#LAB RATS 911

[tommygotwrittenoff]

[on-maars]

OWEN STRAND WAS THE ONE WHO SHOULD HAVE DIED, NOT BOBBY NASH. I HATE EVERYTHING.

[teeparadigm67]

TL;DR: 9-1-1's "The Last Alarm" was a bad episode because its focus was on the wrong thing -- A Rant

I REALLY disliked yesterday's 9-1-1 episode “The Last Alarm” and I need to rant about it so I can get on with my freaking day and stop thinking about this dumb wee-woo show!

Let me start by saying Emmy nominating acting across the board! Kenny and Angela **chefs kiss** and I really liked the funeral procession scene, but the rest of the episode just didn’t hit right for me. And it took me all morning to figure out what was wrong with it (bar Bobby not actually being alive… obvs)

The focus of this episode was in the wrong place.

This episode's main focus should have been on Bobby as a whole and how Athena (plus her children) and the 118 handle the grief of losing him, not that random side plot.

Including that side plot gave the episode as a whole the feel of "just another day at the office” weekly episode when it should have been much deeper on an emotional level.

First off, it shouldn’t have been set 2 weeks after the Lab Rats episode. Having that time skip robbed us of 2 weeks of potential coming to terms/grief story telling. We never got to see how Hen and Karen dealt with Hen's NDE after Lab Rats. We never got to see Chim’s anger grow and fester over time until he reached that boiling point at that accident site. We never got to see Eddie getting the news and his and Bucks' reunion. We never got to see Buck taking on Bobby’s words and being there for his team (although we got a snifter of it with him and Chim), and subsequently him falling apart while he was alone. All things that would have added so much more gravitas to this episode.

While yes, the mother and child subplot was absolutely in character for Athena and her coping with grief, it could have been saved and explored in an episode that followed on after the funeral (because a grief like that wouldn’t just be one and done in a single episode) and if done right you could ride that grief arch for the whole cast up till the end of season 8.

As a whole, I’ve felt the pacing for this season has just been super off, and honestly, I fear for season 9 at this point.

[[Also, side note about pacing. How is Maddie suddenly 6/7 months pregnant?! I swear she was only a few months gone when she was kidnapped like 8 episodes ago! I know TV time works differently than the real world, but it just feels so rushed, no?]]]

Anyway, I need to go back to work. Stay tuned for my “Bobby Nash; Dead or Alive” rant in a future post.

Thank you for visiting my Ted Talk.

[camerainbow]

I just need to write this out to get it out of my head

It bring a hallucination (the flash) would mean the funeral episode (maybe even more episodes) wouldn’t be canon in the 9-1-1 universe and at the very most show us more depth for every character (we see a lot of depth already….), very unnecessary.

A hallucination would mean only one character (chim or Bobby or Eddie??) would feel those feelings in the dream state and what reason would be good enough to justify that

(This couldn’t even connect to Eddie realizing gayness, chim feeling guilty but it being fake from his mind is cruel, I could understand if Peter wanted to leave and this was a coma/hallucination for his character realizing he needs to retire but Peter didn’t want to leave the show and his character has already clearly chosen life).

A hallucination at the flash means we don’t have confirmation chim survived…

On the other hand 👁️👄👁️ I have other thoughts about this whole storyline of the death

Peter the actor is an executive producer, do they have a say in anything?. He didn’t want to leave… similarly Angela is also an EP and didn’t see this as a possibility ….

The GA very obviously would never react well to this… (I could MAYBE understand if season 9 was billed at the last season but as far as we know it’s not set to be, also what reason would they have to end the show so suddenly when no one wants to leave… and ratings are good… I don’t see why they’d dump the OG for 9-1-1 Nashville… the only reason I could see is Tim saying I’m done but why not have someone take over)

:( Buck mentoring Ravi and acting captain-like sadly makes sense if he steps up to fill Caps shoes in the future, especially being the only other one besides Athena to interact with Bobby as he goes :(

A surprise recovery (buried alive vibes) makes more sense than hallucination for a show that has never had a main character death for so many seasons. (I do feel like cap seeing his own funeral would make him retire though…)

The death (and then recovery) bringing Eddie into the main environment again and helping him realize his true family and home would make a lot of sense for a move back to LA with Chris. If it’s real I feel like Eddie would have more reason to not move back and potentially feel more grief. I don’t see the Bobby death convincingly resulting in Buddie ugh.

