Evan 'Buck' Buckley

BUCK + believing in curses / the supernatural

Anyone with a Ryan Guzman pf can't say SHIT about Tommy/Lou's past.

baby buck‘s first word was ‘maddie’

and maddie was the only one around to witness his first word

that’s her baby

let's play a game called recognizing fascist talking points, using umberto eco's 14 characteristics of fascism, and how they relate to Ryan's latest little story

Screenshots below but just fyi: this is literally every single post. There is no way of engaging with this content without implicitly agreeing with their values, because their content IS far-right white supremacist slop – there's no subtext here.

The realization that those two specific bags held what was left of the leader and second in command of the free world, was like a punch to the gut. It was like losing Bobby on a grander scale. Who was in charge now? What if there was no one left to take the reins? Episcopalians didn't typically cross themselves, but it felt appropriate to offer that quick gesture of respect. He quickly swiped his eyes dry, then stared in confusion at the black-suited man making his way over to join this woman--whose name, he suddenly realized, he didn't yet know.

He nodded his thanks as she responded that she would requisition what they needed, turning briefly to another, rather harried-looking woman who had materialized near her and proceeded to scribble down her words like the most frantic waitress he'd ever seen. Buck quickly provided masks to these newcomers; while the Sarin had mainly dissipated there was still dust and smoke and various particulates in the air that one didn't want to breathe.

Then, the woman went silent, before brushing past him with her eyes fixed on the ground. He turned to follow her, praying she hadn't discovered a body or part of one, when the man's cry of 'Madam President!' mentally brings him up short, his question suddenly answered. She was in charge now. As she turned back to him again he finally saw what had caught her attention, and his heart clenched anew. She'd pulled a shred of the American flag from the rubble, torn and dusty but its colors still bold. It reminded him of that news footage he'd seen on that terrible September day when he was nine--Old Glory, waving amidst the smoke from the aerial of a firetruck, battered but still proud. The United States, battered but unbroken. He nodded to her words, swiping his eyes dry.

"Of course, Madam President. Um, let me grab..."

Trailing off her turned back to the little canopy from which he was acting as IC. A box beneath the table contained several megaphones, used to coordinate the rescue and recovery efforts from afar. He brought it to her almost reverently.

"I wish this was better circumstances, but it's still an honor."

An honor. 24 hours ago, it was not an honor to meet her. She had just been the Secretary of Veteran Affairs. An important position, yes, but not on the level of President. But she'd been happy with that. She'd been content to be low on the succession list. She hadn't needed to worry about the same worries that the President had. That, of course, had changed in the course of twenty minutes. She'd been sworn in thousands of miles above Washington in Air Force 1, given her speech to the Nation at roughly 1 AM and then immediately freshened up and came here.

It was all a blur.

"Sec--President Tamsin Johnson." The correction comes out stumbled. She supposes it will be a while for her to adjust to the change in title. To not inadvertently call the President 'President King.' To accept that she wouldn't hear his laughter, see his smiling face when she went to visit him. Her boots crunch against the pebbles of rubble as she moves, stuffing the shred of the American Flag into her pocket, closing her eyes for a minute behind her glasses as she adjusts her hair to cover her cochlear implant.

"Please wait here. I will be back in one moment." She raises a gloved finger to gesture him to wait. She does want to continue this conversation. She moves to a more centered location, turning on the megaphone as Fred follows after her, a careful hand on the gun in his holster, JUST in case.

“I wanted to thank everyone for BEING HERE. My name is Tamsin Johnson. At about 10:35 PM last night, I was sworn in as President of the United States after this senseless attack on the Capital. I...I wanted to assure you that I understand that you are tired, that you are angry, furious. I understand the fury, the pain that you are feeling. President King...he....he was my closest friend and advisor and his loss...the loss of everyone here will weigh heavily on us for a long time. But I assure you we are looking into this. We WILL ensure that justice is served. And I wanted to reassure you ALL that MORE help is on the way. WE will be stronger because of this. These seem like dark times. But there is always good times to come. I understand your pain. Your frustration, your anger. But just know that the nation, and myself, appreciate you. Each and every one of you that is here.”

She's shaking by the end of the speech, lowering the megaphone, her eyes flickering over the crowd, before settling on Buck, giving him a small nod as she moved back towards his location.

"President King always told me a good speech can help lift spirits. Was never one for making things up as they come but...I'm sorry, I don't believe I even got your name." She wipes a gloved hand along her forehead.

