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Love Begins

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if i look back, i am lost
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I NEED TO WRITE FANFICTION <- guy who is perfectly capable of writing fanfiction <- guy who is not writing fanfiction

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How long have you been on Tumblr?
Over 16 years (before 2010) (toddlers in the dawn of the ant colony)
16 to 14 years (2010-2012) (livejournal and Myspace refugees)
13 to 11 years (2013-2015) (you used to follow thebootydiaries)
10 to 8 years (2016-2018) (era of Russian bot conspiracy)
7 to 3.5 years (2019-2022) (post sex ban to Goncharov)
3.5 years or less (2023–2026) (Twitter refugee)
Rebagel for science pls.
you have won a lifetime supply of this
How do you feel?
good!
I CAN SELL THIS AND GET RICH
im drowning in my supply help
Eh it's okay
BAD. VERY BAD
results/other
you would receive the supply once a month
the brand/type will vary so you could
you can sell the things you get/give them away but they will keep coming until you die
The long-lost remains of King Alfred the Great have been found buried under a car park, investigators claim.
Alfred died in 899, and his bones were repeatedly moved. He was buried in Winchester Cathedral until 1110, when his remains were moved to Winchester's Hyde Abbey, where they were interred before the high altar between the bodies of his wife and son. The abbey was demolished after the dissolution of the monasteries in 1539, and the place was left in ruins. In 1866, during construction of a workhouse on the site, the English antiquarian John Mellor excavated the area, found what he thought were Alfred's bones and had them reburied at nearby St. Bartholemew’s Church. But in 2013, when archaeologists exhumed and carbon-dated the bones from St. Bartholomew’s churchyard, they proved to date from over 200 years after Alfred’s death - sparking Graham's interest and search. He said: "Whoever’s bones they were, they weren’t Alfred’s. So, I decided to discover what happened to them. "The quest has taken me 13 years.”
shut up they did not find another goddamn king under another goddamn car park
@qqueenofhades look, another
Buddie Rec List: Family/Firefam
Family has always been at the heart of 911, whether it's the family you're born into or the one you choose. This week's recs celebrate the relationships and connections that hold Buck and Eddie together.
(click here for previous lists!)
22 fic recs under the cut:

