#this is the most howie answer ever

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

The Look of Love.

Synopsis - You, Buck and Eddie are absolutely, undeniably, head over heels in love with each other. It seems like everyone can see it except for the three of you.

Pairing - Evan Buckley x Female Reader x Eddie Diaz

Warnings - none!! just idiots in love.

Word Count - 1k

Author's Note - oh my buddie heart was bursting while writing this. whenever I watch 911, I always think about how easy it'd be to be friends (or more than) with eddie and buck. and then this was born!! hope you enjoy reading this sweetness as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Buck twirls you around, strong arms circling your waist. Your feet don't touch the ground as he spins you, the skirt of your dress billowing in the breeze. You lean back in his hold, and catch sight of Eddie throwing Christopher up in the air, both of them laughing.

Buck puts you down and grins at you, Cheshire cat smile bright and blinding. You smooth your hands across his chest, flattening out his crisp white dress shirt where you've crinkled it. You tug at his bow tie, straightening it gently. Your gaze meets his, and you beam at him.

"Have I told you how handsome you look tonight, Evan Buckley?" you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck to sway with him. There's a smooth, jazzy melody echoing through the huge backyard, illuminated by golden, twinkling lights.

He quirks a brow at you cheekily before answering.

"I wouldn't mind hearing it again."

"I'm sure you wouldn't," you laugh, shrieking as he dips you backwards quickly.

"Well, you look very handsome. I like you in a tux."

You swear you see him blush slightly, heat creeping across his cheeks. He finds his confidence again, sliding his hands across the exposed skin of your back slowly.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," he tells you sincerely, eyes never leaving yours. "I should tell you that more often."

"Yes, you should," you tease, grinning at him.

You take notice of his smile, his relaxed shoulders, the way he's swaying with you effortlessly.

"You love weddings, don't you?"

"Hell yeah I do!" he replies delightedly. "Everyone I love all in one place, dancing, music... what more could you want?"

You can't wipe the smile off your face. He's right. The entire 118 is here, together as a family. Everyone is happy, excited to be celebrating Bobby and Athena's vow renewal. It's not often you all get to leave work at work and enjoy yourselves completely. You plan to make the most of every single second.

You feel two warm hands find your hips from behind, instantly leaning back into the broad chest behind you, knowing who it is immediately.

"Hola, Mr Diaz."

"Hola, hermosa."

"You gonna keep her all to yourself all night, Buckley?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you, over the top of where Bucks are already resting. You're sandwiched between the two of them, completely content.

"We were avoiding you and your terrible dance moves," Buck jokes, the three of you swaying together now.

"Are you hearing this?" Eddie asks incredulously, chuckling into your ear. "My terrible dance moves?"

"Don't listen to him, Eds. His ego lies to him."

"It's called confidence! Sorry if I have faith in my dance moves!"

The three of you laugh, bodies and souls tangled and intertwined on the dance floor.

Across the backyard, Chimney and Hen are sat at their table, watching you, Buck and Eddie move to the music, arms wrapped around one another.

"They really love each other, don't they?"

"Oh, yeah," Hen laughs. "Wish they'd all just admit it."

Chimney looks at his best friend in confusion, brows quirked and face crumpled.

"... What?"

"Oh, come on, Chim," Hen chuckles. "It's twenty twenty three. Get with the program."

"You mean, like, love love," Chim confirms, still puzzled.

"Yes, Howie. Love love. In love. The three of them are completely in love."

Chimney processes for a moment, before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, shit!" he laughs. "They totally are!"

"Damn, men are oblivious. How am I the only one that's noticed?"

"You aren't," Bobby and Athena say in unison, pulling out chairs to sit at the table.

"But we can't rush them. Good things like this take time," Athena offers.

Bobby glances over at the dance floor. You're holding Buck and Eddie's hands, and Chris is too, the four of you dancing and laughing. He smiles for moment, before speaking.

"You know they basically live together?"

When he's met with confused faces, he continues.

"They all crash at Eddie's place with Christopher so often, they've practically moved in. Buck hasn't slept in his own apartment in months."

"I mean, how do you even... navigate something like that? The three of them? It's so complicated," Chimney asks genuinely.

"They'll figure it out," Bobby assures. "They always do."

With that, he rises from his chair and across the yard. He scoops Christopher up into his arms, promising him cake and soda, much to Eddie's dismay. He winks at Buck before carrying Chris away, leaving the three of you alone.

Eddie surprises you by grabbing your hand and then Bucks, pulling you both away from the crowd.

"Come on. I wanna show you something."

He leads you up and into the guest bathroom of the house, rolling his eyes at you and Bucks suggestive comments. He's first to climb out the window and onto the roof, making sure you get through safely in your dress.

The three of you sit and watch your friends in the yard below, quietly reflecting. You're suddenly aware of the way you're sandwiched in between them again, thighs pressed together. You lean left and rest your head on Eddie's shoulder, interlinking your right hand with Bucks.

"How lucky am I?" you breathe. "To be surrounded by so much love."

Eddie rests his head atop of yours, smiling as he watches Buck lean in to rest his on your shoulder. The three of you exhale.

"We're the lucky ones," Buck murmurs. "I never thought I'd have this."

"Well you do," Eddie reassures. "And we're not going anywhere, Buckley."

"He's right, Buck. We're not going anywhere. Ever."

Evan sits up to kiss you on the cheek, before leaning over you and doing the same to Eddie.

The three of you sit on the roof, bodies and souls intertwined, illuminated by the moonlight. How lucky you are, to be surrounded by so much love.

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[officerrrfriendly]

More To The Story, Chapter Two.

Back to the old house.

chapter one

ThisCharmingGirl: So, what does all this mean? The Russian, the hand signs - why the fuck is his head shaved?!

ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...

ThisMustBeThePlace: See?! Something isn't right. I can't answer your question about the Russian but I can provide you some details on that hand sign. Its the signal for MkUltra- which may explain the shaved head.

"Okay, what the fuck..." you bite your lip anxiously, in an attempt to contain your hysteria, shaking your head before continuing to type.

ThisCharmingGirl is typing...

ThisCharmingGirl: MkUltra?? Like the mind control experiments- I'm freaking the fuck out. And dude-lady, whatever, how do you have access to all of this?

ThisCharmingGirl: sorry. guess I'm just kind of lost.

ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...

typing.....

ThisMustBeThePlace: Firstly, yes - like the mind control experiments run covertly by the CIA in 1953. Secondly, I understand you're panicked, but I'm just a geek who got a little too curious while in an online chatroom. Thirdly, I'm a dude- LOL. Lastly, you don't have to apologise...

Before you could type a response - two new messages appeared on the tiny computer screen.

ThisMustBeThePlace: This would be a whole lot easier to explain over the phone.

The last message was his phone number, along with a 'call me :)'

Sigh.

The dial tone of the landline begins to sound whilst you nervously twist the long wire around your index finger in anticipation. It rings not even four times before somebody answers.

"Hayes residence, Howie here- how can I help?" a deep, mature-sounding voice questioned.

“Oh..Hi! Are you-“ you began to speak,

ThisMustBeThePlace was a man...hm. Not what you were expecting but neither was the idea that Tammy's kid had been abducted by the CIA to experiment with mind control aft-

"That's for me! Sorry Uncle Howie, uhh hello? you still there?" a younger, but still cute voice calls out... he sounds out of breath.

You hear a grumble, assuming it's from the older man as he passes the phone to the person you were really supposed to be conversing with. You nearly forgot to answer, however luckily remembered as you asked, "Hi, yes- uhh, you're the guy I spoke to on AOL?"

His breath catches in his throat for a moment before he continued to speak, he doesn't really speak to girls that often - cut him some slack!!

"Indeed I am...you're charming- I mean uhh, you're ThisCharmingGirl, right?" he stutters, resisting the urge to facepalm himself so hard he knocks his brain out.

You chuckle, quietly- faintly.

He still hears it, and he wishes he could've recorded the sound. Because it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

"And you're the geek who quite enjoys Talking Heads...ThisMustBeThePlace?" you question, glancing beside you at the kitchen counter right where you had brought the small, slightly crinkled missing poster to sit.

He chortles, not so quietly- and replies, "yeah, that's me." - and you think it's the cutest little laugh you've ever heard.

'I wonder what he looks like-' you began to ponder, but didn't allow the thought to live further as you remembered the aim of your call- the small, and endangered boy who sat smiling in his ghostbusters Halloween costume - on the missing poster.

"Shall we...get into the nitty gritty then?"

