(call me skog | they/them)
30s - queer - art department amateur - artist - disaster nerd - gay cowboy enthusiast - corvid tendencies
hey! don't forget: make bad art / assume ignorance, not malice / the world is good and we belong here / no one is free until everyone is free / everything is connected
(a playlist raccoon, hoarding songs like trash & always taking playlist requests)
need a smile? or some hope for humanity?
hey look it's a pinned post! general info: please feel absolutely free to dm/yap at me about any of my tags/spec/writing/posts/your thoughts/whatever. bouncing around ideas is my love language and it helps me write (& like evan "buck" buckley I crave validation)
[my writing tag] [Ao3 link]
main 9-1-1 wip/story tags:
[tommy begins]
[dead probie saga]
[antarct-fic]
[8:39 pm]
[pothos | pathos]
[sweetmeats au / what can ail thee, knight-at-arms?]
[keep the streets empty]
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I also love making playlists and am happy to take requests
[need a smile?]
chronological list of snippets below (severely outdated) ↓
tommy begins snippets/drabbles [tag]
these snippets all belong to the same world/timeline to form a backstory for tommy. the categories nearly all overlap to some degree (e.g. both abby and victor appear in the dead probie saga)
27: Swim [army]
meeting Abby [tag]
shortly after Tommy returns to LA from the army, he witnesses an accident and calls 911. this is how he meets dispatcher abby clark
2: Family
Snippet 1
Snippet 4
Snippet 2
Snippet 3
[story with abby continues into dead probie saga & beyond - see links marked a]
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bad habits aka the dead probie saga [tag]
"you don't name a puppy until you know it's gonna pull through." meet Brian Emmerson, probie to the 118, and puppy who didn't pull through.
post-break up and staring down the barrel of spending the holidays alone, tommy does the one thing any normal, reasonable person would do in his situation: he signs up to fly helicopters in antarctica
41: Hostage
Tommy & Lucy talk Abby
10: Pole
12: Disguise
11: Viral
Bubbling Buck pt 1
Bubbling Buck pt 2
43: Station
13: Volunteer
14: Begin
44: Triage
16: Treasure
33: Faith
Buck & Madney galley crew snippet
Buck & Madney & The Thing Tease Tidbit
Talk with Eddie snippet
17: Approach
-- tommy arrives in antarctica
24: Bizarre
29: Christmas
31: Imposter
34: Complex
Complex cont. snippet
48: Expose
23: Fantasy
-- buck arrives in antarctica
37: Bewilder
49: Moon
45: Wish
42: Lasagna
50: Recuperate
35: Proposal
Lunch order snippet
53: Strike
51: Floor
52: Panic
Drinks with Katie
Larry
46: Instinct
26: Enlist
54: Alarm
55: Mayday
57: Avoid
56: Captain
58: Sink
59: Flight
61: Stuck
39: Worst
38: School
40: Confess
The universe wants us to talk snippet
Buck yelling wip snippet
60: Karma
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8:39 fic
turns out, the string of fate that connects buck and tommy passes through a specific moment in time: 8:39 PM. when a truck swerves off the road and a helicopter crashes at the exact same time, the string crumples and all those instances of 8:39 PM collide. oh, and they're both dying.
a chronological timeline for this one is... complicated. so just check out the tag. :]
i was tagged by @sierranovembr <3 for wip wednesday.
i saw this post the other day and i fell in love. it's a wip and you're getting all 1.7k of it. @kinardnatural, i hope you like it :)
Doing things alone was normal and totally valid.
Was what Buck was trying to convince himself of. He'd had a string of truly horrendous dates, so he was taking Maddie's advice (again) and doing things on his own. Which was a normal thing to do. People did all sorts of things alone, all the time. Buck had already gone to the movies (twice!) and that was a lovely experience.
Now, he was exploring more dicey territory, namely places where other people could see he was alone. He'd found a really nice restaurant. Small, sort of new, and happy to take a reservation for one person.
The seating was a little modern. The table he was shown to had one chair and one bench seat. The bench was long enough to span five tables. If he took the chair, he wouldn't have a view, so he chose the bench, even though it looked like the less comfortable option.
When the server left to get his drink, Buck looked around. There was a man at the next table, seemingly also alone. The guy smiled when their eyes met, but didn't engage.
