I am weird.I am here. I am in so many fandoms i honestly can’t even count it anymore. Also let’s go a-spec peeps!! Idfk what im doing
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bobby’s boybestie and co-dad michael won’t even be at the funeral. btw. which is not only sickening for the sanctity of male friendship which everyone seems to worry about but is so mean to athena bc michael would never leave her and the kids alone at a time like this. tv sucks.
oscillating and ruminating and changing my mind about bobbyalive theory every two seconds
okay so bobby’s not dead but he is going to be retiring after this - and then we get captain wilson, parameddie moving into the ambulance with chim, and ravi permanently staying on a-shift alongside buck. this is true in my heart.
9-1-1 3.01 | Kids Today 8.15 | Lab Rats
If it makes you feel better I don’t watch the show either and I think of buddie as your ocs so whatever you say about them it’s real and true to me #gayeddie
just stumbled upon some spoilers 🚨
"for i delivered to you first of all that which i also received: that bobby died for the 118 according to the scriptures, and that bobby was buried, and that bobby rose again the third day according to the scriptures, and that bobby was seen by buck, then by the 118"
(source: the bible)
whatever fuck realism buck should make a deal with a crossroads demon to bring bobby back
finally got a hozier needle drop BUT AT WHAT COST
CAPCULA🧛♂️
CAP DRACULA 🧛♂️
Peter Krause as Bobby Nash in 8x05
has this been done yet?
Peter Krause’s goodbye letter to fans.
Eddie isn't sure what he's expecting when Buck meets him at the airport. Red-rimmed eyes, splotchy face, hunched shoulders probably. Not this. Distant eyes, blank face, straight-backed. He'd been braced to catch Buck as soon as he landed, had spent his whole flight locking every bit of his own grief away to be thought about at a later date, let the guilt pool in his chest instead.
I should've been there, I could've -
He'd been ready to catch Buck, but it's Eddie who falls into Buck's waiting arms. Eddie who tears up. Eddie who clutches at the back of Buck's shirt like a scared child. And it's Buck sweeping his hands up and down Eddie's back, holding him together, murmuring:
"It's okay. I've got you. It's not your fault."
Eddie doesn't cry in LAX. His grief is a private thing. Always has been. He locks it into his bedroom and lets it out behind closed doors. But Buck is the safest space he's ever had, so he lets himself break a little. Lets himself shake apart under Buck's hands until he can ground himself with a deep breath at the junction of Buck's neck and shoulder. Until he can stand on his own.
Buck looks at him, eyes searching, deepest of furrows between his brows, so devastatingly gentle. And Eddie kind of wants to fucking scream at him for being okay. He'd needed to take care of Buck. He'd needed to have something to do. But now Buck is looking at him like he can fix him, and Eddie wants him to. So badly. But Buck knows Eddie's grief is for South Bedford Street, not LAX, so all he does is lead Eddie out to the parking lot.
It's a silent drive. Buck tells him the details of the funeral. Clinical. Sparing. And Eddie watches Buck's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. Listens to the creak of leather under an unyielding grip. And he sees it then. The countdown over Buck's head, ticking away steadily. He's grateful in a way.
They pull up to the house silently. The engine falls quiet. And they stare at the door. The door Bobby had appeared on the other side of just a few months ago for a goodbye dinner. At the house. The house Bobby made coffee in when Eddie couldn't stomach being alone. At the home. The home Bobby helped him build in every way.
Buck gets out of the car. Eddie follows. Buck unlocks the door. Eddie locks it behind them. Buck disappears into the kitchen. Eddie pauses.
Can't quite separate Bobby from kitchens in his mind. And it's not like Bobby ever cooked anything in Eddie's kitchen, but there's some stupid grief-crazed part of his brain that thinks he'll find Bobby at the stove for a last supper. A parting gift to Eddie. Because Bobby was always too good. Too generous. Too understanding. When it came to Eddie.
When he finally makes it in there, Buck is stood staring into the fridge. Vacant. Eddie joins him, presses their shoulders together as hard as he can without knocking Buck away, and looks at Buck's fingers curled loosely around two beer bottles. Eddie knows it's not the early hour staying his hand.
It feels wrong. To find comfort in alcohol at Bobby's expense.
Carefully, Eddie unpicks Buck's fingers from the bottles and watches as Buck's arm falls limp to his side with such weight it bounces off his hip. Swings once, twice, stops suddenly. Eddie grabs the water filter. Closes the fridge.
"Sit down," he whispers. Sure, steady.
Buck sits down.
