missmagooglie
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CANNOT get over this dude's commitment to the bit
#i can't believe this man full on belly flopped into a puddle#commitment game is INSANE#find yourself a man (gn) who commits to you the way this man commits to the bit
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eddie being so happy to see buck on the court :)
#i love seeing eddie so happy#but the mismatch between Eddie's whole vibe toward Buck#and Buck's whole vibe toward Eddie in this scene#is so 👀👀👀
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The Eddie having an orgasm at his naïveté being stripped away (the pink) is truly a thing of beauty - costume and writers I salute you 🫡🫡🫡
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I’m having a spirited debate and need a larger sample size
#put on socks upstairs where I get dressed/keep my clothes#then go downstairs to where I keep my shoes by the door#if you go sock-shoe-sock-shoe then I have to assume you're bringing shoes into your bedroom#and why would you ever do that?
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"In a historic “first-of-its-kind” agreement the government of British Colombia has acknowledged the aboriginal ownership of 200 islands off the west coast of Canada.
The owners are the Haida nation, and rather than the Canadian government giving something to a First Nation, the agreement admits that the “Xhaaidlagha Gwaayaai” or the “islands at the end of world,” always belonged to them, a subtle yet powerful difference in the wording of First Nations negotiating.
BC Premier David Eby called the treaty “long overdue” and once signed, will clear the way for half a million hectares (1.3 million acres) of land to be managed by the Haida.
Postal service, shipping lanes, school and community services, private property rights, and local government jurisdiction, will all be unaffected by the agreement, which will essentially outline that the Haida decide what to do with the 200 or so islands and islets.
“We could be facing each other in a courtroom, we could have been fighting each other for years and years, but we chose a different path,” said Minister of Indigenous Relations of BC, Murray Rankin at the signing ceremony, who added that it took creativity and courage to “create a better world for our children.”
Indeed, making the agreement outside the courts of the formal treaty process reflects a vastly different way of negotiating than has been the norm for Canada.
“This agreement won’t only raise all boats here on Haida Gwaii – increase opportunity and prosperity for the Haida people and for the whole community and for the whole province – but it will also be an example and another way for nations – not just in British Columbia, but right across Canada – to have their title recognized,” said Eby.
In other words, by deciding this outside court, Eby and the province of BC hope to set a new standard for how such land title agreements are struck."
-via Good News Network, April 18, 2024
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Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.
Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )
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Fuck It Saturday
I'm not sure if it's friday anywhere anymore so we're fucking it on a Saturday!! I've been super lax on writing this week because I've got a beefy 3k word report on care for transgender/gender diverse parents during pregnancy due on Monday and I am not even halfway done dfkjds. BUT I did get a small trickle of Frostpunk AU beans so I thought I'd share! Snippet below the line bc it's kinda long
Tagged for Friday & Saturday by @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @dangerpronebuddie @spotsandsocks @bidisasterevankinard
@cal-daisies-and-briars @daffi-990 @theotherbuckley and @kitteneddiediaz, I will be getting to your snippets tonight!!
Buck’s reading to Christopher when it happens.
Ever since Christopher woke up, Buck has been keeping a near-constant vigil at his bedside, keeping the boy entertained and comfortable where he can. He’d even snuck into the Children’s Shelter to borrow some toys for Christopher - a set of cards, a rainbow puzzle, a small, plastic dinosaur toy, and a fluffy rabbit that Christopher had kept tucked under his arm ever since.
So, it’s not entirely surprising that Buck is there when Edmundo wakes up.
The first indication is the bleeping on Edmundo’s heart monitor begins to increase in speed. Buck stops midsentence and turns in his chair. The first thing he notices is that Edmundo’s eyes are open, wide and fearful as he looks around the room.
In a flash, Buck is on his feet, book clattering to the floor, and he rushes over to Edmundo’s bedside.
“Hen!” he yells, praying his friend is close enough to hear. “Chimney! Someone, come quick!!”
Edmundo’s chest begins to heave as a heavy panic sets in and he raises his arms to claw at the breathing tube down his throat. Buck grabs his wrists and pins them to his size, and is surprised at the strength of the man. It takes no small amount of effort to keep him from ripping the tube out, or scrabbing at the IV lines in his arms.
“Hey, hey it’s okay, Hen and Chimney are coming, just breathe for me,” Buck says hurriedly as he watches Edmundo gag around the tube. He knows the man will be getting oxygen, but that won’t be stopping the feeling of suffocation, the feeling of obstruction in his throat.
Edmundo’s eyes bug out as he looks at Buck, gaze boring into him in a silent plea. Help me. Make it stop.
There’s a clattering of feet on linoleum as Hen, Chimney, and another medic Buck doesn’t know the name of all sprint into the cramped med bay.
