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POV: you are my wife and you just made a horrible mistake

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The Guy Thigh High Revival of '24

9-1-1 (TV) :: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard :: 2k :: E

Buck’s first thought is that Tommy’s Muay Thai shorts are halfway to breaking California’s indecency laws. They’re already thigh highs, but then they also have a goddamn slit so far up that Buck can see a hint of the tiny compression shorts holding his cup. Buck’s second thought is one incoherent curse at himself for never looking into Muay Thai during his original self discovery world tour back in his twenties. He’d probably have figured out some shit a lot sooner had that been the case. You live and you fucking learn, evidently.

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Oliver Stark about the negativity concerning Buck's bisexuality

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things that would maybe improve 911 on abc:

canon buddie

things that would definitely improve 911 on abc:

every time there's an emergency they all have to use a sailor moon transformation sequence to get into their gear

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Do you live and fucking learn, Buck? Or do you live and learn fucking????

He's a multi-tasker, and he's doing both. And I love that for him. (And for those who haven't, you can read about it here 🥲)

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The Guy Thigh High Revival of '24

9-1-1 (TV) :: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard :: 2k :: E

Buck’s first thought is that Tommy’s Muay Thai shorts are halfway to breaking California’s indecency laws. They’re already thigh highs, but then they also have a goddamn slit so far up that Buck can see a hint of the tiny compression shorts holding his cup. Buck’s second thought is one incoherent curse at himself for never looking into Muay Thai during his original self discovery world tour back in his twenties. He’d probably have figured out some shit a lot sooner had that been the case. You live and you fucking learn, evidently.

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The Guy Thigh High Revival of '24

9-1-1 (TV) :: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard :: 2k :: E

Buck’s first thought is that Tommy’s Muay Thai shorts are halfway to breaking California’s indecency laws. They’re already thigh highs, but then they also have a goddamn slit so far up that Buck can see a hint of the tiny compression shorts holding his cup. Buck’s second thought is one incoherent curse at himself for never looking into Muay Thai during his original self discovery world tour back in his twenties. He’d probably have figured out some shit a lot sooner had that been the case. You live and you fucking learn, evidently.

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just found out Oliver Stark has a tattoo of Buck and Eddie reaching out toward each other under the truck after Eddie got shot and (1) I am a fake fan for not knowing this before now and (2) good god and (3) I need to tunnel into the earth and huddle in a dark burrow to deal with it

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important poll:

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started crawling the AO3 tags, and in the past two weeks there have been 700+ bucktommy fics posted, and a significant amount are about buck discovering the joys of boyfriend material clothing. we're all here for the right reasons, i love this for us.

i'm so so so so excited for evan "buck" buckley to discover the joy of stealing and wearing your bigger boyfriend's clothes, i wish him a very happy raid tommy's closet

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i love tommy calling buck "evan," but i think it would be hilarious for them to get deeper into the relationship and during a tiff, tommy throws out one of those adoring, incredulous evans, and buck is immediately like, yes, thomas? i want them to have the world's bitchiest love language

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9-1-1. 7.04 Buck, Bothered and Bewildered [details]

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i’m so glad 911 is finally admitting buck is a cringe fail loser and i’m even more glad tommy is into that kinda thing

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i'm so so so so excited for evan "buck" buckley to discover the joy of stealing and wearing your bigger boyfriend's clothes, i wish him a very happy raid tommy's closet

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Joan Baez “Here’s To You” Live / Europe 83: Children of the Eighties, January 1984.

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we went to see girl talk! what a 2010 sentence. we didn't go together, we found each other in the crowd. you, me, and maggie. he slowed down a remix to just play elton john's tiny dancer at the end of the show and we all held hands and swayed together. whenever i hear that song i think of you. you were the guy who coerced me into seeing Moon and also coerced me into seeing the Tooth Fairy. i miss you so much.

hm.

i think this is coming up because longmont potion castle came into conversation recently. the last time i saw you, really saw you where it was just the two of us, we spent the night on the couch in your condo listening to longmont potion castle tapes. "rope" was my favorite.

i saw you again, later, with your soon-to-be wife, who was wonderful. i still hadn't progressed to taking hormones, but you introduced me easily, just like you had with your roommate within weeks of me leaving my ex and deciding to transition. no faltering. you always got me.

i'll always remember you making me stop my car, saying, "psp psp psp kitty, first pets are free," and making new cat friends.

you would have been so much better at being in your thirties than i am. i suck at this. you would have been so good. you would know what to do in this stubborn world.

we started a tumblr for our radio show in 2010. i updated it every week but struggled, because it was so much different from livejournal. i still have that account attached to mine, because there's a picture of us as the icon, and despite how i've changed, i'm not ready to let go of your (occasionally terrible, joanna newsom and titus andronicus, really?) music taste, or the picture of us together in my old kitchen, back when we used to have vodka and pickle parties to watch new episodes of jersey shore.

this isn't an anniversary of your death, it isn't even close. it's just a random day i'm remembering you again. your wife wouldn't let me see your ashes the last time i asked, because she was still grieving and lost, and i respect that, but i really just wanted to read you italian elon musk tweets. you would have fucking loved italian elon musk twitter. you would have been an answer to a lot of things happening now that we don't have. you were so fucking smart, and funny. someone uploaded your one-time standup show when we were college students to youtube, and i've watched it more than once.

if anyone ever deserved to be alive, it would be you, and i'm so mad that you aren't. life was taken from you in the ugliest way. it was taken from you and you were taken from us, and no one had a say, and every now and then (today) i get real fucking angry about it.

i still drive past your old house sometimes and expect to see your franksteined together car. i remember how soft your hands were. your stupid mountain unicycle. the way you made us all listen to drake but also the first press the smiths album afterward like a balm, only to chase that with fucking drake like he was the second coming. you laughed like jimmy carr getting punched in the solar plexus. i miss you so much. i can't remember how long it's been.