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@ongjoelle
i don’t know how to make a proper masterpost, so here’s just some basic blog information :))
my name is joelle and my pronouns are she/her.
my blog is dedicated to 9-1-1. no need to ask permission to use any quotes and drabbles i post for fic ideas! i just ask that you credit me :)
i mainly post about buddie, but i am a safe place for all ships!
> link to my incorrect quotes is here.
> link to my AO3 is here.
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when your cooler mutuals reblog your posts like yes i am getting a good grade in friend, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve
OCD is never about liking being clean or organized. I’ve never met a person with OCD who actually likes to do their compulsions. We do them because we’re terrified of what will happen if we don’t. It’s not preference that makes us act, it’s this false sense of urgency and extreme panic.
you’d never be able to tell i have severe ocd from the state of my room. ocd doesn’t always manifest itself physically. and when it does, it’s not fun. it’s debilitating.
Buck: I know it’s late as hell to be on your doorstep, but…
Eddie: It’s only 8:00 P.M. I’m assuming Maddie has Theo. And what do you have in that book-bag? A gun?
Buck: No. Cookies.
Eddie: Why the big bag then?
Buck: Because now I have a 5 year old in the house who has a sixth sense for my baking and immediately goes to steal what I make. So I have to hide them. Which stresses me out. So then I bake more.
Eddie: Don’t tell me that entire bag is filled with them.
Buck: Told you. Stressed.
Chris, from his room: ARE THOSE COOKIES I SMELL?
Eddie: Dear god, both of our kids have a sixth sense for them.
Buck, sighing: At least this one won’t bounce off the walls after one cookie.
#162 x
might write a ficlet!!!! on this!!! not sure!!! depends if my executive dysfunction loosens up on me.
wip wednesday
@sunflowerbuckleys tagged me on Monday and I'm finally following through 🫡 so here's more eddieintexas!
So, he runs. Until his lungs sting with every breath and his feet ache with every step–he never did invest in better running shoes–and it's dark out now. He can see the stars. That's something.
There's a string of satellites overhead. 5 slow-moving lights in a straight line across the sky. If he was less of a skeptic, maybe he'd believe they were angels watching over him. Guiding him towards something better.
Or maybe he'd convince himself that it’s a UFO. That there's someone up there getting ready to take him away from here. He thinks about the ancient aliens in Arizona. He thinks about Buck, pushing his buttons, pretending to buy the whole conspiracy, buying him that stupid t-shirt that's still sitting at the bottom of his drawer. The delighted smile on his face when he held it against his chest.
He wishes he was a believer. It would be easier that way. But he knows it's not angels and he knows it's not aliens and he knows the satellites were put there by a sociopathic billionaire and that really ruins the magic, doesn't it?
He passes that old, rusty swingset. The one across from his house that he can't look at without his lungs seizing up. Without feeling Buck’s hands, his breath, his lips.
And he looks up at his house. The one he bought to share with Christopher. The one that sits dark and empty tonight. The one whose shower pressure still sucks and whose floors are still scratched all to hell. And somehow that feels even more suffocating.
He lays down on the dry, dying grass of his front lawn and calls Hen.
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wip wednesday! (tagged by the lovely @poledancingghostson)
here’s from a 5+1 fic i am supposed to be working on :) (eddie helping buck with theo!)
Buck is silent as he tilts his head to the side, letting Eddie grasp his head and check the side he hit when he fell on the floor. Eddie holds his head firmly in place with one hand and uses the other to examine. He tries not to focus on how close they are.
"I haven't heard him in a while. Maybe he's finally lost some of that energy." Eddie knows he's not convincing either of them, but speaking is the only way he can think of to ignore the feeling of Buck's soft strands under his hand and the warmth emanating from his body.
"I don't know. I've learned silence is usually a bad sign with him," Buck mumbles, wincing when Eddie's fingers grasp at the sore spot he's been searching for. Eddie softly apologizes under his breath, the scent of Buck overwhelming his senses.
"Yeah, well, guess it's a Buckley thing, then."
