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its pride month, tumblr. you know what that means
Little birdie of the day đ
Thereâs a lovely old English myth that if someone who truely loved and trusted the werewolf called it by name that it would turn back to human.
Others include throwing their human clothes at it and itâd turn back but thatâs a bit less romantic
#ok i understand ppl would take the romancey route here#but imagine the werewolfâs mother#or grandmother#some wizened old woman or middle aged woman#with wrinkles or hands toughened from years of labor#just going out into the woods#where even the men with axes wonât go anymore#and facing down the ravening beast#and saying#itâs time to come home
Or the grandmother throwing the werewolfâs clothes at it and being all âGod damn it Jerry, put your fucking clothes back on.â
I am right here for the grandma vs werewolf stories.
Night in Paris.
hanging on by the rings around my eyes
part two of (pretending you were) just some lover, without which this will make no sense.
it's tommy's turn to leave a series of increasingly unhinged voicemails. he at least has the excuse of being loopy on painkillers, i guess? don't throw things at me, there will be a third part where they actually talk in person
Buck spends the next three days at the hospital. Sal takes one look at him and gets him added to the list of approved visitors. Buck's so grateful that he has to go cry in the bathroom for a couple of minutes.
When he gets back, Sal hands him a coffee and says, "He was really looking forward to seeing you tonight."
Buck focuses on breathing, on the feel of the coffee cup warming his cold, trembling hands.
"Yeah?"
"Uh-huh. Wouldn't shut the fuck up about it."
Buck nods, sniffs, tries not to cry again.
"Hey," Sal says, knocking their shoulders together. "Don't sweat it, kid. Guy's a fucking cockroach, he'll be fine."
what's a little fooling around between friends? + salbucktommy please
JESS! Of course! Sorry this got a bit longer than I expected but just... these three *deep breath* I hope you enjoy!
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Sal tries to make his escape as quietly as he can. It's hard because the nicer bathroom is connected to the master bathroomâand curse Tommy for renoing his house with such a stupid layoutâ and Sal doesn't trust how wobbly his legs are to get him to the other smaller bathroom across the house.
I present to you 650 words of the beginning of my take on Buck transferring to the 122 under Sal. It'll eventually lead to a tevan reunion, but I want to do it from Ravi and Buck's pov to switch it up. I will also be adding it to the make me write that I have going right now. So feel free to request more of the 122 transfer fic đ and enjoy Ravi's pov to start off.
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âHey Buck,â Ravi greets as he walks into the locker room at the start of shift. He expects to get the typical, âMorning Rav,â from him. Instead he finds Buck staring blankly at the locker in front of him. Ravi canât help but notice that itâs a little emptier than the last shift.Â
âBuck?â he prompts again when there is no sign that Buck heard him. âYou good?â Ravi asks.
Buck jumps and itâs clear that he was in his own world, but he nods in response to Raviâs question and starts slowly getting ready for their shift. He had been like that a bit more lately. Ravi knew Buck was probably taking Bobbyâs death hard, even if he didnât necessarily see it most days. Buck was the one checking in with him the most and he really appreciated it, but he always brushed off Raviâs offer to talk. The others didnât seem worried, so he was assuming Buck was just grieving in his own way.Â
â SENSE8 (2.07) I HAVE NO ROOM IN MY HEART FOR HATE
I need to re-watch this show. Damn, I miss Sense8 so much đđ
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HiAUtus: Gimme your best Hoodie facts/AU/Divergence etc! Heheh
Giggles madly... I do what I want. For @thecarrottt, who wanted Hoodie vibes and @chimneyschewinggum, who asked about the lightning strike...
 Salâs working a multi-car pile-up a few blocks over when the call crackles through, âlightning strike, firefighter down.â Salâs gut drops before dispatch even says the name. Heâs barking orders, but his lieutenant shoves the keys to the SUV into his hand and orders, âGo. Weâve got this.â Sal doesnât argue. He pulls up to the scene just as theyâre loading Buck into the ambulance, blond hair matted with rain and blood, body limp in the rain-slick turnout gear. Sal doesnât ask permission; he just climbs in, knees hitting the floor beside the gurney. Eddieâs already doing compressions, face tight with grief. Sal grips Buckâs cold hand the whole ride. âDonât you dare tap out on us, mook. Not after you finally let us keep you.â He doesnât realize heâs shaking until a paramedic tries to check his vitals. Meanwhile, Bobbyâs on the phone with Tommy because Sal literally canât form words when they finally reach the hospital, but he hears Bobbyâs voice shatters as he tells Tommy. âEvanâs down.â
Tommyâs mid-sortie when the call comes through, but he lands the chopper hard enough to make his head mechanic yell after him as Tommy sprints for his truck and breaks every speed limit getting to Cedars. By the time he burst into the waiting room, Salâs pacing with Buckâs LAFD shirt they cut off him clutched in white knuckles. Tommy doesnât say much; he just pulls Sal into a crushing hug right there in front of the whole 118, then sinks into the chair beside him. When Sal wonât stop shaking, muttering about three minutes and seventeen seconds, brain damage. Tommy goes out to his truck and comes back with one of Buckâs hoodies and tosses it at his husband. The waiting is brutal. Every beep of a machine, every update from the doctors, chips away at the stability theyâve built these last few years. Sal mutters at one point about how Buck was finally sleeping through the night without nightmares about the truck bombing.