A fakeout death and recovery would motivate Buck to be extremely motivated to become Captain and to get Bobby the happy ending he deserves aka. retirement w/ Athena and her/their kids (not necessarily season 9 but season 9 would be fitting as a one season final arc for Bobby ugh).

The house scene with Bobby and Athena in part one of the two parter feels cruel if this is what the resolution is… (Athena being in an empty home). (The only things I could see as a benefit to that scene are: Eddie temporarily living there and keeping her company, her children having a room that’s not a guest room… though I find both very weak… also would she be able to afford mortgage on one salary idk the money situation, was he even eligible for life insurance).

The pictures of them on set all giddy… (and the Oliver instagram comments)… have thrown me for a loop. I can understand a lack of social media savvy (or trying to cope) and them having a good time on set but like they had to have known that group photo would be leaked right(?) it was out in the open… idk maybe I’m tripping

I have too many thoughts I need to sleep. This feels lowkey like destructive behavior to overwhelm myself with these feelings. I hope everyone who watches is okay. <3 Yes it’s a television show but I fear the way they did this was dangerous for vulnerable people who watch :/ :(

[word-woven]

Until The Longest Wait Ends

SPOILERS FOR 9-1-1 EPISODE 14 / 15

In her grief, Athena dreams. But it doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels like Bobby — one last time, standing at the edge of goodbye.

🕯 Read Part 1: The Silence That Follows

The night after the funeral, sleep came for Athena not like a gentle hand, but like a wave dragging her under.

The world had gone quiet in the days since Bobby died — too quiet. The 118 moved like ghosts themselves. Karen had brought food. Chim cried openly. Buck hadn't spoken much. Hen tried to smile, but her eyes were always swollen.

But Athena… she just wasn't.

She did the things. Answered the phone. Hugged May. Let Michael bring her coffee and tried not to see the pain mirrored in her children’s faces. But she didn’t feel like herself. Like anything. Just a wind-up shell of who she used to be.

And then — in sleep — it happened.

She opened her eyes in a dream that didn't feel like a dream.

Their house. The lights warm and golden. The smell of something cooking drifting in from the kitchen.

She walked through the hallway barefoot.

And there he was.

Bobby.

Sitting at the kitchen table like he'd never left it, sleeves rolled up, reading glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he looked up at her.

And smiled.

"Hey, babe."

The sound hit her like a bullet through glass.

She didn’t run — she couldn’t. Her knees gave out halfway across the room.

He was already there, catching her before she fell, wrapping her up in those strong, steady arms. The ones she’d memorized. The ones she’d sobbed for.

"Bobby—" Her voice cracked, pain clawing its way up her throat. "Bobby, I—God, I thought I’d never see you again—"

“I know.” He stroked her back, slow and steady. “I’m here.”

“I don’t want a dream,” she whispered. “I want you. I want time. I want all the years we were supposed to have.”

He held her tighter.

"You still have time," he murmured. "That’s why I’m here. To tell you that. You have to live it, Athena. Not just survive. Live."

“How?” she broke. “How do I do that, Bobby? When everything in me still loves you? When I don’t know how to be without you? When every second feels like I’m suffocating—”

She pulled back, tears streaming down her face, trembling as she pressed her forehead to his.

“There’s still so much left we never said,” she choked out. “Still so many dinners to make. Still so many mornings. You weren’t supposed to go first. You weren’t supposed to leave me behind.”

“I didn’t want to,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “But if I had to choose between dying with you… or letting you live… I would make that choice again. Every time.”

She collapsed into him again, sobbing — the kind of grief that only comes when love has nowhere left to go. He didn’t hush her. He just held her. Like he always had. Like he always would have, if the world had been fair.

And then—

Over his shoulder—

A presence.

No, four.

A young man standing tall and solemn — Emmett. The badge gleamed at his hip, pride and pain in his eyes.

Next to him, a girl with gentle eyes and a warm smile — Marcy. Her hand was looped through Emmett’s like they belonged together.

Beside them, a boy who looked just like Bobby once had, right down to the guarded kindness in his expression — Robert Jr.

And in front of them all, tiny and radiant, with a laugh that echoed like windchimes — Brook. She waved.

Athena gasped.

Bobby felt her freeze, and turned.

His face softened.

“They’ve been waiting,” he said quietly. “For me.”

“But they’re not ready for you,” she whispered. “I’m not ready.”

