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Oh my gawd.. just finished up exit wound and what a fantastic journey you took me on. Soooo many kudos! 🥰😁

AHHH, I'm so happy that you enjoyed it! It's been a long and arduous journey, but we all made it in the end! 🥰

Thank you so much for the ask & the comment 🥹

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How bout 42, 52 and 56 for 00Q

Thank you for asking! I am admittedly having way too much fun with this. :D

42. Who has the most self-control?

I adore this question for 00q, because I can see this as a source of great debate between them. Q thinks it's him, obviously ("Only one of us has crashed an Aston Martin into an actual river, 007, and it certainly wasn't me. When you stop needing your own line item in the budget for broken and misplaced gear, maybe I'll take your arguments a little more seriously."), which only makes Bond more determined to prove him wrong. I'm fairly certain that this dynamic plays itself out when they're in bed, and I would beg someone to write that fic, except that @thestalwartheart has already done it, here. (Thank you for your service, Mac!)

52. Who whines the most when they get sick?

Oh, Bond. 100% Bond. I think one of the reasons there are so many fics where Bond goes AWOL from the medical unit or plays fast and loose with medical clearance is because he's such an absolutely terrible patient. It's one thing to be stoic about broken ribs or a healing gunshot wound, but I can see Bond being an absolute grumpy monster when he's got a runny nose or a scratchy throat and has to stay home on the couch. (I wrote one thing where both Q and Bond get sick eventually, but there's enough else going on that there wasn't much whining in the story itself. I like to think that not long after the end, however, Bond drives Q crazy enough that Q eventually just chucks a box of tissues and a pot of Vicks at his head, and leaves him in the care of his cats until he's less of a bear.)

56. Which of the two is the most competitive?

This is another great one, and another extremely close call, I think. The very first scene we have with them both in Skyfall sets up a competitive dynamic between them: Bond is the experienced agent who knows when to pull the trigger, and Q is the wunderkind who can take down a city before his first cup of tea--and they both very much want the other to know that fact about them. I think we see this mellow a bit in Q, throughout the movies--I like to think he has less he has to prove, either to himself or to others. At the end of the day, I think Q has areas of his life where he is equally or more competitive than Bond (as evidenced by the number of truly wonderful fics that have a competitive board game playing element to them), but that Bond's competitive nature is a little more intrinsic and a little less discerning. (This has resulted in a brand new headcanon whereby Bond would absolutely make himself ill doing something stupid like a milk chugging dare or a hotdog eating contest, as long as he won. Q would demur. Do you even know what's in hotdogs, Bond, for goodness' sake?)

Thanks again for the ask, @javachik! Your NomiPenny requests are up next. 😁

And for everyone else, questions are from this ask game! Feel free to send me more if you like.

[thestalwartheart]

How about 59 and 67 for 00Q 🙂

Thank you for the ask, @javachik! I wrote an answer for this and then tumblr crashed on me and nuked my text, so I hope I've remembered everything I meant to say!

59. Who’s the most stubborn?

What a question, haha! I think they're both extremely stubborn, but Bond makes a point of personal branding. I mean, the amount of shit that man has done to prove a point or have the last word. Running through a wall to catch a terrorist? Stealing a three million pound prototype and crashing it into a river?? Coming back from the dead in Skyfall???

Q is stubborn too. He seems the type to stay up late working on a problem or invention out of spite for how difficult it is, and to argue/bicker with the agents until he's blue in the face. But I also think there's probably a point he reaches (especially at work) where he decides he'd rather not die on a particular hill. Bond is ready to die on all of them.

67. Who’s the most spiteful?

I don't see either of them as particularly spiteful. Petty? Absolutely, and I think Bond probably wins there too lol. But spiteful? Not as a consistent character trait. I can imagine certain situations where they might be cruel, like when Bond's had too much to drink and someone reminds him of something awful, or when Q feels genuinely disrespected at work. In those situations, I imagine it's Bond that manages to hit home and really hurt the person he's trying to close himself off from.

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WIP Game

Thank you to @pennybone @anyawen @aniron48 and others who have tagged me for this game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or  tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips .

I don't have many WIPs. I tend to try and push through and finish as the mental load of unfinished WIPs can haunt me a bit. So, you're choices are:

1. Bond/Richard III crossover

2. Most definitely not Two James Bonds

3. Flirting

4. 5+1 OOQ Proposals

5. The Value of an Omega Quartermaster

So I have to find 5 who have not yet been tagged. Eek. Open to anyone who reads this, of course, but tagging @brilcrist @boffin1710 @stinastar @iceforcutie @javachik

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forever in a second too short (home is a heartbeat)

here it is! my contribution to @911lsbb! i hope you're ready for a ride! chapters will be posted once a day for twelve days. are you ready?

on ao3

chapters:

chapter #1: intro — on tumblr

chapter #2: first verse — on tumblr

chapter #3: first pre-chorus — on tumblr

chapter #4: first chorus — on tumblr

chapter #5: second verse — on tumblr

chapter #6: second pre-chorus — on tumblr

chapter #7: second chorus — on tumblr

chapter #8: solo — on tumblr

chapter #9: bridge — on tumblr

chapter #10: third pre-chorus — on tumblr

chapter #11: third chorus — on tumblr

chapter #12: outro — on tumblr

pairings: tk strand/carlos reyes, judd ryder/grace ryder, nancy gillian/mateo chavez, paul strickland/marjan marwani

characters: tk strand, carlos reyes, jonah, owen strand, enzo, judd ryder, grace ryder, nancy gillian, tommy vega, mateo chavez, paul strickland, marjan marwani, izzie vega, evie vega, gabriel reyes, andrea reyes, mitchell, alex, original child characters, original characters

warnings: alternate universe — au, alternate universe — with kids, alternate universe — future fic, alternate universe — school teacher, alternate universe — celebrity, alternate universe — movie, alternate universe — marry me (2022), vaguely inspired by the movie, angst, fluff, cheating (not between tarlos), past/reference drug addiction, grief, references to sister act 2, mentions of death, mentions of accidents, breakup, emotional hurt/comfort, fake dating, more tags to be added

disclaimer: the opinions expressed by certain characters in this work of fiction are not shared by the author.  

rating: teen and up audiences

summary: tk strand is a famous singer who’s about to marry his beau alex fletcher onstage in front of around twenty million fans. carlos reyes is a teacher whose whole live revolves around his twelve-year-old daughter and his classes. when tk’s wedding ceremony goes south because of a video of alex cheating on tk with his assistant, their lives become a tangled mess. as they wade through life together by a whim of fate, carlos and tk learn to move forward from a past that haunts them both and into a future that could be everything they wanted it to be, if they just allowed themselves to be happy.

fun facts about writing this fic!

i’ve used transcripts for both the movie and some episodes of the show. here you have the links!

