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Dear 911onfox writers and Headwriter Tim Minear. When are we getting a Buckley siblings whump?
Imagine the drama. Imagine Josh receives the call. Imagine Chimney and Eddie risk their lives just to get to or save their own Buckley's. Imagine Athena and Bobby violate their protocols just to get to The Buckley's ASAP. Imagine Hen trying to resuscitate either of The Buckley's.
Just imagine.
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“You needed a hug.” Firefam and Buck?? Please?
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Buck does his best to hide it. He laughs and smiles at all the right times, makes jokes, and forces himself to be just as happy as he always is. But when the others aren’t looking, he allows himself to sink into the growing sadness in his brain. 
“Buck?” Hen sits down beside him on the couch, snapping him out of his reverie. 
He quickly shakes his head and plasters on a smile as he looks at his friend, “Hey, Hen!”
She gives him a sad look, “You doing okay?” 
Buck’s smile slips for a second, but he forces it right back up. He didn’t know that any of them would notice, or care that something is wrong. 
He tilts his head to the side in feign confusion, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” 
Hen sighs and puts a hand on his leg. “You’ve been acting off for a while now. I just wanted to check in and see if you’re okay.” 
“I’m fine,” Buck insists. He doesn’t like how well Hen can read him, she’s always been able to tell what’s going on with him and it makes it near impossible to hide things from her. Without letting her say anything more, he walks into the kitchen and starts a conversation with Bobby. 
A few days later, while Buck is reading something on his phone, Chimney puts a plate of food in front of Buck and sits down next to him. Buck gives him a questioning glance, but Chimney just nods for Buck to start eating. Buck does as he’s told and bites into the toast. 
Chimney watches him for a few seconds before saying, “I’m worried about you.”
Buck rolls his eyes, “You too? Why is everyone suddenly so concerned about my well being.” Buck lets his mask slip for a second, letting his frustrations through. He’s stuck between wanting them to force him to say something and wanting them to pretend like everything is fine. 
“We care about you, Buck,” Chimney tells him as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re a family, you know that by now. Hell, you’re only a few months away from legally being my brother. I think I’m allowed to worry.” 
Buck shakes his head, “Just like I told Hen, I’m fine. Thank you, but I’m fine.”
Chimney sighs, looking defeated, “Okay, Buckaroo. But listen, when you’re ready to talk, we’re all ready to listen. We’re here for you.” Chimney squeezes Buck’s shoulder as he walks away. Buck looks down at the plate in front of him, the ache growing in his chest. 
The next day, Buck walks into the station and the second he is in uniform is immediately pulled into a tight hug by Eddie who had been tying his shoes. Buck’s mind goes blank for a second as he relishes in the comfort. Eddie’s strong arms hold him tight around the middle as Buck tentatively raises his arms to return the embrace. Buck exhales slowly and forces himself to step back, making Eddie’s arms fall away.
“What was that for?” Buck asks, his arms wrapping around his waist self consciously. 
Eddie shrugs, “You needed a hug.” 
Buck scuffs his foot against the floor. “Thanks.” 
“Any time.” As Eddie is about to leave the locker room, he turns to Buck and asks, “You still on for dinner with Christopher tonight?” 
“Hell yeah,” Buck smiles. 
On Monday night, Buck isn’t working but the rest of the team is. When they’re taking a rest after a call, suddenly they hear footsteps coming up the stairs. They look over and see Buck standing there, tears streaming down his face. He looks at them frozen like a deer in headlights for a moment. 
Buck’s lip wobbles as he looks at his friends before his eyes settle on Bobby. “Help,” he says to Bobby before his knees buckle from under him as he sobs. 
Bobby is by Buck’s side in an instant, holding him close and gently lowering him to the ground. “It’s okay,” Bobby hushes him. “You’re alright.” 
Buck leans against Bobby’s chest, tears soaking through the fabric of his uniform, as Chimney, Hen, and Eddie surround him, all wrapping their arms around him. 
“You’re going to be okay, Buckaroo.” 
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MRS NASH 😭 I will never be over it 😭😭😭😭
So like, she actually introduced herself as Athena Nash to the cop, not Sergeant Athena Grant?? I mean, she was obviously there in FL as a daughter, not a cop, so it makes sense but still. for anyone to use that so casually, like that’s just her name. She didn’t even blink once or remind anyone of her title. she was there, fully present as Athena Nash. I will never be over it.
SAAAAAAMMMMEEEE!!! 😭😭😭
Like my thought for a while is that she's Athena Grant professionally, both because it's too much of a hassle to change what she goes by professionally after all these years and because it's a good way to protect Michael and the kids (see the scene where Michael got pulled over), she's Athena Grant-Nash to people who know her (see her phone voicemail), and she introduces herself as Athena Nash to strangers that she is not meeting professionally/in her role as a cop.
