#it's about the invisible! string!

[sophsun1]

+ bonus:

#something, something about how Tommy was initially present when Bobby first started to make the 118 into a family but he wasn't able to fully experience it. How Buck took his place and was awarded that chance and thrived. And how many years later he's still longing for that family connection so the universe gave him a second chance by sending him, Evan.

911 – 2.16: Bobby Begins Again | 7.04: Buck, Bothered and Bewildered

[triptoyourshore]

the thing that gets me about people being like “she was forcing the connections in invisible string” is that the whole song isn’t solely about them being in the same place at different times or all the different times they could’ve met but didn’t. its about “you were living your life, doing these things, while at the same time i was living my life and doing these other things and we had no idea each other even existed.” that’s literally the whole point. she wasn’t saying “omg i used to sit on green grass and read and you used to wear a teal shirt at your job and teal and green are almost the same color omg connected” it’s just “isnt it crazy that we’ve been living on this earth all this time never knowing each other and having no idea we’d one day come into each others lives?” like im sorry i know yall dont like joe anymore but have you guys really never had the thought, while cleaning your room or making dinner, that your soulmate exists and is doing something right now, too, and that one day you’ll sit and compare the timelines of your lives with each other? like thats the whole point of the song!! not we had all of these crazy almost run ins. that’s what makes it so pretty to think!!! that they were always connected through every insignificant moment of their lives and all those little insignificant moments are essentially what led them to each other.

[mintedwitcher]

talk to me about the bucktommy invisible string theory, if you please 🎤

Okay hear me out. Without Tommy? Buck would not be where he is now, and so much of the 118 falls apart without him:

Tommy starts at the 118 closeted and desperate to hide it so he follows along with the boys club

Howie arrives and starts chipping away at that by trying to become actual friends with his team mates

Tommy only decides to open up after Howie stuck his neck out to save Tommy's life from that retail explosion. This is the start of his separation from the boys club mentality

Hen joins the 118 and Tommy sees how quickly Gerrard shits on her (his look when Gerrard calls Hen the "latest diversity hire" is almost sheer disgust, hidden fairly quickly) despite Hen proving that she is just as smart and capable as anyone else on the job

Hen's "I see you" speech is his catalyst; he files complaints against Captain Gerrard, contributing to Gerrard being fired and Bobby being instated as captain

The boys club is almost done with anyway, but Tommy's done playing with that mindset. He befriends Hen and Howie.

He is personally present to witness the shift in dynamic happening once again when Bobby instates family dinners as a 118 tradition

When he eventually leaves to join Harbour, he leaves a gap in the 118 A-shift to be filled by none other than Evan Buckley, probie.

If Chim hadn't saved Tommy's life: Tommy wouldn't have started to pull back from the boys club, or really understood the issues with Gerrard's captaincy.

If Tommy hadn't reported Gerrard: Bobby wouldn't have become captain.

If Tommy had stayed at the 118: there'd be no room for Buck.

If Tommy hadn't befriended Hen and Chim: Buck never would've met Tommy.

Tommy Kinard is the linchpin holding it all in place. If just one single decision had been changed, everything would be different. Buck is where he is, with the family he's found, because of Tommy Kinard. And he can't see it. Tommy can't see the bigger picture, the opportunities he created with his seemingly small actions. And Buck is exactly the same way.

Their paths were always meant to cross. They were always meant to know each other, to fall in love. Because without even knowing it, Tommy has always been making a space for Evan. And just like with their first date, it turns out that Tommy stepping away is exactly what Buck needed in order to step forward.

I guess if you really want to go in on the metaphor: Buck's been following the pull of this invisible string for a long time, following Tommy from such a distance that he can't see the other end of the string yet, can't see who he's following. He just knows he's searching for something. For someone. And then the pull slacked once Buck got to the 118. The tether relaxed when they both stood still, when they both found the right places to wait. And one act of loyalty and courage from a friend years ago echoed along the string to pull them closer together, until they were standing in the same place.

By a helicopter on an airfield, preparing to fly out into literally unknown waters, the string pulled them in tight and said: "There he is. He's what you've been looking for, what youve been waiting for. Go get him."

Or something like that.

[beargyufairy]

Fresh out the slammer

I know who my first call will be to

This is canon btw

[xofemeraldstars]

lou who was originally only supposed to be in hen begins but then got called in for 2 more eps 🤝 lou initially signing on for a 4 episodes arc for bi buck and then being written in in 2 more episodes cementing him to come back for s8

[luna-loveboop]

I really wanted Time to meet Fi. So here's Time and Fi :)

Most of this is typed up, but you can probably tell what the parts I wrote say. It's just tiny dhdbfhdbbdfhdbdhd

So the context here is like. Wild and Sky got determined to wake Fi up. She popped out of the sword and went straight to Time because she's offended he doesn't like the master sword, creating the weirdest dynamic ever

I honestly think Time would be somewhat scared of Fi. He doesn't like the master sword and views it as a curse because of what happened to him. And she IS the master sword, which he does. not. like. And then she calls them all master and spouts statistics. what.

