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broodygaming · 1 year

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Juuust venting.

Idk. I don't even expect ppl to read this, it's okay, I'm fine literally just typing it out for the sake of typing it out cuz I don't have anyone I can chat about it with.

But I'm 30 years old, disabled and living with my mom and things have gone from weird to bad to worse and idk what to do about it. I can't get a job, I can't work, I can't seem to qualify for disability. I can't seem to do anything.

My mom is a good kind person in so many things. But idk. I think she really genuinely didn't think that me moving in with her would be permanent. I think she just assumed I'd get it together and get a job and leave again. I was always the most self sufficient kid. I moved away! I was doing good! So it seemed from a distance anyways.

Now it's like, every day she's just MAD that I just can't do things. She gets mad that I'm forgetful or that my spoons are like 0 all the time. She gets mad that I'm not magically clearing the entire property by myself or I'm not building all these things or doing all these things. She just gets mad mad mad that I don't function. I think it just confuses her? Or scares her? Idk. And she'll weaponize my disability in this really weird way. She'll say things like "well if you're really THAT disabled maybe I should hire a baby sitter for you because you can't be trusted to be alone." Literally. And when I say no, that's weird I don't need that - it OF COURSE means I must just be lying about how bad everything else is!

I don't have anywhere else to go. I have one single friend in the universe and things are always kinda tense with her too. She's offered to let me come stay in her shed, haha. Her husbands a contractor so that's not as bad as it sounds. He'd make it nice and functional. But it would ruin our relationship.

It's not sustainable to just couch hop, I can feel kind people thinking of typing out an offer - but lbr, that's just not sustainable. I'm not going to magically get better. I'm not temporarily out of work. It's not just for until I get things "figured out". I need a permanent solution.

So I'm genuinely thinking of just refurbishing my truck and putting a mattress in the back and buying a recharable solar battery and a fancy bucket and going on the road. It's an old truck (almost 300K miles!! YES you read that right!! Old ass work truck!! but it runs really well and is stupid sturdy). And maybe just living off the cash assistance I get from the government and camping? I like to camp, I like being outside. And maybe I just sleep in my truck in parking lots and then for a few nights of the week stay at a campsite to freshen up?

Lots of people do it, so I know it's doable. It'd be hard to give up creature comforts like plumbing and really (I know this is dumb but) my computer. I like video games haha, it's one of my fav past times. I know my bigger hold ups should be like, security and warmth and shit. But still. I have so much time and energy put into these stupid pixels it's hard to imagine giving that up.

And my animals! I'd have to sell my goats, probably just give my chickens to my neighbors. And even though it's literally so so irresponsible, I'm taking my fucking dog. I've had to give up one dog previously because I was temporarily homeless and couldn't find a rentable space that was pet friendly. And I swore I'd never do it again. Plus - even though it's irresponsible and her food costs easily 80 bucks a month - I actually think I'd be a lot safer with her with me. And less alone. I think she'd love it, tbh. I don't think this would permanently burn bridges with my mom. She'd be mad, but if I called her and said Dahlia's sick I need money for a vet she'd give it to me. And if she wouldn't, my friend would and they have money to spare. So I actually think, out of everything that's not that big of a gamble. I have a safety net for her. And I'm good at doing yearly shots myself etc. So it's just emergencies, food and 3 year rabies shots I can't do myself.

Another reason I'm spitballing all this here is it's not for sure. Hopefully it doesn't come to this. But my mom and I have been fighting relentlessly and there's no end in sight. She's like, mad that I'm here. And comes home mad that I'm here. It's exhausting and it's not going to get magically better. She bought this property and is now throwing it in my face like I'm the one who forced her to do it. She's terrified she won't be able to retire and is blaming me for it. I don't want to be a burden and she clearly doesn't want me to be one anymore either and idk who else I can ask. Who else can I INFLICT my existence on to? This is why disabled people end up in abusive relationships and then stay. What are the fucking options? I'm so grateful I have my physical health and am able to even think of taking such a physically demanding option.

So it's like a 30% chance it comes to this. I'll try and just adjust and put up with things being weird and toxic because that's better than shitting in a bucket in the walmart parking lot. For now.

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midnightcowboy1969 · 2 years

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What are some of your favourite movies?

Thank you for the ask! (Don't take the numbers too seriously)

Midnight Cowboy (1969), dir. John Schlesinger - Joe Buck the Texan dishwasher goes to New York to hustle women but falls for the little scammer Rico Rizzo who offers him a place to stay when he in record-speed becomes homeless.

A New Leaf (1971), dir. Elaine May - Henry Graham, a rich man who has been living a very unsustainable lifestyle, is now broke. He wants to find a wife, kill her and then inheret her wealth. He ends up with Henrietta, a rich, family-less, botanist who is also a big clutz. ROMANCE.

Gilda (1946), dir. Charles Vidor - Johnny Farrell (bad bi rep) goes to Argentina and gets rescued from being mugged by the casino owner and tungston cartel boss Ballin Mundson, and starts working for him. One day Ballin has found himself an American wife, Gilda. Surprise, surprise. She's Johnny's ex. Drama. Amazing. Women's rights, as Johnny and Ballin are peak misogynistic.

The Roaring Twenties (1939), dir. Raoul Walsh - Eddie Bartlett returns home from the war and its rough being a veteran. He ends up working for the mob and then teams up with George Hally (who is >:)) and they go right to the top. There's like a love-gemoetrical shape. Jean Sherman, a performer, likes Lloyd Hart (friend of Eddie who works for him) but Eddie wants Jean. The singer Panama Smith yearns for Eddie. George and Eddie are married and divorced at the same time. Amazing. Love it.

Deadhead Miles (1972), dir. Vernon Zimmerman - Alan Arkin and Paul Benedict drive a truck. That's it. The music is great. The dialogue is interesting.

Harvey (1950), dir. Henry Koster - Elwood P. Dowd, a pleasant man living with his sister, has an invisible rabbit friend. People think he is mentally unwell, and his sister wants him put away. Pleasantness prevails! Long live kindness!

3:10 to Yuma (1957), dir. Delmer Daves - Dan Evans must regain his fatherly masculinity, he thinks, after his sons see him willingly hand their horses over to Ben Wade and his gang of outlaws etc etc. Because there's a drought, the Evans family also needs cash (for their little ranch), and so Dan agrees to help get Ben to prison in Yuma, aka. on the 3:10 train to Yuma. In Contention City, Dan and Ben are in the bridal suite, and Ben being a slut temptress tries to bribe Dan with cash into letting him go while >:) on the bridal bed. Amazing. Iconic.

The Wicker Man (1973), dir. Robin Hardy - Police sergeant Neil Howie goes to Summerisle to find the missing girl Rowan. Everybody there are unchristian sluts to Howie's horror. Unbeknownst to him, he is a fool. Very good.

Real Life (1979), dir. Albert Brooks - A fictional version of Albert Brooks wants to make a movie about real life! He gets himself a family and some scientists to study this thing. The problem is that Brooks is not completely stable and well... what is 'real life' on camera. Amazing! Love it!

Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978), dir. Philip Kaufman - Aliens are taking over and look just like us. Donald Sutherland and Brooke Adams are so <333333. If you've not seen it, it's kind of fun having seen the 1958 version first (the book isn't all that) so you get the little thing about the man running around all :'0. And, it's a good movie. Both are good.

I have many more. These are the ones I remember now :))) Thank you again :)))

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sortofanobsession · 2 years

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Starting to think that Truck hates me (Final Piece of In a Flash or Two)

Part 3 of sorts. Buck's POV, because I had to make it more Buddie. So this is more wishful thinking than speculative.

Part 1: In a Flash or Two (9-1-1 Pre-6b Speculative Fic) Eddie's POV

Part 2: In the face of repeated turmoil Bobby's POV

A/N: Again, I didn’t get to give this a final read through because of a migraine but I wanted to get it out as soon as I could. So it may get edited after posting. Please excuse any typos. I don’t have a beta reader and my brain is just not having it today.