You had both seemingly talked for hours, and you decided to switch to the cordless phone in your dad's room - which was supposed to be used solely for business - but technically, this was business and very important business at that. You switched to the cordless phone so you could move back to your computer along with a notebook and pen. Finley... you had come to learn his name was - was exclusively the only reason why the notebook had jottings in it in the first place, he was the one providing you with the actual notes. He informed you about MKUltra, its history, its aim and why they had shaved Tommy's full head of chestnut brown, bowl-cut style hair, hypothetically…of course.

You sat in silence for a moment, pondering as you ran your hand that wasn't holding the cordless phone through your hair, something you'd often do when you're stressed.

"I just don't understand, Why him? Why Tommy out of all people, do these MKUltra coo-coo people have a criteria or something?" you broke the silence, with a rather reasonable inquiry.

"Well...I assume it's the same as when cult leaders scout for people to join their cult. They prey on people who are vulnerable, who have weaknesses, trauma..." Finley continued to ramble, it all made sense, in theory- what he was saying but you just couldn't wrap your head around the idea that all of that mind control shit could be happening in your town, Drellington? Really?

It got to around six thirty in the afternoon when you had finally decided to look at the time which was presented at the bottom right of the computer screen.

"Fuck!! Shit!!!" you winced, you were so, irrevocably and unconditionally fucked.

you were late for work, again.

Landon was going to have your head.

After your joyous discovery that you were late for work, for the FOURTH time this week, you quickly wrapped up your phone call with Finley and told him you'd drop him a message when you were home.

Your legs couldn't move fast enough on your rusted, desperately in need of oil- pushbike. You were sure you looked like a total fool as you rushed towards the fat wooden sign engraved with the words 'The Tipsy Tangle' which hung with pride from a lampost.

You were careless once you had reached the double doors of the bar, you dropped your bike and rushed inside. You could already feel Landon's irate gaze as it almost scorched onto the very back of your head.

"Sweeper, get your ass over here- NOW!!" she scolded, angrily calling for you with a vexed gesture of her hand motioning for you to 'come closer.'

You hesitantly began to approach the door of the backrooms, preparing for your untimely death. When suddenly, a voice sparked from behind you, and you didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. “Lord…you, young lady... are in for one hell of a verbal ass-whooping! She's been cursing your damn soul for the past hour and a half." Dean, a regular at the Tipsy Tangle, snorted- shaking his head before picking up his bottle of Heineken beer, raising it to you in a 'cheers' motion before taking a long swig.

"Yeah, thanks for the warning Dean- I couldn't already tell she was mega pissed with me before you said anything." you scowl, sarcasm rich in your tone, before you begin to make your way to the backroom where a very furious Landon awaited your arrival.

"hey, sweeper! are you gonna make me wait any longer than I have been for you?! get your ass back here, pronto!" she growls, fed up.

You practically sprint to the backroom after that.

You begin to apologise before you even enter the small, desolate room full of boxes and barrels of alcohol- an alcoholic's wet dream.

"Listen I know what you're going to say and I cannot apologise enough-"

"NO, you listen sweeper- every damn day of the week so far I have been staying here, making up for you being majorly late!! Working overtime, covering for your ass and quite frankly, it stops NOW," she continues to rant, her hands making quick-paced and angry motions, "it's time for you to C.Y.A, you know what that means sweeper?" she questions, however not giving you time to answer. "Cover. Your-own. Ass. That's what the hell it means, learn it and live by it! No apologies necessary. Now…i'm finally heading home to smoke some pot and sleep. Like I was supposed to do nearly two hours ago!!"

As she left the Tipsy Tangle she apparently took the rest of your words with her as well, she had never exploded at you like that before.

"C.Y.A, noted." you mumble, nodding your head, fatigued.

The rest of your shift played out as it usually did. It was a Thursday night- so you weren't too crowded, thank god.

Randy held a cigarette in his left hand covered with inked tattoos and took a long drag, before blowing out a lengthy trail of smoke. You spoke up, "You know, you should really quit that- your wife doesn't like it very much, Randito." you informed your grumpy boss, nodding towards his wife Cheryl, who was cleaning a table nearby, as you filled up a pint for Dean. Who yes, was still there, hours later.

"Y'know, I didn't hire yew’to be my marriage counsellor, Trevor. I hired you cus' I owed your Pops a favour n'I needed somebody else to help keep Dean-O-holic over here, in check." Randy retorted, disregarding your advice - his tone rich in humour as he nodded to dean who, plastered out of his mind, was singing along to Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love A Bad Name' whilst bopping his head to the beat of the song- anticipating his pint.

Fighting the urge to break into a fit of laughter, you purse your lips closed as you place the pint down in front of Dean- who when he spots the beverage, starts to sing along even more passionately before pausing to take a sip and dramatically sighing after doing so.

You, Dean and Randy burst into a mix of giggles and delighted chuckles. Whilst Randy's wife, Cheryl throws you an amused smile, shaking her head before disappearing into the back of the bar.

Once you had gotten home safe, you thought to quickly hop on AOL and check if Finley had messaged you at all whilst you were at work.

Only one message, you click 'Open.'

ThisMustBeThePlace: Important news!! Call soon, hope you got home okay from work :)

Despite the burning curiosity you had for the important news, you couldn't help but smile when you read the sweet message at the end of his message.

—————

end of chapter two!!

they talked on the phone, and were both nervous- cuties :))

IN SUMMARY,

landon’s mega pissed at you, preaches C.Y.A, finley’s cute AND smart, Deans an alcoholic, Randito’s a chain smoker, and you…are an excellent sweeprr and apparently make a damn good pint!!

@stveharringtn you have been so supportive throughout my whole time so far writing this fic!! thank u sm :))

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[honorarybuckley]

maddie calls chimney first. he answers before the phone can ring even once.

“maddie? what happened? is he...” he can’t bear to complete that sentence. doesn’t want to jinx it with the word alive and can’t believe in a world where he’s dead.

“he’s waking up, howie.” a smile starts to bloom, heard in her voice and coloring her face with relief and awe. chimney lets out a whoop loud enough that he’s probably woken up jee. he doesn’t really care if he wakes up the entire world right now because the one person who needed to wake up the most finally has. albert runs in from the other room and chim gives him a thumbs up. albert smiles and leaves, presumably to tell sang and myung the good news.

“he started breathing on his own after a few seconds and now he’s in and out of consciousness. they’re going to want to do tests but everything looks good at the moment.” maddie sits on a chair in the waiting room, unwilling to stray too far from buck’s room or their parents’ sides. it’s the first time in days the space hasn’t been haunted by a stream of visitors for buck. she’d finally convinced everyone to wait at home for the news, knowing that the weight of their collective grief could level the hospital if things had gone the other way. she should know better than to underestimate her baby brother.

“when can we come see him?” chim asks, wiping a rogue tear off his cheek, already making plans. he’ll need to ask his dad and myung to watch jee-yun. albert will probably want to go to the hospital. his skin feels tight at the thought of leaving his daughter alone with his father even if it’s not the first time this week, but he knows that it’s the decision that makes the most sense and his need to see buck outweighs his discomfort at the moment.

“not until the morning,” maddie sighs, a knowing note in her tone that anticipates his impatience. “he'll be out of it for a while longer and then they won’t move him out of the icu until they’ve run all their tests. i will probably be home late tonight and we can come in together, ok?”

“got it.” chimney bounces on the balls of his feet, suddenly full of energy. he can wait eighteen hours. totally. “uh, what about you? do you need anything? what can i do?”

“i’m fine chim,” she promises, “but could you maybe call everyone else? i want to get back to him.”

“yeah, yeah. sure thing.” he makes his way to jee’s room to check on her just to have something to do with his body. “go back and give him our love. let him know the swarm is coming,” he laughs.

“thanks, chim, love you.”

“i love you too.”

—————

chimney knows he should start with bobby but the frenetic thrum in his blood needs to hear hen’s soothing voice so he dials her first.

“chim? has maddie called?” hen asks as soon as she picks up, steady as ever.

“he’s awake.”

instantly hen’s facade crumbles and without warning, she starts crying. karen rushes in from the kitchen at the sound, a potato peeler still in her hand. hen does her best to smile for her wife and it’s enough for karen. for now. she comes to sit with her and hen clings. for days she’s tried to be strong, be the support for everyone around her as they try to keep it together, only letting her fears out once she goes home to her wife at the end of the day. but with two words it all becomes dust.