* marry me

* 911 lone star s01e01

* 911 lone star s01e03

* 911 lone star s01e10

* 911 lone star s02e04

* 911 lone star s02e14

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22 notas. Fecha de publicación: 26 de julio de 2022

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six sentence sunday

the thing is, this is the last snippet i share publicly from the fic™ until it gets posted as part of the @911lsbb challenge. it's done at 108,763 words, only a few loose ends to fix and then the process of proofreading. so yeah, my baby is definitely grown.

since this is the last i'll be posting about the fic™, i wanted to tag some of the people who have made this possible. you guys rock! @tarlos-spain, @noxsoulmate, @doublel27, @moviegeek03, @meloingly, @marjansmarwani, @morganaspendragonss, @alilypea, @alidravana, @ravens-words, @aliceschuyler, @laelipoo, @breannacasey and everyone in our little discord family! this fic couldn't have been done without you, and i'm so grateful for all of you.

here, have the last offering of the fic™ until july... it's angsty, as you might have already guessed.

“What’s wrong is that I don’t have an answer to give Jonah whenever he asks me about why you guys aren’t in our lives anymore,” TK replies, voice tinged with something that’s rawer than pure feeling. Carlos stares at him wide-eyed. “What’s wrong is that I wish you’d be there but I know that I fucked up and I don’t deserve you, or Leyre, or the happiness we had. What’s wrong—” he trails off for a second, looking down at his feet until he seems to muster up enough courage to look back up at Carlos, who’s entranced by the passion that oozes from TK’s words. “What’s wrong is that every morning and every night,” TK continues slowly, deliberately, as though he’s measuring every single sound that comes out of his mouth, “I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me. That’s what’s wrong.”

23 notas. Fecha de publicación: 5 de junio de 2022

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wip wednesday

i'm presenting you today a new snippet of my 911ls big bang, that is slowly but steadily growing. now over 7k!

TK wakes up on the day of his wedding to fingers jabbing into his skin. He groans; he went to bed last night relatively late after spending most of his time after rehearsals playing board games with Jonah. It's way too early for anyone to be trying to wake him up so unceremoniously.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Jonah says, his childish voice cheery and clear. "It's time for breakfast!"

"Oh, is it now?" TK replies, cracking his eyes open in time to see Jonah hovering over him. "C'mere, Jonah," he coaxes. He reaches out, but Jonah playfully bats his hand away.

"Not Jonah here," he says, faking a deep voice. TK smiles at the giggles that follow.

"Not Jonah? Then who are you?" he plays along.

"The Cookie Monster!" Jonah shrieks, dropping his whole weight on top of TK. For a moment they're both a pile of flailing limbs until TK decides on attacking instead of defending, and he launches himself into tickling his brother.

"Aaaah, the Cookie Monster is attacking me!" he cries out. "Time for revenge!"

It's not long before Jonah is reduced to a panting, laughing puddle over TK's covers. He smiles softly at his little brother, hair spiked in all directions and still laughing. "That wasn't fair," Jonah accuses him.

"All's fair in war."

"This wasn't war!" Jonah sticks his tongue out to him. “You were attacking an innocent child.”

TK tickles him some more before allowing Jonah to just lie down with his head on TK’s chest and his arms pinning him to the bed. He thinks it’s nice to have his little brother around. He should ask Enzo to bring Jonah over more often, even though he knows that his schedule is all over the place most of the time. But maybe now that Alex is finally finishing his tour and they’re starting a new page of their life together, TK can settle down enough for Jonah to start spending more time at the penthouse.

Maybe that way Jonah may get to know Alex and stop hating on him.

24 notas. Fecha de publicación: 9 de marzo de 2022

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the dream of someone else

[4,700 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta’ed by @moviegeek03. you're the best, brit. i wouldn't have finished this without you.] [title from you’ve got mail] [carlos reyes, tk strand, original female characters] [alternate universe — college, alternate universe — coffee shop, alternating povs, carlos is a criminal studies major, tk is a health science major, vandalizing of public property, alternate universe — movie setting, loosely based on you’ve got mail au, mentions of past drug addiction, mentions of recovery] [written for @911auweekend, day 1: not your average coffee shop au, day 3: outsider’s pov tinder date au, day 4: writer’s choice and for my good things happen bingo square coffee shop au]

[carlos reyes wasn’t expecting a penpal out of his busy mornings studying at the cafeteria. tk strand hadn’t expected anyone to reply to his message left on a table out of boredom and struggling.]

the dream of someone else on ao3

The cafeteria is bursting with life when Carlos sets foot in the place, ready for a quick break in between his classes. He’s spent the past three weeks holed up in his room trying to finish one of his essays, and he’s made it in time, so he thinks he deserves a reward. However, he would have liked for the place to be a bit quieter. He eyes the tables warily until he sees one free table further inside the cafeteria. He makes a beeline for the table, dropping his messenger bag on top of it noisily. Whatever happens now, this table is his now.

He knows he needs to leave the bag on the table to go order, and he isn’t really so keen on doing so, but he doesn’t want to give up his table and he desperately needs caffeine. He grabs his wallet, checks that nobody would want to steal his secondhand Introduction to Psychology textbook, and runs to the counter. For all the people boisterously chatting across the cafeteria, the baristas are not too busy, so he gets his coffee and a bagel in record time and rushes back to his table. His messenger bag is still on top of the table, and it doesn’t look like anybody has come even close to it. He sighs, falling down on the chair while managing not to spill his coffee, and takes his book out of the bag.

Carlos opens the book at the page he last marked, realizing he needs to take more notes from the book than he initially expected. He huffs; he’s been attending class these past weeks, but the stress of having to hand in an essay on Violence in Society has made him slack in his other classes. He needs to be ready for his class in around an hour and a half — he’s still cursing the planning he made at the beginning of the year, but he thought it’d be great to have such a span of time to relax and do nothing. If he could travel back in time and tell Carlos from three months ago that he wouldn’t have a moment to himself even with the ninety-minute gap between Introduction to Criminal Justice and Introduction to Psychology. He’s grateful that the building where he has most of his classes holds a cafeteria so he doesn’t have to run around campus and waste a lot of time. He skims over the last of the notes he took in class, which should be complementing the ones he takes out of his book, and reads that, according to what he jotted down a week ago, the professor announced they would be paired up for an upcoming project today.

Carlos doesn’t really want to work with anyone these days. He’s a perfectionist, he doesn’t like how other people work, and he ends up taking more than he can manage in order to finish the assignment in time. He’s been lucky to ditch working with peers for the past three months; he guesses his lucky streak ends this afternoon.

