Me @ My Mututals

Me @ my mututals

Maddie can feel the joy radiate off of each and every person her eyes glaze over as she looks at the photographs on the walls, one guy she even recognizes as the person who first greeted her when she unexpectedly showed up at the firehouse in search of her brother. She is so happy it seems Buck has found his place in the world and also found the people he wants to share his life with. If anyone deserved it, it was her little brother.

So maybe, maybe she should just leave and not come back. Maddie should just take her son and run somewhere else. It isn’t fair for her to drag her brother into a mess she made, not when he finally has a job he loves and people he considers family. Not only would she be messing his life up but theirs as well. They look like they love Evan just as much as she does, so automatically it feels like she’s making her mess all of their messes as well and that is not fair to drag down Buck and everyone around him. It would be all too familiar and all too hurtful she knows, but maybe she should just write a letter to her brother and get out while she still can.

There isn’t really much time to process that thought any longer though as the door handle jiggles to the front door and Buck is stepping into his apartment.

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Bobby lives the life of the unexpected. He lives the life of both Miracles and tragedies, has seen what type of magic and consequences a firefighter can both work and cause; he wouldn’t trade any of it for anything though...well, almost anything.

Bobby loves his job as a firefighter, he loves going out into the unknown everyday and getting to help families stay with each other, especially after he couldn’t keep his own family together in the end. Los Angeles was exactly the type of clean fresh air he needed to restart his life after living under a constant dark cloud for years. He can feel it even all this time later as he sits at the dinner table surrounded by something he never thought he would have again—a family, his family.

Bobby got a second chance to be married to another amazing woman and have kids running around the yard as he chased after them, and while it could never replace his life back in Minnesota, he is still grateful every single day for it. Really he should have had this life with his wife before and his own kids, and it will always be a mystery on why god caused him the pain he did, still does, because while he has a new life with a bunch of people he loves and who love him, it will never quite get rid of the gaping hole in his heart.

why are we here? just to suffer? every 5 minutes i have to clean my glasses

Haha, I never question how I say things, and then I see posts like this and they aren’t wrong lol. That’s exactly how I pronounce my words. Like, water bottle, you better believe I pronounce it as wadder boddle. (Why, idk.)

My best friend also thinks it’s funny on how I say Milk. She says Milk, but I pronounce it like melk. Please tell me other people pronounce it the same way my family does.

I think American accents are cute I love hearing American cuties talking yes bitch show me how rhotic your rs are