He turned back to her, thumb brushing a tear from her cheek.

“I know, baby. And that’s okay.”

He stepped back — and it felt like the world cracked a little with each inch of distance.

But his hand remained in hers, fingers linked.

“I’m not saying goodbye,” Bobby said, voice thick with everything they’d ever shared. “I’m just saying… wait for me on the other side. When it’s your time.”

“I don’t want it to be,” she said brokenly.

He smiled, and even now, it was the safest place she'd ever known.

“I want it to take forever,” he said. “You better make me wait so long I start complaining.”

He leaned in. One last time. Pressed a kiss to her lips — soft, eternal, a promise etched in dream and soul.

Then one final kiss to her forehead.

“We’ll be waiting,” he whispered. “But live, Athena. Live like I loved you. Like I still do.”

And then—

The warmth faded.

The dream dissolved.

She woke up, crying into her pillow.

But this time, it didn’t feel like grief was all that was left.

It felt like the beginning of something else.

A reason to keep going.

A reason to live.

[clockwork-stars]

Tim Minear you are a freaking idiot and this was the best way to get your show canceled. Congrats.

[davendorks]

i have a love/hate relationship with the new 911 comers because A. it’s getting me back into my 911 phase and B. this means we’re flooding THEIR feed with lab rats (join the fun guys) BUT A. I’M GETTING SPOILED LIKE CRAZY B. i miss when i could click a button and see my babies now i see athena and bobby everywhere

[118source]

THE OG 118 THEN and NOW ↪ 2x16 | 8x15

[cecilyv]

@liminalmemories21 and I wrote a little 8.15 - Lab Rats coda, buck/tommy.

Tommy hears Evan say, "Dad?" and just for a second he thinks that somehow, against all odds, it's Bobby standing there. He stands up so fast the chair tips over as he goes for the door. 

The bubble of hope pops abruptly when Evan says, "What are you doing here?"

"Your sister called,” a voice he doesn't recognize says.

And well, fuck. There's just no way this ends well. 

He rights the chair, squeezing the top slat, letting the wood bite into his hands. Evan was barely holding it together as it was, only really doing so by the skin of his teeth, by being the force of nature that he can be – focusing on his team, his family -- not on himself, or on. Or on Bobby. He asked me to, Evan told him through a sob, after, even as Tommy could see him try to push down the loss, to keep it off his face. Bobby did know his boy – worked best when given a direct plan of action. 

Tommy scrunches his nose against the tears that threaten to fall again, to clog his throat. Wipes away the one that escapes and squares his shoulders to face whatever the fuck is happening in the doorway. 

Wonders what on god's green earth Maddie had been thinking. Although, to be fair, he's going to go out on a limb and assume she didn't think their parents would get on a plane and fly to California to land just in time for the funeral. 

Texts Chim / 🚨Phillip and Margaret are here🚨/

Gets a string of texts in response judging by the way his phone is buzzing in his back pocket, and he can't look at any of them because Evan and his parents have come around the corner and Even is saying awkwardly, "Mom, Dad, you remember Tommy." And then when neither one of them says anything, even more awkwardly, "You met him at Maddie's wedding."

Philip shakes his hand reluctantly, good WASP manners too ingrained to be actively rude enough not to.

Margaret looks at Evan. "I didn't realize you had company. Your sister didn't say."

Evan shrugs, doesn't answer. Doesn't explain.

Which, actually, Tommy wouldn't have minded a little bit of explanation, just so that he knows where he stands. Because he'd taken Evan home after the lab, after Bobby died. Nobody had questioned it. He hasn't left since. Evan hasn't asked him to, and he hasn't offered. Eddie's flight is due to land in an hour. He's not sure what happens after that. Although if Phillip and Margaret are here – for what? – having Eddie as back up might be for the best. That’s a devil he knows. 

Tommy blinks and Evan is making coffee, and handing his mother a slice of coffee cake on a plate with a napkin - because given an awkward social situation, Evan, he learned the last time they tried this, will default to the polite rules of society to get through it. He doesn’t wonder where the coffee cake came from, because he'd discovered when he snooped around for breakfast ingredients that ill-fated morning that the only thing in Evan’s freezer is baked goods. 

He takes the moment to check his texts, discovers that if Maddie had known their parents might show up that she hadn't told Chim. His / 😱 ‼️ / makes Tommy snort.

