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kinito sitting on the floor
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katyobsesses · 2 days
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in the right place
@bucktommyweek Prompt: Alternate First Meeting
What if Tommy never left the 118?
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The laughter around the table never failed to make Tommy smile as he ate.
These moments with the 118 had only just started to become the norm when he had applied for his transfer to Harbor. But, thankfully, that transfer had fallen through at the last minute and Bobby had agreed to keep him on for at least another year as he reapplied. And while becoming a pilot for the LAFD was Tommy’s dream, he was glad for the extra time spent with the 118 and its new dynamic.
The firehouse under Captain Gerrard was very much a thing of the past, now, and Tommy was glad that he was able to see the 118 become what it was today from the inside, rather than the outside looking in. It had become a family.
To which a new member was set to join today.
Everyone was in high spirits as they ate lunch, waiting for the new Probie to turn up.
Tommy spun his spaghetti onto his fork, humming in agreement to whatever Hen had just said as he ate it. He looked up from his plate as he chewed, and spotted a kid bounding his way across the walkway towards them.
He nudged Howie in the side with his elbow.
“Cap,” Howie relayed, his own mouth also still stuffed with pasta. Tommy rolled his eyes at him and Howie shot him a muffled What? before taking another bite with a smirk.
“Uh… Hi!” The kid greeted with a nervous little wave as he came to a stop, “I’m Evan Buckley? New recruit. I was told to report to Captain Nash…”
The table fell silent as the prank they’d planned for this moment got underway.
Bobby tilted his head to the side in believable mock confusion at Evan’s words, before turning to everyone at the table. Tommy had to take another bite of food to stop himself from either speaking up in the kid’s defense, or laughing at his expense.
 “You know a Captain Nash?” Bobby asked Howie, who, dramatically, shook his head, obviously trying not to laugh himself, “You?” Bobby asked Hen, who did a much more convincing head shake her face a mask of confusion.
“You?” Bobby finally asked Tommy. He swallowed his pasta, and his laughter, as he shook his head.
“Nope,” He answered with a shrug, lips threatening to quirk.
“Uh…” Evan started, his eyes widening and his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag. “Um…”
Finally Cap let him out of his misery with a smile, pulling the empty seat at his side out from the table.
“Take a seat, Evan,” He said, and finally Tommy could let his laugh free.
It came out louder than he expected, a full body laugh instead of the chuckle he’d been anticipating, but Evan had just looked so incredibly adorable with the dear in headlights look in his blue eyes, with the nervous fidgeting belied by a smile, with the way he jumped at the sound of Tommy’s laughter before laughing along with everyone else. A giant grin spread across Evan’s face, a flush gracing his cheeks and he ducked his head as he sat in the offered seat.
“Thanks,” Evan said before looking around at the plethora of plates on the table, then at everyone sitting around him. His blue eyes met Tommy’s and Tommy felt his heart literally skip a beat in his chest as that grin was turned in his direction.
“This is amazing,” Evan gushed, turning away from Tommy and beginning to load his plate, “Is it always like this?”
“Always,” Hen agreed, sharing a smile with Tommy and Howie. Tommy smiled back at her with a nod, while Howie swallowed his pasta.
“Well,” He added, “When Bobby’s in the Captain’s chair, anyway.”
 Evan smiled, ducking his head again as if trying to hide the look of disbelief that flashed across his face.
“Think I might be in the right place,” He said, mostly to himself, and begun to dig into his plate of spaghetti.
Tommy diverted his eyes from Evan, finally, and spun his spaghetti onto his fork, willing his heart rate to even out. He could feel Hen’s eyes on him from across the table and he risked a glance towards her.
She was looking at him with contemplation in her eyes, the look eerily similar to the one she got when she had just figured out some confusing medical emergency. Tommy raised his eyebrows at her in the universal signal for what? and she looked between himself and Evan before raising her own in return. Tommy felt his cheeks start to heat, as he took another bite of pasta and broke eye contact with Hen.
Fuck.
He’d had a plan. He was going to leave the 118, start anew someplace else, and finally stop lying to everyone around him, the way he had finally stopped lying to himself. He had decided it would be easier to be open with new people who didn’t really know him before; someplace he didn’t have a history.
But then his transfer had fallen through, and he’d had to add an extra year or so onto the timeline he’d set himself.