Buck doesn't know what is happening until it's too late. He doesn't know until the pain starts. It is searing and unbelievable. It is too much. He blacks out.

He wakes up to the feeling of overwashed sheets and bright lights. He groans. Everything feels off. His eyes are sore. Actually, everything is sore. It's like he did a full-body workout and then ran into traffic. His senses feel off, but he has them. He hears his sister's voice. He feels a hand on his. He focuses on her and what she says.

"That's it, Evan," she says. He thinks he can hear her smile. "Take your time."

She squeezes his hand. He is sluggish, but he squeezes back. It's like it takes twice as long for his brain to sense what is happening and return the action. But he is getting quicker.

"You're safe, and you're not alone," she assures him. "I'm here. Bobby's here. Everything will be okay."

He opens his eyes. He has to blink a bunch before his eyes seem to focus.

"How do you feel?" Bobby asks from where he stands. Leaning ever so slightly towards him.

"Like…I'm starting to think that truck hates me."

Maddie chuckles, and Bobby sighs. Buck looks up to see a relieved smile on his captain's face.

"Understandable, but I might need more than that. Doctors might not understand that one."

"Like my senses are on a live TV censor delay," Buck admits. They both laugh this time, and it eases something in Buck's chest. He can't help but smile.

"You know the drill, Evan," Maddie says. "Where are you on the pain scale, 0-10? 0 being no pain. 10 being the worst pain in your life."

"Umm…like a…6? My neck hurts, and my…" he gestures to his upper thighs, hips, and torso. "This kinda hurts."

"Okay, 6 is okay, they gave you some pain meds already, but I'll let them know."

Maddie goes to talk to the nurse.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I was on the ladder. It was storming. Then it hurt like hell and then waking up."

"That makes sense," Bobby assures him, squeezing his shoulder gently. "You were hit by lightning and fell off the aerial. Your safety line caught you. The harness left a few painful marks, but it kept you alive. That's why you’re sore in a few spots." Buck nods when he gets it.

Bobby lets him know the guy that was with him on the truck was already released as Maddie comes back in with the nurse.

After the nurse leaves, Buck looks at the clock and then around the room. Normally Eddie would be here. Eddie isn't here. That's odd.

"Wait, where's Eddie? Did he go home?" Buck can’t help but ask.

“Let me start by saying that Eddie’s stable. He was struck too,” Bobby starts. “He looked like more of a contact strike. You, on the other hand. Your turnout gear might have helped you a bit, but you have one hell of a burn.”

“Can I see him? I wanna see him,” Buck says.

"Eddie is okay," Bobby assures him. "Not going anywhere yet. You or him. But he's stable."

"You need to get yourself better before you can do anything for Eddie," Maddie points out. "His aunt and Hen are with him."

"What about Christopher?"

"He is at Isabel's, and Carla said she'd help if needed."

"He's okay, just worried about you and Eddie," Maddie adds. The doctor comes in, cutting off any chance that he’ll get to see Eddie soon.

The doctor explains a lot to him. 90% of people hit by lightning live. What kind of life they have varies. It all depends on how much energy actually went through him, where it hit, and what organs might have been affected. He gets that. He knew what electricity did to the body. It was his job to know. Direct strikes are more likely to be fatal. When they aren’t fatal, they leave damage that is often permanent. Between 70-80% never get back to normal. He is given a list of things they want to monitor for. Neurological and musculoskeletal damage, seizures, muscle spasms, vision issues, and damage to his cardiovascular system since his heart stopped and CPR was required. That means tests. Lots of tests he is going to hate. The only not-so-scary thing was that he’d be left with Lichtenberg figures. A weird scar. Just what he needed, more scars. It’s a lot to take in. How was he going to come back from this? Nope, not going to think about that. He’d come back from worse odds, hasn’t he? Like surviving a bombing and a crush injury. Blood clots. A tsunami while on blood thinners. Surviving something that is usually survivable, like lightning. He’d be fine, right? 20-30% of people move on just fine. And he had the advantage of being physically sound and fit for duty when it happened. That counted for something, right? And having quick-acting colleagues that got him medical treatment as fast as possible. Sure, he might end up on more meds for some time, but it wouldn’t be forever, right? He’d be fine. Like always. Yeah, he had to be. He wondered what Eddie’d be left with. He really wanted to go see Eddie. His head hurts. Maybe he’ll ask again once he gets a bit of sleep. Maybe his eyes will hurt less.

When he wakes up again, Bobby and Maddie are still there. They tell him nothing has really changed. Eddie’s still out, but that’s not a bad thing. That Buck should probably still be out too. So he doesn’t fight it when he feels tired again.

The third time he wakes up, Bobby is gone. Hen is there. Maddie refuses to leave.

"Eddie woke up," Hen tells him. “Bobby's been in with him.”

"How is he?" Buck asks.

"Panicky, grumpy, so not too far off normal," Hen jokes. "He's okay, Buck. He was more worried about you than anything."

Hen heads home once it is clear both of her idiot teammates aren't going to die overnight. She encourages them both to get some sleep and quit being stupid.

A bit later, when it was still just him and his sister, Buck gets antsy.

"Pain?" She asks. He shakes his head. "So bored?" He half-shrugs. "Then what's up?" She asks. When he hesitates to answer Maddie looks at him. She studies him. "Something to do with Eddie?" She asks, a soft look on her face.

"I…okay, yeah," Buck admits. "He probably regrets making me Christopher's guardian now."

"I highly doubt that," Maddie says. "You really do think acts of nature are your fault, don’t you…"

"No, but you gotta admit I'm not much help to either of them now."

"I am sure Eddie disagrees."

"He shouldn't. I mean, look at what happened. Look where we are. Look at what might-"

"If you are worrying about what I think you are, knock it off." They both turn to see Eddie in the doorway. Begrudgingly in a wheelchair as per hospital policy. Bobby behind him.

"Tia Pepa went home," Eddie tells them. "Abuela will be here in the morning."

"He wore the staff down until they let him come visit," Bobby tells them as he moves to sit in one of the chairs.

"Now, what were you talking about?" Eddie asks.

Buck doesn't answer.

"Buck, if this is about Christopher-"

"Maddie, when was the last time you ate?" Bobby asks. "I could go for a snack or something. Need to stretch your legs?"

"Good idea," Maddie agrees, and they both make a hasty exit.

"Wow, very subtle," Buck grumbles.

Eddie huffs. "Forget them. Now tell me, what makes you think I'd doubt choosing you as his guardian now?"

"Because we're both here. Because I'm here as often as you are. And usually-"

"We're both here because I didn't think about the risks when I saw you just hanging there. Lightning was still very much a treat, and I ignored it."

"You're here because of me?" Buck asks.

"No, Buck. I'm here because of me. Because the idea of you not being here in this room is scarier than us both being here. Because that would mean you didn't make it. And if you didn't, and I just stood there…not possible. I told you I would have your back. I have yours, and you have mine. If that means occasionally we end up here together, so that one of us not coming back at all-"

"But that's insane. Christopher needs you," Buck states.

"We've been through this, Buck," Eddie says in an exasperated, yet some how fond tone. "He needs you too. You aren't expendable. You are-"

"But if it comes down to me or both of us, then you should-"

"You will never convince me to stop trying to save you, Buck. Never. Just like I know I couldn't convince you no matter how hard I try. Because that's what we do for people we care about. That's what we do for our family."

"But I'm not-"

"I swear on all that is sacred; if the next word out of your mouth is that you aren't our family, I might forget that you got your brain fried today and strangle you myself."

"Empty threat," Buck says. "And you got fried too. That's what started all this."

"What started this is neither of us were smart enough to look for St. Elmo's Fire, the one and only sign I know of for an imminent lightning strike."

"So you didn't consider the risks, huh? Thought everyone figured you were the more rational one of us."