He checks to see if anyone needs him for anything, and then texts Eddie. As far as he knows Eddie's still pissed at him for breaking up with Evan, doesn't know if Evan told him about the hook up the other week, or the way that he'd said he was jealous of Eddie, can't imagine that's improved Eddie's opinion of him if he did. But – man deserves to be warned about the clusterfuck he's about to walk into.

/ Phillip and Margaret are here /

gets / 👀/ from Eddie, and then / why? / and then / like this day could get any fucking worse / 

He’d only met them the once, in passing, nearly a year ago now, but he’s heard about them plenty - from Chim, from Eddie, and haltingly from Evan.  He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have the full story of whatever it is, but he knows enough to know that adding them to the mix is not going to help Evan get through this day.  He’d never really worried about it before, because he’d met Athena, Bobby – the important people.

He comes back into the kitchen to hear Evan saying, “You should go to Maddie’s, I’m sure she needs the help.”

And Evan’s mother waves a hand, saying, “We talked to her yesterday, she’s fine.” And then leaning in to put a hand on Evan’s arm, and he can see from across the room how surprised Evan is by that, and how much he doesn’t know what to do with it. Adds another mental note to the list of things he knows about the Buckley parents.

Thinks Margaret kind of missed Evan’s point.  Maddie may be fine, but Chim’s not.  Might be nice if her mother volunteered to give Maddie some extra space to support her husband, since she flew all the way here.  He’s still not sure why the Buckley parents are here.

They don’t really have time to dig into it; they have a funeral to get to. 

****************  

The funeral is awful.  Everyone in their dress uniforms. The pomp. The circumstance. The weight of the loss literally on their shoulders. Staring at the back of Chim’s head, having to put one foot in front of the other, maintaining composure when all he wants is to hold Evan and shield him from everyone and everything. Instead, on a city street -- a funeral march. Step. Step. Step. 

The only time he and Evan have been in sync since they split six months ago and it’s to bear the burden of the first man to ever really give them a shot. To believe in them.  

The brass gives a speech. Athena had asked Evan if he wanted to speak, and he’d shaken his head. “I can’t.”

He agrees.  Has a fierce need to let Evan keep his grief private, not for public consumption.

After the funeral he hears Evan say, "We're going to Bobby and Athena's," and his heart fucking breaks at the way Evan's voice cracks halfway through Bobby's name. But then he's continuing, "for the wake." He hesitates. "Do you want me to call you an uber, or something?"

"Oh," Margaret says, and she sounds clearly surprised. "We thought we'd go with you."

It startles Evan into honesty. "Why?"

"To pay our respects. He was your captain. I know he meant a lot to you." Which is nice, until she adds, "That's what people do, Evan."

The way she says his name grates on Tommy's last nerve. He wants to say, 'no, people don't fly across the country to crash a funeral.  People write a nice card.  People know when to stay in their lane'.  Almost says it, when Evan looks at him.  But, whatever is going on between them, shutting Evan’s parents down probably isn’t his place. Is tempted to look around for Eddie, who might be able to get away with it.

Margaret looks torn, and Maddie – bless her – says, "I'm sure Jee’d like a last bit of one-on-one time with her grandma before the new baby comes."

"I thought Mrs. Lee was watching Jee this afternoon," Margaret says, proving that she is in fact totally incapable of reading a room. Even Phillip looks a little abashed.

He loses track of Philip and Margaret for a while at the wake.  More people than he expected come up to offer him their condolences, like he has a right to grieve Bobby as much as Eddie, and Hen, and Chim, and Evan.

Finds them again when he hears Margaret asking Evan if he’s ready to leave.  Like she expects her claim on his time to supercede anything else.  LIke Bobby’s fucking funeral.

Turns in time to catch Evan’s absolutely blank look.  “I’m staying.”

Margaret looks taken aback.  “Oh, well, should we meet you for dinner somewhere?”

Evan shakes his head, looks impatient for the first time.  “No.”  For a second Tommy thinks he’s going to leave it at that, and wants to applaud, but Evan seems to realize how blunt that is, or maybe the look of disapproval on Philip’s face clues him in.  Either way he says, “I’m going to stay, help clean up after everyone leaves.”

Margaret’s face tightens, and he wants to shake her, ask what she thought was going to happen here.  They’d flown out for the funeral, so on some level they understand how important Bobby had been to Evan.  Just not apparently on any kind of level that lets them empathize with his grief.  

