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fancypantsrecords · 4 months
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Howie Lee - Sifu | Laced Records | 2023 | Black + Red Translucent
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stevenrogered · 22 days
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Hey, brother. Kevin. You're a firefighter.
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drnathanielheywood · 17 days
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Kevin & Tommy Chimney Begins & There Goes the Groom
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crazed-rambler · 16 days
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I’m so happy they decided to lean into Chimney’s Korean heritage, because I feel like it’s been vastly overlooked despite it being so vital to his backstory.
I always felt it was odd he didn’t talk in Korean with his father when his father was talking Korean to him (I’m sure they had their reasons but it came across as them appealing to the English-speaking audience while still trying to engage that side of his character) but now he’s interacting with strangers in his first language at a Korean market!
The memorial for Kevin was a great way to once again lean into this culture while also creating a nice, uncliche way of bringing hism back (so ALL of Chim’s family could be involved with his wedding) and by weaving all these moments in they really highlighted this as a Chimney episode, further developing his character in such a beautiful, if at times heartbreaking, way
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idealuk · 22 days
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That made up for the lack of Buddie.
🤣 Eddie's change of clothes was literally a Henley. Never doubt this wardrobe department.
Let Jen and Tracie sing together!
I called the wedding being in a hospital years ago and that Bobby would officiate.
We all knew that Hen knew. She might want to sit Eddie down.
Margaret and Phillip's reaction?😂
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mimuduz · 27 days
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I’m madly obsessed with Charles coven
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chimneydaily · 2 years
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Chimney Positivity Weekend
Day 1: Chimney + family Chimney Han: a brother, a partner, a son and a father
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skarkkk · 21 days
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I feel like I need to freak out about this person's edit, I'm literally crying
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glittery-sunflower · 22 days
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DONT SHOW ME KEVIN LEE RN
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scenephile · 2 years
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He’s dead. He can’t complain
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911firefox · 1 year
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Buck went up instead of Chimney. Chim wanted to go up and now, with what happened, how is he going to feel?
The guilt, the what ifs. The remembering Kevin suddenly gone in a flash in front of him, Albert nearly doing the same and now Buck. Buck who is his brother through the 118 AND through Maddie.
Chimney not being able to look Maddie in the eyes. They've both lost brothers, they've lost too much and now. And now Buck.
God, the wait til next Monday is gonna be painful.
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afieldinengland · 1 year
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of all the lyrics in the extant cut of the wicker man “how a maid can milk a bull / and every stroke a bucketful” has to be the craziest
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fyrewalks · 2 years
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also, justice for chimney han’s forehead scar. i miss it. 
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mellaithwen · 1 month
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To hum and sway (bucktommy, 1.4k words)
[read on ao3]
Spoilers/Spec-fic for 7x06 "There Goes The Groom" After the wedding that wasn’t, and the wedding that was, after the search, and the rescue, and the drama of the day, Buck finds himself sitting in the hospital waiting room when Tommy turns up...
Now that Chimney’s been moved out of the ICU, the hospital staff have kindly set up a cot bed in his room for Maddie to get some rest beside him, while Buck stands—or rather–-sits sentry outside. While his sister clearly couldn’t have predicted she’d be reading out her vows standing between a heart-rate monitor and an IV stand, Buck’s just glad she was able to read them out to Chim at all.
A nurse shuffles past Buck down the corridor, and he pulls his legs back from where they’d been obnoxiously extended in his late-night exhaustion. He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing at the bright fluorescent lights of the waiting room before stretching his neck and shoulders until he hears a satisfying pop.
His hands clench into tight fists on either side of the chair he’s sat in, and he grips them tightly until his knuckles are white and the pain of his own nails digging into the flesh of his palms is enough to distract the guilt spiral he’s been fending off all day.
Maddie and Chimney will get their big-day. Buck will make sure of it. They’ll have the party that they rightly deserve, surrounded by their friends and family. A happy day, a calm day. The quiet, intimate ceremony in their own back garden that they’d wanted all along before losing track of the guestlist. 
But that would be later. When they were both ready, and recovered. At least for now they got to wear the rings. At least they got to call each other husband and wife. 
