Feeling insane about 9-1-1 music choices again and idk if it's been talked about before but I was rewatching 2x17 (careful what you wish for) and the scene with Eddie and Shannon talking over dinner. We only get a small snippet of the song, but it's enough to add layers and meaning to the scene, and I'm unhinged about it.
The song is called We Could've and the whole thing is suspect, but these lines got me acting up:
I find you in my head sometimes / keep everything you said on rewind / you needed me to tell the truth / and I needed you to see right through me
I find it hard to keep my cool/ start feeling like your stupid fool / I needed you to let me down / and you needed me to keep on coming 'round
I find it hard to rearrange / to get back on my feet and start again / you never really leave my side / I find you everywhere I try to hide
And this is the little snippet the viewers actually hear in the scene:
We could've done better / we could've tried harder / we could've been stronger / we could've gone further / we could've shined brighter / we could've been so much more / but you walked out the door
Is this not the lyrical equivalent of Eddie and Shannon's story? I'm foaming at the mouth.
(Listen. It has been years but all I'm saying is we are perfectly justified in being unhinged over their use of Photograph and the lyrics that precede Eddie knocking on Buck's door because everything is intentional. )
The music department literally never misses.
I'm . . . I'm so sorry.
evan buckley fondles his dogs balls
“This is where I belong.”
eddie diaz letting himself be happy. can you imagine
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In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer.
(Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)
Ok ok ok but...
Eddie and morticia both being calm quiet protective. Is the voice of reason, or as close as you can in these groups.
Buck and Gomez both like 7,000 interests and studies. Being excitable puppies.
All 100% ready to commit murder for their family.
But also imagine: the multi-lingual nicknames, completely ignoring/oblivious to people who think they're odd (to the point the person has an existrental crisis and/or loses) and most importantly Eddie and buck staring in the waltz scene form the Addams family movie!
Please some talk to me/ add to this!!!
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Not my original artwork shout out to the original artist it was just a sketch so I colored it in hope I did it justice
Buddie still not being a thing is a legit war crime 🙃
My favorite moment in the entire series so far is when that Instagram influencer goes "don't say maggot" and buck is like "maggot😊"
Bobby: This is just a reminder that all psychiatric and therapy services are completely covered by the fire station’s health insurance plan
Buck: Why do you always look at me when you say that?
Buck: How does everyone know about my feelings for Eddie? I only told Bobby.
Bobby: I only told Athena.
Athena: I only told Hen.
Hen: I only told Chim.
Chim: I told many, many people.
I’ve seen a worrying amount of posts of people having it set in stone that this hostage episode is going to be the thing that leads to canon Buddie. While I believe everything they go through together is a potential stepping stone to that, I’m wondering if there’s going to be a lot of angry and disappointed people when Buck and Eddie don’t share an embrace and look deep into each other’s eyes. This episode may or not be as significant as we are building it up to be, but we need to keep in mind that they have not promised us anything regarding the hostage ep, we are the ones creating expectations, and also Buck is still in a relationship.
Buck: Sibling relationships are strange.
Buck: I’d give Maddie my kidney but she is NOT borrowing my charger.
when the waiting game ends
The state fair has come to Texas.
Eddie had been talking about going back home to take Chris to the state fair for months— it was all he talked about some lazy days at the station, and his enthusiasm made everyone else on the A-shift just as excited. Hen and Chim had insisted they make it a family trip, as in the whole 118 family. There hadn’t been time to make that happen, much to Buck’s disappointment, but somehow Buck found himself included in the trip plans anyway.
He wouldn’t have said no either way, but Eddie had practically begged Buck to come along— something about needing an excuse to avoid staying at his parents' house while they were in town. Buck could understand wanting to avoid annoying parents, and he can’t help but get excited at the prospect of going to the Texas state fair with his two favorite people in the world, so he’d agreed.
If he’d known Eddie would have talked him into driving the whole way from California to Dallas, though, he might have reconsidered. 24 hours trapped in a car with Eddie and his horrible taste in music and Christopher, who needed to pee every 5 minutes, was a nightmare Buck wasn’t eager to repeat on the drive home.
They’d booked a room at this small hotel— it was this close to being a motel, but it just barely made the cut— with two twins, Eddie and Christopher on one and Buck on the other, despite Buck’s insistence that it was a completely unfair arrangement. They didn’t spend much time in the hotel, though, as the next morning they were up super early— Buck had no clue why they needed to eat breakfast at 6 am— to drive to this authentic Texan diner for breakfast, and then they were off to the fair, which immoderately made Buck realize why breakfast was so early. They nearly missed out on a parking spot across the street from the fair, and if they’d come any later, they'd probably had to have parked miles away.