He doesn’t know where they go, but he does see Margaret and Phillip leave, stopping to talk to Athena before they do.  Has no idea what they say to her, but she looks faintly surprised by it.

Margaret and Phillip are at Evan’s new house, Eddie’s old house, when they finally all get home.  They’ve made dinner.  Like any of them have an appetite, like they hadn’t just put away a semi-truck load of leftovers from the wake -- everyone tries to feed grief, like if you fill up on food, the sadness won’t have anywhere to go. 

Reins it in.  They made dinner.  That was kind of them.  One less thing for Evan and Eddie to have to think about.  He eyes the casserole that Margeret puts on the table.  It’s bland, but inoffensive.  Suspects that Evan could make it better.  Catches Eddie’s eye and has to stifle a snort when it is very clear that Eddie is thinking the same thing.  Whatever grievances Eddie has with him – and Tommy’s prepared to admit they’re mostly merited – they’re on hold for however long Evan’s parents are here.

Dinner conversation starts with polite anodyne conversation about the funeral, how big the turnout was, how nice everyone was at the wake.

It moves on to Phillip saying, “The house is – different.  We didn’t know you’d moved.”

Evan picks at his food and just says, “It wasn’t that long ago.”

Eddie takes the fall.  “I moved back to Texas.  Evan took over my lease.”

Philip nods.  “Maddie hadn’t mentioned that.”  

That brings Evan’s head up a little, “Oh, um, yeah.”  Then he frowns a little.  “Why would she?”

Margaret gives a brittle laugh.  “Well, it’s not as if you tell us anything.  If we didn’t talk to Maddie we wouldn’t know anything at all about your life.”

Tommy bites back the urge to suggest that maybe there’s something they could infer from that.

Margaret looks at where Evan’s plate is still more than half full.  “You’re not eating.” Evan looks at his plate.  “Sorry.  I’m not very hungry.”

Margaret’s lips purse, and he silently dares her to say something.  She doesn’t.  Looks around the living room instead.  “I like this.  It’s much more grown up than your old apartment.”

Tommy winces and concentrates on his food.

Evan’s eyes flick around.  “Yeah.  I guess.”

Her lips purse again.  “Evan, we’re trying.”

Evan looks blank.  Eddie sends Tommy an alarmed look and mouths ‘oh shit’ at him.

Philip clears his throat.  “We came all this way. Your mother made you dinner.  I know you don’t call.  But, is it too much to ask that you talk to us when we’re here?”

“I didn’t ask you to come,” Evan mutters.  And Tommy would bet a lot that he doesn’t realize he’d said that out loud, knows from experience that when you back Evan into a corner he lashes out. Wonders how on earth Evan’s parents don’t seem to know this.

Margaret’s face is a perfect picture of frozen devastation, and he’d feel sorry for her if she wasn’t making Evan’s loss all about her.  Wasn’t making a bad day exponentially worse.

There’s a knock on the door, and they all look around — doesn’t know who it could be, they’re all here. 

Evan gets up to answer it, Tommy sips his wine to have something to do with his hands. Eddie twirls his fork mindlessly in the mess of noodles on this plate. 

“May?” He hears and then, “are you okay? Is Athena— I can grab my coat—“ 

“No, no, we’re—“ something garbled, and then “not fine but –” A pause and then “I talked to Mom and we wanted you to have this.”  There’s the sound of Evan taking a stumbling step back into the wall.

“I can’t, May, that’s for family, that’s for Athena — for you, for—“ and Tommy can’t bear to hear his voice breaking, cracking, gets up and leans into the hallway to see Evan clutching a flag. 

Bobby’s flag. 

“It is for family,” May’s voice is steady, despite the tears running down her face. “Mom said she had their house. His medals. She had what she needed and she wanted you—“ May gulps. “He would have wanted his son to have this.” 

Behind him, Tommy hears two chairs being pushed back and whips around.  

“You need to go,” he hears himself saying before he even realizes he’s going to. He hadn’t said anything earlier, wasn’t sure if it was his place, but he wants to try and preempt whatever they’re going to say now.  

“Evan,” Margaret says, warning and entreaty, looking over Tommy’s shoulder. He feels Evan behind him, turns slightly and can see May standing awkwardly, shifting her feet like she’s not sure she should be seeing this. He understands; isn’t sure he wants to witness this either.