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Also you cannot do anything about curses & not have me be all over it 🤩
🌱🌱🌱
really in love with this fic just have to, you know, write it
A moment’s hesitation. Is it dishonoring Shannon to ignore this shade? Or is it dishonoring her to go talk to it, to her? The woman gives a sly grin that Eddie saw a hundred thousand times on Shannon’s face, and as she looks up, she makes direct eye contact with Eddie, and it softens into a different smile, into an expression he never thought he’d see again. This has to be a sign from the gods. Eddie might not like to call on them, not if he can help it, was always taught it’s safer to escape their notice, but he knows better than to ignore their direct wishes. History is littered with examples of exactly why that’s dangerous, the knock on effects of hubris are myriad and world-changing. It doesn’t matter whether he wants to approach this woman, he has to. “Hey, I’m going to hit the head, I’ll be right back,” he says, getting up from the table, and Chris and Marisol wave him off easily, chattering away. He circles, just a little, walking up past the bathrooms, wending his way closer and closer to her shop. Throughout, as she talks to customers, she throws glances his way. It’s like she can’t help herself, finding him like it’s fated. Eddie feels outside his own body, like he’s in story, a myth of old. It’s rare for the gods to bring people back from the dead, and he didn’t make the journey to the underworld himself, and besides, he can see she’s not Shannon. She’s just also not not Shannon.
one last time! if you wanna make me write more, you can
🪐🪐 also, pls & thank you 🥰🥰
of course my darling, you know I'd never actually make you choose
He’s been woken up by pain before, though it’s been years now. You don’t forget what that feels like though. Pain so sharp it dulls again, a throbbing ache that makes up the backbone of your world. He lies there, panting through it, aching waves of pain that wash over him in rhythm. It takes a little too long to realize an alarm is blaring as well. The pain sharpens in waves because there’s a loud noise screaming at him in those moments. It all seems very urgent for a guy who was sure he wasn’t waking up ever again. He’s up and moving before he even realizes it, the nature of their training so drummed into them. You hear alarm, you start moving. It’s infinitely easier to fall back on training, to practically let autopilot take over, and focus on the realities of what this all means later.
once again, if you wanna make me write more, you can
I MUST ask for 🐺🐺
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we're getting there!! part 2 soon I swear I swear
As he approaches the pew with the 118 sitting in it, he can hear the susurrus of whispers around the room, and then clearer than any of the others by virtue of who’s talking, “So that’s him?” “Yeah, Adriana,” says Eddie. “That’s him.” “He seems sweet,” says Adriana. “He can hear you,” says Eddie pointedly, and Buck has to stifle a little laugh. “I’m not complaining,” he mutters, as he takes a seat between Maddie and Bobby. “I’m sure,” says Eddie dryly, and in the same moment Bobby asks, “What was that?” so Buck has to focus up. “Oh, nothing, just talking to myself,” says Buck airily. “How are you doing?” Bobby looks like he’s aged years in the few days since the hit and run.
if you wanna make me write more, you can
you know I gotta 🐺 🐺 🐺
you know I did suspect you might
Buck pauses, hyper aware that they have a much larger audience than Maddie could know. It can’t hurt to remind everyone here that he’s on good terms with the head of their pack. “Yeah,” he says after a moment. “We met after she broke her leg, she cooks the best enchiladas I’ve ever had.” As they get closer to the front, and he sees how incredibly stiff looks up ahead, he adds, “She loves Eddie and Chris more than anything.” Up ahead, he sees Eddie soften just a little at the reminder. “I’m glad,” says Maddie, “And it’s nice to see so many of his family flew out for this as well.” “Yeah,” says Buck, tries to be as neutral as he can be. “They’re a close family, for all that they’re across multiple states.” A beat of silence, and Buck thinks for a brief moment about the difference between the Diaz pack and his own. Between the fact that the Diazes might not have approved of Shannon in a variety of ways, but so many of them are here to show their love and support for Eddie and Chris despite that. Between the unshakeable fact that his own pack can only really rely on the people in this room, and Athena Grant, who was working today. The 118 has almost inadvertently collected people who don’t really have anywhere else to turn, who don’t have a strong support system. They’re a close knit group, and there’s a reason for that.
as everrrrr if you wanna make me write more, you can
wip/make me write wednesday
okay so let's start with a lil snippet from pt 2 of canine teeth
“Evancito,” says Isabel, from just inside the entrance, “It is good to see you.” She pulls him close, drops a kiss on each cheek, and Buck can feel his own shoulders relaxing. “Thank you for coming,” she says, earnest, as she holds him by each shoulder. “Nowhere else I’d want to be,” says Buck earnestly. “Here, let me introduce you to my sister, Maddie, and our coworkers, Chimney, Hen, her wife Karen, and our Captain, Bobby.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” says Isabel, “Eddie is up at the front with Christopher, I’m sure he’ll be glad to see you all.” “She seems nice,” says Maddie in an undertone as they walk up the aisle towards Eddie and Chris. “Isabel?” asks Buck, “Oh yeah, she’s the best.” “Didn’t realize you knew his grandmother so well,” says Maddie thoughtfully.
and then as a bonus! also doing make me write!
send me an ask with one of the emojis corresponding to a wip and i'll write five sentences per emoji:
🐺 - canine teeth (in the side of my neck) - season 2 electric boogaloo 🪐 - the stars look very different today - martian au will return from the war 🌱 - put down roots - s7 era curse au
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bingo boy-ngo, as they say
if vesper was played by anyone but emily i am confident murph would not be singing while crying rn
lavonte finishing that conversation with maya by doing a lil shovel talk for coming in between him and his boy bestie….. my guy you are simply never going to beat the allegations
sorry has lavonte just revealed that he and hj worked together for years before hj turned him??
lavonte is so incredibly charming i can totally see why maya was avoiding being in a room with him tbh

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genuinely wild that ally knows that AI is literally the villain this season and yet hj has pivoted to solely using AI in the penultimate ep
everyone freaking out bc none of them had every thought to ask hj and lavonte how much money they actually have