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2. Execute the plan
3. Expect the plan to go off the rails
4. Throw away the plan”
~ Leonard Snart (Captain Cold)

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“There are only 4 rules you need to remember:
1. Make the plan
2. Execute the plan
3. Expect the plan to go off the rails
4. Throw away the plan”
~ Leonard Snart (Captain Cold)
here's my cat for your dash btw. if you even care
I care very much
Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...
We need cities that do not resent the fact that people live in them
We need cities that
do not resent the fact that
people live in them
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Willmack Sickfic where Will gets sick and Mack has to figure out how to help him and maybe calls Tyler and Cat for help?
OR
Mack is the one sick but he's too stubborn and bratty to admit it so Will has to trick him into being cared for
BOTH!!! Ima add that to my list cause like imagine maybe mack does know how to help but is hiding his sickness (bratlin celebrini) so he can't gets toff and cat and like later on they figure it out GIRLLLL THAT IDEA IS IMPECCABLE!!
"eddie isn't queer/gay," you say. "he is straight in canon, so him being gay is just a head canon. it's ok for others to think of him as straight because that's what he is."
let's ignore for a second the fact that eddie has never ever ever ever not even once, said in canon that he is a heterosexual very straight guy. seriously!!! he has never once said it!!! if i am "assuming" he's gay then you are also "assuming" he is straight even though he has never once said it!!
how do you think we got bi buck as canon? like i am serious right now, answer the question. how do you think we go bi buck canon? evan buckley was never conceived to be a bisexual man at the beginning of 911. the reason we have evan buckley as a canonically bisexual character today is because us, queer fans of 911, interpreted him and headcanoned him as bisexual. i would go even further and say that it was us, BUDDIE FANS, who interpreted him and headcanoned him as bi. even before the writers were explicitly writing him as bisexual. we read his actions and his story and his identity and said: "this is a bi character!" and the writers looked back and realized that it made sense! and so they started writing him explicitly and canonically as bi.
was it wrong of us to headcanon a character as bisexual then? like for all intents and purposes we were reading a "straight" character as bi. were we doing something wrong? how come you are not complaining/chastising us/shaming us for how we took evan buckley, an otherwise straight character, and saw him as bi? is it because it now serves a purpose to you that he is bi?
also, taking characters that aren't confirmed queer and reading them as queer is what the queer community, and specifically the queer fandom community, has been doing for DECADES. look up the history of queer coding, i am begging you. it has been through the means of queer coding and the perseverance of people that are engaged in it that actual queer representation in media has increased. and let me tell you right now, eddie diaz is, undoubtedly and undeniably, one of the most queer coded characters there is. whether you think this queer coding is conscious by the writers or not. eddie diaz is queer coded.
and i want everyone who says things like "eddie diaz is not a queer character. he is straight in canon. it's wrong to assume a character is queer without the character saying so" to know that this is exactly what straight and homophobic people say. you are using the SAME rhetoric that has been used to shame queer fans for decades for seeing themselves and their experiences in fictional characters of all types. in fact, us, queer fans (and again BUDDIE FANS), were told so many times by straight fans that we were wrong for reading buck as bisexual. and where are we now? where did reading buck as bi take us? oh yeah, to having bi buck in canon.
so please just stop with the "eddie isn't queer in canon" comments. if you don't want to interpret eddie as queer then that is your prerogative. i will be judging why that is, for sure, but it is your right. but be honest about it. it has nothing to do with whether or not he is straight (which hasn't been said) or queer coded (which he so obviously is seeing as so many of us can very easily read him as queer). it's a personal preference and you're not engaging with canon better because of it.
Dont leave this in the tags @thatbuddie ❣️
Tonight's episode was supposed to give me motivation to finish my new fic by tomorrow but now everyone has been left sad and confused and hurt 😔
*pointing at tim minear* HE’S BALD! HE’S BALD AND HE’S TORTURING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAIR!