But maybe this was the Universe’s way of making sure he stuck to that timeline, regardless. This kid’s adorable awkward confidence and Tommy’s apparent inability to mask his reaction to it was going to be the thing to out him. He could feel it in the flush of his cheeks and the beating of his heart, in the smile he couldn’t seem to drop as Evan began his next sentence with Did you know..?
He looked back up from his plate, and over to Evan again, letting his macho mask fall as Evan’s face lit into an excited smile at one of Chimney’s dramatized stories of their saves.
Tommy wondered if, maybe, he was in the right place too.
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yaxinqs · 2 days
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he's a little confused but he's got the spirit 👍 (he doesn't get why anyone would wanna do this)
saw this the other day so... why not
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pleasecallmealsip · 2 days
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it's easy to say "let's not ignore the negatives" about the french revolution. it's not as easy to see just what the "negatives" were.
the french revolution did not bring about a "power vacuum". the legislative assembly was formed as soon as the constituent assembly completed a new constitution and dissolved itself. in the constituent, the legislative, and the national convention, at any time, a president would be elected every 15 days. the word "anarchy" carried with it very derogatory notions, and even marat and robespierre condemned it.
the "if violent, then don't" type of criticism to the frev is reductive, and risky of using double standards. a) it is reductive because "the frev" is a long period across a vast geographical area (if we say the frev spanned 1789-1799, then haiti was not independent during this time). are we talking the potential violence of the louis xvi's german and swiss guards, or the parisian urban poor running to seize arms in the bastille to protect themselves? are we talking the national guard shooting the peaceful petitioners calling to put louis xvi on trial for his fleeing to varennes on 17th july 1791, or are we talking about marat's strongly-worded condemnation of the national guard in response (l'ami du peuple no.524, 20th july, 1791)? are we talking the declaration of pillnitz was on 27th august 1791, where prussian and austrian armies vague-posted about forming a military coalition against the constituent assembly, or are we talking brissot and his friends' eagerness to declare war and even potentially to extend the revolution beyond metropolitan france, or are we talking the consequence of brissot's decision of rushing into war with an army so untrained, so underpaid, so unarmed? you get the idea. to vaguely condemn violence would obfuscate everybody's position, and nullify any discussion of just what course of action to take in order to build a republic from scratch. b) it is risky of double standards, because violence was not an exception, especially not in the late 18th century. before this was the seven years' war. after this was the empire. i strongly recommend reading about the united irish rebellion of 1798 and the british response to that, and see what violent injustice "some of the most famous names" of ireland in the same time period had to face.
as for the "original goal" of the french revolution, more well-read mutuals can brief you on just how many goals the jacobins had alone. the goals of the gironde were a very different set of goals from the very beginning, the goals of the monarchiens more different still. but in any case, the "original goal" was not "independence". france was (and is) an economically strong part of the imperial core. one of the goals of the haitian revolution was independence from france.
that the bourbons restoration happened at all says everything about bonaparte's failure to withstand the coalition wars that came back to him again and again and again, like waves on a shore (see my point on brissot above). it says very little about the Spirit of revolution, which in the end shall save us all. They say revolutions turn out badly. But they're constantly confusing two different things, the way revolutions turn out historically and people's revolutionary becoming. These relate to two different sets of people. Men's only hope lies in a revolutionary becoming: the only way of casting off their shame or responding to what is intolerable. (Gilles Deleuze, Negotiations, New York: Columbia University Press 1995,p. 171, which can be read here, in its entirety.)
just what name should be given to the period of july 1793 - july 1794 is a matter that is still not settled among historians themselves. the word "terror" got its negative notions from tallien, who was very biased, so biased in fact he tried to assassinate his opponents in the convention. tallien did not succeed despite the execution, without a trial, of his opponents (maximilien robespierre, augustin robespierre, aristide couthon, antoine saint-just, françois hanriot, and some one hundred others). he did not seize more power himself. he himself was denounced by his colleagues as complicit in violent excesses. he shifted blames onto his colleagues in turn. his career was more or less ended by the moderates he sought to please. and then the "reign" part was only added when this term entered the english-speaking parts of the world. so this name was both biased and non-universal. it is still biased and non-universal. i genuinely do not wish to tell anybody what to do, but if you say "reign of terror" uncritically, people are going to tell you that you are using a reactionary term, because you are.
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fryingpan1234567 · 2 days
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Uh huh. It’s the Day of the Dead.
(…Not today. Just. Bear with me here)
LISTEN
I think Hades kids have a natural death holiday calendar built into their internal clock. Every holiday honoring the dead and even when there’s nearby funerals or celebrations of death— a little ping goes off in the Underworld kids’ heads.