Eddie grabs two glasses. Fills them with water. Leaves the filter on the side. Who cares? Who fucking cares? Takes the glasses over to the table in shaking hands. Spills only a little. Sits opposite Buck. Stares into his cup.
"I didn't say it back," Buck rasps eventually.
Eddie picks his head up with great effort. Ony manages it because he wants to see what hurt he's caused. Their missing medic. Absent in their hour of need.
"What?"
"B-he-he told me he loved me." Buck's eyes go wide. Horrified. Haunted. Hollow. "He t-told me he l-loved me, and I could-couldn't say it back be-because that would mean..." Buck chokes a sob into his hand. "I thought we'd fix it. I-I-I thought we'd find a way. We-we always do. I couldn't say it-it. I didn't want t-to let him go. And now, he's..." Buck's face crumples first. Then, the rest of his body follows, folding in on itself in the chair until he looks almost as small as Christopher had the first time he'd ever sat at this table. "He's d-gone, and he doesn't know I love him."
"He knows, Buck." Eddie's hand curls into a fist on the tabletop. Doesn't know what to do. For all he'd been ready to hold Buck together, he's not sure how. "He knows you love him, Buck. You told him every single day."
"But I never said the words!" he snaps. Pure rage. Pure guilt. He looks up at Eddie. Blue eyes wet and red and wild. The rage and the guilt seeps away, leaves only pure grief. "I never said the words."
He sobs then. Doesn't choke it down. Lets it out. Eddie reacts like it's instinct even though he's never done this before. Just somehow knows in his bones what to do when it comes to Buck.
He stands, rounds the table, slides a hand into Buck's hair, one on his shoulder, pulls Buck's face into his stomach and holds him there, holds him together. Buck's fingers tangle themselves in Eddie's belt loops. A lifeline. And Eddie holds him tight as he can.
"All the times you cooked for him. All the times he cooked for you. The two of you cooking together. You had your own language, Buck. He knows you love him."
And all Eddie hears is: you're gonna stand there with a hundred-something bodies on you and tell me I'm not fit for duty. Did Bobby know Eddie loved him too?
Squeezing his eyes shut tight, Eddie drops his cheek to the top of Buck's head. Stops holding Buck together and starts holding on. Buck's hands grasp at his hips, twist into the back of his shirt just like Eddie's had at the airport.
And all Eddie hears is: I just want to make sure you don't think you have to lose everything before you can allow yourself to feel anything.
Coping HARD rn
“You’re not God” no but he is Jesus. See him rise next episode im so serious
EDDIE & BOBBY → 5.18 'Starting Over'
911 characters as supernatural characters but in terms of how they’re handled on the show
bobby = dean (killing the suicidal character)
eddie = cas (important moments happen off screen and he’s also just NOT there)
buck = sam (hasn’t let him had any proper growth and doesn’t address deeper more interesting issues within the character)
hen = meg (making them suffer over and over again for. No reason)
karen = mary (such an interesting character that the show fails to fully realise/utilize)
gerard = john (show keeps trying to redeem him for some fucking reason)
blaze = miracle (random ass dog)
IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN OWEN STRAND
I really enjoy things better when I don’t see others opinions cause why are are people so negative about 9-1-1 every fucking episode. Why can’t you just enjoy it for what it is. Also why are fans picking apart the actors interactions and making awful conclusions about their relationships. Like plz stop being actually so miserable.
Okay so the snowstorm episodes were a freaking ROLLERCOASTER lemme tell ya. AMAZING spectacular gimme fourteen more of them right now.
BABY CHARLIE’S BORN!!!! FUCK YEAAAAH!!!!
TK & Carlos are together again!!! Good for them!!!! (Also they look very adorable holding a baby. IM JUST SAYING.)
And ofc, the 126 is BACK BABAEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!! Marjan our queen you deserve the world actually we cower before your feet🧎♀️➡️🧎♀️➡️
Lowkey starting to like Billy too IM JUST SAYING!!!! ME PERSONALLY!!! He’s a loser but he’s sad enough about it to be likeable. Good for him.
…and now TK is having a coma dream. Really. It’s not like that reminds me of anyone else in the 911 universe😭😭
This show is so stupid and i love it so much oh my god. Can I please have an other five characters in their own coma dreams. As a treat.
Starting season 3 now. what the fuck happened to TK and Carlos????? Give them backkkkkkkkkkkkk u gysss :((((
I don’t know who allowed Capt. Tommy Vega certified BAMF and amazing precious on-in-a-kind person to be hurt but LOOK THE FUCK OUT IM COMING FOR YOU.
RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY. RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU. RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY!!!!!