He couldn't even imagine how much she must be reeling right now, for all her outward dignity and composure. Literally overnight she'd been thrust into one of the most powerful and solemn roles in the world. She appeared to be doing remarkably well all things considered, especially given all that she must have had to pick up on the fly.

As she introduced herself Buck found himself at something of a loss--what gesture was appropriate when meeting the President as a civilian? A foreign dignitary might shake her hand, but he rather doubted the man with the gun and earpiece--part of her security detail, he suddenly realized--would much approve of him getting that close. Bowing seemed awkwardly and overly formal, so he nodded acknowledgement of her request to wait, then turned to watch her give her speech.

The crews looked up from their work as her voice rang out, eyes on her. They listened, clearly emotionally stirred by her words, and a cheer rose as she finished. He found himself pressing a hand to his heart as if to the flag, nodding back as she came back over.

"He was correct, Madame President. Ah, LAFD Firefighter Evan Buckley, ma'am. Captain Mehta is supposed to be here, but he had a health emergency, so I'm filling in for him as acting Incident Commander. I know he'd be honored also to meet you."

He decided it was too familiar to offer up his nickname. He was here in an official capacity.

It honestly felt like a dream to be standing here, and not a good one.

Buck's transfer from the 118 to the 133 had been meant to be temporary, to give him room to breathe and the whole crew to readjust to the loss of their captain, friend and father-figure. Captain Mehta was no Bobby, but he was kind and capable.

He'd also had a massive heart attack shortly after arriving on scene in D.C, which left Buck standing in his place as Incident Commander and feeling totally out of his depth. He was doing his best to channel Bobby. What would Captain Nash say, what would he do? There were currently dueling priorities, for the fire crews: beat back the flames and rescue any survivors. Not many had currently been found; it appeared the attack had directly targeted Congress, during the State of the Union address no less. All senators, representatives, the President and Vice President and Speaker were either unaccounted for, or occupying black plastic bags in the makeshift morgue.

The woman's voice startled him; turning to her, he realized she seemed oddly familiar but he couldn't place why. She was older, fifty-something perhaps, and smartly-dressed. Not a first responder, then. Maybe a staffer of some kind? She spoke with a authoritative calm that suggested this wasn't the first mass casualty event she'd been in the middle of. Buck mentally took stock before passing her a respirator mask and answering her.

"More hands would be the main thing, more people to search and to hold hoses, we've got cops holding the perimeter but civilians are going to start trying to break perimeter to find their loved ones. It would be... reassuring to the public, I think, to know that the President or at least VP were safely at the helm. We're low on masks, medical supplies, and ambulances. Every ER in a ten-mile radius is on standby, I haven't had reports of any yet being overrun thankfully. We've got pilots life-flighting the most serious injuries into Maryland, we've coordinated with their governor for free use of their airspace and cooperation from their hospitals. Suppression-wise...if hydrants start to fail, do you think pumping from the Potomac could be an option? We can hose-relay with local stations to ensure continuity."

"President King and Vice President Menendez are already accounted for." Her voice is quiet, eyes flickering towards the black bags in the make-shift morgue, towards the bags already moved aside from the rest in a show of respect for their titles. There's a hard lump in her throat, rapidly blinking away the tears as she slips the mask on. Agents are on edge, Fred (the head of her Secret Service detail and her shadow in the hours after the attack hit) moves a bit closer, eyes drifting around the area.

Buck's words do not surprise her. She'd been briefed on the ride here of the current situation, but hearing it from a First Responder is different. The area is swarming with National Guards, FBI agents, First Responders and cordoned off by barriers and tape but she knows that eventually, citizens will want to come forward, to see the devestation.

"I will request additional National Guard from Maryland and Virginia to hold the barrier." She adjusts her coat over her bulletproof vest. "I will order an immediate shipment in of masks and medical supplies from the nearest Red Cross. Victoria..." She turns to focus her gaze on her Chief-of-Staff, scribbling away Tamsin's orders. "I don't care what we have to do. Get us more people here." Victoria nods, stepping away to make a few phone calls. For a moment, she's silent and then she's pushing past Buck towards a large piece of rubble, crouching down to grasp something within her grasp.

"Madam President...." Fred says in protest. The Sarin Gas might have dissipated but they do not know what lies beneath the rubble. From beneath a stone, she pulls a shred of the flag, clutching it tightly within a gloved hand as her jaw sets.

