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hi i'm sarah 👋🏻 30s, she/her, east coast canadian

i am queer, polyamorous, neurodivergent, and sex positive, and regularly post about things that are 18+, please do not interact with me if you're a minor!

currently tagging all posts containing spoilers, bts content, interviews, etc relating to 911 season 8 with #911 spoilers for pre-episode content (for 1 week after episodes air) and #911 s8 for general s8 information. spec will be tagged both #911 spoilers and #911 spec.

911 and bucktommy brain rot has taken over my brain and is going strong, but i also love eddie and buddie and will not tolerate any hate towards them :) i have been an unrepentant multishipper my whole life and have no intention of stopping now.

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@exhaustedpirate and i were talking about tommy yesterday and then this happened. enjoy, i guess :]

"Tommy, I do like you, you should know that.” Hen says, holding the cup of coffee in her hand, watching over to where Karen and Buck are playing with the kids. She can feel the way his body is tense next to her, and it reminds her of a younger Tommy a long, long time ago.

The tension never really left him, back then. Hen always attributed it to something else.

“I just never thought you liked me all that much,” she adds, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

His shoulders fall, but the tension remains.

"Hen, I…” his voice is quiet, soft in the way it wasn't back then. “I admired you from the second you walked into the firehouse. I just. God, I was so jealous, too.”

Hen can't help the scoff that builds in her throat at the words. “You. Were jealous of me?” She says it like it's crazy, because it is. She was the dirt beneath their feet under Gerrard, she would have gladly changed with anyone. She was in no position to be jealous of. It's absurd, is what it is.

“You came into the firehouse and you stood your ground. You never pretended to be anyone else other than yourself. And we treated you like shit for it, I know. Believe me, I do.” There's a pause there that feels significant, so Hen doesn't interrupt.

“I know you can't exactly hide it. But you could've made yourself smaller. Changed. And you didn't. You… god, Hen, you were so loud about who you were. Unapologetic and with both feet on the ground, immovable. Solid.”

Hen turns to look at him, wondering where this is all coming from. He's fidgeting with the mug in his hands, eyes trained on Buck in the other room.

“And every day I saw you,” his voice is even quieter now, “I thought: please stop being so loud. Stop showing me what I should be, because I can't. I hated that I couldn't be like you. I hated that I hid, that I was so terrified. I wasn't uncomfortable with you for any of the reasons everyone thought I was. I was uncomfortable because it's like someone gave me a mirror and said: look, this is who you would be if you were better, if you weren't such a coward. And I never learned how to deal with that while I was at the 118.”

There's a thousand conflicting emotions in her heart, but Hen knocks their shoulders together anyway.

"That's why you transferred?” She asks, because she has a hunch about it. "So you could be better?”

“Yeah,” he admits, leaning against her shoulder with his own, “I had a really good teacher, you know.”

Picture it: the ending scene of an episode. Buck finally calls Tommy. It goes to voicemail. Buck unburdens himself to Tommy’s voicemail inbox, kinda like how he wrote Abby a letter in Stuck, and it’s really nice and really sad, and he’s wishing Tommy only good things, it’s playing like an old school episode ending voiceover, and we’re of course suffering because it’s so joever.

But as Buck is winding down, the scene flips to a cracked phone and the sound of alarms start fading in, and the camera pulls out and we see Tommy unconscious and bleeding, held in by his harness, and the camera pulls out again and the helicopter’s like fucking upside down pinned in a narrow ravine. End, everybody screams.

Is anyone else really frustrated at the leaks lately?

I just feel like they’re really bad lately, I’ve heard the behavior of someone filming wasn’t great, and it’s also really spoiling some big moments lately. The hug scene between Buck and Eddie, the new one that I won’t mention further but that we have WAY too much leaked footage of.

I’m sure we had leaks before but this season it feels really bad.

I’m not upset seeing Lou at all, but everything else is just pointless. We’re not even getting this episode for like, a month.

My "Six weeks until we hear from our good friend Jonathan Harker" post went somewhat viral.

I've had several folks in my ask box and in replies inquire how they can be part of the "experience the novel DRACULA in real time" phenomenon this year.

So here's one of the replies I just sent.

There's two ways to follow along.

If you want to read along, you can subscribe to the Substack and get the entries in your email. https://draculadaily.substack.com/

If you want to listen to the ABSOLUTELY BANGER full cast audio drama [with transcripts], you can access it with your favorite listening platform via https://redracula.live/.

You can also get lots of thoughtful analysis and fanart by tracking the Tumblr tags #dracula daily and #re: dracula.

Hope this helps!

Disclaimer: I am not affilated with either DRACULA DAILY or with Re: Dracula. I'm just a humble bookseller, just another fan, enjoying this annual Tumblr tradition.

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