And I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!!
I love that she's allowed to be all of these things, and I love that she is PROUD to be all of these things and comfortable to be all of these things.
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athena + the impact tanya had on her
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i’m so torn about hen’s storyline because on the one hand, seeing her become a badass surgeon would be so fulfilling and there’s a lot of potential to continue tying in a message about how important diversity in the medical field is like in the arc with toni’s health scare
but on the other, i think it would be really gratifying to see her quit and to see a message about how quitting does not mean failure! burn out in television, when it is seldom portrayed, is a horror! who are you if you cannot work? and ultimately, there’s almost always a triumphant and glorious return to previous standards. but sometimes, things just don’t work out, you push yourself too far and you can’t come back to that same thing. and that’s ok!! it means choosing a different path for yourself and opening new opportunities — like as a fire captain, perhaps
whatever happens though, i know it’s gonna devastate me, i’m always a sucker for characters facing really difficult choices, prioritizing everything and in doing so overextending themselves
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I know I've already talked about Angela and how this was her episode, but I also feel like it's essential to acknowledge that this was Athena's episode, and that's okay.
There is so much backlash in this fandom about copaganda—and that's often warranted—but I do wish that it didn't lead so many people to outright rejection of any storyline Athena might have.
Because lately it's been feeling like Athena is increasingly relegated to the background or to a role that can't breach confinement of her role as wife and mother, and that just doesn't sit right.
To reject Athena because she's a cop is to reject one of the most interesting and nuanced characters in this series and to brush off her own background and trauma as not good enough for exploration just because of the career she chose. And that does such a disservice to the show and the character we've grown to love.
And it does a disservice to the layers underneath the uniform.
This show isn't usually about using Athena to catch the bad guy—that's just the frame. The real story is in the trauma and the pain of all the people affected by the poor choices in the situations she responds to. It's about her own conflicts over the job and what she can and can't change. It's about a girl who witnessed trauma and grew into a woman who wanted to help the people she saw hurting, and it's about how she made a choice that maybe sometimes doesn't help at all.
To write off any story they tell about Athena as just the cop story that doesn't deserve the screentime is to reject all of Athena's nuance and to reject the reality that sometimes—often—trauma is tied up in our legal system. And, sometimes, the cop story is actually the story of a little girl who was hurt by someone she trusted and never received justice because the father of the guy who did it chose to prioritize his love for his son over closure for that innocent child who died at the hands of the son he didn't want to believe was a monster.
Sometimes Athena's story is about how the things she sees every day are so horrific that they leave her questioning the trust she has in the father she has always adored. About how she struggles to trust anyone because her reality after all her years on the job is tainted by how much damage and hurt one person can do. About how the horrors she sees are so often at the hands of people who are loved and trusted by families and friends who would never believe them capable.
And yeah, there are things to be said about the problems with portraying that through the eyes of a police officer.
But I think there's also something to be said about the unique lens that Athena's position gives us on the reality of trauma. Because it's one I'm not sure would come through with any of our other first responders.
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I can't wait to get the COVID vaccine and level up
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the fact that international celebrities are addressing the farmers protest better than the indian government never fails to astound me.
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Hi. My name is Peter Parker. You might know me from such hits as “local idiot accidentally poisons himself” or “resident disaster human being gets his girlfriend lettuce, thinking it were flowers”. (Luckily, both these happenstances went over without too much of a hitch. But you probably already guessed that, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell you all this, now would I?)
This is the story of another time I – albeit with the best intentions – really messed up.
It all started about ten days ago. I was at home, just minding my own business, when the doorbell rang, followed by my Aunt calling out: “Peter, you have visitors!”
After putting down my comic book, I walked out to the living room, to find Mr Captain America, Mr The Winter Soldier White Wolf and Mr Falcon standing there.
“Uhm hi.”
“Heya, Queens”, Mr America smiled. “You doing alright?”
“Yeah, Brooklyn”, I grinned back. “What brings you by?”
“We could do with your help on a mission.”
“What kind of mission are we talking about here?” Aunt May eyed the Avengers quite sternly, and it was almost funny to see the superheroes, that had fought in World War II shy back in fear. Totally understandable, though, I don't think there's anyone that warrants more respect than Aunt May. Ok, maybe Pepper Potts. And most definitely MJ. MJ, that's short for Michelle Jones, she's my girlfriend the absolute best, most wonderful person, ever. Like, she's so smart, she's really badass and doesn't take anybody's shit. And she's so pretty, like really beautiful, inside even more so than out, although that's not even possible. And when she laughs... The whole room lights up and my brain's entire bio-chemistry just blows up. MJ is the absolute best, perfection incarnate and I realize that I maybe may have trailed off a bit there... Sorry 'bout that, let me get back to the story.