"I promise." She says, moving back towards Buck. "Whatever you need. I will get you. But first....do you have a megaphone I can borrow?"

The realization that those two specific bags held what was left of the leader and second in command of the free world, was like a punch to the gut. It was like losing Bobby on a grander scale. Who was in charge now? What if there was no one left to take the reins? Episcopalians didn't typically cross themselves, but it felt appropriate to offer that quick gesture of respect. He quickly swiped his eyes dry, then stared in confusion at the black-suited man making his way over to join this woman--whose name, he suddenly realized, he didn't yet know.

He nodded his thanks as she responded that she would requisition what they needed, turning briefly to another, rather harried-looking woman who had materialized near her and proceeded to scribble down her words like the most frantic waitress he'd ever seen. Buck quickly provided masks to these newcomers; while the Sarin had mainly dissipated there was still dust and smoke and various particulates in the air that one didn't want to breathe.

Then, the woman went silent, before brushing past him with her eyes fixed on the ground. He turned to follow her, praying she hadn't discovered a body or part of one, when the man's cry of 'Madam President!' mentally brings him up short, his question suddenly answered. She was in charge now. As she turned back to him again he finally saw what had caught her attention, and his heart clenched anew. She'd pulled a shred of the American flag from the rubble, torn and dusty but its colors still bold. It reminded him of that news footage he'd seen on that terrible September day when he was nine--Old Glory, waving amidst the smoke from the aerial of a firetruck, battered but still proud. The United States, battered but unbroken. He nodded to her words, swiping his eyes dry.

"Of course, Madam President. Um, let me grab..."

Trailing off her turned back to the little canopy from which he was acting as IC. A box beneath the table contained several megaphones, used to coordinate the rescue and recovery efforts from afar. He brought it to her almost reverently.

"I wish this was better circumstances, but it's still an honor."

"I need an update on the situation. What sort of assistance can I provide?" The smoke in the air is irritating her lungs but what sort of leader would she be if she wasn't here? At the sight of the attack? Leaning on her cane (her knee was acting up ever since the attack), she adjusts her posture.

It was no wonder that firehouses and police stations had sent teams from all around the country. The D.C. emergency response team was overwhelmed.

"What do you need most?"

It honestly felt like a dream to be standing here, and not a good one.

Buck's transfer from the 118 to the 133 had been meant to be temporary, to give him room to breathe and the whole crew to readjust to the loss of their captain, friend and father-figure. Captain Mehta was no Bobby, but he was kind and capable.

He'd also had a massive heart attack shortly after arriving on scene in D.C, which left Buck standing in his place as Incident Commander and feeling totally out of his depth. He was doing his best to channel Bobby. What would Captain Nash say, what would he do? There were currently dueling priorities, for the fire crews: beat back the flames and rescue any survivors. Not many had currently been found; it appeared the attack had directly targeted Congress, during the State of the Union address no less. All senators, representatives, the President and Vice President and Speaker were either unaccounted for, or occupying black plastic bags in the makeshift morgue.

The woman's voice startled him; turning to her, he realized she seemed oddly familiar but he couldn't place why. She was older, fifty-something perhaps, and smartly-dressed. Not a first responder, then. Maybe a staffer of some kind? She spoke with a authoritative calm that suggested this wasn't the first mass casualty event she'd been in the middle of. Buck mentally took stock before passing her a respirator mask and answering her.

"More hands would be the main thing, more people to search and to hold hoses, we've got cops holding the perimeter but civilians are going to start trying to break perimeter to find their loved ones. It would be... reassuring to the public, I think, to know that the President or at least VP were safely at the helm. We're low on masks, medical supplies, and ambulances. Every ER in a ten-mile radius is on standby, I haven't had reports of any yet being overrun thankfully. We've got pilots life-flighting the most serious injuries into Maryland, we've coordinated with their governor for free use of their airspace and cooperation from their hospitals. Suppression-wise...if hydrants start to fail, do you think pumping from the Potomac could be an option? We can hose-relay with local stations to ensure continuity."

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REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

“Why was Buck ever with Tommy? He’s so old and ugly!” Well shockingly, 33 year old bisexual Evan Buckley finds certain things attractive that a 23 year old lesbian would not. Like men. Men in their forties even.

Buck + Blaze aka Bingo 🐶

I know we didn't have much time together, but I will never forget you. You don't go running off on your people anymore, okay? 'Cause... you have no idea how hard it is on them.