“hen? hey, it’s okay. i said he’s awake,” chim repeats as if she’d heard him wrong. past her heavy breathing, she can practically hear him pacing. while she tries to pull the pieces of herself spilling out on the floor back together, chim keeps talking, excited and concerned.

“maddie says we can see him first thing tomorrow. they should have him in a room by then. i’m not going to bother with shifts, i doubt anyone would stick to them anyway. they’ll just have to deal with all of us." the pattern of hen’s breathing has calmed and she even chuckles softly at the mental image of the full force of the 118 crowding into a tiny hospital room. “he’s gonna be okay, hen.”

karen cups hen’s cheek in her damp hand and wipes a thumb through the path of her tears before kissing her once on each cheek. she silently slips back into the kitchen.

“i can’t believe it,” hen admits, the familiar haunting image of buck’s body hanging above them all invading her mind like an unwanted guest.

“i know,” chimney sighs. “one day his luck is gonna run out.”

they sit in the eerie, weighted silence that thought deserves for a moment.

“not today, though.”

“‘there is only one thing we say to death,’” chim quips. hen snorts and rolls her eyes but doesn’t respond. “ok, ok. well i need to go call bobby and eddie but could you do me a favor?”

warmed and only slightly surprised at being his first call, hen hums in affirmation.

“could you swing by the firehouse at shift change and let them know? i know collins wanted to come see buck and i bet there are a few others who’d like to tag along.”

“they’re going to kick us out, you know.” hen stands, ready to go tell denny the good news.

“let them try.”

—————

bobby is next and oddly doesn’t answer. he calls back before chimney can redial though.

“how is he?” a heavy door closes behind him and chimney can hear road noise nearby.

“where are you?” he asks, his curiosity enough to distract him.

“at church. chim, how is he?” bobby repeats, a thread of desperation in his voice. he sidesteps a couple entering the building, absentmindedly rolling his rosary between his fingers.

“oh, right, sorry.” chimney knocks his fist against his forehead twice. “he’s awake, cap.”

bobby’s breath gets caught in his throat, the world is abruptly knocked back on its axis and it nearly sends him to the ground.

chimney begins to wonder if he was really the correct person to be responsible for spreading this news. first he breaks hen and now bobby.

“bobby? are you ok? do you need me to come pick you up or something?”

“no, no i’m fine," bobby reassures, still breathless. “he’s awake.”

it isn’t a question but chimney responds anyway to help cement this moment in reality for them both. “yeah, he’s awake.”

bobby nods even though he knows chimney can’t see him. he stands frozen, caught somewhere between running home to athena and going back inside for another prayer, just in case, just to say thank you.

“so we’re all meeting at the hospital at eleven for visiting hours,” chim continues, not entirely sure bobby is listening. “i assume i’ll see you there?”

“i wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

—————

finally, it’s time to call eddie.

chim takes a moment to prepare himself, unsure of what to expect from this particular conversation. after very nearly breaking in the moments following the lightning strike, eddie had walked the halls of the hospital like a ghost in the following days. unable to enter buck’s room but unwilling to leave, he instead went on coffee run after coffee run and in between stared blankly into space as if he were already in mourning. in a way he was.

the phone rings once, twice, then a third and fourth time. chimney is expecting to hear eddie’s voicemail message when the call finally connects.

“yeah?”

chim freezes. eddie sounds even more rough than a breathless bobby, than hen after she broke down in tears. unable to see the stoic look on his face, chimney can better hear the pain in eddie’s voice. so sharp it cuts at chimney’s heart until it’s bleeding through his fingers.

eddie sucks in a deep, shuddering breath against the silence. “oh god.” he falls back onto his couch but it feels as though he’d missed it entirely and is just continuously falling. he’d known this was coming he’d just thought—

“oh shit, no eddie,” chim rushes to say. he definitely shouldn’t have been the one to make this call. “he’s fine. he’s awake,” he repeats for what feels like the millionth time today. it’s never felt more hollow.

eddie takes another deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off the tears he can feel coming. it’s a losing battle. he roughly swipes at one when it begins to fall as his thoughts start to spiral.

images of buck swaying lifelessly just out of reach and laying so still hooked up to endless machines have all but painted over every happy memory eddie has of him, dimming his effortless light into something gray and isolating. he’s never felt as alone as he has in these past few days, even when surrounded by his family, there was always that empty space growing bigger.

but buck is alive and what’s more, he’s awake. his light is burning bright again and eddie would give anything to see it right now.

“eddie?” myung enters the kitchen and chimney quietly slips outside to offer eddie some privacy. “did you hear me?”

“yeah,” his voice breaks. another tear falls and this one he lets go, carving a path for others to follow. he’s glad carla isn’t back yet with chris. he needs time to pull himself together but for now, he lets himself feel it. to ache with the knowledge that just across town, buck’s eyes are finally open. “he’s awake.” he’s awake he’s awake he’s awake.

“yeah, buddy.” chim can tell that he needs to get off the phone soon. to let eddie process this news in his own way. “we can’t see him until the morning but we’re all heading over when visiting hours start.” it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask if eddie will be there but he knows there’s no need.

“i’ll have to pull christopher from school,” eddie says suddenly. “he’ll never forgive me if i don’t let him come.”

“yeah, probably,” chim laughs, surprised by the change in subject. it’s a good note to leave on he thinks. “well, i should probably go, unless...”

“i’m fine, man. promise,” he adds for good measure, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

chimney says goodbye and eddie hangs up the phone letting it fall to the sofa beside him. tomorrow. it’s promised to no one, but just this once eddie is positive the sun will continue to rise.

#chimney han #maddie buckley #hen wilson #bobby nash #eddie diaz #firefam #911 #911 fox #fanfic #mine

[smilingbuckley]

I can FINALLY post this AU, one of my all time favorite fics I have ever written. I am really excited to share it and for people to read it.

Whumptober day 27: "let me see"

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Athena Grant, Bobby Nash, Natalia Dollenmeyer, Ronnie Cooper, Carla Price

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, First Meetings, Getting Together, Cat Owner Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Is Not A Firefighter, Light Angst, Minor Injuries, Whumptober 2023, Crushes, Pining Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), First Kiss, Texting, Cats, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Worried Eddie Diaz, Nervous Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Hugs, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, FireFirefighter Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Veterinarian Evan "Buck" Buckley, Emotional Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Crying

Summary:

When Eddie adopts a cat he rescued on a call, he doesn't expect to develop a major crush on the cute veterinarian.

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"Aren't you gorgeous?" Buck answers.

Eddie blushes deeply and turns to look at Buck but- oh. Of course. Buck is talking to the cat. He should've guessed that.

Buck opens the carrier and Mrs. Whiskers curiously walks out, sniffing his hand before letting out a 'prr' like sound. Not purring, but talkative.

"Hi there, my name is Buck and I'm your doctor, I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" Buck says to her and pets her gently. He turns to look at Eddie, "I've been a vet for 6 years and this is the most beautiful cat I have ever seen."

Eddie bites his lip to stop the proud smile from taking over his face.

(AKA: the veterinarian Buck/cat owner Eddie AU)

Warnings: fire

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #let me see #911 #fic #fire #ao3 #buddie #evan buckley #911 fanfic #buddie fanfiction #eddie diaz #fanfiction #alternate universe #buddie au

[impercre]

Why do you not like the new Dune movies?

Like if you want the short answer ultimately Denis Villeneuve is interested in much different things than I am when it comes to Dune. And that's fine, a lot of people are getting a lot of joy from his take but it's not my music so I'm not gonna dance.

Dune means multiple things for different people. And for me I enjoy most of what was cut/was changed. I like that House Atriedes is ultimately as amoral and ambitious as House Harkonnen. I like that Paul is in big ways a villain protagonist. Paul likes to paint himself as the victim of fate/destiny but I don't see him as one.

I love the tragedy of Stilgar being a noble and respected leader who lets himself lose some of his own humanity because he comes to believe in Paul as a messiah. I like that Jessica realizes far too late she's fucked up raising Paul and Alia and now they are what she's raised them to be- ambitious, violent and alienated from others around them.

I like that Feyd Rautha possesses flashes of true nobilty and intelligence but is ultimately dashed against the rocks of Paul's ascension.

The operatic quality isn't in the scale of the sets or crowds but in the humanity of the characters and their flaws.

