"All Girl Band At The EM Club - Camp Camelot": November 23, 1969
(photos by a soldier named David Stromberger when he was deployed during the Vietnam War)
evan “buck” buckley in every episode of 9-1-1
Honestly I kind of think if they were to go with a marriage storyline for bucktommy so soon, they should go whole-hog and have them elope and get married suddenly and it be explicitly a bad idea because they weren’t actually ready but because they are in love, they work with it. There would be so much story one could mine out of that. I think that’s unlikely for the show, but luckily we have @mugsywrites Want of Understanding series 🥰
maybe the minor heart attack they gave buck is what caused the pulmonary embolism...
actively crying.
headcanons are all well and good, and are a great way for fandom to interact with a piece of media, but the minute you start praising or lauding something for representation that is purely fanon you have sincerely lost the plot
reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster
You know, if you're going to dye a fountain for some cause, you might want to think seriously about what visual effect your choice of color will have when added to water ...
Hi fun fact, colors do have meaning and there is a legit thing called color theory. Yellow does has more positive connotations than negative. Yellow is associated more with happiness, creativity and hope than pissing on the poor.
I don't exactly know how to express this but sometimes you see people take a familial relationship with a woman in it and shunt her aside to create a new nuclear family structure with two men. and the female character just. disappears
children are so fucking funny man. i just overheard a kid go “i just learned a new way to pinch, wanna see it? it hurts a lot more!” followed by a loud, notably pained scream
mark my words
redbubble / trans flag version
A surprise TayLou fic enters the chat! the premise- Taylor asks Lou out.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Taylor said, sliding smoothly into the empty seat next to Lou.
“A detective at a badge and ladder, who would have thought?” Lou said dryly.
She ignored the sarcasm and clinked her glass against his, taking a sip of the whiskey.
“Would have thought you’d be with the firefighters,” Lou gestured to the group at the back of the bar.
Taylor wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, that’s… not a thing anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” he offered.
“Don’t be,” she said, somewhat flippant. “I think it was for the best.”
“Congratulations?”
“You could buy me a drink if you really want to say congratulations,” Taylor said, leaning in closer.
“You know I’m not going to share any information about cases with you,” he said.
“You’re the one who brought up work,” she pointed out. “I’m just here for the drinks.”
“Surely this isn’t the best place you know for drinks.”
“It works well enough. So, about that drink?”
“You haven't finished the one you showed up with.”
Taylor picked up the glass and drank the rest of the whiskey, tilting her head back just enough to draw attention to the way she swallowed it.
“Well?” she smiled.







