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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
8x15 spec fic (like, how does tommy get involved with the big emergency? but also i just want tommy to have people, too.)
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Once Buckley starts begging for help—"please, please, if there's a-anyone out there, if anyone's listening, I'm... please, they're my family"—over an open channel through deep, heaving sobs that sounded like they're being dragged out of his belly and drawing blood on their way out, Dana figures Kinard's probably already in the air and halfway to where they're holding the rogue scientist at Fort MacArthur. But to her surprise, he's still on the ground, standing apart from everyone currently clustered around Captain Melton's desk. He aging fifteen years before her very eyes, looking like someone's stuck a pitchfork in his gut and is starting to turn it.
Kinard values privacy more than anything and would be mortified if anyone saw feel a single emotion that wasn't humor, so she looks away.
The entire crew has been glued to the radio for the last twenty minutes as though Orson Welles is the one delivering the dramatic relaying of the 118's impending doom and how it's the only thing keeping them from being charged with domestic terrorism. For the life of her, Dana will never understand how it's always them getting into these situations. There are 106 fire stations in Los Angeles; 105 of them somehow manage to avoid getting caught up in Armageddon on the regular. She's dying to know what their insurance premiums look like.
Movement out of the corner of her eye startles her into looking up again just in time to see a large, tall flash of blue storm out of the hangar and onto the tarmac.
She has to give Kinard credit. He lasted much longer than she'd expected: almost a full minute.
you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
reblog & tag how old you were in 2006
911: Lone Star | Animal Lover TK Strand
What’s your score?
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Feel free to play along and put your number in the tags. Remember, it's a point for something you've NEVER done (not the other way around...kind of confusing.)
Anyway, I've done them all, so I got 0.
He kisses Henry until it feels like he can’t breathe, until it feels like he’s going to forget both of their names and titles, until they’re only two people tangled up in a dark room making a brilliant, epic, unstoppable mistake.
tommy with a nonstop eight-minute rant about last night's baseball game while he's getting ready in the morning, mostly yelled from the bathroom. buck scrolling through his phone on the bed, occasional backchannel responses. buck interjects once, "oh that's the guy who [thing tommy's ranted about before]...?," tommy emerges half-shaved and says YES 🫵, buck visibly startles. buck eventually goes over to tommy, puts his hands on his shoulders, and smooches him. says gravely, "that sucks," and tommy says equally gravely, "thank you." do you see my vision.
Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
22k, E. Chapter 1/4 now on Ao3. Posting Mondays.
As TK and Carlos embrace parenthood together, moving into a new house coincides with the second anniversary of Gabriel’s death, and both Carlos and Jonah are struggling with their sleep. But there’s another second anniversary coming up – and one sleepless night, Carlos finds inspiration through Jonah for how to celebrate two years married to TK.
Chapter 1: While Carlos, TK and Jonah settle into their new house, an unresolved issue involving his dad begins to surface for Carlos - and Chief Bridges is on his mind too.
Carlos stands still, shakes his head. “Carlos?” “I get it,” Carlos says, smiling as his eyes well with tears, silvery in the low winter sunlight. “I’m the one who needed to get it. It was me.” “Get what?” TK looks at him quizzically. “Baby?” Carlos lets out a breathy laugh, gazes back at him with wonder as a tear slips down his cheek. “Baby–” TK brushes the tear away with his thumb and keeps his hand on Carlos’ cheek. “What did you need to get?” Carlos takes a deep breath, leans into TK’s hand. “Where all this love comes from,” he says. TK chuckles. “What do you mean?” “Baby. I want us to adopt Jonah. I’m ready.”
Happy Sunday everyone! Have a little something new that I just started working on this weekend.
Carlos knows the moment he walks into their dark home that something is wrong. TK’s Jeep is parked out front in the driveway, alongside his truck, and Carlos knows he got home a little later than he promised—a consequence of having to lead an interrogation—but it isn’t so late that his husband shouldn’t still be up. If nothing else, TK always leaves a light on for him.
“TK?” He calls through the dark and quiet house.
He nearly trips over TK’s bag, cast aside in the front entrance—Carlos isn’t used to a bag being there anymore—when panic really starts to settle in.
“TK,” he calls again, walking down the hallway that leads to their bedroom. “Babe?”
“I’m here.”
TK’s voice is small as Carlos opens the door. Carlos’s confusion only grows.
“Baby? Are you not feeling well? Where’s Jonah?” He asks, stepping further into the room.
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y’all expose yourselves and take this fanfic test i was just forced to by an irl so now i’m making you too
In my weak defense I’m in a lot of smaller or old fandoms and you take what you get. Also i don’t usually use the exclude option and i love when the crack is treated seriously.
[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: #prev 20 is Wild i don't wanna see ur ao3 history that's between u and god /End ID]
Book 3 Laurent desperately trying to cram the feelings toothpaste back into the cunt tube
i posted this old as balls gifset ten years ago today
Happy anniversary old as balls gifset
We are pleased to note the continued survival of this meme to the point that it, too, is Old As Balls
LOTR Heritage Post
happy I am no man day to all who celebrate