"When have I ever been rational when it comes to your dumb ass trying to get yourself killed?"

"Says the guy who has been shot how many times? And for the record, I've been told numerous times I have a nice ass."

"Tell me something I don't know, your ass might be a work of art, but the rest of you is still stupid reckless," Eddie spits back. It takes a second for both of them to realize what he just said. "Uh…"

"You think my ass is a work of art?" The smug grin on Buck's face was only slightly betrayed by the tips of his ears turning red.

"Objectively, you could say- aw screw it," Eddie fails to keep his head about him. He still can't get past the image of Buck just dangling there. The idea that he was gone was too fresh in his painkiller-filled mind. "Yes, Buck, your ass is a masterpiece, and it is a distraction that I will happily endure every shift. Especially whenever we get stuck washing the truck or the rig. Like good God, Buck, have you-"

"Me? Have you seen you?"

"Not a competition," Eddie points out. "because again, there is no way you will ever convince me that you aren't important. You are important to me, to Christopher. Wanting you in my life was one of the dumbest smart decisions I ever made because now I don't think I can do this without you. Not now. Not ever. Getting rid of you now would be like tearing out my own heart and my kid's and smashing them to pieces. That would be the most painful and worst thing I could ever do. So screw it," Eddie repeats. "We both could have died today, and I can't let myself keep going on pretending like I could actually survive losing you. You're more then my best friend, Buck. You're my partner in everything that genuinely matters. And yeah, do I wish we were more than that, I mean I'm not blind, you are stunning and you are always so happy and hopeful and I just- Evan, you need to understand-"

"Shut up and come over here-"

"What?" Eddie stares at him.

"Come here," Buck shifts and pats the bed beside him. "Because you're right. We both could have died, and I don't want you to have to do anything without me because I want to be there too. But right now, my eyes hurt, and it still feels like there's a buzz in my skull, and I want-"

"Okay," Eddie agrees, ignoring the way his stomach flips and heart races at the idea of what he just agreed to. He also ignores the tired ache in his own exhausted body as he climbs in beside Buck in the clearly too small of a bed to easily fit two full-grown men. But neither of them cared. It was comforting, usually just sitting shoulder to shoulder in the truck or on Eddie's couch was enough to make them content. This was infinitely more perfect. A tangle of limbs that meant the other was okay. They were together, and it would be okay.

"Try not to scare me like that again," Eddie finally says. His voice is just above a whisper from where his head is tucked against Buck's. "I saw you go over, and you were just suspended there, like a marionette with only one string left. And I couldn't take it. I still can't. I close my eyes and see you, hear you. I need you to be okay." He tightens his grip ever so slightly to emphasize his point. "You don't get to leave me without a fight, Evan."

"I won't. Wouldn't do either of them." He leans into the warm like home feeling that he gets when he's with Eddie. The warm presence that he seeks out even on his worst days. That comforting warmth now threatened to drag him back to sleep. A chuckles rattles the chest under his hand as it feels the steady beat of Eddie's heart. "You can sleep. I don't plan on going anywhere."

"But Maddie and Bobby-"

"Would want us both to get some rest, so don't fight it, and I won't either."

"Okay," Buck gives in as he lets his eyes close.

He doesn't know if his tired and fried brain imagines the feel of a kiss against his temple. The ghost of Eddie's lips on his skin. Or if it was a happy dream. Either way, Buck was happy.

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Accidentally By Mistake

Summary:

How do you accidentally kiss the person you’ve been thinking about for years and not even realise it?

“It was an accident,” Buck says, his words muffled by his hands.

“You kissed him accidentally?” Lucy says. “I can’t believe I missed it.”

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

A/N: Hi! this is my first 911 fic :) This one goes out to Saga, and all my friends who clapped and cheered for me when I said I’d written this <3

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Buck’s sitting on the couch, handing Chimney’s ass to him in Halo when he sees Eddie quickly approaching him from the corner of his eye. He ducks his character undercover, as Chim makes a break for one of the corridors.

“What’s up?” Buck asks when he can feel Eddie’s presence behind him. He may not have laid an eye on him yet, but tension is radiating off him.

“Chris is sick, I have to go pick him up.”

“Is he okay?” Buck tips his head back to look up at him. A small smile breaks through Eddie’s tight expression when their eyes meet. He pauses the game, earning a small huff from Chim.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay. Carla is fully booked today so I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back to finish the shift.” Eddie shifts like he’s contemplating leaving at that.

“Hey,” Buck reaches up and grabs a handful of Eddie’s LAFD button down to loosely hold him in place, “relax your jaw, drop your shoulders. Chris will be fine. And I’m sure Ravi won’t mind picking up the slack for half a shift.” He says with a half-smile. “I’ll drop by tonight. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks, Buck.”

Eddie drops his hand to Buck’s shoulder before leaning down, Buck’s hand going to the side of Eddie’s face, fingers curling around the back of his head as he half successfully presses a kiss to Buck’s lips.

“See you later,” Eddie mumbles against him. Buck hums in agreement. “See ya guys,” Eddie calls with a wave before he disappears down the stairs.

It’s dead silent and Buck can feel all eyes on him.

Beside him, Chimney is looking at him slack-jawed and Hen and Ravi’s eyes are glued to him from the table.

“What?” Buck asks, looking between them like there was some joke he wasn’t in on or he’d just done something terribly wrong.

Hen hesitates. “Is that how you decided to tell us?”

Buck blinks.

No one clarifies, and the air feels tight enough to shatter.

Oh.

Eddie kissed him.

Oh.

He kissed Eddie.

“Did we miss something here?” Bobby walks from his office with Lucy close behind him, slowing as he approaches them, obviously feeling the tension.

“No,” Buck chokes out, his heart catching in his throat.

“Nope,” Hen says, dragging her eyes from Buck. Chim and Ravi hesitantly echo her.

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Best Beginner Mods for a Gen 2 Ford Raptor

With the release of the Gen 3 Ford Raptor, the Gen 2 (2017-2020) Ford Raptors have come down in price. As one of the premiere offroad trucks, the Ford Raptor has set the bar that other manufactures continue to try to copy. Ready to take on any challenges offroad, a majority of these Raptors are used as daily drivers. For those not looking to jump a massive stadium truck ramp or tackle the Baja 1000, Vivid Racing has put together a list of perfect beginner mods to get more performance out of your Ford Raptor without sacrificing reliability or driveability.

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Upgrade #1 – The Gen 2 has its keyboard warriors from the previous Gen 1 V8 model because the way the 3.5L EcoBoost sounds. You cannot totally change this more efficient and powerful engine to sound like a V8, but you can enhance the sound and gain more power. An exhaust system is one of the best upgrades you can do. To stay emission compliant, the VRP Valvetronic Catback is the way to go.

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If " In Another Life" is a what if episode I will LOSE IT

I MEAN ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY GOD DAMN MIND

24 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

dont believe everything you hear

Guess who's actually wrote a fanfic for the first time in years!

Based on this tumblr post I wrote a few weeks ago:

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Ravi is not an idiot.

He doesn’t feel the need to point that out often, he’s usually quite content in his level of intelligence. So maybe he isn’t the kind of smart that his best friend Taimur is. Tai is in medical school with dreams of being an oncologist and hopes to one day help kids like the two of them. Because that’s what you do when you’re a kid with cancer, you spend your weekends getting chemo and dreaming of being the one to cure cancer one day. But Ravi was never going to be a doctor, he knew that much. He always liked the idea of being a superhero, but a firefighter fit him well too.

So Ravi was not an idiot. He had a four year degree from UCLA and had made it through the fire academy. He was observant and had a good memory and spoke three languages for god’s sake.

Yet somehow he had missed that his co-workers had in fact not gone through a divorce and shared custody of their son. IN FACT they had never been married or even been together in the first place.

In some ways he felt Buck and Eddie were to blame for this. Because really, they had to be.

But in fact, it probably started with Lena Bosko.