Evan just shakes his head. “Tommy’s right.”

Phillip stands up, arm around his wife’s waist, staring at Tommy.  “He’s here.  He’s not family.  Maddie said you broke up.”  Pauses and then digs the knife in. “She said he broke up with you. That you were devastated.”

And Evan looks at him like it's the first time he's really registered that Tommy's still there, that he hasn't left. And Tommy holds his breath, waiting to see what Evan will say, if he'll finally ask him to leave. 

Instead he says, "He's here because he always shows up when I need him, and because he's willing to keep trying even when we both fuck it up." 

The ‘unlike you’ goes unsaid. But, Tommy's pretty sure people from three counties over heard it loud and clear.

Evan’s on a roll now, all the things he’s been holding back all day coming out now that the dam’s been broken.  “He tried to save Bobby twice, risked his life for Bobby.  Risked jail for him.  And you?  You didn’t even — “ he chokes up.

“Funerals are for everyone else. Wakes are for family,” May says unexpectedly.  “Evan was Bobby’s son.  He gets to decide whoever else he wants to have here.”   She holds Evan’s gaze when he looks at her, and after a moment he nods.  Reaches out for Tommy’s hand, holding it hard.

“I buried my-, my father today. I’d like you to leave.”  Margaret and Phillip are frozen by the dining room table.  Evan unbends enough to say. “I’ll call you before you fly home.”

May looks cooly at Margaret and Phillip, every inch Athena’s daughter. “I have an uber outside, we can drop you wherever.” 

Later, in bed, he’s curled around Evan. “He was supposed to be here,” barely aloud, just a whisper of a breath. “He was going to stand up for me, tie my tie and—“ Evan’s voice breaks and he lets out a single, wracking sob, his back shaking.

“He taught you,” he says to Evan, to himself. “He taught you what you need to know. To do. To be who you are.”

“I never told him,” Evan chokes out, “that I loved him, that he was my—“

“He knew,” Tommy whispers into his shoulder blades. “He knew.”

“He told me he didn’t have to worry.” Evan rolls over and pins him with a stare, the light of the moon just reflecting off the white of his eyes. “That you were good people.  Don’t make him a liar.” Tommy swallows hard, holds his gaze as much as he wants to look down, away, anywhere but at Evan, tear-stained cheeks shimmering in the blue light. “He was a lot of things, but never a liar.”

“I won’t.” It breaks out of him, cracks open his chest and crawls out, like the baby in Alien, leaves him bleeding and open - would give everything to make the lie true.

“You did,” and there it is, Tommy wishes he could take it back, could live up to Bobby’s estimation of him.  He wants to be that man.  For Bobby.  For Evan.

He can’t lie again, “I did.” Looks between them.  “I won’t again.”  Evan’s lashes shadow his cheeks, like he doesn’t want to look to see if Tommy is lying.  He brushes tear off of Evan’s cheek, admits, “I’m really bad at it. Leaving you. I can’t — I can’t stay away. Not if you don’t want me to.”

“I don’t,” Evan says finally.  “I never did.”

“Okay.  Then I won’t.”  It’s a promise to Evan.  To Bobby.  To himself.  

[on-maars]

Am i the only one who went through all the 5 stages of grief and is now back at thinking this is the biggest fakeout and Bobby is alive and well?

[hyruling]

8.17 kind of feels like. ok so the trajectory of the season was absolutely heading towards buddie canon, or at least some feelings realization before the end of the season. we all agree after he’s a renter and he’s straight there was no going back from that. and then tim decides to kill bobby because the spider in his ear said so or whatever. and so they blew up the rest of the scripts and then tim was like oh lol forgot about making my barbies kiss. better throw in an episode framing them as spouses and film their argument in a completely different style and lighting from the rest of the show, and also make sure the actors put as much tension in the scene as physically possible before making up in the warmest most romantic lighting we can get. and then we don’t need to address it again. that should do it

[punksalmons]

uhm i might have posted something on ao3

once in a long while

Bobby takes on the responsability of watching over Buck after an accident during work leaves him 25 years younger.

(read here)

[cantpickyourgenre]

unfortunately, sadly, Buck and I both suffer from WIFE (Where Is Fucking Eddie) no cure until he's back, unforts :(

[thats-the-biz-babe]

You called your boyfriend? Uh, Ex-Boyfriend. *waves excitedly*

[118source]

8.03 || 8.15

[andfor-you]