Couple that with the fact Denis Villeneuve belongs to a school of film-making (ie how he paces, edits, scores his movies) that I just don't subscribe too. And they're just not movies I was ever going to like. (I am a film graduate who has made short films of my own so this is no small thing with me.) This qoute for example jus boggles my mind:

I'm also bummed to britches that he repeats a lot of things I didn't like in 84 film or the miniseries-like cutting Feyd's positive aspects, erasing how difficult Duke Leto can be. Seeing the Baron naked, him and Feyd kissing, etc.

I also feel really uncomfortable with the casting. Frank for all his flaws took as much care as he could making the Fremen not only true to the MENA cultures he pulled from but also the struggles of many First Nations peoples. His best friend was Quileute author, Howie Hansen and he had a lot of influence on Frank's writing both of Dune and other novels as well.

Javier Bardem is a white Spaniard and I don't feel comfortable with him being made a buffoon with this really broad Arabic accent.

There's also a dozen other nitpicky things I could bring up but would be unfair too.

#not in the book [ooc] #WELP GUESS I'M CANCELLED

[anonofseasons]

Does the world of Seasons have instruments in them? How about singing? Art in general!

I'm thinking an instrument would be a great pass time for an immortal. But then again, if Vivian and Graham don't know how to play from the beginning they would need a tutor, and they probably wouldn't want the boys going out like that, or have someone come to the house...

There are definitely instruments in this world, although I haven't completely determined which ones. I like to imagine this world has most of the same instruments our world does, with maybe additions as they experiment with different bases and attaching strings or hide to them to see what sounds they make. Seashell instruments are popular too! Like conches and horns. :) In an ask from long ago, I answered what Howie and El play from a set of meme questions. So it never mentions Bee or anyone else. The kids all had an ocarina and a recorder, but Howie and Bee messed around with them, never properly learned them, and soon gave up. They had books to teach them music, but Howie read two pages, skimmed the rest, and Bee never read them at all. El played the violin to pass the time after Sophie left and before Howie was born, but he later worried about Bee messing with it, so it is in storage. He never had an instructor, but he's not bad at it. You're right that they'd never entrust the kids to a tutor, so El will have to wait until adulthood for guidance when he picks up the violin later. Recorded music has existed a few decades, but Viv and Graham are too isolated to introduce this to their children. Most of the kids' exposure comes from the times they've been out and about in towns and music from outdoor concerts and festivals carried over. They could hear it from their yard, too, sometimes, especially if neighbors were playing instruments or singing. Viv sang and hummed to his kids when they were younger and still sometimes does this with Bee, but Graham is the one with the nice voice so he's mainly the provider of most songs. Bee also sings, making up silly songs and the like. Howie doesn't really sing/try to sing, and El's terrible at it. Shannon sadly never had much exposure to music at home as a young child, and he'd be scolded for singing too much. He learned to be quiet. Only for Sophie to be allowed to sing as much as she pleased, and no one ever got mad at her... Shannon probably has a lovely singing voice, but you'll never hear it. He's happy to listen to music - has a lot of exposure to it through Phineas - but he'll never join in. Thanks a lot, Viv. Sophie, meanwhile, is like Vivian: okay at singing, but not amazing. She went through a phase where she frequently played the tambourine with friends, and I bet she goes to musicals later. She'll probably be the one who introduces them to her younger siblings, and Howie LOVES them. Bee likes them a lot. El prefers calmer music and hates crowds, so he won't share that enthusiasm. Howie will eventually find out - after getting deep into musicals - that he can sing pretty well, and I can imagine him being interested in stage-related hobbies in the future. Especially since he's very social. Definitely gives me "theatre kid" vibes. Haha.

[wikiangela-fanfics]

Here's a little sneak peak from Chapter 15 of for a holiday that I'm posting on Saturday, bc I'm excited

(this isn't the exciting part, all I'm gonna say is that this is the Halloween chapter 👀 and if you watched the movie Holidate - which inspired this fic - it only kinda almost copies what happens in the movie on accident, I realized only after I wrote it lmao)

Karen looks Buck and Eddie up and down, and says, clearly a little tipsy already: “Oh, you’re matching!” “Of course they’re matching.” Hen and Chim say at the same time, rolling their eyes, as if Buck and Eddie having matching costumes was the most predictable thing ever. Well, maybe it is. “Whatever.” he answers, shaking his head. He doesn’t care what they think, not tonight. So what if they think he and Buck are dating? They might tease and make fun, but deep down they’d all be happy for them, and support them no matter what. So, he doesn’t care if they make jokes. “We’re child-free tonight, so we’re gonna get drunk. Right, babe?” he looks at Buck, and he barely registers what he just called him. It doesn’t matter, though. “Okay, gorgeous.” Buck grins, and that... That makes Eddie flustered. He manages to get it together within a second, though, as he automatically grabs Buck’s hand and drags him away to get a drink. He instantly regrets doing that, because he doesn’t want them to really think they’re dating, but he thinks that it's too late now anyway. Before they’re out of earshot, he hears Chimney say: “I’m telling you, they’re definitely boning.” When Eddie hears that, he almost stops in his tracks. Chim can’t really think that he and Buck… No. Maybe in Eddie’s dreams- shit, no, it’s not like he dreams about… that. It’s just, he would lie if he said it never crossed his mind, he always knew he was attracted to Buck, but to hear his friends speculate that it’s happening? Don’t they have anything better to gossip about? “Howie!” Maddie chastises him, and Eddie thinks she’s on his side, until she adds: “Leave them alone, they’re in love.” And that’s the last thing Eddie hears before the sounds of the party swallow their voices. And, shit, maybe Eddie does care what they think, because what the actual fuck are they talking about. In love? They? As in, both of them? Ha. Them fucking would be more achievable, probably. Eddie might have feelings, but he doesn’t want to delude himself about Buck. 

#maddie and eddie become besties in this btw #and Eddie's so in denial and oblivious it's so fun to write lol #for a holiday (and forevermore) #fanfic sneak peek #sneak peek #chapter excerpt #posting soon #im lowkey excited about this one #buddie #buddie fanfiction #buddie fanfic #wikiangela writes #911 fanfic

[sixthemusicalextras]

Ellie Wyman takeover Q&A (long post)

@/six_musical_fans on Instagram, 9 July 2022

Here’s some of the other questions that she and the cast answered:

Q: Was this your first time trying out for Six, or have you auditioned before? Ellie: So, this was actually my first ever time auditioning for Six. Um, I was in New York and I got submitted by my agent, sent in a video, and then we had four callbacks. And then I booked it!

Q: How did you find out about Six? Ellie: I first heard about Six, um... a friend of mine actually sent me Heart of Stone from the soundtrack, and was like, "This is a really cool song, like you should sing this song," and I was like, "Oh! It is a cool song!" so I started listening to the soundtrack and loved it. Um, I loved the show, obviously, as we all do... [laughs] and then I actually got to see it at London on the West End in 2020. It was like during the pandemic and they reopened for a couple of weeks and I just happened to be there, so I saw it! Ellie: I'm here with Julia (Agra)! She's our Maggie on the guitar! Where are you from? Julia: I'm from Argentina! Ellie: Wow! How did you hear about Six? Julia: My agent told me about it and then I was like, "oh my god".

Q: Favourite part of the show? Ellie: My favourite part of the show is after my song when Boleyn comes up to me and says... Casey Esbin: ...A severed head.

Q: If you were a swing, which roles would you cover? Ellie: If I were a swing for Six the Musical, I'd wanna cover Aragon for sure. Probably Seymour. And Parr. Those would by my top three. What about you, Casey? Casey: Oh man. If I was a swing, I'd probably wanna cover Cleves. 'Cause she's such a baddie. I would still do Bobo, 'cause I love her. And... maybe Howie? Both: Ooooh!

Ellie: Everyone, this is Bia (D'Ávila)! She's Maria on the drums! Bia, where are you from? Bia: I'm from Brazil! Ellie: That's so cool! Bia, if you could be any queen, who do you think you'd be? Bia: I'd love to be Cleves!

Ellie: Hey everybody! I'm here with Jungsoo (Lee). Jungsoo, who do you play in Six? Jungsoo: Hi! I'm Bessie on the bass! Ellie: Where are you from? Jungsoo: I'm from Korea - South Korea! Ellie: So cool! Jungsoo, if you could be any queen, who do you think you'd be? Jungsoo: I'll be a good Cleve! Although, my inner self is sometimes Parr.

Ellie: I'm here with Kayla (McSorley)! (...) Kayla, do you have a favourite costume? Kayla: Okay, so I like Parr because of the pants... I like Cleves because it's just like [shiny sound effects] and it's most, like, free... but the Boleyn skirt! You can pop that skirt and it's so fun to dance in! A little booty popping; I love it. Ellie: Yeah it's a good one. I think I'd wanna wear Aragon's costume 'cause it's SPIKY [zooms in camera].