With a shake of his head, he focuses back on his textbook. He notices that the paper where he’s been writing down a few ideas is almost full, so he puts the book downwards and sticks his hand into the half-open messenger bag on top of the table. He fishes for a notebook and his pencil case, only to come up with just the former. He mutters to himself, “I know I put it somewhere in here,” before proceeding to turn the bag upside down — careful as to not slosh his coffee out of the cup. The movement makes the few contents inside the bag spill over the table, and as he finally sees his pencil case, falling onto the surface with a thud that gets somewhat lost in the background noises of the cafeteria, he also notices there’s scribble on the table.

He frowns. He isn’t one for vandalizing public furniture, but the presence of whatever message that’s on the surface makes him feel a bit icky about the cleanliness of the cafeteria. “What the—” he refrains himself from swearing, still under the spell of his mother’s words about gentlemen and swearing. He leans in, face almost against the wooden surface, so he can read the black-inked words, so different from his usual chicken scratch.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

He repeats the words slowly in a soft voice, for fear that someone might overhear him and think he’s gone crazy. They roll nicely on his tongue, and the message behind them reaches Carlos’ heart. He’s moved by the force of the verses, which he recognizes are from Henley, and before he knows it he’s grabbing a sharpie and writing in the best handwriting he can muster the following verses to the poem.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

He feels a wave of accomplishment at having followed the poem with the next few verses — conveniently forgetting he’s just written on public property with permanent ink — and sets to re-read his book and jot down a few notes that could help him study for his test.

There's a calmness in the cafeteria right before closing time that TK cherishes. He spends his days running around campus, attending classes or volunteering at the in-campus LGTBQIA+ association he discovered during his very first day of college. And, since about a week ago, he's had to juggle that with having to meet with Carlos Reyes for their joint Psychology project.

Sometimes he hates his life.

He waves at his favorite barista, who's wiping down at the counter, before he approaches her. "Hey, Anne," he greets, leaning onto the surface. "How's the day been?"

"Hectic as always." Anne smiles at him. "Your usual? I can even throw an avocado and Philadelphia bagel in it."

"You haven't run out of them today?" TK beams at her. Those are his favorite treats, but his schedule doesn't allow him to be at the cafeteria before everyone else's gone through the supplies of avocado and Philadelphia bagels.

"Let's say I got one for you," Anne tells him with a wink. "C'mon, TK, I'll bring you your coffee and your bagel to your table."

"You're the best!" He lifts his fingers to his lips to send her an air kiss before turning to his usual table by the far end of the place.

He flops down on the chair, immediately checking the surface for new words. TK knows he shouldn't have done it, but he'd come to the cafeteria one night after his weekly meeting at the local NA — a requirement from his parents in order for him to go to college three thousand miles away from them — and he hadn't felt all that good. He'd taken out his sharpie, and before he'd known it, he'd been scribbling down the first four verses of his favorite poem about remaining whole in the face of adversity. He'd needed the reminder. Anne had almost had a conniption when she'd seen how he'd written on the table.

But, the following night, TK had found the next four verses of the poem scribbled beneath his own four, and his heart had done a giddy somersault. He doesn't know who's behind the chicken scratch, but for a whole week straight he's been exchanging verses and messages. It's been a wild seven days, and there's been some sort of weird comfort in the knowledge that there's been someone at the other end of a sharpie ready to read TK's thoughts and whines.

He checks the surface, but the wood looks pristine — not a single word inked in black and blue.

Anne comes by with his coffee and his bagel, and sighs when he looks up at her helplessly. "Anne—" he begins, but she cuts him off.

"I couldn't stop it," she explains with a shrug after she's left his coffee mug and his bagel with so much as a small droplet of liquid sloshed on the otherwise clean table. "I know it's been some sort of escape these past days, but my manager said she couldn't afford having any table littered like that."

"It's not—" TK bit his lip before raising his voice. He's gone to enough anger management sessions to recognize the signals and try to appease them by breathing in deeply through his nose and exhaling through his mouth before continuing, "I didn't think when I started doing it. I'm sorry. But this is the only way I could communicate with this person," he says in a small voice. He doesn't even know if he's penpalling with a guy or a girl, but he knows the other person might as well be his soulmate, be it romantic or platonic.

"What about you stick to post-it notes?" Anne suggests. "You can place it under the table, make sure it doesn't fall down."

"If it isn't on the surface, how will the other person know where to look?" he asks, frowning. He has a stack of post-it notes, but he isn't sure the glue on the paper will hold for longer than a few minutes. "And won't it be taken away anyway?"

"What's under the table isn't checked that often," Anne offers. "Plus, Abigail from the morning shift thinks she knows who your penpal is," she continues in a conspiratorial voice. "She can always explain where to find the next note."

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30 notas. Fecha de publicación: 22 de marzo de 2022

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the fire within

[1,718 words] [teen and up audiences] [beta'ed by @meloingly] [mateo chavez, judd ryder, captain tatum (house 129), captain andrews (house 122)] [character study, angst, spoilers for s03e02, mentions of collapsed buildings, mentions of rescues, mateo-centric]

[the fire has robbed him of so many things. the fire gave and the fire took, and mateo isn't about to let the flames burning in his soul consume him without having fought back.]

the fire within | on ao3

a sense of family series

Mateo wakes up every morning right with his alarm. He gets out on the bed, steps into the ensuite bathroom in the room that was TK’s but it's now his, brushes the morning breath out of his teeth, and comes back outside ready to make the bed. It's his routine — his schedule for every single day that he's got a shift, no matter his schedule, he never fails. It's simple and yet effective; he's never been late a day in his life, not even when his teachers back at school thought he wasn't the most brilliant pea in the pod and he was lacking motivation. He likes having a structure in his life, and he's been thankful for his ingrained habit ever since the 126 station had been red-tagged for demolition.

He wakes up. He brushes his teeth. He makes his bed. He has some oatmeal and orange juice. He grabs his keys and drives to the 129 firehouse every single shift.

He still feels empty inside.

Switching firehouses — being cast separately from the rest of his friends at the 126 — has taken a toll on him. It'd taken him so long to actually believe in himself, in his abilities, and he'd needed Captain Strand and his northern vision to flourish. He'd found a family in the 126, in the outcasts and the abandoned, in the diversity that painted every single corner of the building with bright colors of acceptance and tolerance. He’d felt like he belonged, for the first time in his life — like there was nothing wrong with him, like he was worthy of being loved. When the 126 got closed, the building fit for rezoning, he thought they had a chance at fighting. He thought they could overcome anything if they stayed together.

He’d been so wrong.