Ravi liked being at the 118. He was getting on well with the rest of B shift and already learning a lot. And sometimes when his shift ran a little long, he would cross over with A shift in the dressing room. Everyone on A shift was smoking hot and stupidly competent at their jobs. Ravi had spent the day after one of his first shifts at the house google stalking and finding all the old news coverage of the team.

Also B shift loved to gossip. So he learned very quickly that not only were A shift good at their jobs, there was also always drama following them around. But Hen always had a smile for him and Bobby would always save him some food. However he was glad to be on B shift, as the A shift all together just seemed overwhelming, and Ravi wasn’t sure how we would handle all of that.

He’s only been at the house a few weeks when he’s on shift and there is a call for a pretty big warehouse fire. A few different houses are called in and he manages to find the balance between helpful probie and learning how to deal with a big disaster from the more seasoned firefighters.

They get the fire under control and he’s helping pack up hoses when a voice calls from behind him.

“Hey you’re with the 118!” A woman strides up to him, having seen the truck he’s next to. It’s both a statement and a question.

Ravi nods unsure how to reply, but it doesn’t matter as she carries on talking as she stops in front of him.

“How’s the Diaz and Buckley divorce going?” She asks, a small smirk on her face.

“The…w-what?” Ravi can’t help but stutter. He knows who she’s talking about. The guys on A shift are basically infamous and connected at the hip. And he has to admit he saw Firefighter Buckley working out in the gym area when he was getting ready to leave the house once, and almost walked into a wall. Ravi is only human.

“Last time I saw those two they were arguing in a grocery store about their kid” She rolls her eyes, a fond smile playing at her lips, “Those two are so much drama.”

“Well, I'm pretty new, but from what I can tell they seem to be working well together”. He shrugs. All he’s observed so far from Buckley and Diaz is that they go everywhere together, can communicate just by looking at each other, and are both ridiculously good looking.

“Good luck navigating that” She reaches out and slaps him on the shoulder, “Better you dealing with them than me.” She smiles again and walks away. Ravi spots the name Bosko on the back of her turnout before he shakes himself and gets back to packing away. It’s been a long shift and he does not have time to process this new information right now.

It’s not long after that night that he gets moved up to A shift to help make up numbers. And learns that everything the B shift used to gossip about and what Bosko told him, suddenly makes so much more sense. Because A shift, and Eddie and Buck in particular, are So. Much. Drama.

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“PROBIE!”

Ravi drops all the books he’s holding. Partly from the fear of someone shouting at him. Partly from the fact that having a 6ft blonde hunk shouting at him is making him react in ways he doesn’t need the general public to see.

Since the revelation Bosko bestowed on him, he can’t help but monitor A shift closely now. Letting himself get dragged into gossip with the others on B and C shift. Trying to figure out what exactly made Buck and Eddie get divorced, since they still seem so close.

Is it all a front for their kid? Or to keep peace at work? When they leave do they turn into the spiteful divorced parents he’s seen on TV? He’s never even seen them so much as glare at each other.

But what he does see is interesting.

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30 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

Something something Buck and Eddie sat together at the henren vow renewal looking out over their chosen family

And Eddie saying something like "here we are single again, and so much romance around us everyone is here with the person they're meant to be with"

And Buck responding something like "its nice to see them happy....but do you ever think maybe that maybe we are with the person we're meant to be with"

And Eddie all confused

And Buck continues "me and you and Christopher, we're a team, girlfriends come and go but we will always have each other"

Eddie: "look at our family, all with the person they're meant to be with"

Buck: "and you've got me"

Eddie: "and I've got you" *smiles*

And they cheers and drink to it

And we spend the hiatus absolutely feral whilst the writers try to explain to us thats just how bros are

38 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

LISTEN

I LOVE Ravi thinks Buck and Eddie are divorced head canons

They are simply one of the best things to come from this fandom

BUT WHAT IF

The reason he thinks that is because back when he was on B shift he was on a call and bumped into Lena Bosko and her crew

And Lena sees he's from the 118 and asks

"How's Buckley and Diaz's divorce going?"

And Ravi has a light bulb moment where he's like ok everything makes sense now and literally nothing that has happened as he moved to A shift has proven him wrong

144 notes - Posted February 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Enolas mum was like "honey you need other people"

So she went out and got herself a boyfriend.

Then saw how lonely her brother was and got him one too.

Good for her.

6,180 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

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satashiiwrites · 2 years

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fic tag game

Tagged by @outtoshatter. Thanks for the tag.

Rules - Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!”

Hm. Most popular? There’s really no contest if I’m looking at any of my stats.

Family, Familia, ‘Ohana is by far and away my most popular fic and is my take on the NavySeal!Buck trope. I really feel this works best in post-lawsuit mess era where there was just this weird resolution of things that I wanted to explore more. Throw in some timeline vagueness Hawaii 5-0 and a not yet together McDanno with a few borrowed SWAT characters (and a platonic Hondo/Decon slant) and you get this fic.

Fic summary: When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Read Family, Familia, ‘Ohana here on AO3.

As for more of a hidden gem type fics…. Hm.

This is like choosing between children.

I think I’m going to have to recommend my epic (that is still a wip and not abandoned) An Andromeda Tale, MReyder, Mass Effect Andromeda.

Why I’m recommending it: This is the fic that got me posting again after so many years of only being a reader and passive fandom participant. I’ve grown a lot as a writer because of this fic and I s2g it will get finished (eventually). I don’t think you have to have a lot of knowledge of Mass Effect Andromeda to enjoy it as I’ve tried to basically immerse the reader into the universe through Scott and Reyes’ viewpoints. In fact, it might be better if you haven’t played the game because of how much I’ve totally run with vague mentions and ideas to fill in gaps and plot holes that you could drive a Mac truck through. This is my take on an epic space opera as told by two people caught in the lynchpin of fate.

Fic summary: Scott Ryder never saw his life going this way, not that anyone ever asked him his opinion. Now he's pathfinder with too many people depending on his young shoulders and trying to figure out what he actually wants for himself. Reyes Vidal, man of mystery, former pilot and now sometimes smuggler. Who knows where he came from or his motivations but he's come to Andromeda to change his destiny. What neither Scott nor Reyes could have predicted is what their lives would be once they came to Andromeda.

Read An Andromeda Tale here on AO3

As for a third recommendation…. Hm. I really could recommend a few of these that don’t get enough love. I’m going to go with my only other long form wip that is another take on my favorite Sentinel/Guide trope, The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss, Mayans MC, Miguel Galindo/Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes, Sentinel/Guide AU.

Why this fic? Why another wip instead of a completed fic? Because you don’t need to know much about the universe to enjoy it—again probably better if you don’t since the more you watch of the show the more impossible the main pairing of Miguel and EZ is. They’re not related in this fic and it’s very AU. It’s also possibly the fic where I’ve done the most world building outside of my MReyder epic above and my brain likes to chew on these sort of fics like a dog with a favorite bone. Odds are when i’m out on my daily run or walk it’s one of these three fics that my brain is turning over how to approach my next plot point.

Fic summary: EZ Reyes came online with his mother’s violent death and suffered the consequences of his actions in the aftermath. When Jimenez offers him a deal to turn evidence in on the Galindo cartel, he agreed as he’d brought shame on his tribe by his actions and it was a chance at redemption that he didn’t feel he deserved. He just didn’t anticipate who his guide would be and the amount of trouble they’d generate for him. Miguel had goals—to legitimize the family business, enjoy life and his family. He didn’t anticipate any of the events that forced him online as a guide but now that he has a sentinel he’s not letting him go.

Read The Outlaw and the Cartel Boss here on AO3

Anyways, if you want complete fics of mine go read Seguir or I Wasn’t Looking Until I Found You.

Tagging @radio-chatter @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins @missanniewhimsy @bwtch @imsupposedtobewritting and anyone else who i forgot or wants to participate. No pressure as always.