#six the musical #six bliss 4.0 #ellie wyman #q&a #long post

[backslashdelta]

(Idk if you talked about this before but) Do you have a list of songs you associate Kurtbastian with

DO I EVER

Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity anon because I am VERY excited to share some songs that I associate with Kurtbastian.

Here is a post where I talked about songs I associate with some of my favourite ships/characters (including Kurtbastian), and here is an ask I just answered about songs I associate with ACITW.

If I've made some kind of fan content related to the song and my association of it with Kurtbastian, I'm going to include a link for that as well, because I love a chance to promote myself (:

For completeness, here the songs listed in those posts:

Bad Habit - Ben Platt

Fourth of July - Fall Out Boy [gifset]

Collide (Acoustic) - Howie Day

Mr. Brightside - The Killers [fic] [gifset]

Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Lady Gaga [gifset]

Summerboy - Lady Gaga [gifset]

Echoes of You - Marianas Trench [fic] [fic]

Ever After - Marianas Trench

Every Breath You Take - The Police

A Drop In The Ocean - Ron Pope

Begin Again - Taylor Swift [gifset]

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

Last Kiss - Taylor Swift

And here are some additional songs:

The Name Of The Game - ABBA [gifset]

For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert [fic]

Renegade - Big Red Machine ft Taylor Swift [fic]

Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

Of All The Gin Joints In All The World - Fall Out Boy

Around My Neck - FINNEAS

Falling - Harry Styles

Someone You Loved - Lewis Capaldi

All To Myself - Marianas Trench [fic]

Only the Lonely Survive - Marianas Trench

Shut Up And Kiss Me - Marianas Trench [fic]

Please Don't Leave Me - P!nk

Walk Me Home - P!nk

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

Lying Is the Most Fun... - Panic! At The Disco [fic]

Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco

Touch Me - Spring Awakening Soundtrack

All Too Well (regular or 10min) - Taylor Swift [gifset]

cardigan - Taylor Swift [gifset]

Death By A Thousand Cuts - Taylor Swift

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift [gifset]

I Bet You Think About Me - Taylor Swift [gifset]

illicit affairs - Taylor Swift [gifset]

ivy - Taylor Swift

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift [gifset]

Hey, Soul Sister - Train [fic]

Unsteady - X Ambassadors [fic]

Somebody I Fucked Once - Zolita

#this was very fun to answer thank you so much for asking!! #I take sooooo much inspiration from music #I'm always trying to connect it to my blorbos <3 #ask #mine #anonymous #glee #kurtbastian #kurt hummel #sebastian smythe #music

[ravens-words]

♠️ + Madney & Actors AU

Thank you, M!

Chimney Han fell in love with Maddie Buckley on the set of his very first TV show. She was smart, funny, dedicated, took her job seriously, but not too seriously, and she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. She'd been married at the time, though, and even if her husband was an asshole, Chim had respected her enough to keep his feelings to himself, no matter how hard it was.

Now, three years later, when he laid eyes on her for the first time in a long time, all those feelings that had been somewhat dulled and forgotten came surging back to the surface, strong as ever. A lot had happened in those three years- Maddie's psychopath of a husband had nearly killed her and her brother, she'd gotten a divorce, Chim had been in a near fatal accident and broke up with his girlfriend and yet- the minute he laid eyes on her, laughing with their director in that way that made him smile automatically, it was like no time had passed. She noticed him making his way over to them and smiled brilliantly at him, eyes crinkling happily. Chim wanted to make smile like that forever.

"Hi," she breathed out once she reached him, hesitating briefly before she wrapped her arms around him. Chimney hugged her back, relishing in being able to after so long.

When he pulled back, he was smiling, genuine and warm. He was going to tell her- there was no way he was gonna miss that opportunity again. He was going to tell Maddie Buckley that he loved her, consequences be damned.

"How are you, Howie?"

"I'm good," he answered quietly, "you?"

"Fine," she said unconvincingly, then amended after he raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Okay, I'm a little nervous. You know I'm not big on Rom Coms, so I'm not sure how good I'll be at it."

Chimney huffed. "Maddie, you're one of the best actresses of our generation, of course you're gonna be good at it. Don't even worry about that."

Her smile softened. "Thanks, Howie. Hey-"

"Maddie, Chimney!" Director Nash called out, coming their way, "this is Hen Wilson, outer intimacy coordinator."

Chimney and Maddie both blushed, though they tried their best to hide it, and Chimney swallowed.

That was when it occurred to him- unlike their previous experience in working together, he was going to have to kiss Maddie.

On screen.

He swallowed. He was at a crossroads, either tell her and risk making her uncomfortable and possibly ruin the movie, or wait until shooting ends to tell her.

Despite his heart, he chose the latter.

Three days later, when her hands were in shi hair and their bodies we re flush together as he kissed her, not a camera in sight, he was glad Maddie had been braver than he was.

#i don't know if that's where I should end it #bjt if i don't end it there I WILL keep.rambling and i'll end up with mucb more than i should lol #ejwritesmadney #hope you like it! it's not much but still- #madney

[rinisbowen]

I agree with you that Ricky and Lily broke up four days ago and some people are forgetting this. I know majority of the fandom doesn’t ship Ricky and Lily and we all knew that they weren’t going to last. Now Ricky realizes he has feelings for Gina which might of been there all along who knows. I just don’t see how Rina could happen this season maybe in season 4 even if Portwell did break up because it would be too soon after their break up with their significant others.

lol so update on this one- i feel like this ask was from around episode four ??? if i remember correctly ???

i thought about just deleting this one bc well- y’know… but i decided to go for it with answering it anyway bc some of the points still stand, and others bring room for discussion.

also- please if you want to engage with my posts be respectful / kind. that’s just a good reminder always.

1. yeah- the lily thing was obviously temporary. that said, they didn’t use it as well as they could’ve and i’ll say that forever. (i’ve got so many things in my head on top of what’s already on this blog). also- the fact through episode four she kept coming up repeatedly and then never again was interesting too. i may make a post about the harness getting tossed in the backseat of the car thing bc i have so many thoughts on that and finally free and josh’s interview and such. also the show kinda dropped the ball with the timeline of this season a bit in terms of the time before it and after the s2 finale. that definitely plays a factor into why him having a full on relationship with her for what was likely around two months just doesn’t matter to the viewer. we saw none of that. also people already hate lily, and olivia rose keegan’s got gotham knights to film (so proud of her for booking a series regular gig!). so not a huge loss necessarily in any significant regard for them to break up. But- it still likely should’ve had more impact than it did- and if this season were more reminiscent of s2 then it likely would’ve.

i saw someone say something about how ricky calling lily in 212 may have been done because liv’s fate was still undetermined and lily is a lot easier to undo than many other things ricky perhaps could’ve ended up doing that night. (tbh i mean this in a variety of ways- so… maybe i’ll elaborate if someone wants maybe not- also it’s someone’s suggestion, not objective truth so- take it as you will.)

anyway- no more lily at all- ork’s filming gotham knights in atlanta until like at least mid february. so there’s a likelihood pretty close to zero that lily’s in it even for a single scene. kinda odd that the s2 characters basically failed to have any kind of genuinely significant impact on the plot moving forward… but the s3 ones were given so much it was surprising. (very happy for the s3 newbies, but it’s still interesting to consider). like i know howie and kourtney didn’t ever dtr at the end but- they Were on good terms again. i think it’s possible they just didn’t get back together properly bc he was about to leave for college is the most likely explanation, but they still liked each other a whole lot. and so that would be maybe why she felt insecure about him kissing girls at college. idk. the show may address it in s4 but i’m not holding my breath bc they had all season to make another throwaway comment about him and they didn’t. them going back to east high / utah and north kinda ceasing to matter exist altogether will definitely be odd but the show is kinda resetting after s2 from all tim’s said so- i’m truly not holding my breath for Any real mentions of the menkies / north / zack.

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2. the feelings have been there all along thing has yet to be confirmed, on ricky’s end. it’s the easiest way for the show to play this, though arguably not necessary the most accurate to what we saw… or the direction that most serves his past character arc considering… everything… for gina though- yep. we got confirmation it’s pretty much been ricky- (though that’s arguably different then her having had the feelings for him never go away, i think my assertion remains decently accurate) not a huge surprise to people i don’t think… though they did a questionable job of conveying that she wasn’t over him in s3, i understand where this comes from on her end. do i think this is progression for her? very much both yes and no from where i’m standing. i could elaborate later if someone wanted me to. (that goes for most anything i say in my posts.)

