got an addiction to sad weird guys unfortunately
amelia shepherd standing on her tip toes to try and kiss kai and getting frustrated cause she can’t reach <3 a concept
your notes look so much better than mine lmao. also here's an edit i made when we started writing the fic. buck's notes:
I was studying for my next exam, making summaries for the paragraphs on the margins, my brain went "I'm pretty sure that's what Eddie's notes for Buck look like in <stupid for you>" and I was like "we can think about amazing fics during the study break, OKAY?!"
once again, I really enjoy this collaboration fic with Leah and rest of your works
omg that's so cool !! and yeah, they probably look like eddie's notes for for buck 🥺🥺🥺
i'm so happy you're liking the fic, it's @eddiesbuckaroo 's and my baby, honestly. also i hope you do great in your exam !!! <33
I want to love you (but I don’t know how)
my first fic for the year is finally here, ahhh!! this is completely the fault of @swiftiediaz (i asked april to give me a simple gift idea, and she had to go and tell me about these stupid touch bracelets and now here we are…11k words later 🙈 april i love you and hope you enjoy all the angst and fluff 💙💖 also thanks bestie for creating this beautiful cover <33)
rated e for eventual smut | read on ao3
“Say we want to, I don’t know…maybe you…or I, will want to let the other know that I’m safe at work, like if there’s a bad call or something.”
Eddie nodded for him to go on, Buck already reaching to tap the correct buttons.
“How about two taps means: ‘I’m safe’.”
Buck tapped his bracelet twice, the two of them watching in awe as Eddie’s lit up, vibrating where it lay over his wrist. He watched as Eddie visibly shivered; he couldn’t be sure if it was due to the magic of the bracelets, or Eddie’s fear of technology—maybe a little of both.
Buck cleared his throat, ducking his head a little as he continued.
“And maybe, we could use—4 taps to say: ‘I’m hurt, but ok’.”
Eddie looked up to him then, raising a brow.
“How many taps do we need for, ‘my best friend is a dumbass and did something stupid again, and I’m not there to have his back’?”
“Well, that would be nineteen, to be exact.”
Buck buys him and Eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after Eddie leaves. They help, but the real thing is always better.
Eddie does not panic, ok?
Has he been through some shit this year? Sure. But he’s handling it; everything’s fine.
At least, that’s what he’d thought until his son flung the gingerbread house to the floor, fearing his dad would be dead by next Christmas.
Yea, ok. Maybe he didn’t have things as in control as he thought.
This year had presumably been one disaster after the other, starting with the shooting, everything in his life coming to a head when he realized just how wrong Ana had been for him. Oh, and let’s not forget that Buck was back with Taylor…again; yea, Eddie was not getting into that.
Leaving the 118 hadn’t been a decision that he’d made lightly; in fact, it might’ve been one of the most difficult decisions he’d made in his life, right up there with missing out on Christopher’s younger years.
It was something he had to do, for Chris; his son always came first, no matter what.
No matter how much it broke his own heart, or that of his best friends.
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heyy, any fan of euphoria, question— should i watch the specials?? are they any good or necessary??
i started watching euphoria and just... what the fuck is mark sloan doing there??
You are so important and wonderful. Life has been tough lately, but you've kept strong despite that and I'm so proud of you! You deserve only good things, and I love you.
HEN WILSON in 9-1-1 4x03: FUTURE TENSE
[Image Description: 4 small gifs of Hen Wilson from 9-1-1 season 4, episode 3; with her scrubs and background colored in purple. In the first gif: Hen moves closer to Syd as she speaks to her, saying, “I’m a Black lesbian.” In the second gif: Hen moves her hands around as she says, “That joined the fire department at 30,”. In the third gif: Hen continues, “That started med school at 40.” In the fourth gif: a close up of Hen’s face, as she says, “You think I’ve ever walked into a room and not felt like I had to prove that I deserved to be there?” /End ID]
𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟶, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