contain multitudes

Anna

[wlwgang]

Taylor Lorenz’ first book was great and we the people of tumblr WERE included in it which was cool but it did make me think about how easily online communities can shutter or change so ANYWAY all that to say my ig is in my bio if any mutuals/ friends are so inclined to follow

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[tweetsongs]

unsure fingers braiding hair for the prompts and is giving madney vibes

18) unsure fingers braiding hair

A year after his daughter is first born into the world, Chimney sits on their sofa and braids his girlfriend's hair.

"You're getting pretty good at this," Maddie murmurs, eyes half-shut as she leans against him. There's an easy trust in the way she does this, the way she allows him to hold her up, that punches the breath out of him if he thinks about it at all. So, instead, Chimney huffs a laugh into her vanilla-scented shampoo, watches the long strands of her hair weave through his fingers like silk, like something proprietary.

"You haven't seen the results yet," he quips, basking in the little giggle that she gives in response. Over, under, over. Slow and careful, strand over strand, weave over weave.

"You'll be fine," Maddie says, easily and completely. "You're a paramedic, you're good with your hands."

And there it is again, that quick belief, the way she looks at him and sees someone utterly trustworthy, competent, good. Chimney weaves the next twist of her braid very, very carefully.

"I am, aren't I?" he replies, flirtation sliding into his voice, just to see the pink at the tips of her ears.

"Shush, Howie, you know what I mean."

"Do I?" he teases a little more, ducking down to press a kiss to the side of her neck, reveling in her shivery little sigh. It's not going anywhere, not right now, when Jee-yun is asleep in the next room and probably preparing to start crying any second now. Chimney makes a mental note to ask Buck to babysit next shift, he's been complaining about how the Lees got too many turns. Right now, though, they're Jee-yun's parents before they're anything else, impossibly together and undoubtedly her's.

"You do," Maddie says, leaning into him regardless. "Have you been practicing?"

Chimney freezes for a moment, and Maddie twists a little, forcing him to move his hands a little to keep ahold of her hair. "Chim?" she blinks at him, owlish and assessing, clever and too-quick. "Wait, you have been practicing?"

"Uh."

A little laugh, the most beautiful thing in the natural world, and the unnatural parts of it too, probably. "On who, Chim? Hen is bald."

Chimney splutters a little. "I just- well-" he shrugs a little, gently pulling her head back so he can keep braiding, fingers slow but getting more sure. "You know, with the leftover thread and stuff, on the ambulance. Sometimes I need something to do with my fingers."

He can almost see her eyebrow raise. "And you chose to learn to braid them?"

Chimney hesitates for a moment, the words a little too fragile in his mouth. But he's never been able to keep his mouth shut, least of all with Maddie. "I tried to braid mom's hair before," he says. "When I was little. She let me, but I made a mess-- you know, all knots. It was silly. Dad-- dad caught us, and he told her that it was a waste. That there was no point trying to fix it. That she should just cut the knot out instead." A memory of dark hair through his fingers. Sad eyes. "She kept her hair short, after that."

"Howie--"

"I wish I'd learned better, for her," he says, looking at Maddie's long hair, the slightly uneven weave of it. He keeps braiding. "She lost it all in chemo, it seemed like a shame, that she kept it short for all that time before."

Maddie circles a hand over his ankle, gentle and grounding. "You're learning now," she says.

"I want to," he tells her. "Anne had short hair, and so did Hen. I never thought about it. But you like to keep your hair out of your face after you shower."

"I do," Maddie says, a little wonder in her voice, as if she can't believe that he loves her enough to remember, as if he doesn't love her enough to do far more.

"And Jee's growing up, too. One day, she'll probably want a daddy that can braid her hair for school. I want to be that for her. I don't want to cut her hair just because it's messy."

He pulls the hairtie from his wrist, wraps it around the end of her braid. It sits a little crooked on her back, but it's neat enough, made beautiful simply by the fact that it's Maddie, who will always be one of the most beautiful people he knows.

Maddie, who turns around, wraps her arms around him, kisses him once, again, eyes bright, smile tender. "You won't," she says. "You're a great dad, and a great partner."

He puts an arm around her waist, the other pulling her braid over her shoulder. "A partner who's a master braider?" he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She laughs, pulls him in, tucks his face against the soft skin by her neck. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her. "Close," she says, breath warm on his ear, her hair tickling his neck. "You'll get there, honey. I know you."

[gentlier]

What is your eye color?

A 10, 17, 40, or 50

A 20, 30, or 60

C 20, 30, or 40

D 10, 30, 37, or 50

D 20, 34, 40, or 60

T 7, 10, 15, or 17

T 20, 30, 40, or 50

BOTH of my eyes are two different colors.

ONE of my eyes is two different colors.

I don’t have eyes.

Remaining time: 6 days 15 hours

[bakwaaas]

when 1D said does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes they were so fucking right

[dailyevanbuckley]

Oliver Stark as Evan 'Buck' Buckley 9-1-1 ~ S09 E11

[muddiedfoxglove]

I think my preferred Buddie dynamic is that Buck knows and is sick with it and repressing it. And Eddie doesn’t know until it hits him over the head and then he immediately does something about it.