They’d drifted away from the very beginning. Paul, Judd and Marjan had been placed together at the 122, and TK and Nancy had followed Captain Vega first to save the world during a dust storm and then into the private sector so they could remain together. Captain Strand had accepted some position in the higher-up ranks as to be able to get the 126 up and running through a shortcut that, instead of working, backfired on them when Billy Tyson used Captain Strand’s arguments to demolish their hopes and their future.

Captain Strand had demolished Tyson with a well-placed right hook, and that had been the beginning of the end.

And he — he’d become stranded at the 129, with people who hadn’t respected them in the beginning, but who had learned to treat him like a human being after saving his new Captain’s life out of a sense of duty; not because he thought the Captain deserved to be saved when he’d given him so much grief, but because this was — is — who he really is. A first responder. A firefighter.

A damn hero like the movies he loves so much.

Not that he feels much like it right now, in front of the collapsed building that once was Providence Pasture Church, waiting on Captain Andrews from the 122 and Captain Tatum — his own Captain, now — to tell them what to do. He can’t stop replaying the exact moment when the building crumbled around Paul, engulfing his brother-in-fire and sequestering him from the light and the safety of the open spaces around the building. Objectively, he knows the dangers they all face every single day — he’s learned the hard way exactly what they might encounter out there during a call, after what happened to Tim — but it’s very different to see it happening to one of his own. With Tim, he’d been far from the scene, Captain Strand being the only one who actually witnessed the ball of fire impacting against Tim’s chest. With Paul, he’s seen first-hand the collapsed roof giving out beneath Paul; he’s been witness to Paul disappearing in a mist of rubble and dust.

It’s giving him a headache.

“Cap, we gotta get in there before USAR boys put a red tag on the whole building,” Judd is almost shouting at his Captain, who’s having none of that. Captain Andrews goes off about how it’d be safer for all people involved to let the building be red-tagged and start a snail-paced rescue who’d end up being a recovery instead. He sees the moment Judd snaps, the vein in his neck pulsating against his skin as he spits, “Well, with all due respect, Sir, that would take a couple of days.”

“That’s better than the roof of Damocles crashing down on your heads right now,” Captain Tatum retaliates, looking really satisfied at his punch line. His radio cracks to life, a voice requesting his attention, and that’s the moment Captain Andrews chooses to intervene again.

“Judd, you saw what happened the last time we went in. We don't even know Paul or that girl's status. Much less where they are in the pile.”

Judd looks crestfallen for a second, but if Mateo knows him well enough — and he does, because he’s grown up with the old 126 — Judd’s just gearing up for a comeback. “Okay, well, hey, Cap, Cap, Cap, Cap,” he begins, almost breathlessly, gesturing back to where Lindsey’s parents are shivering under the snow. “Hey, look, if we lose their little girl, I wanna be able to look 'em in the eye and say to 'em we did everything we could to save her. And right now,” he continues, “we cannot do that. However, if we go in there and we're quick and we tread lightly, we can take a look around before USAR shuts this whole scene down.”

There’s a pregnant silence, heavy with all the words that are kept unsaid between them, like a wordless conversation that Mateo is still trying to figure out. “Okay,” Captain Andrews concedes. “But if they make the call I want your word, you get your butts out of there right away."

For a moment, Mateo fears Judd's just going to flip off his Captain, but after some tense seconds, he says, "Deal."

Captain Tatum chooses that moment to come back, announcing that the 129 is required somewhere else — Mateo isn't paying enough attention. He's staring back at the building, debris and smoke in equal parts calling his name.

"Chavez," he hears Captain Tatum calling him. "You got a wax build-up? Your house is on the move."

Mateo stares back at him. Suddenly, the whole world has slowed down enough that he can feel the twitching of the Earth under the soles of his boots. He can feel the icy bite of the snow already plummeting from the skies. He dares a glance at the collapsed structure, the broken metal a heap of devastation in front of his eyes.

The fire has robbed him of so many things. The fire took the house he shared with his inconsiderate roommates, but it gave him a home with Captain Strand. The fire sent the 126 tumbling down in between well-placed explosions, but it provided him with a renewed sense of purpose. The fire destroyed Carlos’ condo, but it gave Mateo a new family to come back home to. But when the fire that burned deep within them had finally caught in flames around them — sending millions of sparks igniting around TK as Carlos finally walked out barely hours before Captain Strand made a beeline for Hill Country — then the fire had given Mateo anything but grief and despair.

The fire gave and the fire took, and Mateo isn't about to let the flames burning in his soul consume him without having fought back.

He’s a phoenix rising from the dust that settled in his soul when he got swept away from the place he called home. He’s a supernova ready to explode.

He makes the decision in the split second that takes him to understand the difference between duty and love.

"The 129 may be my house," he says clearly, shocking everyone. He’s staring at his captain straight in the eye. "But Paul's my family.” He takes a deep breath, but he’s not backing down. If anything, he’s soaring. “I have to help rescue him, sir.”

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#911 fox - 1,427 posts

#buddie - 993 posts

#911 fanart - 328 posts

#911 spoilers - 282 posts

#fic rec - 274 posts

#eddie diaz - 247 posts

#911 crack - 214 posts

#911 cast - 186 posts

#evan 'buck' buckley - 177 posts

#118 firefam - 150 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#great parallel there of chim's line about 'buck has a harder job to do' (post-sniper) and then the kids needing their dad in this episode

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So now we know Buck has a special dial-tone set for calls from Chris, agreed?

So what is it?

42 notes - Posted April 12, 2022

#4

911 Firefam from the 5b finale montage (see more here x)

[Image ID: Eddie, having just slid down the fireman's pole on his way to answer an alarm call: "Been waiting months to do that 😁"

End ID]

43 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#3

5x16 'May Day' - something was missing from this scene 😉

[Image ID: Linda and Eddie in Dispatch are watching May Grant standing up for herself with Claudette. The scene has been edited to replace Linda's coffee mug with an oversized popcorn bucket. End ID]

66 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

Hen: I cannot believe I'm in a firetruck with FOUR straight dudes and not one of you can answer me on this!

Bobby, Chim, Eddie & Buck: …

(Then they all reply at once)

Bobby: Umm, four? No, I think you mean three.

Chim: Well at least I do know there's only three straight dudes in here.

Eddie: Ha! No wait, there's three.

Buck: Hang on. Bobby, Eddie, Chim, yes okay - there's not four of 'em Hen. It's three.

Hen: What? Three of… Umm… well, thanks for sharing that with me 😊

(After shift)

Hen (to Karen): Babe I really think I need to get my gaydar recalibrated

76 notes - Posted February 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

9-1-1 (fox) Buddie Hockey fic recs 🏒

'Two Minutes For Roughing' by ok_thanks (M, 11k) a Hockey AU in which NHL winger!Eddie gets traded onto HockeyHimbo!Buck's team.

