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Thebes, City of the Living, crown jewel of Pharaoh Seti the First. Home of Imhotep, Pharaoh’s high priest, keeper of the dead. Birthplace of Anck Su Namun, Pharaoh’s mistress. No other man was allowed to touch her. But for their love, they were willing to risk life itself.
The Mummy / Dir. Stephen Sommers
Proud of all the pieces I made for my tattoo artist Eddie fic a strong hand and a sound mind. Thank you everyone who's read, kudos'ed, and commented, it made this week better!
wait for me to come home 🧡
hurts so bad when you finally know
8x14 coda (eddie's version | chimney's version)
Buck doesn’t pick up.
Which is—
It’s not anything, Eddie tells himself. Buck is at work. They probably just got called out, and Buck can’t pick up because he’s busy hauling a hose line or keeping someone’s blood inside of their body. He’ll call back when they’re back in the engine, or maybe when he’s back at the station and has some privacy.
And besides, it’s not like Eddie has anything urgent to tell him. He can wait. It’ll be fine.
He drums his fingers all through the next passenger, has one star docked off his rating for it. Driver seemed distracted, the comment says. The atmosphere was kind of tense.
Which is ridiculous, because he’s not tense. He’s—normal. Just a normal guy waiting for his—waiting for a friend to return a call. Like people normally do.
He tries Buck again, gets his voicemail again. The message is so familiar he can mouth along with it, word for word, and usually the smile in Buck’s voice coaxes a matching smile out of him, but not today.
Which is ridiculous, he tells himself again. There’s nothing to distinguish today from any other day.
But it doesn’t make the tension go away.
Buck doesn’t call back during his next passenger, or the one after that. Eddie tries to call again, and at this point he’s not surprised when he gets voicemail again.
Doesn’t necessarily mean anything, he tries to rationalise, but he doesn’t believe it anymore.
If he ever had.
It’s been hours. Buck should have called back by now. Texted, at least, a quick note to say he’s on a call. The fact that he hasn’t means—
Eddie doesn’t want to think about what it means.
He clocks out on the rideshare app and turns towards home. It’s about to hit rush hour and he should really keep driving for a couple of hours more, but he’s not—he can’t—
It’s been hours since he’s heard from Buck, and he can’t—
The TV is on when he lets himself into the house, Christopher parked frozen in front of it. “What’s goi—” Eddie starts to ask, and trails off as his eyes focus on the screen.
On the chyron: LOS ANGELES FIREFIGHTERS TRAPPED INSIDE BIOHAZARD FACILITY.
On the engines parked outside the building, bright red against the pavement, the number 118 clearly emblazoned across them.
Oh.
“Is—” he starts to ask, and the word comes out as a croak, the rest of them stuck somewhere in his throat. He doesn’t even know what he was going to ask, doesn’t know if Christopher would have answers, doesn’t know if he even wants the answers. If it would be better to teeter on the edge of the chasm forever than to fall into it.
But the decision isn’t his to make. The television cuts back to a reporter clutching a microphone, her expression grim. “We’ve just received word that at least one of the firefighters trapped inside the facility has contracted a deadly viral disease. At least one firefighter is known to be otherwise injured. Authorities remain tight-lipped, but we’ll bring you more information as soon as we get it. There is no word yet on when—or if—these firefighters can be extricated.”
Oh.
Eddie’s heart drops into his stomach, falls out the bottom and keeps going. Buck is—Buck might be—
Buck could be dead. Buck could be dying at this very moment, and Eddie is—
Eddie is eight hundred miles away, gripping the back of the sofa like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.
Buck could be dead, and all Eddie wants to do is pick up the phone and call him, pray that this time, by some miracle, he actually answers. All he wants is to see Buck, to hear his voice, to tell him—
Oh.
Eddie’s knees buckle.
Oh.
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less grumpy/sunshine, more ‘guy who only seems depressed because of circumstance but is actually a former championship ballroom dancer and likes to plan silly little schemes and hijinks’/‘guy who looks happy-go-lucky on the surface but is actually a tangled up mess of bad vibes, bug facts, and banana bread recipes’
it’s just that the first time we see maddie and chimney together, he’s helping her install security cameras around her home. he’s helping to make home feel safe. and they don’t even know that one day, he’s going to be the home she feels safe with. it’s been them since day one. they make me so emotional ah.
only 83 days until tog2 can you believe it
well you shouldn't because it's actually 112 days I googled "how many days until June 2nd" instead of July whoopsie
NOW it's only 83 days until tog2 can you believe it
Oliver just posted a new story featuring Anirudh ✨
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕!
make a move dingus
if you're still taking setting prompts - 46 💛
the back of a taxi stuck in traffic
"Where are you?" It's Buck's voice in Eddie's ear, crackly from poor signal and thready with...something like panic?
Eddie feels an answering anxiety stir in his stomach, because—Buck doesn't know, right? He can't know. Eddie shoots Christopher a look, and Christopher looks back at him, eyebrows raised. When he mouths Buck, Chris's eyes widen and he makes a cutting motion with his hand across his neck, like Eddie needs to be told not to blab.
"What do you mean, where am I?" Eddie asks. He cranes his neck to look out the front window of the Uber—a Prius, as luck would have it—but the traffic still stretches interminably ahead of them, cars inching forward at the customary crawl. Eddie almost picked the 5 am flight for exactly this reason—so they could avoid rush hour—but he's pretty sure waking a teenager up before dawn is against the Geneva Conventions, so. Here they are. Stuck in traffic. The anticipation of surprising Buck fizzing under his skin, making him jittery.
But now Buck has called him, is asking where he is. Does he know? How can he know?
"I'm, uh." Buck pauses, clears his throat. "I'm at your house," he says.
"I know that, Buck," Eddie says slowly.
"No, I mean. I'm at your house. In Texas. Right now." Each word drops like an ice cube into Eddie's stomach. "But you weren't answering the door, and—and I looked in the front window and there's no furniture here?"
a whole month of work went into this so i hope you like it🥹
everyone appreciate the fun and whimsicalness of hen wilson right now. if you just get stabbed, all you need is a banner. she has commandeered construction vehicles more than once. her son showed an interest in baseball (average american sport) her mom senses went immediately haywire and assumed something was up. she was in fact right. a woman she didn’t know took a seat at her table (she thought she was waiting for her best friend) started rambling and she let it happen since the woman was hot and bossy. the woman would eventually become her wife. had one-sided beef with the guy that took over her best friend’s spot on the team but he turned out to be a serial killer so her instincts never fail apparently. she was the sexiest tinman for halloween. started the helicopter mission with team ‘who cares’. actually did another helicopter mission in the lone star crossover. once broke into a junkyard (and her captain’s office) with and for her best friend. she is everything.
hate J K Rowling button. love asexuals button.
love trans people button!! we in this shit together!
we can shit together too. we’ve always been safer going to the bathroom in groups
Just in time for Valentine’s Day... 💔
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