[muddiedfoxglove]

Like Buck is doing 4D chess in his mind to not think about being in love with Eddie. But for Eddie, it will be some catalyst that causes every thing to suddenly snap into place and he has a that’s so raven style vision but it’s all flashbacks and him realizing he’s in love with Buck and then immediately finding Buck and confessing to him and kissing him and Buck is like wait what’s happening you’re straight and Eddie is like no I’m not and Buck is like when did that happen and Eddie said five seconds ago and now are you going to marry me or what

[buckleysibz]

can i speak my truth. coma dream daniel buckley is not what the real daniel would have looked like if he was alive. why do i know this? he did not have enough boob to be a buckley sibling. ok thank you.

[enthusiasticarsonist]

fuuuuck I'm glowing pink in the night in my room again. fuuuuck

[daddyfuckedme]

[targetedknowledge]

[alex-and-nova420]

made this into a gif bc i liked it so much. shark Denied

[tweetsongs]

hi! for the writing prompts, 8? :)

8) thighs wrapped around a waist

It's quiet for just long enough for Buck to start panicking.

It feels more intimate, now, warm air exhaling from one of their lips in one breath, inhaled by the other in the next. Slow, instead of ragged. Deliberate, instead of desperate.

Scared, instead of sure.

"I--" he says, because he's always been incapable of leaving things well enough alone. He watches Eddie's chest, bare and golden. He doesn't let his eyes fall lower, doesn't let himself take in the way Eddie's waist looks against his fingers, the curve of his thighs over Buck's hips. He can't let himself remember this. He's fooling himself if he thinks that it's not seared into him already. "We just--"

"Yeah," Eddie says, when Buck can't quite bring himself to complete the sentence.

"And you--"

"I know," Eddie says. And there's a little tremble in his voice, something that's already beginning to retreat. Buck wants-- Buck can't-- Buck has to--

"Eddie," he says, and the word still feels shiny and new in his mouth, even after all these years. Even after tonight, when he must've used up a lifetime's worth of Eddie's, murmured and moaned and tucked into secret places.

"Buck," Eddie says, and there's something caught there, too. There's a hitch of air over Buck's lips, like Eddie wants to say something else. He doesn't.

For a moment, it feels like that's it. The glass fractured between them falling back into shape. Buck can't look into his eyes. Eddie can't say it out loud. Nevermind the come on their stomachs, their swollen lips, the bruises they won't be able to hide.

Buck thinks, believes, tells himself that they can still come back from this. It's them. They have to.

Then Eddie's thighs shift slightly, and Buck's fingers tighten involuntarily.

He doesn't mean to. He needs to let Eddie go. If Eddie can't-- if he's not-- Buck can't do this halfway, can't be the anchor on another sinking ship. Not anymore, and especially not with Eddie.

But his hands don't listen to him. They press into Eddie's sides, the divots of his hips. If Buck looks down, he knows he'd be able to map out the bruises they're going to leave. He doesn't. He can't. He watches the St. Christopher against Eddie's sternum instead, trying to force himself to relax, to let go, to say something easy and funny, something to make Eddie laugh, to forget all of this.

But Eddie gets there first: fingers against Buck's jaw, and Buck wants to close his eyes but it's Eddie. It's Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

It's Eddie, brown eyes looking down at him, something awed in his gaze. It's Eddie, muscles relaxing under Buck's grasp, going liquid and soft and letting Buck hold onto him. It's Eddie, a smile cresting his face like sunrise after the longest night of the year: slowly, then all at once.

"Buck," Eddie says again. And, oh, Buck can hear him, now.

"Eddie," Buck replies. Eddie's legs shift again, but only to wrap themselves tighter around Buck's waist. Buck's hand go loose, but only so he can run them up Eddie's sides, cup his face.

He can feel Eddie's cheeks shift under his fingers, the soft swell of his smile running through his fingertips and directly into his heart.

"Hi, Buck," Eddie says, something other than fear in his voice.

Buck laughs, startled, wondering. "Hi, Eddie."

(touch prompts!)

[344j3]

OMG what was the telenovela fic!!!!! link please <3

got you babe here it is!

[flannelcollect]

I keep thinking about Ryan Guzman’s comment about a telenovela-esque episode where buddie gets together.

If the episode started with a call on the set of a telenovela being filmed, Eddie could be fangirling over a lead actor, reestablishing him being a fan of the genre to the GA while also hinting at his sexuality. This would parallel Maddie and Chim in the episode with the emergency at the Bachelor Mansion. The episode that coincidentally also happens to be Buck’s bi awakening.

If the episode opened with a scene out of context of the telenovela episode being filmed (before 9-1-1 inevitably needs to be called) the plot of the episode could then reflect what is happening in that scene and its characters and also borrow some stylistic choices for how the episode is shot and directed.

I actually need it so bad

[bilosan]

[redrosydiaz]

definitely the stance of a straight man uh huh for sure yep

[brawngp2009]

daily affirmations

i can ball

i am cool

bitches love me

i can cook mad RPF

the slowly blooming darkness in my heart is not real and is not bothering me

it's okay to be not okay