So Día de los Muertos rolls around one year, and Leo, who was expecting himself and a few Hispanic campers he knew of to be the only ones celebrating, nearly passes the fuck out when Nico and Hazel show up in matching skull paint.
Not sugar skulls. Just regular ones. But still, it’s each of their full faces and down their necks until it disappears into the collars of their shirts. 
Hazel is wearing a black-orange-yellow dress that brushes her boots when she twirls, and crown of marigolds atop her cinnamon curls like a halo. In the black “eye sockets” around her eyes, she did a bright orange wing on each side that dissipated into yellow smoke floating up her face. She got Piper’s help with that part, but it was her idea.
Nico’s got big dramatic cracks on one eye and the other cheek and a black hoodie that’s way too big for him. It’s deadass Coco merch. Like the movie. The back says ✨Disney’s COCO✨ in big bright letters.
“I like the Book of Life better,” Leo joked, crossing his arms.
Nico blinked, confusion evident on his face.
“What?”
“Nice hoodie,” was all Leo said as he turned to continue on with his tamales, humming ‘Remember Me’ to himself.
Before you ask, yes, Leo painted his face too. Ornately. It’s a little bit wild.
There’s shading, there’s bright swirls and perfectly symmetrical flowers, there’s neon patterns of all kinds. He started the night with a chips and guac hat like. Like in Despicable Me. But he and Hazel traded later so he got a flower crown and she got a snack hat because she was absolutely fascinated by the concept. Also with Piper’s help, he got her to put orange streaks in his already unruly hair. Brother does not fuck around on the Day of the Dead. He’s lost too many people, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t recognize each and every one of them.
Even Festus got a new paint job. Leo told people Festus was his Alebrije. Which is why he’s pink and orange and blue and green. Obviously. (He did bring Leo back after he died, so that’s to his credit. Professional spirit guide shit.)
Anyways the mystery of why Frank and Will and Jason all had smudged paint on their faces was solved when a group of campers saw Jason fully make out with Leo in the quad, and Leo pushed his face away, hollering about how Jason was gonna ruin his paint. Jason just laughed at him and told him he’d help fix it later.
(Percy was home with his mom for the holiday, but camp gets an angry FaceTime the next day because they celebrated without him and they better wait next year I mean honestly the disrespect)
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ccycloneblogging · 1 month
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Dogday give me a fist bump
"High-five!!!"
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flowerscentedartist · 8 months
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Nightmare: Make her pussy wet not her eyes.
Dust: Make his dick hard not his life.
Error: Break her bed not her heart.
Killer: Play with her boobs not her feelings.
Cross: Get on his dick not his nerves.
Horror: Always salt your pasta while boiling it.
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jegulus-trash · 1 year
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james: the eagles won last night
remus: oh, did you watch the game?
james: *covered in blood and scratches* what game
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darlin-djarin · 1 year
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luke: i put the L in LGBT
din: oh thank god you’re a lesbian too
luke, talking about being a loser: what.
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star-trek-shallot · 5 months
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Chekov, still learning/perfecting English: What does transgender mean?
Uhura: Well, it's when you identify as something different than what you were assigned at birth. Like being born as a girl, but you feel like you're a boy, or vice versa. And some people are nonbinary, meaning they don't feel like a boy or a girl.
Chekov: Oh okay! That makes sense!
Chekov: Why the word transgender, though? Why not like... The Swapinator or something
source: adapted from @iggykoopa666
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yellow-yarrow · 2 months
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wheelerckley · 19 days
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Sirius Black in some random moment in his life
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gyokujyn · 20 days
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CATWS 10th Anniversary | REJECTS! » Prompt: None » Title: he's a little confused but he's got the spirit » Reason for Rejection: The biggest problem with this one was that I really didn't know where to put it. Steve Rogers? Bucky Barnes? Devotion? Matchmaking? Trust Issues?
a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger made for the CATWS 10th Anniversary Celebration
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uncanny-tranny · 2 years
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One of my instructors is a pretty old dude, but he teaches politics, and he always brings up how odd it is that people hyperfocus on "the transgenders".
So imagine an old guy saying, "don't you think we have bigger issues than if the transgenders are using whatever bathroom?"
It's honestly refreshing
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miniisside · 1 year
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He's coming around to the idea of Christmas joy.
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vorta-vortex · 10 months
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Nog: im ambidextrous
Rom: thats cool son love who you love
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