Where was I?
Right, Mr America, Bucky, Sam, a mission and a stern Aunt May.
“It's nothing military”, Steve explained. “It's Tony's birthday coming up and we'd like to get him something special.”
“That's why we need your help”, Sam continued. “You do know him better than we do, after all.”
“And you probably have the best idea what to get the guy that already has everything”, Bucky finished their pitch.
“That is a really wonderful idea”, May smiled.
“Yeah, it's totally awesome”, I agreed. “And I might just have an idea what to get him...”
For purposes of dramatic story telling, I won't share the surprise we got for Mr Stark just yet. Rest assured though, it is a good one.
Spending the afternoon together was a lot of fun. After having gotten the surprise, we all went for doughnuts. The Avengers couldn't stay too long though, they had appointments back at the compound, some sort of meeting, that I am happy to miss out on. Seriously, those Avenger meetings are boring as hell!
So I did what I love doing in my free time: I went out on patrol.
Oh right, that's something else you need to know about me first. Do you see that red figure, swinging through the streets, doing a flip and landing right over there on that rooftop? Yeah, that's me. For I am a superhero! But not just any old superhero, I am the one and only Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man, vigilante par excellence and part time Avenger. As little as I enjoy showing off, I have to admit that this is pretty awesome. I'm super strong, can climb up walls, walk on ceilings and my newest suit update even made me bulletproof! (Well, not me directly, but to quote the one and only Ironman: “The suit and me are one”, so you get where I'm going with this.)
That particular day there wasn't going on too much, though. Few pick-pockets, a car thief, but other than that it was slow, crime-wise. The problem with days like these is that it gives my mind plenty of chances to roam, especially around that one thought: I still hadn't found the perfect birthday gift for Mr Stark myself. Which yes, sounds ironic, given that I had found the perfect thing for the other Avengers to gift him, but not the right thing for me to give him. You see, our relationship started out as this sort of mentorship, where he helped me with the suit, showed me the way around an engineer's lab and is always ready to help out during patrol. By now he's more like my family. And yes, I found this pretty funny shirt, with that graph having a bunny and a duck as the x- and y-axes. No, let me rephrase that, it's not pretty funny, it's freaking hilarious. But it doesn't really say how important Mr Stark and our relationship is to me.
But what do you give the guy who is kind of like a Dad to you?
Unfortunately, even though I'm pretty smart, this thought process took a lot longer than I'd have liked. Even with the help of Ned and MJ, the smartest and best people I know, I got jack with a side of squat. The best thing they came up with was for me to cook a nice dinner for Mr Stark and Pepper. Which would be a wonderful idea, if I could cook something other than toaster-waffles or microwave-popcorn. And, as delicious as either of those are, neither really make for a fancy dinner fit for my father-figure's fiftieth birthday.
“Come on, you can make him a cake at least”, Ned mumbled, clearly caring more about my issue than the Spanish Test we were supposed to be taking right now. And that is the exact reason why he's my best friend and why I love him so.
“Fine. You know how to make a cake?”
“That's what the internet's for”, MJ hissed over.
So that's where I ended up (after getting detention for talking during a test), in front of my computer, googling how to make a cake. But just a cake wasn't enough. It was like a nice entrée, but the main course had to be so mind-blowingly amazing, showing Tony how much he means to me.
At this point of the story I'd like you all to burn into your mind how pure my intentions were and you have to agree that all I'm doing is the most amazing shit. Right, now that we're in agreement that I'm a wonderful, charming person and a delight to have around, let me continue to where everything started to go downhill.
Regrettably, all my fantastic ideas didn't really hit until the night before, which brings me to my first mistake: me thinking I could plan the most wonderful and amazing gift for Tony in about one night. Needless to say, I didn't really think all of it completely through (Mistake 2). And, for added motivation, I ingested an interesting and possibly quite dangerous mix of coffee and redbull (Mistake 3).
At first everything started out perfectly fine. The recipe was simple enough, I barely burned the damn thing and the parts that were a little dark were easily enough covered in chocolate. Some blueberries on top and I even managed to fit 50 candles on top.
Oh, you should have seen Tony's face when I carried it into the compound, he was so happy!
“Peter, that looks so delicious! I'm not sure I'm that old, though.”