8x15 thoughts [spoilers]
personally, this particular part of the interview is where they lose me with what is seemingly an attempted pr stunt (?). i’m sure any one of the cast members would want to keep this job for as long as possible but you don’t kill off the main guy for creative reasons. bobby nash is the glue that keeps this story together and it is just not possible for a showrunner to not know that. they know! that’s why either way, if this is a pr stunt or if they actually killed of their main guy, the impact and attention is huge. they know.
to me, it just doesn’t seem likely, precisely because of the way tim minear approaches the topic in the interview. your actor wants out, your write them an epic exit, do the interviews, and you’ll be good. but your actor is peter krause and he wants to keep doing the show but you’re like nah let me use your unwilling exit as a surprise factor? after so many years, i feel like that’s rude to the renowned actor (imagine he wants to write out angela basset this way when she’s unwilling?) and in a way that would be known to everyone.
also, seems less relevant now, but why cut eddie out of this storyline, which will undoubtedly have a huge impact on him? four facetimes in two episodes but he can’t be worried while they’re stuck in a lab? seems like poor planning.
i don’t see them following through with this (i know they’re almost done filming) due to all the leaks and just the absurdity of it all from a marketing as well as a creative standpoint BUT in the case that bobby nash remains dead, i don’t see how the rest of the season can deal with anything else but that. this would also mean the death of any reasonable buddie progression for me because it will all have to be colored with grief and other complex emotions, especially for buck.
sad cause they did so well with some of these episodes and their respective narratives (e.g., buck being confronted w his feelings for eddie, buddie separation, eddie character development, etc.).
anyways, i think it’s possible they’re doing this to gain as much momentum as possible as there will be a two week break until the next episode and also to gauge people’s reactions. well, i hope they’re online.
i had a stronger visceral reaction to bobby nash’s dead today than to me keeping my dream job
seriously how am i supposed to go on with my day knowing captain dad doesn't get to anymore.
from radiohead into fucking work song can this day get any worse.
A bit of the draft of the fic I'm writing for tonight's episode
Eddie had fallen asleep with his phone clutched tightly in his hand, his text chain with Buck open to the frankly concerning number of unread messages he had sent. Buck hadn't responded to him one time since that morning, when he had been sitting at the station eating breakfast. He hadn't even read the messages. Neither had anyone else. All the internet would tell him about LA was that there was an odd uptick in military helicopters in the area, and roads leading to some sort of biolab were barricaded. Nobody, not even the news sites, had been able to discover why, and that more than anything had sent pure, unadulterated panic through his body. Because if they were being that protective of what was happening, doing that much to preserve the secrets of reality, something was very wrong. And Buck hadn't been answering his phone.
He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, wasn't sure when his panic that he'd been trying his hardest to hide from Chris had given way to exhaustion, but it must have happened at some point because the sound of his phone ringing startled him awake. His phone almost slipped between his fingers to the flor but caught it just in time, squinting at the screen. The picture of Buck that Maddie had, quite randomly, sent him filled the screen, Buck’s name prominent, not the usual FaceTime Eddie was used to. A mix of blinding relief and suffocating concern swept over him as he blinked the sleep from his eyes and sat up, swiping his thumb across the screen to answer.
"Buck?"
"Eds." The pure and utter devastation in Buck’s voice almost had Eddie scrambling to his closet to pull out a bag and start packing immediately. Becauae Buck-- Eddie had never heard Buck sound like that before, besides maybe when he'd found him after the Tsunami all those years ago and-- "Eds."