Buck wakes up in their bedroom, the one with the wide bed they picked out to fit all three of them, the big windows looking out on the backyard where Gremlin likes to hunt leaves. Except Sal and Tommy arenât there. The house is too quiet. He looks over lesson plans and smooths a hand over a soft green teacherâs sweater; there are no bombing scars on his leg, no calluses from years on the job. His parents actually see him. Maddie is safe and happy. Daniel is alive, thriving, and the whole Buckley family feels healed. They have weekly Friday dinners. It should be perfect. It should be everything he once wanted. But the house keeps glitching. There are three toothbrushes in the bathroom. A half-finished grocery list in Salâs handwriting on the kitchen counter (âoat milk for the giant child, rocky road for Tommy, do not buy store pasta.â). Tommyâs favorite ice cream is in the freezer. And the hoodies, God, the hoodies. One draped over the couch that smells exactly like Salâs aftershave. Another folded on the bed thatâs way too big for him. He doesnât remember these men, not fully. This life where they never met. Yet every time he tries to settle into this âlife,â he starts catching fragments in dreams within the dream: Salâs gruff laugh echoing in the kitchen, Tommyâs hands correcting his position while weightlifting, the three of them tangled together with Gremlin purring at their feet. The bathroom remodel plans.
The longer Buck stays under, the more his brain tries to convince him this safe life is better. Thereâs no risk of losing the 118, no lightning, no fear of being too much for his husbands. But the glitches get louder. He sees flashes of what heâd lose: Sal and Tommy grieving at his bedside (real-world echoes bleeding through). Daniel walks in and shakes his head sadly. âEvan,â he says gently, âyouâre doing it again. Ever since that bomb scare at your school three years ago gave you that concussion⊠youâve been mourning this life youâve never actually had. Fire station, the two husbands, the cat who thinks he owns the place. I thought we were past this. Youâve never been a firefighter.â Daniel gestures around the Deluca-Kinard house like itâs a delusion Buck keeps retreating into. The dream-Buck (the teacher version) looks at him in the mirror with sad eyes Buck knows too well and says, âTheyâre better off without your chaos.â Thatâs the breaking point. Buck realizes the hoodie heâs clutching in the dream isnât just fabric... itâs proof. Proof that even when his brain tried to build a world without them, it couldnât. He chooses the messy, terrifying, real life where heâs loved so fiercely it hurts and scares him stupid. He fights his way back because Sal and Tommy are waiting, and for once, the fear of not being enough loses to the certainty that he already is. He knows they will grieve him just as fiercely as he has grieved them in this reality for years.
When Buck finally opens his eyes, the first thing he registers is the feeling of both their hands gripping his. Salâs callused grip on the left is tight and trembling in a way Buck has never felt before. He cracks an eye open, hoarse and raspy from the tube, and manages a weak grin. âBathroom remodel might need to wait a few more months.â Sal lets out a sound thatâs half-laugh, half-sob and drops his forehead to Buckâs arm, his shoulders shaking with the kind of relief that only comes after watching your partner flatline for three minutes and seventeen seconds in the back of an ambulance. Tommy kisses his temple before he quickly steps out to the waiting room to tell everyone Buckâs awake and talking.
Bonus: The recovery is slow and painfulâheadaches, legs that forget how to hold him, waves of vertigo that drop him without warning. But the real turning point comes in the quiet nights that follow, when Sal finally lets himself talk about those 3:17, how the image of Buckâs slack face in the rain kept replaying every time he closed his eyes. Tommy admits to the panic attacks he had in the bathroom over the crushing weight of imagining a future without Buck. Buck tells them about his coma-dream, how real it felt, how cozy and safe it felt but how it felt like that reality was trying to steal him from this world. âIt was everything I used to think I wanted. But it wasnât home.â
A short walk in the rain, but I saw poppies.
The necromancer looked at the old man behind the opulent desk.
"Commission me?"
"Yes. Once I'm dead, of course, but I'll pay you in advance."
"To call you back to address your family?"
"You can do that, can't you?"
"Yes, of course. To say farewell?"
"To clarify any questions about my will."
I'm so sad right now, and in deep denial đ
"Brilliant Minds" has been canceled after just two seasons at NBC, mere weeks before the drama returns to the network's primetime schedule w
i just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while
New tattoo, I'm SO HAPPY.
spirited away headers !