“Sorry”, I shrugged and barely bit down my grin, but it's just so much fun to rile up Tony, especially when it came to his age.
“Yeah, yeah”, he grumbled and, with his arm around my shoulder pushed me to the living room, “let's jump ahead before you say something that might make me throw you out of my house.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“How was school?”
Oh fuck. After spending all morning in the kitchen, there might have been something I might have forgotten... (Mistake 4). Shit, May was so going to ground me.
“Nothing unusual”, I lied. (Mistake 5 – never, ever lie to Tony Stark, no matter how big or small the fib). “MJ and Ned wish you a very happy birthday.”
“Thank them from me. Now, the official party that is supposed to be a surprise starts in an hour.”
“Which of course you know about”, I grinned. It was virtually impossible to keep anything from Tony in this building.
“Naturally”, he grinned back. “Wanna sample a taste first, though?”
“I would love to try this perfection of palpable divinities.” (Misplaced confidence and hubris – mistake 6).
“Right.” It was with a roll of his eyes that Tony got a knife out. “So, the trick is to cut out a small slice from the middle, push the sides back together and...”
“Yeah, yeah, what do you take me for?”, I shot back, “I'm not too dumb myself.” That statement will soon be disproved, but let's revel in the beauty that is this moment where everything is still alright.
And for a few glorious moments, everything was perfect. The cake was delicious and Tony seemed to think so, too. Until he started clearing his throat. And again.
“You alright?”
“What's in that cake?”, he coughed, loosening his tie. “Not walnuts, is it?” (And that would be mistake 7).
“Uhm yeah?” Well shit. “Please don't tell me...” Of fucking course Tony would be fucking allergic to my birthday cake. “FRI, tell Bruce we're on our way to the medbay.”
“It's ok”, Tony choked, “I'll be...”
“Yes, you'll be fine.” I tried my all to sound not too panicked, I'm honestly not so sure if I succeeded, what, with my focus being on trying to get Mr Stark some help. Admittedly I all but carried him to the medbay, which he probably didn't appreciate as much as I hoped he would, but well. Safety first. (And maybe, next time, figure out what allergies the people around me have).
A shot from Bruce later, it was ok again. I would love to say it was great, but well. The admittedly disgusting looking swelling around his neck went down, and he even managed to sort of breathe again, but it still didn't look all that healthy. In short: it fucking sucked.
“Hey kid, it's alright, lived through worse.”
That might have been true, but then it hadn't been my fault. And it had been on the battlefield, not within the safety of his home and the comfort that was supposed to be his birthday party.
“And you didn't ruin my birthday”, Tony continued; apparently now able to hear every single one of my thoughts. “It doesn't matter if I look a little puffy on the pictures. It's still gonna be a fantastic party.”
“Of course he knows about the party”, Bruce scoffed. “Who blabbed?”
“Nobody did”, Tony made clear, “I'm a genius, remember?”
“Yeah, so are the other people present.”
Not that I felt much like a genius at that very moment. And Mr Stark was definitely in worse shape than “just a little puffy”. The rash had gone down a bit, but under normal circumstances Tony wasn't that red unless when wearing his iron suit and he tried not to let anything on, but I was pretty sure that whatever Tony would try to eat would be immediately thrown up again.
The other Avengers thought the whole thing to be hilarious. Which it really wasn't. Trust me. I know I wasn't the one who who almost died, but almost killing my father-figure? Being the person responsible for taking down Ironman?
Given the – hopefully understandable – embarrassment, I'm going to skip telling you about the teasing, the comments, the jabs, the laughter and everything the Avengers dished out. Well, as luck would have it, my actual present was still to come and that just had to blow everybody's mind enough that they'd forget my poisoning of Tony.
So not too long into that horrible party, I happily excused myself and headed straight for mistake number 8: letting my frustration motivate all my next moves. It would probably be best to tell you what I envisioned for my proper gift: personalized fireworks. Before you say anything, I now know that it was a horrible idea. There is probably no need for me to tell you what happened next, is there? To put a painful story short there was a loud bang and then things around me go dark.
If I'm being perfectly honest, I couldn't tell you much more details about that very situation if I wanted to, it's all a little hazy and Mr Dr Bruce say it's to blame on me hitting my head when that explosion threw me across the workshop. That we know thanks to FRIDAY, the Stark AI, having recorded it all and it would have been quite nice to remember that because the footage looks rad.
Anyways, I survived. Yay! Aunt May threatened some workshop-restrictions and a bit of grounding, not so yay, and MJ called me a dumbass, which is MJ-language for 'I'm glad you're not dead and I love you'. So, yay on that as well.
