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can't find the other tweet discussed today but there is this one https://x.com/GeodeMoment/status/1923559177546355194

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So, I went through the comments and quotes and BoBs are so fucking dumb. They're literally quoting him and asking for a tw??? Baby just block. The more you interact with his posts, posts about him, or mention his name, he'll show up in your algorithm.

Also, a few think he's trying to be Eddie???? And they think this is for 911 Nashville?? 🤣🤣😭😭 this picture is from like 2021... when he shot a pilot for HBO.

Again, not everything is about 911... holy SHIT.

Anyway, here's some more I found.

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Tidbit Tuesday!

@livelaughlou ❤️ tagged me! Here's a little bit from the next chapter of Lips of an Angel. Disclaimer: I just wrote this earlier today and haven't edited it or really looked over it at all. Things could change...

“Evan?” Tommy answered in a whisper, voice filled with concern. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no, it’s… sorry, for calling so late.”

“It’s fine, just hold on a sec.” In the background, Buck could hear the sound of a door closing. There was a bit more shuffling, another sound, and then Tommy was back on the line. “Okay. Went out back so I didn’t have to be so quiet. What’s up?”

Buck got up from his spot on the couch, walking out to his own backyard to take a seat. He felt closer to Tommy that way. Like they were sitting outside together. “I just, um, just wanted to talk. Couldn’t sleep. Wait, were you asleep? Did I wake you up? God, I didn’t even-”

“Evan, it’s fine,” Tommy assured him. “I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh. Good. What were you doing?”

“I was going over our finances at the kitchen table.”

“Mm, that’s hot.”

Tommy snorted. “Financial responsibility is a turn on for you, huh?”

“Absolutely. Paperwork? Hot. Spreadsheets? Hot. Charts? Fuck.”

“Damn. What’s gonna happen when you find out I wear reading glasses while I work?”

There was a pause on the line, then, “Are you serious?”

“I need them when the lighting is low.”

“Tommy, you gotta stop. I can’t get into the bedroom for new pair of pants right now.”

not tagging anyone, but if you see this and wanna do it, go for it!

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you and me belong together 🍓

Rated: T

Chapters: 2/?

“I’m Buck Evanley, uh Buck Buck— shit no Ev—” He sighed deeply, looking embarrassed with his bright red face and Tommy couldn’t stop the grin from growing across his face.  “My name is Evan Buckley.” Do you want to be Evan Kinard? Tommy wanted to ask but he smartly kept that thought to himself.

read chapter two on ao3

shout out to @livelaughlou who has been listening to me go on about this fic for like a solid year now (and is patiently waiting for the next part of the mummy au ((it's coming!! i promise!)))

also shoutout to moon mom who i love a lot and have a great relationship with i swear 😂 she's my best friend and reads my fics!!

@broadwayshelbay @tiltingheartand @cliophilyra @jacki-daytona @unhingedangstaddict

@ladyeyrewrites @rdng1230 @racerchix21 @bangpop91 @hyperfocusthusly

@thecarrott @bidisasterevankinard @tommykinard217 @weewookinard

@sunnywithachanceofbi @laundryandtaxesworld @ambernotember @actuallyitsellie

@bi-bi-buckleys @cinderellarhea @kinardsevan @xtarmanderx

lemme know if you do or do not want to be tagged 🤍

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"Sometimes I think of Lucy as this really like Happy Dumpling."🥟💃😍

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fate;

mcdannogirl.

ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65703946

1/5.

Evan Buckley was not a believer. He did not fear, did not love, and did not believe in fairy tales until Tommy Kinard came along. With him, Evan learned to fear, to stop, and to believe. But at what cost?

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Sun and Sea (1/1)

Josh is the one to pick up at the dispatch center. “Tommy Kinard? How are you?” 

“I’m…uh, actually I’m not sure. Anyways, Josh, I need a favor. I’m at Cedar Sinai with Maddie - she’s in labor and the cell towers seem to be blocked. She can’t get a message to Howie - can you check and see if the 118 responded to the building collapse?” 

He could hear Josh tapping away at his computer. “ Unfortunately yes, they did. They arrived on scene about fifteen minutes ago.” 

“Can you see if you can patch through to their radio on the engine?” 

“You got it. Call me back in ten, okay?” 

“Great. Thanks, Josh.” 

“No problem. Tell Maddie I’m pulling for her.” 

“Will do.” 

He must have been wearing his emotions on his face, because Maddie’s dropped when he walked back into the room. “Dammit, why do we always have the worst timing?”  Read On AO3

@loulou-land @edwardseve @newtkelly @niraves @mintedwitcher @teddievan @tevanisaplace @adhdevankinard @trombonechurchill @robinminustherichard @screamlet @rcmclachlan @vincentvangoghs

No pressure tags.

Moodboard by @loulou-land

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51570055/chapters/169041550

BACK HERE AFTER AGES...🫣

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"how was he raised?" my version.

detached children, prone to depression and emotionally unstable parents.

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alternate universe and our favorite theme - another first meeting.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64527913

ao3: mcdannogirl.

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a collection of short fics.