'Betrayal' by allisonRW96 | @homerforsure (M, 4k) from a whumptober series, so the hockey fic is just this single chapter. More to come from this author! NHL Centre!Buck is betrayed by someone from his past in this whumpy fic.

"love's not a game" by thatbuddie (talktothesky) | @thatbuddie (3k, E) a hockey AU PWP (with surprise added plot) in which two rivals get steamy

'Penalty Killer' by gutterson (M, 6k, WIP) a hockey AU in which both Buck and Eddie are players for the Dallas Stars.

"steppin' into fate" by r_holland | @onward--upward (M, 3k, WIP) a hockey AU in which NHL winger!Buck is concerned about his place on the team after a trade is announced

'puck or fuck' by jewishbucke | @movedto-jewishbucke (T, 2k, WIP) in which Buck's interested in the new goaltender, Eddie Diaz.

"Buck's Bakes At Christmas" by Mansikka | @mansikkaomenabanaani (T, 30k, the first part of a longer series), in which Buck is a baker who invites NHL!Eddie onto his TV show's Christmas special

'Unbridled Hope and Happiness' by chucks_prophet (G, 2k) in which NHL!Eddie meets FigureSkater!Buck and it's hard to tell who is the more charmed.

And finally, some bathena love: 'Fangirl' by ladyjax (T, 2k) in which Athena is a fan of Bobby when he plays for the LAFD hockey team.

And buddie hockey fanart? So good! Try @jooleah (X), and @macarenaandrad3 (X)

More next time on some ice-skating fics! Do suggest any I've missed, or send corrections/tags to add? Cheers!

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100 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

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[just-fandomthings]

I posted 3,064 times in 2022

That's 109 more posts than 2021!

236 posts created (8%)

2,828 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fanboygarcia

@just-fandomthings

@justsomeoneunordinary

@javachik

@eagerforthesky

I tagged 2,792 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#queue’d - 347 posts

#tony stark - 239 posts

#moon knight - 162 posts

#steven grant - 149 posts

#important - 131 posts

#marc spector - 131 posts

#moon knight spoilers - 129 posts

#loki - 120 posts

#bucky barnes - 114 posts

#ofmd - 113 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#but if the latter i want to know your secrets to searching for a post and finding it bc the search function on this site never works 😂😂

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I really hate how marvel and disney looked at Ms. Marvel and decided to do everything in their power to give this show a difficult time— like they wanted it to do poorly. (Don’t get me wrong- Ms. Marvel is fantastic! The acting is stellar, the production and set design is incredible. The show is a breath of fresh air.) But:

Ms. Marvel is the ONLY marvel series to premiere new episodes on the same day as another show on Disney+ (Obi Wan Kenobi.) That limits viewership— it puts one show against the other. And then Marvel/Disney also decided to release Multiverse of Madness to Disney+ on the same day they release new episodes for both Obi Wan and Ms. Marvel. Limiting viewership once again. Why not release Obi Wan or MoM on a different day of the week?? Wednesdays have been the day for Marvel for over a year now, ever since Loki premiered.

I mean, I am yet to come across a single Ms. Marvel post today, while my dash has been flooded with MoM posts. And, not to mention the overall lack of promotion for the show in comparison to Loki, which received promotion above and beyond any other show. They certainly (purposely) undersold Ms. Marvel, which is just a shame because it’s one of their best shows.

I’m not saying I’m surprised Marvel/Disney is doing this, because I’m not surprised at all at this point, but it’s just really disappointing. Ms. Marvel deserves so much more attention than it’s getting.

262 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#4

Rewatching Eternals rn and I just have to say, it’s a shame more people don’t see the beauty and value in this movie. This movie is about moral conflict, about finding yourself, and about love. Eternals has the most stunning visuals we’ve seen from any MCU product thus far, is filled with genuine and powerful representation, and overall it’s an incredible movie. Yes, it has any flaws, but so does everything else marvel has put out. And I really, really recommend that people take the time to watch this movie and then give it the appreciation it deserves!

364 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#3

You can be certain that the funeral was not a sad occasion: one touched with the grief of loss, of course, but the joy of having known so fine a man as this. Certainly, his passing contributed to my decision to go to Romulus. There was nothing now to keep me from taking my leave, and of all of us, I considered him least likely to come back from the dead. The devil would surely not wish to part with such good company.

- Spock, The Autobiography of Mr. Spock

1,084 notes - Posted September 5, 2022

#2

“There is one last subject I must address. I have tried on many occasions to write about Jim Kirk. This seems to me an increasingly impossible task. Jim Kirk lies at the very heart of this account; he is present on every page, the ink in which these words have been written… How do you write about someone that you have so deeply loved?”

- Spock, The Autobiography of Mr. Spock

2,699 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I know this was pointed out in the show but I need to emphasize it again: Marc’s psyche fragmented to include Steven to protect him (Marc) from the pain and abuse and trauma he had and was still experiencing. Steven was Marc’s protector. Whenever Marc got overwhelmed, he turned to Steven for solace and safety.

And in the end, when Marc was being attacked and in danger, what did Steven do? He protected him, without thought, without hesitation, he protected him.

Steven’s last act was to save Marc, again.

2,989 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

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[detectivecarlosreyes]

In Case of Emergency (Ch 10/10)

Ao3 | 2.9/21.4k | Buddie | Status: Complete

Prev. Chapter 

Chapter 10: What’s Next: The Epilogue  Eddie and Christopher have a plan to ask Buck to move in, Buck gets his closure and Chris goes to camp. Set in the end piece of 3x18: What's Next.

As with all the other micro steps they had taken in the relationship up until this point, each one had to be approved first by Chris, because Eddie never wanted to overstep his son’s comfort, and this was no different.

“Bud, would you be okay with me asking Buck to move in with us?”

“Isn’t he already living with us?”

“Kind of, I know he stays over a few nights a week at the moment, but this will be a little different. It’ll mean he won’t have his apartment anymore and will live with us all the time instead.”

With understanding now shining in his eyes, Christopher was on board with the idea immediately bouncing in his seat, “Ohhhhh, okay!”

“So that’s a yes? You’re okay with him moving in?”

“You asked me ages ago if it was okay if he could stay over sometimes. It will be better with him here all the time.” And then he added, as sassily as a 9-year-old could, “Besides, I like it when he’s here, Bucky is a better cook than you.”

“Oh, so we’re being cheeky now, are we?” Unable to let the slander stand he descended upon Chris with a grin and attacked him with tickles, leaving peals of laughter echoing throughout the house in its wake.

Eventually, when the giggles subsided, he told Chris his plan and left him with the important job to decorate the small cardboard box that he bought the other day that they would present Buck’s house key in and make it official.