#Family familia ‘ohana #an andromeda tale #the outlaw and the cartel boss #fic rec tag game #mreyder #mcdanno #buddie #Miguel Galindo x Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes #fic recs

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 3 years

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Just a few more thoughts after the Season 4 rewatch

Despite what happens in season 4, the show kept linking Buck with Eddie with things like this:

4x08 - They literally had these scenes back to back: 1, 2, & 3

4x09 - Eddie holding Christopher "What was that for?" & "I just wanna hold her"

Whenever Eddie is alone or with Ana, we see the dinosaur theme aka "past" (if there is a theme present, sometimes there's not) excluding his shirt in 4x13 dinner scene:

vs the space theme aka "future" with Buck (the first pic below is when Eddie is tucking Christopher in, but Eddie just saw Buck who got Christopher into bed while Eddie was out):

This scene purposely had the first two locations be El Paso and Phoenix here because not only was Eddie seeing himself through Sheila (before finding out the truth), it leads into this scene. El Paso as we know is where Eddie is from but Phoenix is where Abby came from in 3x18, and Ana is the one to find these pages for these locations. No coincidence.

Not to mention, they have been showing Buck and Eddie as two sides of the same coin for a while now (but leading to them become melted down into one singular piece of metal or whatever material you want to say):

Visually:

Through dialogue:

"I can see the pollen." "I can hear it." (mind you, in the same episode where we have the jealous bf-type moment with Taylor and Eddie)

Through the story:

Through framing:

Through costuming/visuals (and then also use it to show when they're not on the same page or seeing eye to eye):

Through props that are meant to symbolize something else:

Through synchronized movements when it's not required for the partnership dynamic:

They've literally been doing this all for a while now. They may have just originally planned for Buck and Eddie to be the two sides to the coin ("They bring out the best in each other") but they somewhere along the way, early on I personally think, they chose to go further with it. There is not any version that it doesn't make sense that they don't end up together. For reference, Dany and Jon of GoT were two sides of the same coin but did not get melted down to end up as one piece merged in the end. Buck and Eddie...this is different.

Eddie was absolutely lucid during this scene and not completely in shock (which means he definitely was watching Buck, was terrified for Buck at 0:45 when he saw Buck just standing there, his relief at 0:57 seeing Mehta had tackled Buck to the ground, his staring at Buck, his hand/arm movement and Buck's mirroring, his hand extension before his eyes roll up into the back of his head) and we know that due to this scene in 3x15. Eddie was shot here, too. In his other shoulder and a few extra injuries, including another shot. Tbf, in Afghanistan, I'm sure he as he rest of the soldiers were always on high alert, high adrenaline due to the crash and then ambush whereas here in LA this was the last thing he expected, so he wasn't on guard and was slightly in shock, but not enough that he didn't recognize what happened, saw Buck or Mehta, or knew enough to look at them on the ground vs seeing them standing. It's also confirmed that he was absolutely lucid until his body gives into the pain by this scene, by him yelling out in pain when Buck drags him under the truck, and the "Are you hurt?" Once Buck confirms he's okay, that's when the pain takes over once again. So if anyone says, eh, Eddie was just in pain, it's not like he was lucid, he was in and out...negative, he was lucid while also being in pain and they purposely showed the audience the contrast of that not once, but twice.

#buddie #buck x eddie #otp: there's nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you #911 fox #buddie meta #sort of?#911posts

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buckaroosboogara · 3 years

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No Longer Feels Like Home

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Chapter 1: Manaʻo (Feeling)

Something was wrong with Buck.

Steve could sense it, because there was always some horrible sensation at the back of his head, screaming something he couldn't quite understand.

And it wasn't about his leg, nor the tsunami.

It was something else.

He had seen the news of the bomber in LA, and Danny had been his support while both saw Buck pinned to the road by that enormous fire truck in the news. Steve then had to explain what the kid meant to him, and some days later, he texted and called Buck to make sure he could count on him in whatever situation.

"Just text me and I will be taking the next plane to LA." Steve had said during a call.

Buck chuckled and thanked the former SEAL.

Five months later it was the pulmonary embolism.

Buck had texted Steve sometime before going over Athena's to have some 'celebration dinner' with Bobby, May, Harry, and her before his first shift after the accident.

Sometime later he received a message telling 'it was a party! :)' and a picture of him, Christopher, and Eddie.

He sent the picture to Danny, who had demanded that Steve told him about every news from Buck, although the detective and the firefighter didn't know each other.

'Are you kidding me? The kid looks like the Diazes had hung the moon for him.' Danny texted back.

Steve chuckled fondly, his mind free of worries until he unexpectedly woke up at 1 am, with a call from Buck's number.

"What the hell? It's 3 am in LA." He thought. But when he answered he noticed it wasn't Buck who called. It was a woman.

"Hi, um, am I talking to... Steve McGarrett?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Is Buck okay?" Steve had woken up completely.

"Yes... No..." The woman doubted, she didn't know if she could trust this person, although her brother told her it was fine.

"What happened? Who are you? I want to talk to him now." Steve demanded as he stood up and started pacing around his room.

"He had a pulmonary embolism. I'm his older sister, Maddie. He wanted to talk to you, but the nurses took him for a CT scan, so I told him I would do it." Maddie answered, alarmed. Steve could sense the worry in her voice. So he told her comforting words until the nurses brought an asleep Buck back to his hospital room. She thanked his company and promised updates from his brother before cutting the call.

Then, like a week or two later, it was the tsunami.

Everyone was at the Five-0 headquarters, bored between the Hawaiian constant heat and the paperwork when Danny appeared through the office's cristal doors with fast steps and a tablet in his hands.

They all peeked from their offices at the detective when he exclaimed, "Hey! Something happened in LA!"

Steve knew it was directed to him, and his mind immediately rushed to think of every bad thing that could have happened. He calmed himself down before stepping out of his office.

When Danny reached the computer, he slid his hand through the tablet, to move the image into one of the screens. The group had reunited around the computer table to watch it.

The headline was worse than what they could have imagined.

"Tsunami hits Santa Monica Pier in LA"

Danny locked eyes with Steve for some seconds. He knew that Buck had texted the Commander, telling him that he and Christopher were going to the beach after Eddie dropped him off at his apartment to cheer him up.

Everyone's breath hitched when they watched the phone recorded video on the screen.

"Oh my god," Tani muttered as she saw the first wave hitting the pier on the news.

"This video was recorded by a brave teenager who is residing at Ocean Plaza Apartment, near the Santa Monica Pier.." The news reporter spoke but everything was just white noise to them.

A giant wave appeared in the background. The people who were at the border of the pier started running to the mainland and giving advice to others in their way.

The wave finally hit the pier and in a matter of seconds, all the people disappeared into the salty water.

All of the officers' stomachs dropped to the floor, their mouths dry with no words.

It looked unreal, like a movie.

Steve immediately looked for Buck's number on his phone and frenetically tried to call him. Meanwhile, Danny started calling Mary, Steve's sister who lived in LA, and Adam tried to contact Kono, his ex-wife.

Junior, Quinn, Lou, and Tani just stood there worried, watching as the men tried to contact their loved ones.

Danny and Adam finished their calls, and a tense ambient settled among them as Steve was still trying to contact Buck.

After trying one last time, he hit the table with his fist before he placed both of his hands on the computer table and looked at the floor.

The Five-0 members shared a look before Danny asked, "Steve?"

"I can't contact him." He sighed.

The men and women in the place shared another look; everyone thought he was trying to contact Mary.

Only Danny understood who he was referring to.

"What can I do to help?" He asked, hating to see Steve in that state.

"Find a way to contact Maddie or Athena?" Steve replied unsurely.

"Okay, then," Danny replied and started typing on the table's screen.

He looked for Maddie Buckley in the interstate files and found out she worked at the 9-1-1 Emergency Call Center in LA, next to some other information like her contact number.

Danny passed her phone number to Steve, who entered his office to call her.

"Danny?" Tani was the first to say a word. "Can you tell us what's going on? Who is this guy?"

