Evan 'Buck' Buckley

Indy, non-selective Evan Buckley from 9-1-1 on ABC. This blog is roleplay only.

[louferrignojrofficial]

happy pride month to the biggest ally around

[bluified]

  domestic action based starters

　　send  ‘cook’ for my muse to cook for your muse. 　　send  ‘hug’ for my muse to wrap their arms around your muse on the couch. 　　send  ‘share’ for my muse to hand your muse a snack or drink. 　　send  ‘rest’ for my muse to help your muse relax after a long day. 　　send ‘listen’ for my muse to play music for your muse. 　　send ‘read’ for my muse to read aloud to your muse. 　　send ‘game’ for my muse to play a board game or card game with your muse. 　　send ‘blanket’ for my muse to grab a blanket and wrap your muse in it. 　　send ‘pillow’ for my muse to toss pillows at your muse playfully. 　　send ‘bake’ for my muse to bake something sweet with your muse.

[walkedthroughfires]

when do you think the Orange Evil will die?

30 days

60 days

90 days

By Labor Day

By Thanksgiving

By Christmas

By January 1st

Before the end of 2027

More than 2years

Voting ended onMay 30

[downonmemestreet]

Send my muse random anons

Ask about them, their relationships, their desires, whatever you want to know about them..

[rpm3mes]

Want to destroy and break my muse?

Then tell them the one thing you think that will break them. Hurt them. Open those scars up once again.

[pittresilience]

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The ambulance bay doors swing open as the gurney rolls into the ED, the smell of smoke following close behind the paramedics pushing it. Jack is already moving before they fully clear the entrance. “What’ve we got?” he calls, falling easily into step beside them while his eyes scan quickly over the patient—soot streaked across turnout gear, oxygen cannula in place more precautionary than urgent, one wrist wrapped loosely in gauze.

“Thirty-two-year-old male,” the medic reports. “Minor smoke inhalation, took a hit from falling debris during a warehouse fire. Nearly passed out when he tried to keep working on scene.”

Jack huffs quietly. “Yeah, that tracks.”

Then the patient turns his head enough for recognition to hit. Everything in Jack’s expression shifts for half a second.

“Buck?” The name slips out before he can stop it, concern flashing briefly across his face before the doctor in him immediately takes back over. He keeps pace beside the gurney as they steer into an open treatment room, one hand catching briefly against the side rail. “Alright,” Jack says, voice steadier now as nurses move around them preparing the room. “Let’s get him on monitors and respiratory down here to check him out.” His eyes flick back toward Buck again, tension still sitting underneath the calm professionalism now that he recognizes exactly who’s on the gurney.

[walkedthroughfires]

Buck gave a wan smile and tiny wave as he heard his name. He recognized that doctor. He seemed to be in charge to at least some degree. He'd given him report in the past.

"Hey Doc," he rasped as the nurses transferred him.

"Turns out it's not smart to take your respirator off in a structure fire."

Not that he'd been thinking especially clearly after the burning beam had crashed onto his head. All that had especially registered was that civilians were still unaccounted for who were unlikely to be able to hold their breath as long as he was trained to.It wasn't until Eddie and Hen were guiding him back out and he knew he was safe that he could allow himself to crash.

"Sorry about the water thing by the way," he added as the doctor shifted into doctor mode.

"At least you won't get scurvy now right?'

[femalegothic]

being aware of and understanding systemic disenfranchisement is important but social media-based social justice rhetoric will have you thinking your coworkers are all devious enforcers of capitalism out to get you personally and that people of different races are actually entirely different species incapable of cohabitation

[homophobla]

[homophobla]

Today is litteraly the only day in all of human history where it is physically possible to reblog this. Given that I posted it today

[johanna-swann]

[sinfxlpleasxrememes]

Send in Kinks and My muse will rate them.

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

[knifefightscene]

[walkedthroughfires]

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

He looked up at Dimitri, eyes glassy and redrimmed.

"A few days. Thought it was just a cold until yesterday. Then the wheezing started."

Now his chest was starting to rattle and he was starting to run a fever.

[troubledmedic]

"Okay, baby, you can't just ignore symptoms like that. Especially with your job." He pointed out. Dmitri felt Buck's head and lymph nodes. "Yep, a fever and swollen lymph nodes. Go lay down." he instructed.

[walkedthroughfires]

"Wasn't ignoring it, babe, I genuinely thought it was the kind of thing where you cough for a couple days and then feel fine. I'm going. Won't try to kiss you goodbye but I'm kissing you in spirit," he informed Dimitri from the doorway.

[rubymemes]

Send 😨 to catch my muse doing something they shouldn't be doing

Or send 🔪 for my muse to catch yours! Could be something illegal, terrible, or secret!

[walkedthroughfires]

Headcanon that the reason Tommy was so ready to accept that Billy Boils and his curse was realistic not just because he's madly in love with Buck and humoring him (though there's that too) but also because he saw Things He Can't Explain while in the Army so he has no doubt there are powers beyond what he can prove.

[austenacious]

The Other Bennet Sister ~ Text Posts [11/?] (William Ryder Edition 2.0)

[aurorarpresources]

reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted

[promptcalender]

Gothic Manor Prompts ♱

paranormal investigator sent to repair clock that runs backwards

portrait with eyes that always seem to look in a different direction every time you look at it

candle that has never been extinguished

garden filled with flowers that have long gone extinct

entering a room that was barred for decades and finding a half finished mug with steaming tea

rooms cleared out or rearranged over night

letters arriving in the mail written in the receiver's handwriting

mirrors that never seem to quite accurately show the reflection

bats squeaking in the attic

[Prompt Calender: May 22nd, World Goth Day]

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Send a 💬 to hear how my muse feels about yours.

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