“What’s going on, what happened?” Hen asks as she comes screeching to a halt, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what’s going on. Before Buck can even open his mouth, Chimney is grabbing the extubation equipment and barking orders at Hen and the medic, all three swarming Edmundo’s bedside.
Buck’s in the way, he knows it but he cannot make himself move. Instead, he takes both of Edmundo’s hands and laces their fingers together, squeezing lightly to give Edmundo something to focus on.
“Look at me, Edmundo,” he says as Hen peels off the tape keeping the tube in place. Edmundo’s eyes flick back towards Buck, his eyebrows scrunched together, and Buck’s stomach twists uncomfortably as he sees a tear slide down Edmundo’s cheek.
“That’s it, just keep your eyes on me.”
“Okay, extubating patient now. Hen, have suction at the ready. Jess, get the O2 mask,” Chimney orders, and there’s a fluffy of movement as everyone gets in position.
Buck looks away. He doesn’t want to watch the tube come out. He’s never been the best with medical things at the best of times and this.. well he’s not exactly sure why the thought of Edmundo in particular being in pain makes him so unhappy but it does. So he doesn’t watch, instead keeping his eyes trained firmly on his and Edmundo’s hands. It doesn’t escape his notice the way Edmundo’s knuckles go white as he clings to Buck for dear life.
There’s horrible wet noise followed by the sound of suction and a volley of wet coughs, before Buck hears a deep breath in. He chances a glance upwards and sees Edmundo, eyes open and sans tube for the first time he got to Sector 118. There’s an oxygen mask fitted over his face, fogging up with every breath Edmundo takes.
Instantly, relief flows through Buck like warm honey, filtering through his veins until he’s lighter and warmer than he’s been in days. Edmundo’s awake. Edmundo is breathing on his own. Edmundo’s alive.
Buck grins, unable to contain his joy. “Welcome back to the world of the living, Edmundo.”
“Eddie,” the guy croaks, and Buck blinks.
“Huh?”
“Name’s E-Eddie. Not Edmundo,” he rasps, before breaking out into a coughing fit. Buck rushes to help him upright, takes off the oxygen mask, and holds out a container as Edmundo – Eddie spits into it, his chest heaving from the force of his coughs. Buck rubs his back, murmuring reassuring words until Eddie takes a shaky breath and allows himself to rest back against his pillows.
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My cat has to wear a cone this week and it made me think of an angel whose halo is a cone.
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don't just stand there
chapter three: "Get a room, you two!"
this is part four of the 5+1 "eddie cockblocks bucktommy in ways that defy all rational explanation" fic :)
Buck smiled, waving at his friends, and watched them hop into their respective vehicles. The whole time, his other hand was finishing the buttons and reaching into Tommy's jeans.
"You're incorrigible," Tommy said, a little breathless. "They haven't even pulled out of the parking lot."
"Traffic's going to be insane," Buck said, luxuriating in the familiar weight of Tommy's cock in his hand. "It'll take at least forty minutes to get home, and you can't make me wait that long, babe, you just can't."
"So needy," Tommy said fondly, carding his fingers through Buck's hair. "You know, I had plans to take you out for an early dinner, wine and dine you a bit - "
"Sounds like a great plan," Buck grinned. "But it'll have to wait until after you cum in my mouth. That cool with you?"
Instead of answering, Tommy used the hand in his hair to push Buck's head into his lap.
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hey hey hey
Assigning you a song that makes white people go nuts (from experience)
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stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong
aka rival firefighters 🚒 | buddie | chapter 2/10 | Explicit
Eddie’s just finished helping load up the last patient into the 118’s ambulance, Wilson already in the front with the engine running and ready to go, and Han in the back, settling in beside their patient, when Buckley finds him again.
“Diaz! Are you a match? Because you ignite a fire within me.” Buck says, stupid cocky smile in place.
“Are you a smoke detector? Because you’re really loud and annoying.” Eddie shoots back, way too mentally worn out from triage to go another round with Buckley.
A loud laugh rips out of Wilson, echoing through the cabin while Han laughs so hard he almost chokes on his gum. Once Han’s recovered, he wipes his eyes, looking at Buckley and wheezing out, “Oh my god you can’t be serious?”
Eddie uses the question as his chance to slip away and make his way back to his own team. Only for Buckley to call out to him not even seconds later.
“Hey, Diaz!”
So close. He was so close.
He comes to a stop but doesn’t turn around, not wanting to give Buckley the satisfaction or whatever.
“I hate it when you go! But I love to watch you leave!”
Eddie shakes his head and can’t control the huff of a laugh that breaks free. This guy really is something else. Eddie doesn’t even bother with giving him the finger or retaliating, just continues walking until he’s back with the 136.
Read Chapter Two on AO3
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