"Well..." Danny started.

Then he proceeded to tell them all he knew about Buck, which was that Steve met him years ago after the kid enrolled for the Navy SEALs and convinced him of dropping off because Buck hated to 'turn that emotional switch off', and how both stayed in contact throughout the years.

Everyone understood the situation. They even tried to joke at how easily Steve 'adopted' people, just to lighten the heavy, tense climate in the room.

Eventually, Steve got Buck's number from Maddie and found out about how he had survived the natural disaster, and his almost endless search for Christopher.

It was almost a month since the last event, and Steve had barely spoken with the fireman. He had a good excuse though. It seemed like May was the unspoken month for all kinds of murderers, robbers, kidnappers, terrorists, and even the Yakuza to come out of their caves and try to finish them.

It was one case after the other, sometimes they even accumulated, so Steve had to separate the group in halves, this way they could cover two cases at a time.

That was when the feeling started.

At first, he thought it was just stress from all the cases, but after May ended and the pile of unsolved cases started reaching an end, the feeling was still there. He tried to take some days off without connecting with the world, but it just got worse.

Finally, he spoke to Danny about this, and both reviewed Steve's life for the last months, to see if something was missing. Suddenly, Danny had an idea.

"Have you talked to Buck lately?"

And the pieces almost clicked in his mind.

"No. I think... You just discovered it Danno!" Steve said as he patted his grinning partner on the back.

Then he looked for Buck's contact and called. And... He didn't answer.

Steve decided to shrug it off and convince himself that Buck was in a long shift. So instead he texted him.

"Hey, Buck! I'm sorry I haven't talked to you, May was a crazy month

"I think something is wrong, Danny," Steve said to the detective after the man asked him about his recent anxious attitude.

"With what?"

"Buck," Steve replied, shifting on the couch.

"You still have the feeling, don't you?" Danny inquired, looking at Steve by his side.

The man sighed, rubbing his face with one hand.

"Yeah, I do. But I don't know what to do with it. It's driving me crazy, Danno."

Danny moved from the comfortable space he had on Steve's side to get the remote. He stopped the movie and shifted his body so he could face his best friend.

"Thanks, my arm was already falling asleep," Steve joked.

Danny rolled his eyes and his partner chuckled.

"Okay, serious talk now. I think I know why you have the feeling."

"Illuminate me, Doctor."

"Sometimes when Grace or Charlie is in danger, or not feeling well, I get that feeling too."

Steve leaned his head as his brows frowned, expecting an explanation.

"Like I know something is wrong and I need to talk to them, to know that they are safe and sound. And I know that you feel it with my children too."

Danny paused a moment to let his words make sense before speaking again, "It's like a fatherly feeling. You, my friend, care about Buck as you do about my children."

It made some sense in Steve's mind, but he still questioned it.

"So you are telling me that I care for Evan Buckley like he was my son?"

"Exactly. And let me guide you in this new parenting thing." Danny added. "Most of the time you are right and something happened. The last time I had his feeling, Charlie was being bullied in school by that Zach or whatever his name was."

Some seconds passed while Steve processed the information.

He had made a promise to Buck, and he always kept them.

"When is the next flight to Los Angeles?"

#ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #hawaiian buck au #evan buckley #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #911 on fox #9 1 1 on fox #911 fox #eddie diaz #hawaii five 0 #h50 #crossover fanfiction #buddie #mcdanno

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racingtoaredlight · 3 years

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Joe Pass

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***2:18...fucking great shot of his right hand technique. You fire from the knuckles in your hand, not the knuckles in your fingers...notes are more powerfully struck, more consistent, with less fatigue, and there are fewer issues with long-term wear on your hands vs. firing from your fingers’ knuckles (things like arthritis and carpal tunnel). For some quicker lines, he’ll fire from the fingers (specifically his index finger), but for the most part he uses his bigger muscles in his forearms.

Technique like this isn’t classically orthodox, nor is it 100% efficient in terms of biomechanics...but it’s an incredibly useful, 99.9999% efficient technique that allows him to use the full scope of the instrument. He’ll use a pick for faster songs, especially when he’s part of a band.

Guitar playing, in and of itself, is a separate beast from playing music. Focus on any instrument and it’ll have similar dichotomies...it’s natural for musicians to focus more specifically on their own instruments’ role in music.

Now, I truly love the music of guys like Jimi, EVH, SRV, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, et al. But most of them would slink off stage in embarrassment around guitarists like Danny Gatton or Chet Atkins. Probably after the first song. Without things like overdriven amps, pedalboards and sheer volume, any and all flaws in your playing are magnified many times over.

And Joe Pass is another one of these guitarist’s guitarists. A guitarist so freakishly outstanding in nearly every aspect of guitar playing, they become a figure like Mount Everest for guitarists trying to emulate their style.

They’re not cool or charismatic or fun or popular...they’re just the best. Any reasonably talented kid with a few hundred bucks in pedals can learn a half dozen Hendrix tunes in their first couple weeks playing. That’s not long enough to grow the fingernails you’d need to play like these guys.

Say you want to play like Joe Pass...

Learn to solo like Charlie Parker

Learn every chord, scale and arpeggio, in every position, with every string combination all over the fretboard...and be able to instantly recall all of it without even looking at the guitar

Learn to play bass like Ray Brown

Do all of this at the same time

I don’t expect any of you guys to appreciate this type of stuff. Especially not something as dry and clinical as Joe Pass can be.

But there’s a good litmus test for guitarists that will always stand the test of time. Go into a guitar store, start playing, and see what happens. If the store shuts off the music, you know you’ve got something going on. If a crowd gathers around you, you’re fucking GOOD.

The late 80′s might be the only era in music more inhospitable to jazz than our current era. The heyday of hair metal and shred. This old guy comes into the store, just to check out a guitar, and the place comes to a grinding halt. Go to like 4 mins and look at the crowd he gets around him in some cramped store, just by playing.

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...or shit, listen to what an all-time brilliant guitarist has to say about him before they were about to hit the studio together.

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Joe Pass was a surprisingly blue collar dude...don’t let the preposterously advanced jazz guitarin’ fool ya. My favorite description of his was from another gruff jazz guitar great, Jimmy Bruno...”if you walked up to Joe Pass on the street, you’d think he was a truck driver.”*

When I was getting serious about guitar, I took two hours of lessons per week with this fucking drill sergeant...an hour jazz and an hour classical. This teacher had the opportunity to take a 3 hour lesson with Joe Pass in the 70′s...a lesson my teacher said was one of the worst lessons he ever had.

I was incredulous. How could that be? IT’S JOE PASS!!!

My teacher wasn’t upset, and didn’t take it personally. He illuminated me to the dynamic that sometimes occurs in the arts...where an absolute brilliant individual does it mostly naturally, with very little effort. Joe Pass could sight read, he knew all the theory and all that...but he didn’t think much about it, rather just playing by ear most of the time.

So my teacher was asking him all this shit. “How’d you figure out the walking basslines?” “Why did you use melodic minor over that G7?” “Are you hungover?” He didn’t ask that, but he told me he figured Joe Pass was hungover as shit during their lesson.

Anyways, all Joe Pass could respond with were variants of “I dunno, I just do it.” Not smarmy or condescending or arrogant or short-tempered...just that he didn’t put that much thought into it, rather just played what he thought sounded good. He truly loved Charlie Parker, and that’s why his solos always sound in that vein...but aside from that, Joe Pass’ music was all his own.

Go to like 0:40 and listen for 35 seconds...

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Good fucking god. British guitarist’s reaction of video below.

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UPDATE: Great insight from the British guitarist’s video...mentioning how it’s very easy to get lost when you listen to jazz, especially solo jazz, and how Joe Pass’ style of utilizing the walking bass and self-accompaniment constantly gives the listener landmarks and focus points so they know where they are. Really good shit.

Goddamn was Joe Pass the best.