Fi on the other hand is the literal embodiment of the master sword, and is not instantly likeable (Sky glaring at her when they first met kills me dhxbdhcbdf). But she learned some about emotions with Sky and I think she'd win Time over. Help him see the sword in a different light, overcome his trauma, etc. plus I think he'd like her practicality, and how she spoke to Zelda to help Wild in botw.

Also the whole idea of a 'curse reveal' story would be out the window if Fi is there, because Sky would be able to keep zero secrets with his goddess-made-designated-storytelling-blabbermouth there. anyways.

-><- yeah I uhh wanted Time to meet Fi. Their interactions and dynamic would be so cool. I think they'd get along well.. eventually.

:)

[mirrorball-leclerc]

just realized it took oscar 35 races to get his maiden win and it took charles 34.

[whathappeninglestappen]

I cannot express how much I think about this stat 🐐

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All along there was some invisible string tying you to me // Lovers spend years denying what’s ill-fated // We were blind to unforeseen circumstances

Remember looking at this room? We loved it ‘cause of the light // Resentment rotting away galaxies we created // I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned // Stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan // Years of labor, locks and ceilings in the shade of how he was feeling

We thought a cure would come through in time // Tried wishing on comets // But even statues crumble if they're made to wait, I'm so afraid I sealed my fate

I miss you, but I miss sparkling // Tried dimming the shine // Just how low did you think I’d go before I’d self-implode, before I’d have to go be free?

In the ocean separating us, remember how I'd fly to you? // Tried to orbit his planet // I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

Are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? // Some stars never align // Northbound I got carried away as you boarded your train south

You know that I’d give you my wild, give you a child // And in one conversation, I tore down the whole sky // You say that I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it

[rotthepoet]

Invisible String Theory (Anon!Slytherin Boy x Reader)

Chapter 4

warnings; NSFW, Stalking behavior, violence and self-inflicted injury(punching a wall), dumbification for like three sentences, some boys beef, reader has a panic attack, like kinda cliffhanger?

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To Whom It May Concern,

Please leave me alone. 

Regards.

The folded letter sits on the mantle of the Slytherin common room fireplace. It taunts me. The soft, orange flicker casts long shadows over the room. Like a kid expecting Saint Nick, I wait. Patiently. Even as my eyes drift shut, exhaustion claiming my body, I prevail. Just a glimpse. Just a moment of eye contact. To know, to see, to end. A yawn racks through my body, and I stretch my arms above my head, my back popping.

Pinned.

A shrill shriek escapes me when a strong grip pins my wrists together above my head, and as soon as the scream leaves my lips, I’m released. Panic surges through my body, goosebumps plaguing my skin with a cold shiver, I stand suddenly and whip around to find–

Theodore.

It’s just Theo.

He has a sheepish look on his face, and he moves around the couch to gently lead me back to sitting, settling in beside me. He watches me lean back against the overstuffed cushions, releasing a deep sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was going to be funny.”

“No, no, it was. I’m just on edge,” I assured him, and shut my eyes, just for a moment.

Nott rests a hand on my knee, a friendly gesture, as he starts to rub small, comforting circles on the skin. “It isn’t helpful to stay up and wait for… It. Let’s get you in bed,” He whispers, and I shake my head.

“Just a bit longer, it’s the principle of the matter,” I explain, sighing and opening my eyes again. My eyes lazily scan the common room, abnormally empty, which makes me wonder about the time. Theodore sighs beside me and clicks his tongue. He shakes his head at me and suddenly, his arms wrap underneath my knees and around my back, and I yelp as I’m lifted off the couch. I wrap my arms around Theodore for the safety of my life, kicking my legs in protest.

“Let’s get you to bed–”

“Am I interupting?”

Nott and I’s head both snap towards the sound of a new voice, and a tall body stands in the shadows. Theo’s grip tightens on me, and I can’t help but squeak as his fingers dig into the soft skin of my thighs. The figure steps forward, his hands in his pockets, built like an athlete with wide, strong shoulders. Silver light passes through the Black Lake into our windows, casting an otherworldly glow across his face, and onyx eyes meet mine. 

“Riddle, you scared me,” I let out a shaky breath, slowly dropping my leg to the floor despite Theodore’s best effort to hold onto me. Speaking of which, he looks particularly upset. Maybe he doesn’t like being scared as much as he likes to scare people. “Anyone else planning on jumping out tonight? So far, I have two-for-two,” I try to laugh, but it falls silent as I notice the electric glare between the two. Another spat, I assumed, nothing surprising despite their tight-knit friendship. 

“You aren’t writing back to him, right?” Mattheo asks me, glancing at the envelope on the mantelpiece. Sheepishly, I look away and rub my goosebump covered arm. “It isn’t really writing back to him if I’m asking him to leave me alone–” “Asking?” “Telling. Telling him to leave me alone.”