Finally. 
“Evan?” Buck’s head shoots up from where he’d been lying back, leaning his heavy head against the wall. 
There were so few people who called him by his given name nowadays...
His parents had long since left to do what they referred to as “damage control” with the guests and venue—since the rest of the 118 were more concerned with Maddie and Chimney than appeasing distant relatives who had traveled just so gosh darn far, Evan. 
He’d corrected Bobby almost instantly on that first day so many years ago, that his name was Buck, and besides, his captain was currently driving Mr and Mrs Lee back home for the evening after spending so many hours in the same holding pattern of he’s stable—that’s the main thing—until Chimney had finally woken up and insisted with a raspy voice, that his Captain marry he and Maddie right then, right now...
And Eddie? Eddie had only ever called him Evan the once. 
(Buck would be lying if he said he didn’t think about that moment often…)
But no, it wasn’t him either; Eddie was with Hen, roaming the corridors for a vending machine that worked until Bobby came back to bully them all into finally getting into his truck and going home. So that just left…
“Tommy? W-what are you—?”
“I came as soon as I heard he’d been found. How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?”
Buck’s brain struggles to keep up, his software in need of an update—Tommy’s here, standing in front of him. In the hospital corridor. Buck’s phone was god knows where, and with Chimney missing and his sister losing her mind with worry, he hadn’t had a chance to think about the fact he’d accidentally ghosted his date. But here he was. Standing in front of Buck like a guardian angel who’d done more than his own fair share to help in the search—all the while still wearing the clothes he’d put on as Buck’s plus one to the wedding that never happened that morning.
This is probably the closest thing to flustered he’s seen Tommy look the whole time he’s known him, and if the circumstances were different Buck thinks he would have found it endearing—but his head’s too much of a mess to even go there right now. The soft blue shirt he’s wearing is rumpled now but Buck just knows it would have been pressed and clean to start with. The slacks and matching suit jacket are both a wooly kind of mauve. Buck thinks it would have been nice to press up against the material as they slow-danced at the end of the evening. The lights would be dimmed, while the wedding band played something slow. He wonders if his parents would have noticed. He finds he also doesn’t really care.
He remembers Maddie and Chimney’s kiss under a symphony of high-pitched beeps, and the mumbled static of a tannoy announcement requesting a doctor’s presence in triage. Jee had clapped her hands in Mrs Lee’s arms before pretending to throw invisible flowers in the air just like she’d practiced with her uncle Buck.
How’s Howie doing? How’s your sister?
“They’re—” Buck falters when he finally answers, genuinely unsure in the grand scheme of things. If he were to answer literally, he’d say they were sleeping. But emotionally? Physically?  
“They’re…”
Chimney’s in the hospital. Maddie almost lost him again, and if Buck looks down, he knows he’ll find that there’s still patches of dried blood on the sleeves of his ruined pink jacket—remnants of the day, along with the pounding behind his eyes that he just can’t seem to shake. 
Tell Maddie—
No, no Chim, don’t you dare make me do that, you can tell her yourself, okay? Just stay with me. Eddie’s gone to get help and Maddie’s waiting for you to come home— 
“They’re married!” Buck finishes with a laugh that’s incredulous only so far as the circumstances of the last twenty four hours have made him seriously question his own sanity. Or maybe that’s just the last dregs of adrenaline leaving his head in a spin.
“Bobby performed the ceremony, but Chimney wore the white-gown this time.”
He’s deflecting. He’s searching for humor, for the laugh to be had at the absurdity of it all. He’s the class clown disrupting the other kids because he didn’t hear what the teacher said and he’s trying not to panic. He’s overcompensating at the academy because he has no support system to speak of in LA, and he needs this. He wants this. He can’t flunk out. He can’t fail.
He’s pushing and pushing and pushing to see where the boundary lies, to see how far he can go before he disappoints the family he’s found at the 118. He wants to know where that line in the sand is. How long until the tide comes in? How long until he drowns?