🤍 businessman Tommy Buckley-Kinard and his awesome husband Evan Kinard-Buckley, two kids and bitchy mom Athena; https://archiveofourown.org/works/65265319

🤍 the ever-businesslike but caring Tommy and his psychopathic husband Evan.

from the series: — I’m filing for divorce!

— I filed yesterday!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65394538

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🤍 8.17 and the alternate universe if Tommy was with Evan during his fight with Eddie.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65419315

🤍 8.17 and the alternative/second version, Evan's state after the quarrel, after a week of strong image.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65439739

ao3: mcdannogirl

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I wrote a little something about Lou's last episode on SWAT!

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i miss him so much 😭😭😭😭

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Reblog with your favorite pictures of Lou!!

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OLIVER STARK 1883 Magazine — Ben Duggan (2024)

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Iris

this is for @andforyouevan because Sarah puts up with me being a pessimist and raining on her parade a lot and she deserves the world. ❤️ could be considered a spec fic, but it's really just Tommy being on scene for a building collapse, and maybe (definitely) an 'I love you' happening.

There was a building collapse, multiple dead, even more injured. The situation had quickly escalated from a couple of crews responding, to an all hands on deck.

Harbor was last to arrive, furthest from the scene. Tommy exited the rig, making a beeline to the 118 as soon as he saw them near the entrance of the building.

“What’s going on?” he asked, noting the worried looks on all of their faces.

“Tommy?” Chimney glanced up towards the chopper flying overhead. “Why aren’t you up there?”

“Long story.” Tommy spotted Eddie next to Ravi. He nodded towards him. “You’re back?”

“I’m lending a temporary hand,” Eddie replied as Tommy looked around at the rest of the team.

Buck wasn't with them. “What the hell is going on?” he asked again, more forceful this time. “Where’s Evan?”

Hen stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “Tommy-”

“Second collapse after we arrived,” Gerrard butted in. “Buckley got caught up in it. We’re figuring out his position now.”

Tommy’s heart was already pounding. He could hear the rapid thump thump thump in his ears. “He’s in there?”

“He sent me out ahead of him,” Ravi explained. “Said he was gonna finish up a final check. He should’ve been right behind me.”

“How the hell do you not know his position then?” Tommy demanded. Ravi took a surprised step back.

“I- he-”

“Three stories worth of that building just landed on top of him,” Gerrard answered, pointing towards the debris. “That’s how we don’t know.”

“Why isn’t anyone in there?!” Tommy yelled, moving closer to Gerrard. “You’re the incident commander, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“Then get everyone off their asses and get the hell in there!”

“Hey, Tommy,” Chimney reached out, tapping Tommy’s arm. Tommy shrugged him off.

“Kinard,” Gerrard growled, sweat dripping down his forehead. “I will not risk the lives of anyone else to go on a hunt for a man buried under a building that could further collapse at any minute! We get no answer on the radio from Buckley, so no one else is going in until we know where to look!”

Tommy clenched his hands into fists. He stared at what remained of the building.

He was a pilot. Pilots were calm under pressure, they were calculated, and they didn’t let emotions get in the way.

But Tommy wasn’t a pilot right now.

He was working on the ground.

And the love of his life was buried under three stories of rubble.

“Like hell they’re not.”

He pushed past the team, ignored them as they yelled for him to wait, and rushed inside.

“Evan!” He yelled, shoving furniture, chunks of woods, and drywall out of his way as he looked all around. “Evan!”

He’d count to two between each call, giving Buck time to respond.

“Evan!”

It got darker the further he went. All he had was his flashlight, and a single emergency light that flashed along a back wall every few seconds.

Tommy was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he grabbed onto his radio. “Firefighter Buckley, please respond… E- Evan, do you copy?”

This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not right after-

No.

He couldn’t think about Bobby right now. Couldn’t think about the funeral, the way Evan closed himself off, the way he fell apart a few days later when Tommy stopped trying to call and knocked on his door instead.

He couldn’t think about the way he held Evan, the way they fell asleep curled around each other. The way they had only left each other’s side to work. They hadn’t talked about it, not really, but every night was spent together. Tommy had a side of the dresser, a section of the closet, half of the medicine cabinet. He made them breakfast, and Buck made dinner, and they were… they were figuring it out.

“You’ve already been suspended from flying, Kinard,” Gerrard yapped through the radio, because of course he knew about that. “Now you’re seconds away from getting fired! Get your ass out here!”

Tommy shook his head. Cleared the thoughts from his mind. Called out again. “Evan! Evan!”

Tap.

Tommy froze. “Evan!”

Tap.

His head whipped around, trying to pinpoint the noise.

Nearby, a half section of a wall crumbled.

Tommy waited for the other noises to die down.

“Evan, make that sound again!”

He held his breath.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Tommy eyed the back corner of the room. That had to be it.

He ran over, falling to his knees when he tripped over a piece of debris. “Evan! Evan, I’m here!”

Tap. Tap.

Tommy started to dig. He tossed back pieces of metal, chunks of the walls, glass, and whatever else was between him and Evan.

“Evan, keep tapping!” he panted, blinking as sweat worked its way to his eyes. “I’m here, Baby! I’m coming!”