That earns a soft and tired laugh out of Buck.
"He's not mine, y'know," Buck points out.
"Yours biologically," Eddie responds with a shrug while he finishes inspecting Buck's head, deeming it fine and just slightly sore from the fall. He mourns Buck's warmth the second he pulls his hands away. He goes to look at Buck only to find that Buck's already looking, his eyes shifting and searching.
Buck shakes his head to compose himself, shifting away from Eddie slightly.
"Hey, Buck?" Eddie says after a bit, waiting for Buck to look at him again, and when he does, he continues. "You're doing good. I know you think you're not just because he's not exactly the most compliant kid in the world—which, neither are you, don't give me that look—but at least he feels safe enough to express himself here, right? He feels safe enough to play 'dinosaur eats caveman' with you and to make gross mud pie—still gonna need the story for that, by the way. That's about all you can ask of him right now, especially after all he's lost."
Buck nods, not even bothering to hide his tears, letting them fall freely. Eddie smiles, standing up while Buck sniffles and wipes his tears away.
tagging: @turtlewritestoo-onao3 !!!
Idk why but I just had an image in my head of Buck being an AO3 writer with the wildest chapter delay updates:
“Sorry I’m a few days late with this chapter, I got swept up in a tsunami”
“late, lol, my bad my bestie got shot and I’m not okay about it (he’s fine, but I’m not gonna be able to write a lot for 6 weeks)”
“so I know someone getting buried in mud in a well is unrealistic but I did try and dig my best friend out when this happened to him, I won’t be taking comments on accuracy”
“sorry y’all I was in a coma for 3 days cause I got struck by lightning - but now I’m really good at math! Quiz me in the comments”
“might be a while before I post again y’all, I got in a car accident, then kidnapped, and then rescued by my bestie who was in the car with me when it happened. Yes guys, that bestie”
guys i have to reblog this again this is now one of my favourite posts ever
Idk why but I just had an image in my head of Buck being an AO3 writer with the wildest chapter delay updates:
“Sorry I’m a few days late with this chapter, I got swept up in a tsunami”
“late, lol, my bad my bestie got shot and I’m not okay about it (he’s fine, but I’m not gonna be able to write a lot for 6 weeks)”
“so I know someone getting buried in mud in a well is unrealistic but I did try and dig my best friend out when this happened to him, I won’t be taking comments on accuracy”
“sorry y’all I was in a coma for 3 days cause I got struck by lightning - but now I’m really good at math! Quiz me in the comments”
“might be a while before I post again y’all, I got in a car accident, then kidnapped, and then rescued by my bestie who was in the car with me when it happened. Yes guys, that bestie”
king of roleplaying
it's so interesting to me that taylor was the one who had the 'stop making everything about you' conversation with buck that wasn't 'stop being so selfish' but instead 'other people have their own shit going on and you need to stop assuming that you're the cause of every bit of negativity in a room', because like.... that really is the way buck tends to ACTUALLY make it about him. if someone is mad, he assumes they're mad at him. if the vibes in a social situation are weird or awkward, he assumes it's his doing. partly ADHD, partly the way he was raised to get no attention at all unless he was a problem. and taylor got that about him in a way i'm not sure many other people do.
idk. they never would have worked long term, but there's a reason they were drawn to each other, beyond just attraction. in a lot of ways, they have similar damage.
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this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world
Reblogging again cause I tried this site last night and if you need background noise to focus this is perfect for that, I was locked the fuck in on a task. And it’s also just gorgeous to listen to
clearing out camera roll and found these random highlights from this fic i read recently, wrong contact, man by twoslicetoast. go give it a read bc i got a giggle out of it :))
lol imagine theo having a baby box from kameron and connor, y’know, the one he himself never got from his parents, and when he gets it while grabbing all of theo’s stuff from his home, he breaks down crying. lol.
✨ each other’s safe heaven ✨
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Gen AI is nothing special I can also draw / write badly, help you with math inconsistently, answer you dubiously, and consume amounts of water you would think are physically impossible