Now he just had one more thing to do before everything was in place.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

In some ways, Buck had felt like he was still reeling from that moment he first saw Abby after all that time apart. Even now, it seemed as if after finally getting that long overdue sit down with her, that it didn’t seem like it was enough, maybe nothing they said ever would be.

Sure, he was glad to see her happy and had found herself again while she travelled, he could never begrudge her of that after the years she had with her mother. It just would have been nice to get some communication about where she was at wit the relationship. If she had been honest about it when she knew she wasn’t coming back anytime soon he would have been fine with it, because at least then he wouldn’t have felt so strung along, feeling like him waiting wasn’t enough, that he wasn’t worth coming back to.

The fact that though she was sorry for the way he found out about it all, she didn’t actually apologise for how their relationship ended; or more specifically by not actually explicitly giving him the courtesy of breaking up with him. Despite not wanting to harbour any grudges over it he knows it will probably always leave a bitterness to the relationship.

It wasn’t until after he walked away, leaving her on the park bench did he realise why the conversation left him lacking. His part in the relationship was never an important factor to her, not once in her explanation did she seem to consider what she did would affect anyone else but herself. And really, that was the crux of the relationship, it had revolved around her and her needs leaving the relationship unbalanced.

Eddie was right though. Seeing her again, getting that closure, it was something that he needed to finally tie up that frayed, loose end and allowed him to close the book on the chapter in his life once and for all, no longer questioning what went wrong.

It made him realise how lucky he was now. Having found himself in the best relationship he’s ever been in. One that left him and Eddie as equals borne out of mutual love and respect of one another that didn’t leave one more important than the other. They were partners in more ways than one, feeding off each other and becoming each other’s anchors.

As he walked away with Eddie on his mind as he left, he sent him a quick text saying he was going to stop at their favourite bakery and picking up their usual on his way home.

When he finally pulled into the driveway, Buck breathed a sigh of relief, happy to put the day behind him and just be with Chris and Eddie. Getting out of the car, with the bag of freshly baked goods in one hand and his keys in the other he makes his way to the door, fumbling to find the house key only to find it missing.

With a frown he knocked on the door, feeling silly not having his key on him. Eddie was quick to answer looking almost bemused by the circumstance and opened the door wide. Stepping inside, he touched a kiss to Eddie’s cheek as he passed.

“I think I lost my key? But I swear I had it yesterday, I-I can’t imagine how it could have fallen off the key ring.” He offered the explanation as to why he was knocking on the door, something he hadn’t done in some time.

“Don’t worry about it, we can just get another one cut,” Eddie responded lightly and Buck could hear Eddie’s footsteps following him after closing the door, trailing him to the kitchen.

“How did it go?” Eddie asked him gently, changing the subject as he placed his hand over his own still holding the bag of baked goods that he sat on the kitchen bench.  

He sighed another relieved sigh before smiling at him, comforted by his tact, “You were right. It didn’t go exactly how I thought it would, but I’m glad I saw her, I needed the closure.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you got what you needed.”

Before he could elaborate more on what else he realised from his meeting with Abby, the clatter of crutches interrupted them and Chris all but crashed into his side, wrapping his arms around his hips.

“Buck! You’re back!” Gasped Chris before turning to his dad excitedly, “Can we give it to him now?”

Buck looked between Chris and Eddie quizzically and only became more confused upon seeing Eddi’s face light up, seemingly unable to deny his son’s request. “Alright, we can give it to him now. Why don’t you go get it.”

“Okay!” And then he was gone, moving as swiftly as his crutches would allow back in the direction of his room.

He turned back to Eddie, feeling very much out of the loop, “Eddie? Mind telling me what’s going on?”

Annoyingly all the response he got in return was Eddie’s smiling eyes and him saying that he would just have to wait and see. Buck rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement at Eddie’s answer but held his tongue in favour of waiting for whatever he was told wait for.

He didn’t have to wait long, with Chris re-entering the room at a hurried pace carrying a small blue box. Buck watched as Chris slowed to a stop in front of Eddie to which Eddie, bent over and whispered something in his son’s ear.

He knelt down when Chris turned back to him, much like when Chris gave him that card at his welcome back party at Athena and Bobby’s all those months ago.

“What’s that you got there, bud?”  

Chris just grinned his excitable goofy grin that Buck loves with all his heart and held out the box to him. Buck looked between Chris and the box outstretched in his grasp and took it delicately. Upon closer inspection of the box Chris had just handed him, Buck realised that it wasn’t just blue. It had been hand decorated with a blue marker around the sides, with the drawing of a house adorned on the lid.

With a sharp look between the two Diaz’s, he lifted the lid on the box to find a key resting on a pillow of white crepe paper that he knew was leftover from one of Chris’s class projects that he helped to construct. His key. The one that Chris insisted that they paint the thumb end of, so everyone knew whose key it was, was the same blue as the ring that he had attached to Eddie’s key to his own apartment.

“This is my key. I thought I lost it. What are you two up to?” He asked even though he was already putting the clues together, but he wanted a verbal confirmation of what this gift represented.

“Did you want to ask him Chris?” Eddie asked, moving to stand behind his son with his hands resting atop his shoulders, clearly as excited as Chris was about what was about to be asked.

“Bucky, will you move in with us? O-officially.”

Buck couldn’t stop the sting of happy tears prick at his eyes or keep the wide grin that threatened to split his face. “It would be my honour to move in with you.”

Opening his arms wide, he invited Chris for a hug who instantly fell into his chest wholeheartedly. Looking up over his head, Buck looked at Eddie’s glowing face and reached around Chris to take hold of his wrist to drag him down and make the hug and them complete.

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Waking up the next morning, Buck revelled in the domesticity of the moment, sharing the bed with the man that he loves; In the place that he could confidently call home without any further hesitation even though in his mind he’d been calling it that for some time. Everything was perfect and felt so, so right. He knew that nothing had really changed considering that he had been practically living in the Diaz household but it felt different, there was a permanence to it now.

He watched as Eddie slumbered, a much more peaceful and restful version of the man than what he used to be when they first started sleeping in the same bed, no longer on high alert on their days off. Now, Eddie woke sluggishly uninhibited by expectation, knowing that there was no hurry to awaken while Buck was present beside him.

At some point, they left the comforts of the bed and migrated to the kitchen, where Chris would join them from the living room have been watching tv while he waited for them to wake. In the kitchen, he would begin preparing them a cooked breakfast, a common occurrence for when they have the luxury of having a morning together while Eddie moved around him to make the coffee.

With May’s graduation party in the afternoon, they eventually got dressed, doing their best not to dress too similarly but still end up deciding on the same colour scheme. And then, as with the last few gatherings they had been to, the three of them arrived together at the Grant-Nash household in Eddie’s truck.