Gimme JP, Danny Gatton, Chet Atkins and Pat Metheny...I don’t think you could come up with four guitarists in history who can match those guys for pure guitarin’.

UPDATE #2: Go to 1:54 in the video below for like 15-20 seconds...you’ll get both the “truck driver” anecdote plus an idea of what my guitar teacher’s experience was like, all in one video...and all from a luxurious palace typical of lifelong professional jazz guitarists.

UPDATE #3: Who the hell restricts the sharing of their videos? Goddamnit.

Just go to this link...1:54...like 20 seconds...before he switches on a fucking dime from talking shop with Joe Pass, to complaining about what’s on the news.

Anyways, you can understand why my teacher was let down after his lesson with Pass. There’s really not much you can learn from “a little bit of this, or maybe some of that.” Having three contrapuntal lines moving at the same time...on an instrument not designed for such things...combined with prodigious technique, a Mariana Trench-deep musical vocabulary, and an encyclopedic knowledge of jazz canon...at a level maybe a half dozen guitarists on the planet can appreciate as peers.

...to Joe Pass, all of that was simply “a little bit of this, or maybe some of that.” My teacher is currently on the faculty of the Cleveland Institute of Music (a world renowned classical music conservatory), a professional jazz musician, and a brilliant guitarist by every possible measure...and yet Pass was so far past him, Joe might as well have thought he was teaching a kindergarten class.

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alexandrianicolegrey-oc · 3 years

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Olivia Jade Black

Bio for my Bisexual Fem!OC

Full name: Olivia Jade Black

Nicknames: Liv, Jada, Oli, pipsqueak/mouse(because she’s short),

Age: 22

Height: 5"0

Weight: 121 lbs

Eye color: Baby blue

Hair color: Red

Birthday: October 31, 1999

Astrology Sign: Scorpio

Personal Traits:

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Parents: in prison for murder and drugs(they walked out of her life and her brothers when she was only 3, leaving her brothers to raise her.)

Siblings: 5 older brothers(from oldest to youngest; Garrett, Luke, Tyler, Connor, and Vincent) (Garrett and Connor are deployed in Afghanistan) the other three; Luke, Tyler, and Vincent, are in Los Angeles, CA. Tyler and Vincent work for LAPD, and the Luke is a bartender.

Occupation: Los Angeles Firefighter/First Responder for Station 118

Love interests: Male|| Evan Buckley(9-1-1), Female|| Tess Vargess(Beauty and the Beast)

Scars: three(one across collarbone from being pinned under a garbage truck after a freak accident, one on her right hand from her ex boyfriend cutting her with a knife, and the third scar on her face cheek)

Tattoos/Piercings: several tattoos and no major piercings, just her ears.

Personality:

Strengths: her social skills, protecting those she loves and cares about, saving lives every day, putting others before herself, she puts on a smile even on days when she doesn't want to smile, she's very open and honest

Weaknesses: feeling like a failure, letting her guard down, letting her personal life get in the way of doing her job as a firefighter and first responder, her bad attitude towards negative people, feeling like she isn't good enough for anyone

Attitude: laid back, bubbly, chatty, care free, loves the thrills of danger, outgoing, honest, trustworthy, loyal, loveable, can be a bit protective of her family and friends, sassy at times, anger issues most days, can get emotional sometimes, great sense of humor, very sarcastic at times, the sweetest girl anybody would ever meet.

In order from oldest to youngest, Garrett, Luke, Tyler, Connor, and Vincent. Which makes Olivia, the baby sister of five older brothers.

Ships: Olivia Jade Black x Buck, Olivia x Eddie, Olivia x Eddie x Buck, Olivia x Tess Vargess(BatB), Olivia x Paul(the lost boys), Olivia x Vincent Keller(BatB), Olivia x Taylor Kelly(shut up, I like Taylor too🥰🥰) Oiivia x Star(the lost boys), Olivia x Billy Hargrove, Olivia x Steve Harrington, Olivia x Draco Malfoy, Olivia x Hermione Granger, Olivia x Scabior(the snatcher), Olivia x Fenrir Greyback, Olivia x Bill Weasley, Olivia x Fleur Delacourt

#bio for my OC #buck 9 1 1 #eddie diaz 911 #tess vargess #vincent keller #taylor kelly #the lost boys #911 on fox #beauty and the beast netflix #imagines #headcannons coming soon #one shots #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #paul the lost boy #star lost boys #lgbtq+#9 1 1 on fox #olivia jade black

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Only Time Will Tell- Brock Boeser 1.3

about/request: I really wanted to explore a relationship where you are ‘the other woman’ this is the result of that. I’m not sure how long this will end up so…. sorry.

warnings: cursing, i think that's it??

authors note: Sorry I took such a long time bringing this out, I didn’t know if anyone actually liked this or not. Remember that a lot of details in this story are made up or changed. Make sure to check out parts one and two, I fixed some mistakes and made some corrections.

timeline: march 2017

word count: 2614

Hockey used to be a life for not just me, but my whole family. Three nights a week we would hop in my dad’s old work truck to cruise over to wherever Charlie, and in turn Brock, played. Often times we would meet up with the Boeser’s to grab the best seats right by the ice. Here my mom would yell to “Shoot the puck!” or boo at whatever call she felt didn't fit the crime. My dad would grab a couple of beers while talking to some guys he knew from his work. Small towns mean most people there he knew so he would rarely sit with us the whole game. Sometimes I would sit by my mom and Brock’s mom and sisters. Sometimes there would be kids from school or members from the team who were scratched I would sit by instead. Wren was often the one scratched. He never made it to practice on time and when he did he would spend more time talking to guys on the team then practicing. He was nice and seen grew to be one of the guys on the team I felt fully comfortable with. He understood what it was like to be the younger sibling and live in the shadow of our elders. His older brother Josh was team captain and lead them to 3 state titles in a row.

After the game, all of us would go out to eat. The Boeser’s and the Y/L/N’s and whomever joined along from the team. Dad would tell Charlie what to do better, of course Dad knew what it was like to play hockey. He played for the University of Minnesota until a really bad accident his sophomore year took him out. Charlie, and me too (at least for a little bit), just wanted to impress him. Often times dad would rag on Charlie until they got into a mini fight. Charlie would hitch a ride back with Brock and his family. My dad would then spend the whole drive home complaining that Charlie was never going to be as good as him if Charlie didn't take his advice.

Although the bad seeped into the good. The hockey rink was were my family was one. We all would come together to scream when number 6 would skate out. Cause no matter how awful things were going at home, the rink was a time of escape. It was when hot chocolate would warm cold fingers in the late second period or the high of sugar rush from skittles in the second intermission. It was a time to giggle at the little kids they brought out between periods. They wouldn’t yet be comfortable on skates so they would slip and fall or miss the puck completely. I couldn’t remember what it was like when Charlie and I were that young playing, but I like thinking we were better than that.

After he had died, I didn’t go to many games. There was no more hot chocolate or skittles high. No little kids falling or scoring on their own net. We never went out to eat after the games. There were no more arguments between dad and Charlie. The nearby rink which once held the best memories was purposely avoided at all times. Life went on, but each day seemed to hold some emotional punch of remembrance. Like one day, about 3 months after he died I came home from school and my mom had cleaned out his room. Neat piles of his clothes and pictures were placed in bins labeled “attic” or “giveaway.” His first skates, his autographed Detroit Red Wings Steve Yzerman jersey, and so much more was packed away to be set aside. His posters, CDs and other trinkets were thrown out or donated to a thrift store. I remember yelling at my mom that this is his room. She told me she needed to heal and that dad had been asking her to do it for two weeks. It was time to move on.

Since moving I had gone to no hockey games. And the Vancouver Canucks were not a bad team. They had just been having a difficult time in recent years. That didn’t make city pride for them any less. Any game night and the always crowded downtown streets turned into an obstacle only the bravest could handle. I never purposely put myself in a position to make the drive down to the stadium in the past 2 years of living in Vancouver. Occasionally I was invited to games by friends and classmates. I managed to get out of it every time too, but somehow escaping this invite seemed impossible.