Buck made an effort to keep his phone in his pocket. He fucked around on his smartwatch for a minute, before he realised that was basically the same thing.
Once he got in the right headspace he actually had a good time. People watching was fun, and his server checked on him periodically. The guy at the next table was definitely alone, too. If he'd been stood up, he wouldn't have looked as content as he did. Maybe he went out to eat alone all the time. He definitely looked confident doing it.
Buck was perusing the dessert menu, when his phone rang. It was early evening; a little early for dinner, but Buck thought he could find a bar or a club afterwards.
His shoulders slumped when he saw the screen. He tapped to accept the FaceTime call.
”Hi, mom, listen, I'm out right now–”
His mom craned her neck, as if that would give her a better view of his surroundings. ”It's so quiet. Are you alone?”
”I'm fine, mom. I'm actually having–”
”I spoke to Maddie. She says you don't date anymore. That's no way to live your life, Evan, you need someone. Surely you can find someone?”
Buck bit back what he actually wanted to say. He glanced at the guy beside him – who was looking right back, sympathetic look on his face. ”I'm not alone, actually, mom. I'm here with my boyfriend.” He turned the phone just enough to get the guy in frame. With the angle and the bench seat, it looked like they were sitting at the same table.
”Boyfriend?” came his mom's tinny voice. ”Evan, you never said–”
The guy scooted over, putting his arm along the back of the bench seat. ”Hi,” he smiled.
Buck nearly dropped the phone. ”H-hi.”
The guy winked at Buck, then smiled at the camera. ”It's nice to meet you. Seems like there's been some miscommunication. I didn't want to tell me parents yet, but I told Evan it was OK.” He smiled at Buck. ”Why haven't you told them?”
”It's, uh,” Buck ducked his head.
”Philip! Philip, come here! Evan has a boyfriend! Come meet him.”
”Jesus,” Buck muttered. He watched the camera shake, until his dad was on screen, too. The guy's arm slid down from the back rest, to lie across Buck's shoulders. His arm was so heavy.
The guy winked again, then turned his attention to the screen. ”Hi, I'm Tommy. It's nice to meet you.”
”Hello, Tommy. How long have you been seeing our son?”
”Oh, I don't know,” Tommy said easily. ”Been such a whirlwind, I haven't thought to count the days. We've been too busy having fun, haven't we?”
”Y-yeah, it's been – it's been really special,” Buck said. His ears were burning.
Tommy continued to exchange pleasantries with Buck's parents, until Buck cut in, ”Mom, can I call you back? We're out to eat, I don't want to disturb the others.”
”Oh! Of course! Have fun! It was nice to meet you, Tommy. Call soon!”
As soon as the call ended, Tommy removed his arm, but didn't scoot back to his own table.
Buck swallowed. This had got to be the most attractive man he'd seen in his life. ”You haven't told your parents about me?” Buck joked.
”Haven't spoken to my parents in fifteen years,” Tommy smiled. ”As handsome as you are, it's not worth breaking the no contact.”
”God,” Buck sighed dreamily, ”fifteen years of silence? No, no, you need to savour that. Don't break that on my account.” Tommy's whole face scrunched up when he smiled. It was really nice to look at. It was a little late for it, but Buck held out his hand. ”I'm Evan.”
”Hi, Evan,” Tommy shook his hand. ”I'm Tommy.”
God, his hands were big.
”Sorry about that, I didn't mean to ruin your dinner.”
”I'd call it an improvement,” Tommy smiled.
”Right, because you think I'm hand-handsome,” Buck gulped a little.
Tommy's eyes lowered, then came back up. He pointed over his shoulder. ”I can go back to my own table?”
”Of course you can, don't let me keep you.”
”I was asking if you wanted me to,” Tommy said. ”Or I could stay here.”
”O-oh.” Buck swallowed. ”I– Yeah, if-if you want. I was about to order dessert.” He glanced at Tommy's table. His dinner plate was empty, too.
Tommy grabbed his glass, and moved to the chair at Buck's table. Buck's server came back, with a very pleased smile on her face, first directed at Buck, then Tommy, then back to Buck. She held her order pad aloft and asked, ”Gentlemen, what are we having?”
When they were alone again, Buck asked, ”Do you do this a lot? Dine alone, I mean?”
”Pretty often, yeah.”
”Does it get easier?”
