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I 28F, have had issues with my friend 25F for a while now, although mostly one sided. I met this friend during my masters degree and we have been friends for two years now. Context I lost my dad at 15 and I had a wonderful relationship with him. My parents divorced at 8 years old and I knew my stepdad a long time before he and my mom got married. I have now knew my stepdad longer than my dad knew me. This man said to my dad on his death bed that he would take care of me and my siblings. My stepdad has been my second dad and I just lost him in February. My friend was there for me as much as she could’ve been since my stepdad passed in another state and had to be transported to another while she was on a trip to her family that was planned in advance. This might be a bit jumbled but for some context, I visited this friend during the winter holidays and she was negative almost the whole time I was there, more about circumstances in her life so I tried not to take it personally, but she and my other friend who are both more conservative basically forced me to explain my opinion on trans people during dinner, when I just wanted to have a good time and they kept pushing until I gave my side I usually listen and only input my thoughts if can coherently explain myself, I usually get too emotional ( I support trans people and they basically don’t). This friendship with this girl has been fulfilling but challenging since we have different views, but to be honest this trip made me very upset. I have had friendships in the past where I care more about my friends than they care about me ( my perspective or how I feel). It wasn’t until I babysat for this couple she usually babysits for and I said I was so sad that my stepdad would never know my kids, she then proceeded to tell me to not be sad about that and I was livid. This man welcomed my friend into our home and supported her and gave her gifts and advice and she told me not to be sad about it. While this friend has had tribulations in her life she has never lost a parent, I have lost two. I let her know as much and besides this we have maybe had two tiffs which were resolved on the same day. I basically did not talk to her for a month. After my 28th birthday she asked if she could make me dinner (an olive branch), I said yes, but was nervous because in the past I felt like I couldn’t disagree with her, or if I did I would be outnumbered in opinion (she and her boyfriend and our shared friend being more conservative and me being more liberal). She acted as if I was too busy with my grieving family and my job prospects to explain for us not talking for as long as we did (longest we have ever gone not speaking since we met) and not because she hurt my feelings. She didn’t even recognize she hurt my feelings. This friend since moved in her with her boyfriend and so we all had dinner together, so while I feeling so conflicted, I felt like I couldn’t tell her what I was feeling. My sister called me while I was with this friend to check in and to see if I needed an out, but I guess I kind of buried my feelings to please my friend until I exploded after the dinner once I was home. How do I now schedule a time to unload what I have been feeling with this friend, keeping in mind that in my Perspective that my stepdad who opened our home to her, who’s given her so much degraded his existence to me, and that I couldn’t be sad that I couldn’t make memories with him in the future, and how I would never know what it would be like for him to meet my kids and so much of what I am going through. Is it impossible to ask of a friend to be there for you in grief when they have never themselves have never experienced parental loss? Am I over reacting and that maybe all these negative feelings have just bubbled up and that this was the final straw for me or is that then I’m over reacting because I’m grieving or is it because that I tried to be friends with someone who thinks differently than me and has helped me try things that I wouldn’t have done otherwise? Have I just now realized that I have been
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Doesn’t anyone know what the best smart pen would be for a grief journal? I want to be able to write on paper but have a digital copy just in case.
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rwrb x buddie WHOS WITH ME (I made Buck Alex cuz I wanted to draw his boobies thanks)
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I think sometimes people forget buck was a child neglected by his parents. A child who thought hurting himself for attention was better than being ignored. There is no universe in which buck looks at eddie's decision and does anything but respect it. He's sad as hell for sure and he's spiraling because eddie is his tether to rationality a lot of the time, but he doesn't think eddie is doing him some disservice. To be honest, I imagine he respects it more because nothing is wrong with chris... he's not hurt or anything like that... and eddie still wants to go through this huge upheaval of his life. He is willing to sacrifice anything for his son. Buck thinks Eddie is the best dad, and he vocalizes this often. Buck watched Eddie's hands twitch as he told him he was thinking about moving. He saw the fear in eddie's face, the indecision, and Buck chose to jump into the mess with him. So yeah he's sad. But Buck doesn't think Eddie is the villain. And the fandom shouldn't project that on Buck's behalf either.
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no because the hands in the pockets and the hiked shoulders, he's literally a schoolkid giving his crush a gift
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Can some make a fanfic about buddie (buck and eddie) from 911 but do it based on the song: would anyone care by citizen soldier
#buddie#911 abc#911 show#911 fanfic#911 fanfic requests#songfic#citizen soldier#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buck x eddie#ao3#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#fanfiction requests#sad fic#Spotify
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fighting with gravity
Rating: T
Word Count: 83837
Tags: pre-relationship buddie, mutual pining, Season 4, reckless buck, emotionally hurt buck, worried everyone else, dysfunctional buckley family dynamics, self-esteem issues, miscommunication, basically no communication, self-sacrificing idiots in love, buck goes to therapy, for all the good it does.