"Buck, what's-- who-"
A sob, choked and absolutely gutted, echoed through the phone and Eddie could already feel tears pricking at the back of his eyes because if Buck was-- was--
"It's-- Bobby's dead. Eddie, he's dead, I--"
For a second, the world seemed to stop, screeching to a terrifying, sickening halt, sending him barreling into the abyss of the universe, suffocating without the atmosphere. The words barely registered in his brain, barely scratched the surface of what he could comprehend, because it was Bobby. Bobby Nash. He was-- Eddie had always, foolishly, felt like he was immortal. Even when he'd been dying in a hospital bed a year before and Buck was cracking, and Athena was losing it with a mix of grief and desire for revenge, some part of him had known that Bobby would be okay, because he was Bobby. The thought of him really and truly being-- no, no, it didn't make sense. But Buck wouldn't-- If there was even a chance that Bobby was alive, would survive whatever had happened, Buck would never have even uttered those words as a possibility. And that alone snapped the world back into place, set time going again, brought it all harshly back. Bobby was--
"What-- Buck, what--" Eddie tried to get his words to come out normally, tried to form an actual sentence, but all that was echoing in his mind was the word dead, dead, dead. Buck sobbed over the line again, drawing in a heaving breath and choking on it, another sob cutting through. Not once in the entire month he'd been down there, had he wanted, needed to be with Buck as much as he did in that moment. Not once in his entire life, had he ever felt so desperately in the wrong place than in this moment. He needed to get to LA, needed to get to Buck, to the 118. If Bobby was--
"Buck, Evan, you need to breathe, okay? Just-- just breathe, for a second. Please." Eddie tried to ignore how choked his own words sounded, how much every breath grated at his chest. First, before he could even think to break down, he had to help Buck. Because he knew nobody else could, would, in this moment and-- and Buck needed him. He would break down once he was alone, or on his way. Because there was no way in hell he wasn't going to LA as soon as physically possible. Not with this. Whatever this even really was.
Buck whimpered, still choking on every breath, practically hyperventilating. Eddie needed to do something. "Buck, just, listen to my voice. Listen. It's-- it's gonna be okay, you hear me? We're-- Right now, what you-- you need to do, is just breathe for me, okay? Slow, just follow me."
"Eds." Eddie could barely make out his own name as Buck whimpered it, but another part of his heart cracked and splintered.
"Buck, in, slow, hold it, then out, hold it." Even though his voice shook slightly, Eddie forced his breathing to stay slow and calm, exaggerating it just slightly so Buck could hear him better. Buck still heaved, choked, and Eddie’s chest panged with guilt for something he never expected to regret. "Again, okay, copy me, Evan. Inhale, now exhale."
Slowly, almost painfully slowly, each sob driving the knife in his heart even deeper and twisting it, Buck started to breathe with him. The heaving gasps and sobs gave way to shuddering breaths and a small whimper, gave way to an almost eerie silence as Buck started to breathe again. Even after Buck’s breaths evened out, Eddie continued to slightly exaggerate his own, though at rhat point he wasn't sure ìf it was really for Buck’s sake anymore, or his own.
"Eddie, he-- he's really gone this time. I don't-- I don't know what to do. I don't-- Eddie." Buck sobbed again, and the tears that had been burning at his eyes started to spill over, slowly rolling down his cheeks, down the bridge of his nose. But he couldn’t cry, not yet. "I didn't even-- I couldn't even say goodbye."
Eddie clutched his phone so tight he feared the glass and metal would bend and break under his hands. Every muscle in his body ached to be there, to be able to pull Buck into the hug that he so obviously needed, that Eddie needed, but he couldn’t find tickets home yet, couldn't leave Buck alone to get to him until he was sure Buck was-- as close to okay as he possibly could be after losing Bobby.
"Buck..."
"It--It was a lab explosion. Aerolized a-- a super strain of CCHF. I-- they got trapped inside. And Chim’s mask broke and he-- he got infected. He's lung collapsed and they had to-- had to do emergency surgery while trapped inside with nothing. And we thought-- we were so sure we fixed it. We had the antiviral, we got it to Chim, and for a minute it seemed okay. But-- Eddie, Bobby-- Bobby’s tube got damaged and-- and he-- Eddie, he locked us out. He-- he said it would be okay, but I-- I don't know what to do. He said he loved me and I-- I didn't--" Buck sobbed again and Eddie leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling above and trying desperately to hold back his own sob.
"Buck--"
"No, he said they would-- would need me. But I don't-- I don't know how to do this without him. I'm not ready to live in that world, Eddie, I'm not."
Eddie didn't know what to say, didn't have a clue what anyone could possibly say to this, because what could words even do? Words would only feel hollow now, empty, because no matter what he said, Bobby would still be dead. And that-- that wasn't something any of them, but especially not Buck, could move on from, especially not with just words.
Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself onto his feet, stumbling towards his closet, because words weren't enough and he had to get to Buck, had to get to his family. "Buck, I'll be there as soon as I can. I-- Buck, I know-- I know how this feels. I know you think you can't do this. I know-- I know you're breaking apart right now, but-- don't do anything stupid. Don't-- I will be there soon, and-- and we'll figure it out, okay? We'll-- We'll be okay. You'll be okay. It'll--"
"Eds, please."