He’s….. he’s exhausted. And when Tommy tilts his head to the side and frowns, reading Buck like an open book of sad tells, suddenly the effort to keep the mask in place is too much. His shoulders slump and Buck’s whole body hunches forward with the weight of the day pressing down on him—only to find Tommy’s arms there ready to catch him when he falls. 
“He nearly died,” Buck whispers into the crook of Tommy’s neck as he’s embraced. “Chim nearly died and if we hadn’t found him when we did….” 
His voice cracks, the words seemingly too painful to even speak into the universe. Buck can’t bear to say more, and Tommy doesn’t ask him to either, he just pulls him in closer, squeezes him that little bit tighter, and holds him there for as long as he needs. He brings his hand up to the back of Buck’s neck, gently kneads at the knot he finds there. Cradles him like he’s something precious and deserving when for so long he’s convinced himself of the opposite.
After a time, when Buck’s breathing starts to even out, the hitch in his chest seemingly dissolved into the atmosphere, and the shock has thawed enough for him to feel the soft material of Tommy’s jacket under his fingertips, he finds that Tommy has been slowly moving their bodies into a sway. Leading, just a little bit—really they’re barely moving at all—but if Buck pretends, he thinks he can hear music playing. 
“You said you wanted to dance,” Tommy says; answering the question Buck hadn’t gathered up the courage to ask yet. For the first time in hours, Buck’s mind goes quiet.
“Thank you,” he whispers a little self-consciously when the words catch in his throat. 
Thank you for coming, thank you for holding me, thank you for being here with no judgment and no expectations. Thank you for caring when we barely even know each other. Thank you for treating me kindly, for being gentle and soft when all day I’ve felt like I was being strangled with barbed wire. Thank you. 
When Tommy hums in response, Buck can’t help but lean into the embrace, finding solace in his arms. He can feel the warmth of his breath drifting along the side of his neck, soothing the goosebumps that reside there. 
And when he presses a soft kiss on the stubble of Tommy’s jaw, it tickles.
-fin.
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jewish-sideblog · 7 months
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If your political stance pits you against all the national news organizations in your country, across the political spectrum, from FOX to CNN to MSNBC, maybe you should reevaluate your stance.
I’d your political stance pits you against your entire congressional representation, across the political spectrum, from Bernie Sanders to Mitch McConnell, maybe you should reevaluate your stance.
If your political stance pits you against hundreds of your favorite public figures, from Chris Pine to Mark Hamill, from Jamie Lee Curtis to Howie Mandel, from Jack Black to Neil Gaiman, then maybe you should reevaluate your stance.
If your political stance is favored among white supremacists, neo-nazis, Hezbollah, the Taliban, and Iraq, then maybe you should reevaluate your stance.
Vying for Palestinian liberation is a good thing. But if Palestinian liberation looks like dead Jewish children and the destruction of Israel to you, look at who you stand with. Look at who you stand against. Democrats and Republicans in America don’t agree on anything, except that Hamas is bad. White supremacists and Islamic terrorist groups don’t agree on anything, except that Hamas killing Jews is a good thing. Who do you want to side with here?
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911bts · 1 year
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6x11 "In Another Life" Synopsis
AS BUCK'S LIFE HANGS IN THE BALANCE, HE IMAGINES A WORLD WHERE HE WAS NEVER A FIREFIGHTER ON AN ALL-NEW 9-1-1 MONDAY, MARCH 13, ON FOX
As Buck's life hangs in the balance, he dreams of a world where he never became a firefighter, for better and worse, in the all-new "In Another Life" episode of 9-1-1 airing Monday, March 13 (8:00-9:01 PM ET/PT) on FOX. (NIN-611) (TV-14 L, V)
Cast: Angela Bassett as Athena Grant; Peter Krause as Bobby Nash; Jennifer Love Hewitt as Maddie Buckley; Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley; Kenneth Choi as Howie "Chimney" Han; Aisha Hinds as Henrietta "Hen" Wilson; Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz; Corinne Massiah as May Grant; Gavin McHugh as Christopher Diaz
Guest cast: John Harlan Kim as Albert; Gregory Harrison as Phillip Buckley; Dee Wallace as Margaret Buckley; David Young Lee as Sang; Jennie Baek as Myung;
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