9-1-1 – 8.09: Sob Stories

The thing is like. Even if you take Buck completely out of the equation Eddie's actions and decisions throughout season 7&8 were so shitty. A lot of fans seem to think of this as a "Team Eddie vs Team Buck" discourse or even a "Buddie vs Bucktommy" discourse, but tbh this isn't really about Buck at all.

Eddie started seeing Kim without telling her his true intentions. She probably thought she was just going on dates with this hot firefighter and didn't know her crush was already in a relationship or only interested in her because she looked like his dead wife.

While that was going on he also basically cheated on his girlfriend at the time. Eddie may not have had any romantic feelings for Kim (which I sort of doubt tbh due to the Shannon of it all), but he still met up with a woman and took her on date-like outings (romantic dinners and boat rides) and lied to Marisol about where he was going, who he was meeting and why.

Even when he finally came clean about the whole story to Kim he brought her into his house where there was a chance Kim and Christopher might run into each other - which they did eventually.

Then the whole mess with Chris leaving happened. Now, I personally wouldn't have let Chris leave in the first place, at least not to a city that's 800 miles away. Eddie's parents are retired, they could've stayed in LA (even in Eddie's house while Eddie crashes with Buck or Pepa) for a while. Or Chris could've stayed with Pepa or Buck.

But okay, I'm not Eddie, Eddie isn't me, he did let Chris go to Texas. I would've acted differently, but I'm also not judging this decision. Why didn't he go get Christopher after a few weeks though? Like, not to be insensitive, but what happened between Kim and Chris wasn't a huge new trauma, it more reactivated an old one. He came home and saw a woman who looked just like his mother in his living room. Of course that brought back old memories and old pain. But dare I say that also would've happened had they run into Kim at her shop? It was pure coincidence that only Eddie spotted her that day. It was still reckless of Eddie to risk bringing her around the house, but he probably could've cleared the whole thing up with Christopher a lot sooner had he just talked to him. Teenagers can be stubborn pricks, but sometimes having uncomfortable conversations with your child that they don't want to have is part of being a parent. It is still your duty to sit them down and tell them the things they need to know about the world and about life. Sometimes you need to apologise even when the other person isn't ready to accept the apology. In that situation Chris needed to know that Kim was just a friend Eddie met by accident, that the reason Eddie befriended her in the first place was because he also misses Shannon and that he's sorry he hurt Christopher.

Instead Eddie neglected his parenting duties for months, at least half a year. And I use the word neglect here on purpose. Eddie let his parents take Chris away, he let Christopher isolate himself from everything in LA, he took Chris out of his old school that they jumped through all kinds of bureaucratic hoops to get him into, he didn't visit his child for months and months (Bobby would've given him time off immediately had he asked and Chris is only 13, Eddie at least should've visited and tried to talk to his son in person at some point before the 6 months mark). Eddie is the grown-up, Eddie is the parent and he should've put his big boy pants on by the end of summer break at the very latest, gone to Texas, sat Christopher down, had an open conversation and taken that boy home in time for the new school year.

Eddie did not do that. Maybe because he was scared that he'd screw up again or that this wasn't fixable, maybe because he felt too guilty to see Chris in person yet, maybe because the thing with Kim rattled him so much he himself hadn't recovered by the end of summer. In which case he at the very least should've gone back to therapy. If you feel so scared or guilty or overwhelmed that you can't even vistit your child and have a conversation with him, then go to fucking therapy. Eddie didn't do that either. He just grew a mustache. I'm sure that helped.

Anyway. Eventually Eddie did decide to go get his son back. Several months too late imo, but ok, good for him. Why the fuck did Eddie buy a house in Texas for that? Does El Paso not have rentals? Was there no way he could've lived with a relative (like Isabel) while doing apartment hunting? He went there to get his son back, right? Eddie's best case scenario was to got to Texas, fix things with Christopher and then both of them go back to LA, right? That's why Buck didn't take over the lease entirely he just sublet, right? So why buy the murder shack? That's incredibly financially irresponsible for someone who had only just been scraping by in LA and expected to take back in his special needs kid soon. It's also not logical at all? Why buy a house in a city you're not sure you'll live in for more than a month or two? And tbh? Helena was not entirely wrong to worry about that house being safe for Christopher. Didn't the cupboard basically fall on Eddie when he tried to open it? Yes, Eddie did a lot of repairs around that house, but if I was Helena and if I had raised that kid for the past six months I also would've been protective.

