ROBBY CHANDLER

i'd say i was wrong just to make it fill all the spaces.

[fuckyoubateman]

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hell’s kitchen | robby & sawyer

Sawyer Spitzke was not very good at cooking. The first time they had gotten a call about a small kitchen fire, Robby had recommended a fire extinguisher under the sink and a warning to never leave kitchen materials unattended at the stove. The second time they had gotten a call about a small kitchen fire in the same location as the one the week prior, Robby had stressed that she maybe watch a couple youtube videos on how to properly cook a meal and to stop leaving the stove unattended. The third time the fire department had been called, Robby actually found it more funny than annoying, but he brought over a couple of old safety dvds that the FD sent out to elementary schools so the students could watch them for class and highly encouraged Sawyer to start watching them. And seriously. Get a fire extinguisher. But then, the fourth time rolled around, and as Robby adjusted his protective gear he knew he wouldn’t need but had to wear anyway, he grabbed an extra fire extinguisher off the truck before making his way inside, passing Sawyer where she stood just outside the kitchen, standing sheepishly as she watched the other two firemen yank the stove out from the wall so they could take a look at the cabinets. Sawyer Spitzke was not very good at cooking. But she was pretty cute. He stopped beside her, grinning widely despite the fact that she may or may not have had to actually replace a cabinet this time around. Oops. But other than that, it was nothing, really, compared to the first call. She was getting better. Kinda. “Brought you a present,” he held up the fire extinguisher, flicking the red bottle before holding it out to her. “Pull the pin; point and shoot. Also I noticed on the way here that there’s a pretty awesome Chinese take out place just down the road...” Robby tried to remain serious, though failed miserably as he only grinned wider. “Think maybe that might be tastier than -- what is that on the stove?? A charbroiled foot??” he teased, laughing despite himself, one of the other firemen turning around to roll their eyes at him.

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on fire | robby & auggie

Robby had gotten a lot of fairly ridiculous calls in his day. Paramedics often got the brunt of a lot of the work that didn’t fall on the cops or the doctors and on-field work usually ranged from deadly and serious to completely batshit crazy. He thought he had seen crazy. There was a lady who used to call in daily because she was afraid that her cat was out to get her. There was a guy who had been so drunk that he had called 911 because he thought someone had stole all of his shit, but it turned out he was just in the wrong fucking house. Someone had actually called for help for getting lost in a corn maze. But something had changed in the last year, and Robby could pinpoint the change exactly; the Paynes moved to town. Well, one in particular did. The oldest one was usually never around, the girls made fairly passive comments that ranged from ridiculous to endearing, but the oddest, by miles, was Auggie. Robby shed off his suspenders for the day (??? idk what firemen do oops) and grabbed his stuff out of his locker, intent on setting out for a drink at the endo of a ten hour shift, but he passed the office on his way out where he heard the station’s receptionist sighing at someone on the other end of the phone. “Cats in trees are very serious and we do take all of our calls seriously, I can assure you Mr. Payne, but you call almost everyday and our squad can get very busy...” Robby should have just walked out... He stopped in the doorway and waved at Marie on the line with who he could only assume was Auggie. “I got it, Marie -- tell him I’ll be there shortly.” Heart of fucking gold or a possible death wish -- Robby wasn’t quite sure what he would call himself, especially after finding himself parked outside the Payne residence twenty minutes later. Auggie was still under that damn tree, throwing sticks at Ella’s ugly naked mole rat as it mewed in their oak tree. Robby sighed and got out of the car. “You know, I don’t think Ella should be letting a cat like that outside... And I’ve seen you climb this tree before,” he pointed out, walking up to Auggie with a smirk. “Couldn’t climb up and get him down?”

[yamakucci]

[lukes-cages-deactivated20160407]

“Sometimes you have to be the person who stands up and says, “I’ll be the one to shoulder all this hate. I’ll take the brunt for the next couple of generations.” I put that responsibility on myself. People are always going to see each other in terms of race, but maybe in the future we won’t talk about it as much. Maybe, if I set an example, Hollywood will start considering more people of color in other prominent roles, and maybe we can reach the people who are stuck in the mindset that “it has to be true to the comic book.” Or maybe we have to reach past them. To the trolls on the Internet, I want to say: Get your head out of the computer. Go outside and walk around. Look at the people walking next to you. Look at your friends’ friends and who they’re interacting with. And just understand this is the world we live in. It’s okay to like it.”