Tap. Tap.

Suddenly, someone was touching Tommy’s back. Reflexively, he shoved them away with his elbow.

“Hey! Tommy, it’s us!”

Tommy stilled, looking back to see Howie, along with Hen, Ravi, and Eddie behind him.

“We gotta move this stuff,” Tommy instructed, getting back to digging. “He’s under here!”

“Let us through, Tommy,” Eddie said, pushing him slightly to the side. “We brought tools.”

As everyone worked to clear the area, Tommy continued talking to Buck. “Evan, we’re almost there, okay? Almost! Keep tapping!”

He waited. Heard nothing.

“Come on, Evan! Honey, make the sound again, please!”

Nothing.

“I see something!” Ravi exclaimed. “His boot, I think!”

Tommy moved faster. “Almost, Evan! Almost there, Baby!”

Then, ever so faintly.

Tap.

Tommy wasn’t one to sob. He couldn’t remember the last time he broke down into a full cry.

But he could’ve right now.

As they cleared more of his body, Tommy could see that his abdomen was trapped under a heavy piece of metal. The upper half of his body was unsupported, leaving him hanging upside down at an awkward angle.

Chimney quickly wedged himself down into the hole by Buck’s head, created during the initial collapse.

“I’ve gotta check you before we lift you, Buck. Give me a sec.”

Ever so slowly, Buck lifted his hand, giving a thumbs up.

Tommy’s lungs were on fire. His vision was blurring. His whole body was tingling. He wasn’t sure how long passed, but the next thing he knew, Chimney was starting to raise Buck up so he was no longer dangling.

Tommy scrambled up to his side, taking the weight from Chimney so he could hold Buck in his arms. He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he watched him silently while the rest of the team worked on getting him free.

Slowly, Buck blinked his eyes open. He looked confused for a moment, then his face lit up. “Y- You’re here?”

Tommy nodded. “I’m here,” he confirmed, letting out a wet laugh. “You’re gonna be okay, Evan. We’ll have you out in a second.”

“Th- Thought I h- heard you,” he said, pausing to cough. “Didn’t know i- if it was real.”

“Oh, it was real,” Chimney said, coming up to shine a penlight into Buck’s eyes. “He moved so fast we could barely keep up.”

“My… My hero,” Buck stuttered out, smiling up at Tommy.

Tommy shook his head. “Not a hero,” he replied. “Just can't live without you.”

Buck sucked in a breath, but whatever words were about to come out next got cut off by Hen and Ravi moving the backboard into place.

“Your hero can sit by you on the way to the hospital,” Chimney said, moving a couple things around to make space for them to exit the building. “It’s time to get outta here.”

*****

“Why… Why didn’t you tell me?”

Buck had been lucid for about ten minutes. Tommy had gotten him some water, recapped what had happened, and gone over his injuries (a sprained ankle, two broken ribs, a slipped disc, and some minor cuts and contusions… he was lucky, considering), before finally settling back down into a chair beside him.

“Tell you what?” Tommy asked, his thumb brushing over Buck’s hand.

“That you were suspended.”

“Oh.” Tommy broke eye contact, staring down at the bedsheets. “You… you heard that?”

Buck nodded, wincing as pain flared from his neck, all the way down his back. “I was g- going in and out. Gerrard’s loud.”

Tommy snorted. “Yeah, he is.” He sighed. “I- I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you-”

“I’m so sorry, Tommy.”

“-to think it’s your fault,” he finished, smiling softly at Buck. “Like that.”

“But it is my fault. I- I’m the one who asked you for the helicopter. I- I’m the one who had you come.”

“And I could have said no,” Tommy reminded him. “I didn’t. It’s on me.”

“But-”

“No,” Tommy interjected, grip tightening on Buck’s hand. “Evan, I chose to help you. I chose to take the helicopter without asking permission, and I’d do it all again.”

“Why?”

“You…” Tommy closed his eyes, braced himself, then opened them back up and stared into Buck’s eyes. “Because it’s you, Evan. I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Buck blinked once, twice. Let the words settle in his brain. “Tommy?”

“Hm?”

“I… I love you. I- I’m in love with you.”

Tommy wasn’t sure what his face looked like, but he knew it must’ve been similar to a deer in headlights, because Buck’s blood pressure briefly spiked on the monitor.

“Sorry if that scares you,” he continued when Tommy didn’t speak. “I- I know I can move too fast and I know you-”

“Evan.” Tommy lifted Buck’s hand, pressing a kiss against his knuckles. His eyes shined with tears. “Evan, I am so in love with you.”

“Y… Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Think you could move up here and kiss me about it?” Buck asked with a sniff and a laugh. “My movements are a little limited.”

Tommy smiled brightly, immediately standing and leaning forward. He gently cupped Buck’s head in his hands, kissing him carefully and softly, making sure not to hurt him. When he pulled back, he couldn’t help but rest his forehead against Buck’s, breathing him in. “I love you, Evan.” He whispered the words like a prayer.

Buck reached up, wiping a tear from Tommy’s cheek that he hadn’t realized had even fallen. “I love you too, Tommy.”