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3. we can discuss the time jump until our faces turn blue probably. people obviously have a lot of opinions on that ending- and the time skip itself- the kiss… the speech… etc. i’m not really going to get into mine on here unless someone Really wants to know.

was one month post breakup enough? idk. depends on who you talk to probably. i think the fact rg shippers wanted them to not get together until s4 makes a lot of sense for multiple reasons, but i’m sure at least most? are still good with how it did happen now. i think most pw shippers probably feel like it wasn’t enough, but are likely less focused on the length of time than what was said tbh. so the discussion is hard to have.

it’s one of those questions too… where we have to think about in universe time vs in show time.

it was a month in their world- but a month of which we saw absolutely nothing. And… it took like only a few minutes between the end of the finale which was the day after g and ej broke up… to the scene where g’s confessing to r. so that probably makes it feel even less- like enough time for people.

idk. we’ll see how next season goes. i was saying for a minute there that there’s no chance the love triangle was dead- tbh i expected ej to like- do Something… (i didn’t expect it to be entirely successful necessarily but i expected him to try- if that makes sense?) but i also 100% understand why the writers didn’t have him do anything too? it’s complicated haha. (if anyone wants me to elaborate on that i will).

tim’s saying the triangle’s done at least for now if not forever. he may well be lying (and i think people always need to consider that when reading certain interviews, there’s always a chance it’s not the whole truth), but also… i could actually see it more so being the case. i assumed if this was planned as if it’s going to be the final season they’d just keep that thread going bc they’d probably just give ej a lot to do in the season to have him around as much as possible. that no longer looks like the case.

i will close by saying i’m sorry for your loss anon, assuming you ship ej and gina. this was… an interesting season to say the least, and obviously not the most fun one if you wanted ej and gina to work out in the end.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts spoilers #lily hsmtmts #ship: ricky x lily ( hsmtmts ) #ship: ricky x gina ( hsmtmts ) #ship: ej x gina ( hsmtmts )

[astrowonder98]

Turning 25, and about time for a quarter-life crisis.

What a mess social media has found itself in. Facebook and Twitter are either seen as a joke or in disrepair, Places like DeviantART want to experiment with AI art and it has hindered the site, and no one is in a prime position to take over and be the new place we can all hang out. The internet is going though a major painful metamorphosis and I am not sure how to feel about it... cause who the heck knows the result? Not me!

It's probably a fitting time as ever. This month will mark the big 25 (specifically July 7th, give Ringo Starr my birthday cheer, too.) and I have been doing a lot of thinking in my life about what I want to do and how I can do it while still being able to survive. And the honest to goodness fact is that I haven't come up with any answers, at least not any good answers that I can work with.

I'm going to try and make my thoughts on what is going on with me as simple as possible.

I've worked in the same dead end part-time job for the past two years. It's above minimum wage, sure, but it's not a living wage either. It's also a highly physical job. Most of the time I'm in the parking lot outside. In the burning sun. Lifting heavy objects and pushing carts. Despite it being part-time, I feel wiped out after the fact and not want to do anything else. This has frustrated people who wonder why this can possibly happen (my workplace and a couple of my close family.) The only reason I am still here at this point is because I need the healthcare.

In spite of a degree in Computer Science, virtually every application sent with using it in mind has never been acted upon, not even getting to the interview phase. Just rejected. What's ironic is that applications sent to other retail places have gotten quick responses back. People look at my resume with my degree and see more readily a sales representative than a software developer and it doesn't make me feel great...

All of this culminates in coming back home without feeling a thing. Completely emotionless. I'm in therapy for this, but it's been a slow progress to get to this point. And unless I do something drastic I might be stuck in a loop for a while longer, which stinks.

It was a mistake thinking that making art and creating stuff for people to enjoy would do anything to change that and hoping, somehow, it could turn into an actual career. I really held out hope in this avenue but have now reached a conclusion that it will just be nothing more than a hobby I do on the side. The fact that any original material (Always Lagging Behind, Rocket Board, and other original character art) I've created has gotten less attention and praise than fanart does not help in me reaching this conclusion (especially with my involvement in Pokemon Mystery Dungeons and Dragons: Dark Heroes.)

By extension, I accidentally made things I like to do for fun or should be relaxing as work I must do, and that's just not good for my mind, let alone anyone's mind. It's probably why I don't feel happy when trying to relax and try to enjoy things, but it also might be more complicated than that...

All of this has made me reach this conclusion: I need to make a change immediately. There are a number of things I'll be doing, but here are three things that are relevant to the internet world specifically:

Howie's Convenience - Clean Up After Yourself! will continue as I planned before making this... post? monologue? snapping point? I'll let you pick. I will pick the voices for the characters in late July, record with the cast, and then animate the thing whenever I get a chance to do so when I'm not doing whatever I can do get myself out of this hole I dug.

I'm now only going to use social media to post things I want to post. That's it. No looking at what everyone else is doing and liking and sharing.

Twitter and YouTube are now considered cold turkeys. YouTube will only be used for when I'm uploading something to the site. My Twitter accounts will just not be used altogether and will be closed July 31st.

I know those of you who care about what I do might find it very sudden. It honestly is. I have a bad habit of putting things off on most days and then somehow finding the will in me to actually make a drastic step to change my life. With how I worded some of this stuff, you might come to the conclusion that I hate my audience or other people for just liking what they do and they don't match up with what I want them to like. I do not. I hate myself for even wanting to humor that notion. It's not my fault people just have different tastes and likes. It just means I should just keep drawing what I like in that moment and be proud of what I make.

I'll keep posting here on Tumblr to keep you updated on that Howie's Convenience project I've only just now told you about on this site (another bad habit) but for the most part, consider this post as me acknowledging the mistakes I've made and doing what I can to get out of it.

I'll be seeing you around.

Erin Strouder (HeyStrouder/AstroWonder98)

#this gets philosophical #25th birthday

[astcriismarchive]

“how did you get that?”  // @chicagosfincst​

“uh,” howie’s eyes dart around the room. no one meets his eyes, all pretending to be busy with nothing. just great. “nobody hit me, if that’s what you’re asking.” which, yup, judging on the look on their face, his answer making the situation any better. 

#chicagosfincst #ft. howie han #this is the most howie answer ever #queue

[honklore]

hello! i just found ur blog and omfg i’m in love with your writing style! may i pls have some soulmate au hc’s for a reader who’s an artist? (i’m indecisive so you can choose who the hcs are with!) so like (insert cc u write for here) has got paint stains on his hands and like assorted sketches and stuff on his skin all the time from his soulmate. ty so much!! :]

masterpiece | quackity

(gn reader, quackity is the loml, reader is so talented but v messy, chat teases q to no end, quackity is the biggest softie in the world but refuses to acknowledge it, plantain slander)

listen to: rainbow connection (cover) by sleeping at last

sweet quackity :((

it starts when he’s eighteen, and it happens like almost immediately

he got these splotches of purple on his hands and his mom was like ?? are u getting into fights ?? are you okay???

and q rlly doesn’t mind aside from the weird questions when the colors are a little too close to red or purple

but!! nowadays mostly you just sketch w a pen

it’s during your classes usually,,, ur an art history major and you need something to occupy your hands (which is actually why you started drawing in the first place)

so during the day quackity will acquire lil sketches of famous paintings,,, or sometimes originals,,, but they’re always washed off before the day is done

sometimes random art facts/theories/studies but he has no idea why someone would write him about van gogh’s use of color

*cue u aggressively scrubbing your skin in the shower bc you always forget how permanent the ink is*

quackity is sort of... hesitant when it comes to writing on his skin. esp with streaming, he’s scared that fans will react badly ,, that negative thought keeps him at bay most days

but sometimes he writes lil notes on his legs,,, where chat won’t see anything ,,,, and they’re always either rlly sweet or rlly weird

(hope ur having a good day)

(hey bestie :P )

(soulmate my beloved)