”Practice makes everything easier.” Tommy raised his glass to his lips and took a sip. ”Depends on whether you like it, though. If you don't like it, it probably won't.”
It gave Buck pause. He hadn't considered that not liking it was an option. He didn't have to like it.
”Tonight was nice. The last couple of times I went out, it didn't go so well.”
”Ouch.”
”It's OK, it's just the apps, you know? Sometimes texting is easy, but then you meet face to face and they feel like a completely different person.”
”Couldn't tell you,” Tommy shook his head. ”I don't do apps.”
”Then how do you meet people?”
”I don't.”
Well, that was baffling. ”You don't date?” Buck sat back in his seat. Tommy was gorgeous. And funny.
Tommy chuckled. ”If someone asks, sure, but I don't seek it out. Usually.”
Buck was about to squirm out of his seat. Was this what it felt like to flirt with men? Thank fuck their server came back with their desserts. Buck rubbed his thighs and stealthily took a deep breath.
Tommy looked like he was having a great time. Before digging in, he tapped Buck's shoe with his own. Buck nearly jumped out of his skin. ”It's still early. Do yo have plans after this, or are you having an early night?”
”Was gonna try out a bar or something. After.” Buck stuck his spoon into his dessert, but he was afraid to put it in his mouth, in case it went down the wrong pipe. It felt like the kind of night that would happen. He touched his throat, where the scar from his date with Abby still lingered.
”Which one?” Tommy asked, and licked his spoon. ”Fuck me,” he muttered. ”God, that's good.”
Buck put his spoon down. Whatever Tommy was doing to that chocolate cake, he couldn't look directly at it. ”Oh, uh. Uh. Let me check, I forgot,” Buck said and got out his phone. He found the pin on the map, but he couldn't fucking read. ”This place,” he held out his phone, so Tommy could read it himself.
”Good choice,” Tommy said. ”I've been there once or twice. Great music.”
”Wanna come with me?”
”I'd love to,” Tommy smiled.
Buck got through his dessert without choking or dying. He almost swallowed his spoon, when Tommy scraped the last of the drizzle off his plate and licked his spoon clean, but he managed to keep a tight hold of his own utensil.
Buck almost fought to cover both of their meals, but they weren't actually on a date. If they were, Tommy probably would've paid. He looked like the kind of guy who'd get a little aggressive about paying, if he'd decided he was the one to do it.
”Ready?”
”Ready,” Buck smiled, not ready at all.
As they went out the door, Tommy touched the middle of his back, pushing ever so gently. It was a move Buck had pulled many times. He had no idea it made the other person feel this breathless.
Every time I return to KCD1, I am just so tickled that KCD1 Hans is genuinely such a fucking delight. I miss you piss-yellow king. Baron Weird Things Sayer of the fiefdom of Resting Bitch Face. You jubilant rectangular testicle with a shit-eating grin. My sun, my stars, my bad summer decision. My poorly socialized sugar daddy. My cock of the walk. I hear your hideous shitbird call of FUUUUUUCK OFFFFFFF and I come running every time. Hope you recover from your Assigned Girl By Fandom period. Get well soon annoying prince.
Second go around of dating and Buck begs Tommy to go to brunch with Maddie so they can actually get to know each other this time. It's mostly fine, kind of awkward but they make conversations like any 40-somethings thrown together by a mutual connection.
It only really gets good until there's a moment of silence a little too long for Tommy's liking and he says, "So. We talked about most of the stuff we have in common. Heard you killed your abusive ex-husband in self-defense. I killed my abusive Dad in defense of my mother. Want to order the endless mimosa bucket and talk about that?"
Maddie is thrown for a second, eyes wide, but in the face of another 40-something that's just a little too haunted to be normal, she breaks and says, "you know what? Yeah. Let's fucking talk about that."
Buck picks them up an hour and a half later from where they've stumbled away from the brunch spot, too tipsy for 2:47 PM on a Sunday, giggling and leaning against each other. He's happy this worked but he's a little worried when Tommy grabs him by the shoulders and says "Evan. Evan we would kill for you. You know that right? I'm serious." and Maddie just repeats the word "kill" and nods from Tommy's side.
uncomfortably hunched over in a way that hurts my back, fully clothed, and sweating out of both heat and nervousness that I'm going to fuck it up. and then it sprays all over me