And with that happiness that came with the day before, Buck found him celebrating and being even more affectionate and open than usual, riding on the excitable energy of everyone around him. Through it all he did eventually find himself seeking out Bobby, remembering what he said on the train and didn’t get the chance to address it in his office after the fact.

With the din of the music at their backs, he joined Bobby on the deck, hands in his pockets, “Hey, um, I just wanted to apologise, f- for the train.”

Bobby just waved away the apology with a shake of his head, “Look it’s alright, we both got a little hot. You doing okay?”

A grin took over at his face as he turned to Bobby, thinking about the previous day, “Yeah, I think I am.”

“Good.”

With his thoughts on Eddie and Chris, he corrected himself, “Actually, you know what? I know I am. I’m moving in with Eddie and Chris, they just asked me yesterday.”

“That’s great news Buck,” with that, Bobby offered his hand in congratulations before pulling him in for a hug. Buck sunk into it finding a parental comfort in the embrace and feeling like everything in his life was finally falling into place.  

** ** ** ** ** ** **

And so, with him now living with Diaz pair, it was time for him to start the process of ending the lease to his apartment. He had a month to pack his things and sell what furniture he would no longer need, which was most if not all of it.

Boxes were gradually transported between the two locations with Chris helping with the packing and unpacking of the small bits and pieces that he had which decorated the apartment. Chris became the deciding force of what he should keep, even if he didn’t think he needed to keep them and helped find a home for them in the house, wanting to make the space his as much as theirs.

They only had a couple of weeks with him though, before he set out for the long-awaited camp, leaving a card with the two of them as they saw him off, decorated in hearts and stating simply:

You are going to have a Great Time.

Love, Christopher.

Eventually, through their days off, they had the last of his clothes packed in a bag and the last box was sealed, with the last of the bigger items from the bedroom finally sold and ready to be picked up by the buyers in the following days.

“I can’t believe this is it,” Buck said, sitting on the floor of the now empty apartment, Eddie sitting across from him finishing sealing the box, having let himself into the apartment like always only a couple of hours ago with a new roll of packing tape.

With the box sealed, Eddie propped his elbow up on the box before him, resting his face in his hand with a soft smirk playing on his lips, “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”

“Absolutely not. Never in a million years.” He breathed, finding himself staring love-struck into Eddie’s eyes. They sit like that for longer than was necessary, faces only a couple inches apart and bodies separated by the box between them.

Eventually, he broke the silence huffing a chuckle to himself, reminded of something Eddie once said.

“What?” Eddie asked good naturedly, a laugh bubbling on the words as he spoke.

Buck propped his head upon his hand, mirroring Eddie, “Are my eyes twinkling like the stars, Eds? Cause yours right now are shining like the sun, they do that when you’re happy, did you know?”

“Oh my god!” Groaned Eddie, burying his face in his hands in embarrassment, “That was so long ago, Buck! I can’t believe I said that, and honestly, I had I hoped you wouldn’t remember.”  

“How could I forget!” Buck quietly exclaimed, bemused by the flush creeping up Eddie’s neck and warming his face, “You were far too cute saying whatever you were thinking, Mr astronaut. I’m surprised that you remember though, you were still so far gone at that point.”

“Don’t remind me, that was still the weirdest hangover I’ve ever woken up to. Not to mention the fact that you not only took off my boots for me, but you also plugged in my phone, set an alarm and left a message explaining what happened.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to sleep the day away or wake up confused, let alone do it all while still wearing your boots in bed!”

“Even back then when I was just your friend from work, you cared that much,” Eddie mused, wonder in his eyes.

Buck shrugged bashfully, “I just did what anyone one would do.”

“The fact that you think that--” Eddie shook his head, “The way you care about people is just one of the things I love most about you.”

Eddie groaned as he stood up, stretching his legs before stepping around the box and reached down to him, “Now, come on, it’s time we finished up here and take these boxes home.”

With a soft smile on his lips, Buck placed his hands in Eddie’s and let him haul him to his feet. They took the last of the boxes home, leaving the apartment completely empty, and unpacked them, and 3 days later they were dropping their apartment keys off at the realtor, making it well and truly final.  

It was strange to think that all that time ago when they first gave each other their key that they would end up here. Using them rarely for that intended reason of it being an emergency key before their use quickly evolved into something more intimate. That the key to their home was no longer used for emergencies but became an extension to their hearts instead.

*

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And to think that Buck marked the day that the Diaz’s asked him to move in and mirrored it exactly a year later using a similar box that they presented the key in, having re-commissioned Christopher to reprise his role of decorating another one. except this time, it didn’t have a key but a very special ring instead.

Buck barely got the question out before Eddie was already saying yes.

[fighterkimburgess]

OMFG....the soulmate goose of enforcement. I cannot tell you how much I need this in my life!!! Cuz Geese are the mightiest assholes of the bird world so that means greatness!

Geese are fucking evil. Absolutely fucking evil.

And this goose is an asshole.

[aniron48]

4, 12 and 49 for nomipenny 😁

Thank you for the NomiPenny asks, @javachik! I'm writing a NomiPenny fic at the moment, so this was not only an utter delight to do, but a huge help in continuing to think about their characters. :D

4. Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

While Nomi hides her old soul beneath a layer of snark and a fierce fashion sense, she's the one with more albums by Edith Piaf and Ella Fitzgerald and the Marvelettes, and yes, she has them on vinyl. No, you can't borrow them. Get your own. Eve, in contrast, knows the name of that Franco-Algerian dubstep group AND the Swedish indie folk duo (no, not the sisters, the other ones) practically before the ink is dry on their record deals. She'll happily send you her recommendations, but don't even think about asking for a pirated album. Support the artists by buying their music yourself, or she'll sic Q on you.

12. Which of the two rolls their eyes most often?

Oh my God, the eye rolling is EPIC between these two. I like to think that Eve is a bit quicker with the biting commentary, and Nomi's a bit more dramatic with eye rolling and big sighs, especially when they're directed at her predecessor. But both of them can deliver a well-timed eye roll, there's no doubt in my mind about that. It's an art AND a science.

49. Who's the most concerned about details and semantics, and who doesn't care at all?

I am once again playing fast and loose with the brief here in order to say that, to a certain extent, they are both extremely concerned about details. My impression of Eve and Nomi is that they have both had to work exceedingly hard to get to where they are at the top of the intelligence world, Nomi in the field and Eve keeping everything running on the admin side. Neither of them rode anyone else's coattails to greatness, and there lies in each of them an almost pristine attention to detail, I think. With that said, I think their approach to the finer details of problem solving does likely diverge. If Eve and Nomi lose the keys to their Subaru (yes they have a Subaru, don't @ me) on their way back from a hike, Eve is the one pulling out her phone to google where they can get a replacement key fob for the exact make and model of the car. Nomi is the one who shoots the lock and then hot-wires the car. Eve is not impressed.