It was Brock’s mother’s last night in the city before she had to fly back down to Minnesota to care for Brock’s younger siblings. I was extended an invite due to my ‘gracious’ hosting, my mother called me and told me how Laurie, Brock’s mother, raved how I grew into such a beautiful and caring young woman. So there I was crammed in Rogers Arena with 18,000 or so people. Laurie was on one side of me wearing a new Boeser jersey. I, even though I lived there awhile, owned no such fan gear and instead dressed in a thick sweatshirt. Natalie tried to get me to wear her old Trevor Linden jersey, but I high tailed it out of there before she could fish it out of her closet.

I loved hockey growing up, but standing here made me feel so out of place. Life had changed so much in the past two years. I was no longer the little tomboy with scraped knees and a messy ponytail. I longer wanted to play hockey. Now, I had put hockey out of my life so much that welcoming it back in right now felt traitorous to everything I had done to avoid coming here. Laurie was cheering and dancing. I guess there is nothing quite like the debut of your child in the NHL. Warm ups had just started so every guy was on the ice. It was easy to spot him in the white 6 with the dark blue background. I got chills the first time I saw it. Boeser was spelled out in big letters across his back. I imagined at that moment seeing Charlie out there. He would mess around and probably fall trying to impress some girls he would see on the front row. But he would be here, and he would be happy.

“I’m gonna go grab a beer, want one?” I asked his mom. Canada drinking laws are sort of amazing. I remember getting carded at a bar when I first turned 19. There was a split second of panic before I remembered I didn’t really need to be 21 up here.

“No, hun, I’m going to facetime the girls so they can see Brock on the ice,” she said grabbing her phone.

People were still pouring in from the front doors. Lines were long for everything even the escultors. I recognized some people from college and waved. They sported brand new jerseys and held in their arms peanuts and beers and popcorn. “We are gonna win!” They all said. People were invigorated with the call up of Brock. I was invigorated to get a beer in me that's for sure. Fifteen minutes and 16 bucks later I carried my two beers back to our spot. Laurie was finishing up her call to Jessica and Paul, Brock siblings along with Duke. I waved and said hi to everyone.

“Kid, you gotta come back more often,” Paul said. Paul was Brock’s oldest sibling and he always acted like he was so much older than the rest of us. Add on to the fact that I was the youngest in our family friend group, “Kid” has been my nickname well into my early teens.

“I will soon, I have just been super busy with college and all.”

It had been mine excuse through out my time here. For the first 8 months my parents begged me to come home. At this point they didn't even call me anymore. I guess it's far cause I don't call them up much too.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay back home,” Laurie said. “Are you guys staying up to watch the game?”

“Only for a little bit, I work early in the morning.” Jessica said. West coast games ended way too late to stay up watching them in Minnesota. While it was only 7:00 our time it was 9 there so the game could last until 12 or 1 am.

We all said our goodbyes as the lights dimmed. The Canucks opening video was being shown on the big screen while music blared in the arena. This was pump up time. As our guys skated out people cheered loudly. This game was supposed to be good. The Ducks always had a little rivalry with us. Add on to the fact that this was Boeser’s first home game and we were on a two-game losing streak. The team, and the fans, were hungry for a win.

Unfortunately moral lasted until the ducks scored for the third time in the first period. Add on when Montour scored to make it 4-0 in the second, people began realising that not much has changed even with Brock. As the zamboni entered the ice for second intermission, Laurie turns to me.

“So, your mom told me your in college,” she started. God, she was fishing. Mom’s think they are clever trying to get information by stating the conversation at a wide base value and steer it to the cavity in the situation.

“Yep, I go to the University of British Columbia for journalism,” I said sipping water I got after downing both beers in the first period.

“That must be a lot of work, what do you do for work?” she asks.

“I actually write for Vancouver’s newspaper, they pay pretty good, and I do work study, so they pay for so much of my tuition that isn’t covered by my scholarships and then I get some of the money”

“What do you do for work study?” she asks.

“My English professor needs an assistant. I’m basically his gopher. If he needs a book from the library or a coffee I go get it. I transcribe his lectures for any kid who misses class. Sometimes I will tutor kids or help them find good sources for their papers. It’s not too bad, maybe three or four hours per day and I get like 6 credits towards my English major.”

“Gosh, that's a lot. He needs you to do all of that?”

I shrug, “It sucks sometimes but the professor is nice so…”

“Your mom said that you haven’t come home since moving here.” They way she phrases the end of it is hard to respond to. It's not a question, more of a statement. She didn't sound mad or upset like my mom does when she says it. Laurie just sounds concerned. Her voice feels like a hug.

“It’s just soo much,” I start. “Charlie’s gone and mom and dad are splitting up. Mom met this new guy and he is so proper. Dad hasn’t even called me in two months because I said I’m not coming home for his huge labor day party. Plus I just got so much going on.”

“It’s okay to be hurt by what's going on, but don’t hide from it. Your parents love you a lot. They just don’t know how to love each other with so much hurt.”

“I don't know how to love them with so much hurt.” I mutter.

Everyone is buzzing as the crowd makes its way out of the arena. We may have lost, but Brock put one in the beginning of the third to excite the crowd. Laurie and I hang back to give Brock time to get ready. The team could have lost 10-1 and she still would have been glowing with excitement for Brock. His life was changing, and he was no longer the little boy who fell over on the ice. Where most parents would have been freaking out, Laurie handled with grace, something she has done her entire life. No matter the situation Laurie put on her big girl pants and muddled through.

We meandered our way to the locker room, showing our passes to the security guard. In the hallway we waited as different guys from the team joined up with their wives or girlfriends. They all hugged Laurie telling her how wonderful her son is. Everyone loved Brock. Well almost everyone.

Brock finally made his way out. His hair was still wet from what I was hoping was a shower and not sweat. He and Laurie hugged when he reached us. It was an awkward second or two while we figured out if we would hug or not. Wrapping my arms around him felt weird, almost as weird as the time we kissed. Yet there was a nostalgia in it too; we went always so awkward. In fact I remember a time in my life where I never thought we would ever be strangers. I remember once when I was about 12 and Brock was about 13, I had a dream that Brock and I were dating. The next day I remember being shy and awkward especially when he called me “Kid”. I went all pink and Charlie would not let it go for a whole year. Finally, when Brock asked a different girl to the joint 7th-8th grade dance Charlie let it go. I spent the whole night crying and accepted Thomas Miller’s invite. He had braces and dark hair and spent all night trying to kiss me. After the second slow dance song I joined up with my friends instead. The next day I heard a rumor going around that he said not only had we kissed, but that I let him touch my boobs. Charlie had been mad and cornered me about it. When I admitted it false, he said he taught Thomas a lesson. The next week someone “anonymously” shared a picture of Thomas at a birthday party sucking on his thumb with a stuffed animal. From there rumors spread he wet the bed every night.

We always had each others backs. It made we wonder how things ended up so differently. We all walked out together. As I reached into my pocket to order an Uber, Laurie offered to have them drive me back to my apartment.

“It’s too late for a young woman like you to hop in some random mans car.” she insisted.

“”I couldn’t bother you guys,” I said.

“No bother,” Brock said. “Might be nice to see more of the city anyway.”

Thirty minutes later I lay in bed without make up and in an old, ripped up shirt from Natalie’s older brother that he left here. Natalie was already deep asleep when I got home with one of the Harry Potter movies on full volume. With school for both of us the next day, it was important to get as much sleep as possible. But as I laid there all I could think about was Brock’s hair and his cologne. I wished things could have ended better for us all those years ago. Maybe there’s time for change now. A girl could hope.

As I finally started to drift asleep my phone’s ping jolts me awake.

Brock Boeser has texted you.

Thanks for coming tonight. I hope to see you soon.

God, it’s going to be a long night.

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