(will u be the howie mandel to my dr. phil)

that last one made you genuinely worried for your future

badly drawn picture of a duck holding a briefcase (this is me)

which confuses you but as he draws more, you begin to associate him with ducks, and sometimes the duck wears a tie, and sometimes a beanie, and one time he had a giant blue axe which kind of concerned you

but you digress

when you get stressed u finger paint

and it’s just a way to create chaos and feel the cold paint on your skin like idk it’s relaxing yknow :)

quackity is streaming

and he doesn’t realize what’s happening. he’s reacting to attaway general,, and he’s kind of invested

it’s only when he pauses it to make a point that he notices

and he tries to hide it but chat notices right away

panicked!quackity

it’s not that he doesn’t trust chat he just knows things can get negative quickly and he wants his space to be free of that

but someone donates “artist q?”

and quackity lets the joke run

he stands up and pulls the mic super close to his mouth

“i’m in my artist arc chat! nihachu watch out >.>”

“CHAT WE’RE POPPIN OFF I AM A PAINTER NOW I PAINT”

it’s literally so silly bc q knows that chat knows but they’re letting him do his bit

and later that night he checks twitter and artist q is trending, but quackity’s soulmate is also trending

it’s all mostly supportive, and there’s already some rlly endearing fan art of quackity with paint all over his hands

quackity private tweet: ❤️❤️❤️

and he gets a lil confidence boost after that

answers questions abt u on his alt

tells the story of his mom thinking he was getting into fights

“guys paula is still my number one and my soulmate will just have to understand that”

“we already agreed we would both reject each other for taylor swift chat it’s fine”

answers donos and doodles on his hand

which he can do now bc chat knows!!!!

(you’re so talented your honor)

(have you ever seen attaway general?)

(charli d’amelio is in it)

(charli d’amelio is in it shit dixie sorry)

and you’re like !!! it’s on my hand !!!! it’s not hidden at all !!!

this image is so endearing to me like you’ve got paint stains all over your hands and quackity’s scrawl is filling in the empty spaces like he didn’t want to interrupt your work

duck with a beret, a mustache, and a paintbrush (this is me now)

ik he is going to share the most mundane things in a way of showing his love

(i listened to this song the other day)

(i bought a literal plantain today those things are big as shit)

(update: not good :/)

(i’m writing lore)

(i have an exam tomorrow)

just :(( sweet quackity wants u to know every little detail abt his life bc he wants u to know him

and you reply when u can

(added to my playlist!)

(i like plantain chips but i’ve never had the fruit alone)

(rip buddy :/)

(lore? like fnaf?)

quackity finds out you know extensive fnaf lore and the two of you stay up arguing about which is worse: the bite of ‘87 or the bite of ‘83

both of your legs look like newspapers that night and it takes a lot of scrubbing to get all of those off

one day you’re painting smth and quackity randomly gives you his discord

(add me and we can watch game theory together and see who is right)

the two of you end up watching it and getting in call with each other

when you hear his voice it’s like everything falls into place

he fills in all the empty spaces,,, answers all the questions you didn’t realize you had,,,, and he’s so wonderful that you find yourself missing him dearly whenever he’s not on call with you

you join him in calls on his streams sometimes like for jackbox or when he’s cooking

“CHAT MY SOULMATE IS A CHICA KINNIE”

you stop joining him on calls on his stream /s

but chat loves you and always takes ur side over q’s

you get tons of followers on your art account and you even get to sell some of your paintings!!

ur new favorite colors to use are blue and yellow i don’t make the rules

but everyone starts to catch on and they find it really sweet

you catch up on quackity lore solely for him and declare yourself a c!quackity apologist

you’ve definitely retweeted the meme that’s like “if villain bad why hot”

when u guys meet quackity kisses your forehead :((((

when you

a drawing of two ducks holding hands (this is us)

thank you for the kind words and for requesting !!!

#quackity au #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #dsmp fluff #dsmp au #dsmp x reader #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

[fiftyfiftyinla]

HARDIN. I scan through the pages of the small notebook, my eyes move across the words quickly as I decide where to start. It's a journal from her religion class, it took me a minute to figure out what the hell it was because each entry is labeled with a word and a date, most of them having nothing to do with religion.

Pain. The word catches my eye and I begin to read.

Does pain turn people away from their God? If so, how? Pain can turn anyone away from just about anything. Pain is capable of causing you to do things you would never consider doing, such as blaming God for your pain. Pain.. such a simple word that holds so much inside. I have come to learn that pain is the strongest emotion one can feel. Unlike every other emotion, there is no upside to pain, no positive notion that can make you look at the pain from a different perspective, there is only pain. Lately I have become very well acquainted with pain, the ache has nearly become unbearable. Sometimes when l'm alone, which is more often than not as of recently, I find myself trying to decide which type of pain is worse. The answer isn't as simple as I thought it would be. The slow and steady aching pain, the type of pain that comes when you've been hurt repeatedly by the same person yet here you are, here I am, allowing the pain to continue, it never ends. Only in those rare moments when he pulls me to his chest and makes promises that he never seems able to keep, does the pain disappear. Just as I get used to the freedom, my freedom my self inflicted pain, it returns with another blow.

This doesn't have a damn thing to do with religion, this is about me.

I have decided that the hot, burning, inescapable pain is the worst. This pain comes when you finally begin to relax, you finally breathe, thinking that the pain is yesterday's problem when in fact it's today's problem, tomorrow's, and every day after that. This pain comes when you pour everything into something, into someone, and they betray you so suddenly that the pain crushes you and you feel as if you are barely breathing, barely holding on to that small fraction of whatever is left inside of you begging you to go on, not to give up.

Fuck.

Sometimes it's faith that people hold onto, sometimes, if you're lucky enough you can confide in someone else and trust them to pull you out of the pain before you dwell in it for too long. Pain is one of those hideous places that once visited you have to fight your way out and even when you think you have escaped you are permanently branded. If you're like me, you don't have anyone to depend on, no one to take your hand and assure you that you will make it through this hell. Instead, you have to lace up your boots, grab your own hand, and pull yourself out.

My eyes move to the date at the top of the page, this was written while I was in England. I shouldn't read any more, I should just put the damn book down and never open it again but I can't. I have to know what else was written in this book of secrets. This is the closest to her I fear that I will ever fucking get. I turn to another page labeled "Faith".

What does faith mean to you? Do you have faith in something higher? Do you believe that faith can bring good things into people's lives?

This should be better, this entry should knife the ache in my chest. This one couldn't be related to me.

To me, faith means believing in something other than yourself. I don't believe that any two people can possibly hold the same view on faith whether their only faith is religion based or not. I do believe in something higher, I was raised that way. My mother and I went to church every single Sunday and most Wednesday's. I don't go to church now, which I probably should but l'm still deciding howI feel about my religious faith as an adult without my mother's influence. When I think about faith my mind doesn't automatically go to religion, it probably should but it just doesn't. It goes to him, everything does. He is my every thought, I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing but that's the way it is and I have faith that it will work out for us in the end. Yes, he's difficult and overprotective, sometimes even controlling. okay, he's often controlling but I have faith in him that he means well with each frustrating action. My relationship with him tests me in ways thatI never thought imaginable but every second is worth it. I have faith that one day the deep fear of losing me will dissolve and he will embrace our future together, that's all I want./ know he wants it too, though he would never say it. Thave so much faith in that man that I will take every single tear, every single pointless argument, I'll take it all just to be around for the day when he has faith in himself. I have faith that one day Hardin will say what he feels openly and honestly, finally putting an end to his self-imposed exile. I have faith that one day he will finally see that he isn't a villain. He tries so hard to be one but deep down he's really a hero. He's been my hero, my tormenter at times, but mostly my hero. He saved me from myself, / spent my life pretending to be someone I wasn't and Hardin has shown me that it's okay to be myself. I don't have to conform to the person my mother wanted me to be and I thank him dearly for it. I have faith that he will see how truly incredible he is, he's so incredibly perfectly imperfect and I love him so much for that. He may not show it the conventional way but he tries and that's all I can ask for from him. I have faith that if he continues to try, he will finally allow himself to be happy. I will continue to have faith in him until he stops trying.

I close the book and pinch the bridge of my nose in an attempt to control my emotions. She had all of this faith in me for no damn reason. I'll never understand why she wasted her time on me in the first place but reading her unguarded thoughts this way twists the knife, removes it, and impales it into my chest once more.

I really am a fucking drunk. I'm hovered over the kitchen counter with a fucking bottle of vodka in my hands. I twist the top off and bring the bottle to my lips. Just one drink will cause the guilt to go away. If I have one drink I can force myself to pretend Tessa will be home soon. It has worked before to numb the pain, it will work this time. One drink.

Just as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, Tessa's teary eyes flash behind mine. I open my eyes, turn the sink faucet on, and pour the vodka down the drain.