This has been a ludicrous amount of fun! Questions are from this ask game, and my asks are still open or both NomiPenny and 00q.

[thestalwartheart]

For the writing ask.... how about # 10 and # 22

Hi @javachik! Thanks for sending in a writing ask 💖

10. Top three favourite fic tropes.

For sure it's:

Friends to lovers

There's only one bed! Oh no!

Any H/C fic that gives me 'Who did this to you?' vibes.

Also sex pollen but it's not really a Bond fandom specialty lol.

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

I mean...for me, at least, it's the comfort of diving into a familiar universe again and again, and finding new ways to love these characters while they find new ways to love each other.

There was a post floating around on my dash a few days ago about fanfiction being particularly comforting for people who were considered gifted as kids but are now burned out because it provides "a steady stream of joyful moments (rewards) without costing too much of the mental effort that is already in short supply." I'd say that's probably what's happening here lol.

But then there's just that thing about there being infinite paths to loving the same person, and the idea of universal constancy that no writer-made obstacle can destroy.

Essentially, like Benoit Blanc, I anticipate the terminus of Gravity's Rainbow. 😂

[shesmyboot]

Introducing Ficstravaganza Countdown to Christmas!

Each Saturday in December at 4am GMT -5 (Eastern Standard Time) I will be posting a Christmas one shot for 4 fandoms! I have already started writing because I have two other secret santa’s to participate in! Join in if you’d like (you don’t have to write fic, you could share icons that are holiday themed instead, for example)! If you are joining in (I’d love it if you could), please tag all work with #holidayficstravaganza2021, so I can see your work!

Here’s the dates and fandoms I’m writing for!

December 4- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

December 11- 9-1-1

December 18- Station 19

December 25- Chicago Fire

You can choose to post for other fandoms if you don’t write for certain ones!

For example, if you don’t write for Brooklyn Nine-Nine or Station 19, you could post for Law and Order SVU and Chicago PD on those days!

Please send me an ask if you would or wouldn’t like to be tagged in Ficstravaganza. I will be following all Taglist form answers if you don’t send an ask!

Anyone who creates for Ficstravaganza will be tagged by me whenever I post reminders or a ficstravaganza fic!

tagging a few friends and mutuals under the cut if they want to join!

@fighterkimburgess @morganupstead @mustprotectmattcaseyatallcosts @sylviebrettisaswiftie @ivystwobridges @hotchsbabygirl @stell-stellakidd @javachik @shayveridekidd @district447

[outrunningthedark]

i was tagged by @buckspooked + @cowboydiaz 🧡🤍 thank you so much, my loves!!  Rules: Spell out your URL with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL on love, in sadness by jason mraz us (acoustic) by james bay too hot for you to hold by rosie darling river by leon bridges u by au/ra never would have made it by teyana taylor nervous by CHARLOTTE i love you always forever by donna lewis no country // the jezabels give you blue // allen stone tread by LOONY hell yes, i’m betting on you by GRANT everything i’m not by the veronicas droplets by colbie caillat + jason reeves  all along by kid cudi runaway horses by belinda carlisle kisser by step rockets   @afleetingindecency @beaarthurs @bisexualdiazs @caitlesshea @ceftali @dijkstraspath @escapes-definition @fangkinkdiaz @georgiou @halinski @icantfandom @iwantmessedup @javachik @katgracemcnamara @kitkatpancakestack @ktinaj @not-a-fever-dream some of you have probably already been tagged, but you’re under no obligation to participate!  have a good one, babes. i love you all. 💞

[bvckleydiaz]

Can I just say I can’t believe I’m already celebrating 500 followers?!

I hit 500 about a week ago, just in time for my whole theme change, but I didn’t really know how to celebrate because I’m not very artistic (without my camera) 😂 so shoutout to my sunshine for giving me multiple ideas!

You guys don’t know how much y’all mean to me. I never would’ve thought I’d get to this point? I mean 500?!! Wow it’s crazy to type or say out loud. Thank you to every single person who has reblogged my stuff, who’s responded to me (because I love getting responses), and even to those who just like my stuff. I’ve reached over 600+ notes on things before and that’s too insane to even comprehend. Just a HUGE thank you to everyone. I’m not very good with words, so I’m just gonna wrap it up here.

🎉 So let’s celebrate 500!!!! Send me any of these emojis! 🎉

💯- I’ll give your blog a rating! 1 (being eh it’s a good blog) - 10 (being I’M OBSESSED with your blog)

💭 - Send me any of YOUR posts you want me to reblog!

🎶 - I'll shuffle my playlist and give you the first song that comes on.

❤️ - if you want a (small) love note from me to you.

🌼 - if you want a compliment on your blog.

🐙 - I’ll send a random meme from my camera roll.

👀 - give me an unpopular opinion on anything 911/Lonestar/Chicago Fire/Criminal Minds/Outer Banks related and I’ll rate it based on what I think out of 5! 1: ehh I don’t agree 5: I wholeheartedly agree.

or

💫 - just come talk to me! I love getting to know others and I could always use some more besties on here!

Once again, thank you!!!

Tagging my beautiful moots who continue to bring me so much joy everyday 💕 @kelly-severide @burzekbrettsey @loveyourownsmiilee @doctornineandthreequarters @mistmarauder @tkstrrand @tkandbuck @imaginebuck @sunshinestrand @seik-o @fireladybuckley @florenceandthemachine @gins-potter @gilbxrt-blythe @h-isforhome @juddsryder @javachik @matan4il @fernnette @buddie-buddie @sneetchestoo @alexlvnn @princessfbi @sixringss @carlosreyess @tulipsfrom-medusa @evanbuckos @118hasmyback @hotchsbabygirl and there’s probably some I’ve missed, but my brain can’t focus right now. If you aren’t tagged, it’s not because I don’t appreciate you or what you bring into my life/onto my blog. I’m grateful for you all!

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Rules: spell out your url with songs and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

Tagged by @certifiedbisexualdisaster

A - Alone by Heart

S - Spiderwebs by No Doubt

T - Toxic by Britney Spears

U - Under Pressure by Queen

D - Dyin’ to Love by Smallpools

Y - You and I by Barns Courtney

I - I Want It That Way by Backstreet Boys

N - Normal Like You by Everclear

F - Fred Astaire by Jukebox The Ghost

I - It’s the End of the World As We Know It by REM

C - Coming Home (Oregon) by Mat Kearney Tagging: @accal1a @brainfuzz @javachik @ollieofthebeholder @comedancewithmezane @janusa @mahmah-tee @merindab @jillthemenace @selkiestars @gretchenzellerbarnes