The wait to get in was insane— Eddie said he’d already bought them tickets the night before because most people bought tickets the day of— and when they finally got through the metal detectors and the bag checks, Buck was beyond relieved, as was Christopher.
“Finally!” he’d said, slumping against Buck.
They’d watched a clown juggle when they first got in; they followed around a man on stilts until Christopher got distracted; then they’d sat on these hot metal bleachers and watched a man wrestle an alligator. It was barely wrestling but Buck and Chris were both highly entertained— Eddie immediately took a video for Hen and Chim of Buck after catching him actually enjoying the performance and cheering the wrestler on.
Now, they’re wandering through the fair, Christopher holding both Buck and Eddie’s hands, swinging his arms between them.
When they pass the second ferris wheel at the park— Eddie explains that because the fair is for the whole state, there are three of every ride and attraction— Christopher tugs on Eddie’s sleeve, his eyes crinkled as he smiles. “Dad, can you see the whole fair?”
Eddie looks between his son and the looming structure ahead of them— a bright blue and red ferris wheel covered in blinking stars— craning his neck to gaze up at the carriage at the peak of the wheel. “You mean from the top of the ferris wheel, buddy? I’m sure we will. Why? Want to get on?”
“We’ll probably be able to see the car from up there, too,” Buck adds as they make their way toward it, trying to find the place where the line ends. “Maybe even your old house—”
“—oh, follow me,” Buck says, interrupting himself, pointing to the end of the ferris wheel line, which extends a little ways past the ride itself. “I think this is where the line ends.”
“That’s silly! Our old house is too far away!” Christopher giggles, and Eddie rolls his eyes at Buck as they take their place in line behind a man with a very sweaty back.
“Buck has never really been in Texas like this,” Eddie says, leaning down to Christopher, voice dancing on this line between teasing and explanatory, his body language— the way he’s tucked towards Christopher’s side, the way he’s looking back at Buck from the corner of his eye— conspiratorial. Buck looks at the two of them, his Diaz boys, and can’t help but smile. What a funny little group the three of them make.
“Buck isn’t a real Texan like us,” Christopher says.
“Not like us,” Eddie agrees. “He’s so LA, he’s probably never even ridden a bull before.”
At that, Buck cuts in. “Hey, I’ll have you know, I’ve lived all over the country before I moved to LA. I wasn’t even born in California— I’m from Pennsylvania.”
Eddie leans down to Chris again to not-whisper in his ear, “Yeah, he definitely hasn’t ridden a bull before,” earning himself another round of giggles.
Buck rolls his eyes, lips betraying him as they spread into a smile. “You know that I can hear you, right?”
“It’s okay that you aren’t a real Texan, Buck! You can be an honorary one,” Christopher says, patting him on the hand.
Eddie tries not to laugh, but Buck catches him, meeting his eyes with this attempt at annoyance and betrayal that just comes across as incredibly fond. “Thank you, Christopher. At least someone is being nice to me today.”
“I’ve been so nice to you! I stopped you from wearing that sweatshirt and from leaving your water at home. You would probably be dead right now if it weren’t for me,” Eddie shoots back as he leans into Buck, his shoulder brushing against Buck’s chest.
“At best, I’d have heatstroke. And lucky for me,” Buck retorts, also leaning in towards Eddie, the toe of his sneaker nudging the toe of Eddie’s. “I’m here with a medic and superman—“
“So I think between the two of you, I’d be covered.”
Eddie shakes his head and looks between Buck and Christopher, who wraps his arms around Buck’s middle and assures Buck that he’d use his superpowers to take care of him. “You two are something else.”
“It’s okay that you don’t understand, Eddie,” Buck says, lifting a cheering Christopher to sit up on his shoulders. “Just best friend behavior.”
“I thought I was your best friend?!” Eddie asks as he crosses his arms, mock betrayal heavy in his tone.
“Nope. It’s me!” Christopher says, resting his hands in Buck’s hair.
Up ahead of them, people move forward, and as Buck takes a couple steps, he takes stock of the line for the first time, and he realizes that they are little further from the ferris wheel than he thought they’d be. He can’t even see the front of the line from where the three of them are standing.
Might as well get comfortable , he thinks as he glances up ahead, the long, winding line of people seemingly endless from where he’s standing. This might take a while.
finish on ao3
Now, has anybody considered the fact that maybe "Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1" was scheduled to be released this week but then, of course, The Mask Singer wanted its slot? So, maybe they decided to have "Ghost Stories" come out first to fit with Halloween but then they realised it wouldn't work, so switched them back again?