Also Featuring: the firefam, maddie the best big sister, christopher being so done, slightly less dysfunctional diaz family dynamics, attempts at therapy rejected in favor of terrible coping mechanisms, eddie and ana's math date, buck and taylor friendship, albert and veronica's whole thing, inaccuracies in the fields of fire/rescue and mental health treatment
Summary:
"What he feels most is a sense of urgency bordering on panic. It’s the feeling that he has his chance now, finally, after thirty years and it might not come again if he wastes it. His first chance and last chance to really know his parents all rolled into one. This is what matters. He can get to the rest later."
After their visit to LA, Buck tries to rebuild his relationship with his parents. Everything else starts to fall apart.
Part 5 of: come with me, together, we can take the long way home
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@sunshine0977: 12 days prompt: Younger sibling attempts to set older sibling up with cute elf/Santa/Mrs. Clause at mall North pole village. | Prompt: “I seem to have gotten myself in a pickle”
Day 3: It All Started With a Candy Cane
“So, what did the lady at the front of the line say?” Oliver asked as his sister returned from her quick chat with the attendant.
“An hour,” Thea retorted before rolling her eyes. “I told you to get here early, but noooo… Pikachu knows everything!” she imitated the famous line from comedian Gabriel Iglesias. “Then again, who knew it would be an hour wait just to see Santa.”
Oliver glared at her before glancing down at his son. The five year old had been excited about meeting Santa all week long, and when he’d promised William they’d go to the mall’s North Pole Village, the youngest Queen had hopped around with joy for almost an hour the night before.
He ruffled a hand through William’s hair before kneeling down so they were eye to eye. “Hey, buddy,” Oliver said. “It’s going to be another hour before we get to meet Santa. Do you want Aunt Thea to take you to the bathroom or grab you some lunch?”
“I’m not hungry and I don’t wanna go to the bathroom,” William defiantly answered. “I wanna meet Santa!” he yelled. Oliver knew a tantrum was coming and shot a pleading glance over at Thea.
“Hey, William,” she said, quickly understanding what her brother’s look meant. “How about we go get some cookies and ice cream? My treat!”
That stopped the boy in his tracks. He glanced from his aunt to the fat man in the red suit several hundred yards away before glancing back at Thea. “Okay!” he cheerily replied, grabbing his aunt’s hand from beneath the velvet ropes that separated the line from passers-by.
While Oliver hated the way Thea spoiled his son, this was the only way to get him to calm down sometimes, and he was grateful for her distraction. “Thank you!” he mouthed as they departed from the line and began walking toward the food court at the opposite end of the wide open atrium from North Pole Village. He sighed and sagged against the wall behind him.
At least now Oliver had a few minutes to take a breather and scroll through the messages in his phone. There were several from Tommy asking him if he wanted to go out that night “for old time’s sake.” Oliver just chuckled and shook his head before shooting his best friend a prompt “No” in response. That evening was reserved for him and William to put up the tree.
More pressing were the emails from his office at Queen Consolidated. Although it was a Saturday, it didn’t mean business stopped for the CEO. Apparently there was some server issue making it impossible for the teams in Russia to communicate with those in Starling City. Oliver sighed. While he knew a little about the IT side of his business, this was an issue beyond him.
“Candy cane?”
Oliver’s head whipped up. He found himself staring at the top of a red and green elf hat belonging to a woman a good foot shorter than himself. She had blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and the sweetest smile he’d seen beside William’s. “Um… What?” he asked, taken slightly aback.
“Would you like a candy cane?” she asked again, her smile pinning him to the wall he continued to lean against. God, she was beautiful; probably the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. Not even William’s mother could match her beauty.
“Uh, sure…?” Oliver finally said. She handed him a red and white striped candy cane before putting the rest into the pocket of her elf costume. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome!” she cheerily replied.
“I’ll, uh… I’ll give this to my son when he gets back,” he said, placing the candy cane in the pocket of his jacket.
“Oh! How old is your son?” she asked.
“He’s five. My sister took him to get some cookies and ice cream while I wait here. I heard I’ve got an hour to kill,” Oliver explained.
“At least you’re the last person in line,” she replied. “We had to turn everyone else away because Santa’s getting sick and tired of all the little kids, not that I told you that.”