#after #after movie #hero ft #hero fienness tiffin #hardin scott #hardin tessa #tessa young #after we fell movie #after we fell #after we fell quotes #after we fell book #after quote #after quotes

[bubbleteaimagines]

age gap

tony stark oneshot

tony x you

swearing, large age gap

in this day and age it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal.

but it was.

y/n l/n and tony stark became trending worldwide, every gossip magazine and newspaper out for whatever information they could get about your relationship.

the relationship by the way, that had a 28 year age gap.

you were 20 and tony was turning 48, though it seemed neither of you cared as much as the world did.

you thought it was perfectly normal, seeing as your parents were years apart and tony simply didn’t give a damn.

‘screw the tabloids’ he always said, but sometimes it wasn’t that easy.

at home, you were able to relax with the idea of your age gap as it was just the two of you being y/n and tony.

but out in public, it was an entirely different deal.

whispers, stares, pictures. you name it and people did it, not even caring or respecting your private time with tony when you went out.

you didn’t expect for it to bother you as much as it did. you thought that maybe with tony by your side you could block out the whispers and the hateful stares but it was nearly impossible as it happened almost everywhere you went.

even if you went grocery shopping for god’s sake, someone still had something negative to say.

of course, tony defended you as much as he could. he tried to shield you from the hateful words and articles but sometimes he wasn’t enough.

sometimes, it did get to you and soon you realized you didn’t know how much more you could take.

you loved tony, but after being constantly called a gold digger and his sugar baby, you began to doubt yourself, and your relationship.

were you really as manipulative as the papers said? were you really just with tony for his money?

of course not. deep down you knew that with or without money you loved tony stark. and he loved you, but it didn’t help that he also loved to spoil you and he was paying almost all of your college tuition.

even though you insisted he didn’t, he did anyways. he reassured you after countless protest that that was just something he did; he took care of everyone he loved.

eventually you were forced to settle with the idea. but it never stopped the running thoughts in your head.

am i really that bad as everyone says?

it was during a christmas party that tony was holding that you finally snapped.

tony had gone all out; getting the most expensive decorations and inviting all of the richest people he knew.

and of course, since it was tony, he also got the best alcohol money could buy, and unfortunately you weren’t allowed to drink a single drop.

all night, you had stood awkwardly by tony’s side in your pretty red dress, holding a cup full of water and laughing uncomfortably as you were forced to listen to drunk rich people tell unamusing stories.

by now, the music was blasting, night had fallen, and you were pretty sure you were only one not drunk at the party, minus tony and steve.

the elegant cup that you pretended to drink from held nothing expect for water and it was only another painful reminder that you were probably the youngest one at the party.

out of respect, tony decided he wasn’t going to drink either but that did nothing to ease you. If anything, you wished that he had been drinking so that he wouldn’t remember the embarrassing conversation you were having with some of the housewives he invited.

“so, y/n, tell me,” a woman name martha kalnins gushed as she sat on one of tony’s luxurious couches, obviously drunk from one of the many glasses of wine she had had. “Is Tony really as amazing in bed as everyone says he is?”

a round of laugher from the other housewives around you made you shift uncomfortably, thankful the dark room didn’t show the frown radiating off of you.

“uh… i uh,” you sounded like a child, struggling to answer her question and you laughed uncomfortably as to not show how disturbed you really were. you shared a look with tony.

“i mean … h-he’s great at everything, honestly. it’s tony stark we’re talking about,” you answered unsurely, and tony squeezed your thigh as the women laughed again.

“oh, i guess you’re right,” martha slurred and took another drink. “that tony is a catch. hell, if i had been twenty years younger like you i would’ve snatched him up, too. with that tight little body of yours it’s no wonder he’s so eager to pay your bills.”

another round of laughter and you could feel tony beginning to tense up beside you. now, it was your turn to squeeze his leg and you turned back to the women with a tight smile.

“oh, tony doesn’t pay my bills,” you tried to assure them but they waved it off.

“oh nonsense. why else would you be with a man that’s almost 50?” another woman asked you and you threw her a sharp glare.

you were starting to heat up, not appreciating their little jabs at your relationship.

“why am i with him?” you pulled out your cold tone and scoffed at her. “i don’t know— maybe because i love him?” you said a little angrily.

how dare they insinuate anything else than the truth: you loved tony and you didn’t give a damn about his age.

the woman snorted. “yeah. that’s what i told myself when i first met howie,” she threw a glance to an older man in the corner. “sure does make the sex a lot easier when you think you love them.”

you couldn’t stop your blood from boiling.

“how dare you!”

in an instant, you were up and out of your seat, the woman’s smile long gone as you angrily got in her face.

“y/n!” tony tried to stop you but you were sick of it. you were sick of it all; the jokes, the jabs, the little comments that nobody had any business making on your relationship.

you were done.

“how dare you talk about my relationship like that when you know nothing about us!” you fumed and suddenly you had everyone’s attention.

“who are you come into our house and as our guest disrespect us? you don’t know a thing about tony and i. not a single damn thing. you don’t know about all of the late nights we have, all of the laughs we share and all of the movies we watch. you don’t know about all the things we have in common besides sex and you damn well don’t know anything about me! you don’t, because if you did then you’d know i’m not with him for the money, or the fame, or whatever else you think is associated with tony stark. i’m not here for any of that. i’m here for him, so why don’t you get your head out of your ass and realize that just because you spread your legs for money, that doesn’t mean the rest of us do!”

by the time you finished you were panting and everyone was in complete shock. it was silent, and the woman in front of you looked as if she didn’t know what the hell to do.

no one did as you stood with your chest moving heavily, your well deserved rant coming off of your consciousness.

you huffed.

“well then. seeing as i’m only 20, i guess it’s past my bedtime,” you rolled your eyes and looked at the clock, noticing it was 1AM.

“i’ll see you all … whenever. goodnight.”

you did a dramatic turn and then proceeded to exit tony stark style. leaving a big commotion behind you and no doubt people that would spread your words everywhere the next morning.

that would be another problem you would have to worry about, but right now you focused on just sleeping the entire night away.

sighing, you changed out of your dress into some shorts and swiftly got under the covers.

you closed your eyes, and you tried to let sleep come to you but it was almost impossible as you were painfully aware the spot next to you was empty.

tony hadn’t come to bed yet and it was like your body refused to let you rest until he did.

sighing again, you peeled your eyes open again and decided to stare up at the blank ceiling, waiting for tony to come to bed.

when he finally did, it was around 3AM in the morning but even the dark you could see his shit-eating grin.

“well, that was quite the performance tonight, miss l/n,” tony teased almost immediately and you groaned.

“sorry if i ruined your party,” you apologized to tony and buried your face in a pillow. “i just got so mad that people kept insinuating i was only with you for that that i just … i just snapped.” you explained.

tony was still grinning and you felt the bed dip as he gently slid in beside you.

“don’t worry about it. i’d say that was more entertaining than mrs. mccoy getting so drunk she admitted she was cheating with garden boy,” tony laughed and you snorted.

“great. i was the biggest scandal of the night,” you sighed.

“biggest one of the century, actually. how long do you think it’s gonna take for people to start talking about it?”

“i’d say it’ll make an appearance in the morning. some magazine talking about how tony stark’s sugar baby finally blew her fuse,” you yawned and tony chuckled.

“yeah well, at lease i don’t have to worry about if it’s true now.”

“worry if what’s true?”

“that you love me,” he said quietly.

you peered up at him in the dark.

“tony? what? of course i love you,” you frowned. you felt the pillow shift as tony shook his head.

“no, yeah, i know,” he said. “but now i don’t have to worry about if it’s tony stark you’re attracted to, or iron man.”

“clearly i wouldn’t be attracted to a piece of metal, tony,” you both rolled your eyes simultaneously.

“yeah, no shit,” tony sighed. “but i mean like— i don’t have to worry about which personality you’re attracted to. now i know for sure that it’s me that you want, and not just my name. or my fortune.”

“well, technically both are still up from grabs,” you smirked in the dark. “haven’t signed a pre-nup yet.”

“oh but you definitely will now,” tony scoffed, but there was humor behind both of your words.

you both found comfort in knowing that you only wanted each other, and not for the reasons everyone else thought.

you weren’t with tony for the money. and he wasn’t with you for the sex.

you both genuinely and honestly loved each other, and now you knew that no ridiculous tabloid or paper was ever gonna make you doubt that again.

#tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man x reader #iron man x you #iron man #tony stark one shot