Theodore scoffs and his hand finds the small of my back. “Let’s go, it’s too late for this,” He suggests, but with the way he gently leads me away from Riddle leaves no room for argument. I cast a glance over my shoulder and mouth a good night, not wanting to further upset whatever Theodore is brooding over. 

“You shouldn’t talk to him anymore,” Theodore mutters, leading me to my dorm room.

“What?” I ask, brows furrowing at his comment, “Look, whatever petty little fight you two are having will blow over,” 

“Not this time,”

“You say that every time, Theo!” I groan in exasperation, “You can’t just tell me who to hang out with just because you’re mad at them!”

Nott grunts in frustration and drops his arm from my back, stopping in his tracks. “Fine. Since, you want to be stupid-”

“Stupid?”

“Did I stutter?” He snaps, and my stomach churns suddenly at his tone, “Since you want to be so stupid, you can figure this all out on your own. No, actually. Go to Riddle. See how far that gets you.” He practically snarls at me, his once welcoming eyes now an angry rapid waiting to drown me beneath its waters. His gaze is suffocating. Angry.

“Fine,” I snap right back at him, but my voice is more confident than I feel, “He’ll be more helpful than you!” 

A sickening crack. That’s all I heard as Nott slams his fist against the stone wall, and a gasp leaves my lips in pure shock. Loose rock crumbles to the floor, skidding across the dungeon floor.

Theodore grips his first, his chest heaving with labored breaths, and blood drips from his balled fist to the floor. Before I can say anything, he turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving me alone outside my door.

Anxiety and anger seep into my stomach, and my brows knit with frustration. I push open my door, scanning my room, and my stomach drops when I find a bouquet of fresh red roses laying atop a heart shaped box of what could only be chocolates. I turn on my heel, but Theo’s name gets caught on my lips as I try to call for him, and suddenly, I feel very, very unwell.

Shit.

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I sat next to Mattheo at breakfast out of spite. Maybe it’s petty, but as Mattheo rests his elbow comically against my shoulder, Theodore glares at us from across the table. Draco continues talking at Theodore, unaware of his complete lack of focus on the subject at hand. I make eye contact with him for a moment, just a moment, and it sends a cold chill down my spine.

My eye drifts down to Theo's wrapped fist and wrist, his fingers tapping rapidly on the wood of the table. His stormy eyes never leave me even as I turn my gaze away, Parkinson catching my attention with a call of my name. 

“You got mail,” Pansy hummed, passing out each morning parcel. My anxiety creeps back up my neck, and I swear I feel Theodore still staring at me as I carefully tear open a crisp envelope. My hands shake as I slowly pull the nauseatingly familiar paper out, now stained with a deep crimson, and I hold my breath as I open it.

~

To Whom It May Concern, My Darling Future Husband,

Please leave me alone. I’m so sorry for being an insufferable brat recently. I really miss you, and I love you.

Regards. Yours, even if I need my attitude fixed.

I want that written word for word in your next response, or I promise you won’t like what I do to you. This is your last warning.

Yours.

P.s. You aren’t thinking about taking this to the headmaster, are you? It wouldn’t work out for you, love. Don’t be stupid. I hate when you don’t use that clever little brain of yours. Although, I wonder what you would look like fucked dumb.

~

A sob catches in my throat and fear courses through my body. The letter itself reeks, metalic, copper. I curl over in place, feeling my heartbeat quicken exponentially as I wrap my arms around my own stomach. A wave of nausea washes over me like a tsunami, and tears fall from my eyes as they squeeze shut. 

The outside world drowns away, any commotion muffled into a distant buzz as my ears start to ring. I’m hyper aware of the hand placed on my back, and beyond the buzz I can almost make out the voices of the friends surrounding me. 

Hey.

My brain feels fuzzy, and it flickers from one worst case scenario to the other. Pins prick at my skin painfully, making tears fall harder from my eyes.

Hey. 

I try to steady my breathing, but I can’t help but gasp for air.

Hey.

Hey, Hey, Hey, Look at me, Look at me.

I don’t look though, I can’t look. My body feels too light as my thoughts drift away, and the last thing I feel is strong arms catching me as I fall over. 

[daisysmalia]

So Tim shared a link to this video on Facebook last night;

[southbedfordstreet]

:)

[kinard-evan]

😣😣

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo and max verstappen, 2024 vs. 2016

[alchemistc]

Every time Buck tries to hook up with a guy he finds out that they know Tommy. Every time. After three months he prefaces every flirty interaction with "this has kind of become a weird thing so I'm just gonna start us out with Have You Ever Slept With This Man?" and pulls up a photo.

[bi-chimneyy]

okay so during "buck, actually", maddie and chimney sing karaoke of "islands in the stream" - the next time jlh sings that song it's during maddie and chimney's wedding and then buck and tommy's kiss - madney and bucktommy are so connected I swear