored than usual, like an irritated and very slow spirit howling at the punk kids invading its castle. It made Barrenger’s ear canals itch. Then a white blur whipped past, and Brock yelled. Sparks flashed a second before Shannon solidified into view with an angry screech.

“You shocked me, you bat! That hurt!”

“I said I was live, serves you right! Who’s scared to spar now?”

Jenny sat on the floor next to the strange lamp [camp lantern], happily surrounded by two colorful, furry creatures and a hulking reptile half as tall as Barrenger. They appeared to be having tea with discarded metal parts for cups. The reptile was yellow, orange, and purple, and had a hat.

There were too many things to stare at. Barrenger looked at the one that felt the least concerning. “Uh . . . Lyra? What, uh . . .” This was going to be harder than he’d thought.

#outcasts and runaways #outcasts & runaways #river writes #Barrenger #brock #lyra #jenny #shannon #river's ocs #you know it's a good sign when you crack up at your own stuff you wrote like four years ago

[lovedazai]

hi mai mai !! do you have any book recs? :)

my sweetest shannon <33 im not sure if u’ve read it already but crime & punishment is my fav book ever, i felt like i couldn’t put it down !! some other ones i enjoyed were sweet bean paste by durian sukegawa, the picture of dorian gray by oscar wilde, i hope this doesnt find you by ann liang, pachinko by min jin lee, tokyo ueno station by yu muri, what you are looking for is in the library by michiko aoyama

#valentines #signed by shannon ⟡₊ ⊹ #if u have any recs too pls dont be shy !! i always love new books 🥹

[drowninginabactatank]

The Broken Binding edition of The Bone Season (10th Anniversary Revised) by Samantha Shannon is STUNNING! ✨️

Details: hand signed by the author, foils on the front back and spine of this royal hardcover, gorgeous digital edge art, custom endpapers, H & T bands, ribbon bookmark.

And The Broken Binding plans to do special editions for the whole series!

#the bone season #samantha shannon #the broken binding #bookblr #bookworm #reading #sprayed edges #bookish 📚 #mine #my bookshelf #signed

[leothil]

Since we now know Shannon was born in 1992, I have decided that my final headcanon is that Eddie was born in 1990. This adds up with what we know in canon, but it's also for the purely selfish reason of making him the same age as me.

#also makes him 21 when chris was born so 20 when shannon got pregnant and he signed up for the army and got married #a BABY #just frida thoughts

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Something something about how all of Eddie’s traumas - well, shooting and now campervan have lead to him being out of contact/ unable to talk properly or at all to the 118, but to buck specifically and in increasingly limited degrees. Next to zero contact in the well and none directly with buck except cutting his line ( it’s always bobby or Chim on the radio to him). Then the shooting - he’s in and out of consciousness and can only check buck isn’t hurt. Now he’s on the radio - the line is open but words are laboured and difficult but there are more of them.

Something something about Eddie needing to talk - to use his words and how he didn’t after the well / he changed his will, but didn’t verbalise it. After the shooting he did have some of the words - he told Buck about said will - because he knew he needed to find them. And now in a season where he’s been playing word games against time and we’ve seen him being more verbal - what are we going to get

#I’m obsessed with the increasing levels of Eddie being sble to talk that we’re getting after traumatic events #because it even goes all the way back to Shannon - he signed up for a tour without talking to her about it #there’s something in Eddie learning to talk - to let Buck (and to a certain extent the 118) gave his back - how he learnt from not having #Shannon’s back and has been doing an increasingly good job of communicating #so of course it needed to be buck in the other end of the radio - because it it buck who has had Eddie’s back and who has created the #environment in which eddie has been able to figure out how to grow and be able to communicate #it’s such a subtle but key part of eddie and his relationship with buck #911 spoilers #911 on fox #911 fox #911onfox #eddie diaz #evan buckley

[1990jeevas]

seeing johnnie guilbert gain popularity again is rly funny bc i went to the mde tour in uh. i wanna say 2016. and it was terrible

#this was not the fault of mde btw #they were sick but also most of the crowd was asshole moms and i kept getting deadass #shoved and yelled at by them bc they wanted Their Kid to get the best view and a shirt before #they sold out #it was fuckn stupidddd #got my ticket signed by shannon and tyler tho??? #i say all this just to say its crazy seeing him on my tl and stuff now when i was so insane about him in 7th grade #that i got my friends to go see mde in boston. we do not live near boston. #i stood within 100ft of johnnie and remember almost none of the expierence bc i was so unhappy there #shit self