Before he even moved to El Paso though Eddie tried to keep the move a secret from his colleagues. Again, why? Bobby was already Captain again, it's not like he would've kicked Eddie out of the 118 before he actually had a moving date. What did Eddie think was going to happen if he gave his colleagues a heads up about leaving the team soon(ish)? If I remember correctly he tried to keep it a secret right up until the last second. Does the LAFD not have rules about handing in your notice? Does Eddie not care that if he leaves suddenly from one day to the next Bobby will have to scrape by with a) an understaffed team, b) a temp that won't stick around or c) a permanent new member who he had to pick quickly without having time to consider more candidates? Does Eddie not think the 118 might need a bit of a warning before they're suddenly one team member short? That's kind of a dick move, but what makes it worse is that they're not just colleagues, they're supposed to be friends, family even. And he just. Doesn't tell them he is moving to Texas in two weeks? Wtf.

Anyway, he then arrives in El Paso and fair enough, he should get settled before he dives into the deep end. But even after weeks he still doesn't talk to Christopher about what happened. Instead he gets pissed that his parents got used to parenting Christopher in the 6 months when he didn't take care of his own kid. He could've had a calm conversation with his parents about how he is thankful for all they've done (and they have done a lot for Eddie and Chris here, beginning with getting on a plane in the middle of the night to fly halfway across the country because their grandson called them for help and ending with raising Chris for half a year because Eddie refused to get his ass to Texas sooner than that) and about how he understands that they got used to this new dynamic, but that he is still Christopher's father, that he has the last say when it comes to parenting decisions and that they have to keep him in the loop and include him more now that he's in Texas too.

Instead he stays completely quiet, lets his mom walk all over him without challenging her at all, then he follows his father to a chess tournament, leaves him there and blows up at his mom because Chris lied to her about liking chess. Yes, she pressured Christopher too much, but she really thought she was supporting Chris' talent and hobby here. This should've been a calm conversation between all three adults and maybe Christopher as well, not a pseudo-self-righteous revenge plot where Eddie got to play victim yet again. If you have a problem with a person you tell them calmly and figure out a solution, you don't hide that you have an issue with them, bottle it up, yell at them and don't even let them say their piece.

At the end of the season he decides on a whim to move back to LA, uprooting Christopher yet again and leaving behind a half renovated, half dump of a place that he owns now. We don't even know if he asked Christopher about moving back.

Did Eddie at any point think about anything or anyone except what he himself wanted or needed? He definitely didn't think about Marisol's feelings when he cheated on her. He didn't think about Kim's feelings when he led her on. He didn't think about fixing things with Christopher until he got scared he might lose Chris forever, it wasn't about Chris needing a dad or Chris needing to talk about his feelings or Chris seeming unhappy in Texas, it was all about Eddie. He didn't think about Bobby getting into trouble if Eddie up and left basically over night. He didn't seem at all thankful to his parents after they really stepped up for him and Chris (maybe they aren't perfect, but they did Eddie a huge favour and Christopher was mostly happy in El Paso). None of that had anything to do with Buck, it's just who Eddie is and of course that is also reflected in their friendship.

Up until season 6 it was less noticeable because the show was better at making Eddie seem relatable, but recently Eddie has been extremely self-centered and it's almost funny how Eddie keeps calling Buck out for exactly that even though it's Eddie who has been acting like this the entire time.

Eddie lands himself in jail? He gets angry at Buck for not being there to help him. Shannon wants to go to LA to take care of her dying mother? How can she even suggest that. Bobby won't let him back on the job because he doesn't seem ready? He yells at Bobby about killing his children. Eddie feels like a stranger in his son's life because he actually hasn't been in Chris' life for 6 months? Blame the Diaz parents.

Everything has to go according to Eddie's plan and when others don't play along then they're being selfish.

buck and eddie started out on unequal footing. they might be roughly the same age, but eddie is a single dad and a combat vet. he's an Adult (tm), whereas buck is a barely recovering fuckboy.

buck never took eddie off that pedestal, still going on about his military experience and what a great dad he is seven seasons after they met, but the truth is buck grew and eddie stagnated. buck made mistakes in romance and friendships that he learned from, while eddie continued to throw a grenade and run in the other direction. yet when there's a conflict, eddie behaves as though he's the adult and buck is just a child.

and buck lets him.