Eddie pulled the duffle bag from his closet and began filling it with what clothes he could identify between the tears blurring his vision. Keep going, keep moving, that was all he could do, because if he let himself really think about it, he'd break down like Buck had and he couldn't afford that right now. Buck needed him, his family needed him, Chris would need him when he woke him up. Once he was in LA, once everything was-- was figured out, he could break. But not now.
"Buck, I am coming, okay? I'm gonna stay on the phone, I'm gonna buy tickets, and-- and Chris and I will be there as soon as we can. But Buck, I need you to just-- hold on until then, okay?" Eddie yanked the zipper shut and slid out of his room, heading towards the living room where he left his laptop, still open to whatever news articles he could find on LA.
"Eds, I don't--"
"I know, baby, I know. It'll-- we'll figure it out, okay? Just breathe with me." The laptop screen felt blinding, a square of blurry, bright light stabbing at his eyes when he tapped the space bar with fingers he hadn't even noticed were trembling. He blinked against the tears, swallowed the sobs still in the back of his throat. This wasn't how he’d thought he'd be buying tickets home, wasn't how he'd thought he'd return to LA. Every atom in him wished that it wasn't, wished he was pulling up the list of flights from El paso to LA the next morning to visit or to move back, not-- not because--
Buck whimpered a little, the noise digging into Eddie’s chest, and he clicked on the first direct flight he saw, at 7am, five hours away. He needed to be there now, but this was-- it was all he could do. Eddie had never felt so powerless before, so-- what ifs clawed at the back of his mind, trying to force their way through, but he couldn't. He couldn't break yet, couldn't spiral. They needed him. He bought two tickets with barely even a glance at the price-- he'd worry about it later. It didn't matter. Not now. And closed his laptop, curling back into the couch like it could somehow make this better. It didn’t. He wasn’t sure anything could. Bobby was gone and-- and they all had to pick up the pieces.
ryan shitposting on main at a time like this... FOCUS
“I did not want spoilers. We went to a lot of insane degrees to try to prevent them. But then no one thought that if we take Bobby’s coffin out into downtown LA, people might notice. We’re not that bright on some level.” — Tim Minear, TV Line Interview
I did not want spoilers. Well, that’s what I thought. We’re not that bright on some level. That’s what I didn’t think of.
Gawd, I hate that I was wrong about that...
What is this going to do to Buck?
AKA are they actually going to give him a gritty emotional arc?
asking the heart-wrenching questions
911 | 6x11 In Another Life | 8x15 Lab Rats
I AM IN DENIAL - MY BATSHIT TAKE ON WHY BOBBY NASH COULD EASILY STILL BE ALIVE
Context Clues
They leaked the funeral before they killed him. Fully showed footage of the whole street and everything. It was intentionally broadcast. It makes no sense whatsoever from a marketing standpoint to let loose a real spoiler unless it wasn't to create buzz.
Killing him off right before Easter weekend is poignant timing, and as a religious theme, it would fit to sacrifice himself and rise again.
A little random, but this was such a reference to Star Trek and "the good of the many over the few or the one" and all that. Resurrection is always right around the corner with that.
I can not find it. But I'm pretty sure Peter said somewhere he'd work on 911 for years more.
Oliver saying he lied about his favorite time filming just in time for us to question this. He has intentionally created distrust in us all.
This ⬇️
In verse explanation
Bobby would NEVER fake his death without having his family in on it. He would not put them through all that. He did not do this to escape charges. He legitimately believes he is dying. So why wouldn't he be dead then? Because the "genius" scientist who cooked this up did not actually create a new deadly strain. She formulated it wrong because she was rushing, and it mimics death. Coma or that rare narcolepsy. Whatever. It leads to...
Bobby being Buried Alive. I know Tim just said the script was fake, and it was April Fools, but it didn't really look like a plant. Bobby still having his phone on him would probably fit with the protocols surrounding disposing of his body because of the virus.
They were playing Work Song by Hozier. It literally says repeatedly, "No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her."
No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her.