“I would be too if I were in his position.”
“I don’t know how he does it,” the woman said. “His gig is about six hours long, seven days a week up until the night before Christmas. Kinda makes me glad I’m Jewish.”
Oliver cocked his head to the side. “You’re Jewish?” he asked. She nodded. “Then why are you one of Santa’s elves?”
“Supplementing my income for the holidays. I work IT at one of the high rises downtown and I don’t get paid enough to deal with server issues on a Saturday, so here I am. It’s not a bad gig, though. I get paid well for standing still, looking pretty, and handing out candy to screaming children. Although now that I think about it, the screaming children part kinda seems a bit harsh.”
Oliver chuckled.
“I’m Felicity, by the way,” she said.
“Oliver,” he replied, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Oliver.” She reached out and took hold of his hand. Her palm was tiny in his, but it seemed to fit just right. Oliver held on for several moments longer than he should have, staring into her eyes and giving her a warm smile in return.
“Daddy! Look!”
The sound of William’s voice made Oliver quickly drop Felicity’s hand as he pushed himself against the wall as far as possible. When he glanced over her head, he saw his son running toward him at full speed for a five year old, towing Thea behind him as he held an ice cream cone in his hand.
“I swear, Ollie, I only bought him ice cream,” Thea said in a huff as they finally stopped at the end of the line where he stood.
“That’s your own fault,” Oliver retorted. He crossed his arms over his chest as he gave his sister a cheeky grin.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. That’s when she noticed the woman standing beside her. She eyed Felicity for several moments before saying, “And who is this, Ollie?”
“Santa’s elf!” William provided.
“Felicity,” Oliver corrected. That earned him a look from Thea and he stuttered, “Santa’s elf, her name is Felicity.”
“Hi Felicity!” William exclaimed before taking another big lick of his chocolate ice cream. “Do you know Santa?”
“Of course I know Santa! I’m one of his elves!” she played along.
William had a slew of other questions he started asking Felicity, but Thea grabbed the sleeve of Oliver’s sweater and pulled him aside before he got a chance to hear any of them. “So, dear brother, have you made a new friend?”
“Thea!” While it was meant to be a warning, his sister chose to ignore it.
“She’s very pretty,” Thea observed as she glanced over her shoulder to find Felicity kneeling down beside William as they spoke. “And good with kids.”
“Thea!” Oliver hissed. He knew where his sister was going with this.
“She also seems to be pretty interested in you considering she’s been here for the past five minutes talking to you,” Thea continued.
“How would you know?”
“I’ve been watching you like a hawk, Ollie.”
“So?”
“So, you should ask her out,” Thea prompted.
“No,” he retorted.
“No?” she shot back. “Fine then, I’ll ask her out for you.” She stepped away from her brother and turned toward the woman still kneeling beside his son.
“Thea… Thea!” Oliver called to her, but she wasn’t listening.
“Hi, Felicity, right?” she asked the blonde.
“That’s you!” William supplied.
“Yep, that’s me,” Felicity giggled, clearly enamored with William’s enthusiasm.
“My brother wants to ask you something,” Thea replied. She grabbed Oliver’s sweater again and forcibly pulled him forward, much like she used to do in their childhood.
His face felt like it was burning. He couldn’t believe his sister. Being put on the spot like that made him all the more nervous as he said, “Well, I seem to have gotten myself in a pickle.”
“How so?” Felicity asked.
“Well, my sister seems to think it’s appropriate to ask out one of Santa’s elves.”
“Does she now?”
“Yeah.”
“And what do you think?”
“I think it’s a bit brash, honestly.”
“Mmmhmm,” Felicity hummed as she nodded. “Well, I guess then you’ll never know the answer if you don’t ask.”
Oliver immediately perked up. His eyes found Felicity’s and he could see the hope held within them. Was he imagining it? No, her soft smile told him everything he needed to know. That gave Oliver the courage to ask, “Would you like to go out with me?”
“Yeah,” Felicity replied. “I would.”
It couldn’t have worked out any better. William got to meet Santa, and Oliver got to spend time with an elf. An elf, he soon realized, he was falling head over heels in love with. Felicity was smart and funny and kind, exactly the kind of woman he was looking for.
Four years and three Christmases later, when Oliver finally asked Felicity to marry him, he told her it all started with a candy cane. “It was red,” he said, making her blush as they stood beside the large tree in their shared loft. Then he popped the question and she said yes.
Oliver couldn’t have been happier.
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Daenerys Targaryen’s appearences throughout the seasons (Jon’s version)
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