At the end of the day it was just Pepper and Tony cuddled on one couch, Happy and Rhodey decidedly not cuddling on another and me with my head on Aunt May's lap while she put her fingers through my hair, which is just the most soothing feeling in the world.
“I don't want to kill the mood, but mind telling us why you first tried to kill me and then yourself?”
“I didn't try to kill anyone. I just wanted to give you the perfect birthday gift.”
“That is the absolute sweetest thing”, he smiled. Well, I think he smiled, his face was at that point still weirdly swollen. “But you do know that every gift from you is the perfect gift, right? Even those ridiculous shirts are worth more than any Gucci suit.”
“Well, if you're bringing it up...” With that bruise on my face my smile looked probably similarly skew and messed up as Tony's. “If the cake was the entrée and the fireworks the main course, this is dessert.” From underneath the couch, where I had hidden it, I got out the last present. It took me probably an hour to wrap that damn t-shirt, suffered countless paper-cuts, invented half a dozen new swearwords and it still looked like it got caught under a steamroller. Maybe giving gifts just isn't my strong suit...
“This doesn't blow up if I open it, does it?”, Tony grinned.
“I didn't expect the other two to go that disastrous, so who knows?”
It didn't blow up, in case you were wondering. And Tony loved it, in case you were wondering about that.
So there we are. I am an idiot, yes, I know that, Mr Stark knows that and you know that, but I believe I'm an adorable idiot. It's been a few days since Mr Stark's birthday, I'm all healed, as is Tony. Of course I have not yet lived it down; the Avengers unfortunately aren't forgetful when it comes to idiocy and therefore I have repeatedly been gifted walnuts over the last few days and will continue to receive them for a long time to come.
But that's alright. The best gift, as it turned out in the end, wasn't for Tony, but for me: at his latest press thing, Mr Stark actually wore the shirt I got him. An official SI press conference, with the most prestigious papers and news outlets from all over the world and he showed up not in a fancy expensive suit, but in the damn science-pun shirt about rabbits and ducks. And all the explosions and near-death experiences can go to hell, because the very picture of Tony wearing MY shirt adorned all the newspapers this morning. And that's the best present anybody could ever get.
The End
Oh shit, wait, I totally forgot to tell you what the Avengers got Tony! You're going to love this. A little hint: Pepper wasn't all that happy about it. Yeah, you got it: a giant plush-bunny! Exactly, it's amazing.
Huh, maybe I'm not that bad at having gift ideas after all...
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"Anthony Edward Stark."
Oh shit, full name? Tony was in trouble.
"Yes darling, light if my life sweetest...", He beamed at her.
"Stop", she shushed him and, arms crossed planted herself right between Tony and the TV screen. Not gonna lie, Tony was not sure he'd make it out in one piece.
"Would you care to explain to me why the governor of Rhode Island is threatening legal action?"
"Oh that", Tony laughed. And here he had been thinking something dangerous was afoot. "You know it's Rhodey's birthday next week."
"I don't like where this is going", Pepper sighed. "Are you trying to rename an entire US-state?"
"No. I tried to,but Governor Raimondo made clear that I can't. So I want to buy it."
"What?" Wow, after years and years, Tony apparently still managed to find new ways to shock Pepper.
"I mean, if I own it, I can rename it", he shrugged, not quite sure why Pepper looked like he was insane.
"And how did we end up with being sued?", she sighed, waving an envelope.
"I might have asked more than once", he admitted, "she kept saying no, so I offered more money. But legal action? That's a bit extreme..."
"You want to buy an entire US state and you're calling her extreme?"
"Don't you think that Rhodes deserves his own state?", Tony shot back. Pepper was right, of course she was, but his platypus deserved nothing less than absolutely everything.
"Well, what would Rhodey say about that?"
"He'd say Thank You", Tony shot back.
"and then?"
"and then he'd tell me to give Rhode Island back", he groaned. "Fine, tell the government I won't ask any more."
"Gladly. Besides, you don't have to go that big; Rhodey will be happy if you draw him a picture and you know it." A soft kiss later Pepper walked back to her office abd left Tony alone with his thoughts.
Paint him a picture...
headcanon: tony has tried to buy rhode island and rename it rhodey island multiple times
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When Tony introduces the newest member of SI, Harley Keener, Peter is not amused. Because as hard as Peter tries to get along with him, there is no way around it: Harley Keener is a class A douche that Peter would never ever get along with. No matter that he can be a little funny, is really smart and sometimes even kinda cute, Peter will never ever like him.
And that is a Peter garantie.
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YA literature? You mean books about Super Special White Girl and Her Mysterious Brooding Boyfriend?
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