HollowMachines
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- Dunkirk (2017) (18)
- Final Fantasy XV (5)
- The Terror (TV 2018) (2)
- Supernatural (TV 2005) (2)
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“Farrier, if I die, then… make sure they take me home. Promise me, would you?”
At the time, Farrier had humoured Collins with his answer—his promise of, “of course”—but he hadn’t wanted to think any more on it.
The memory strikes Farrier like a blow to the head as he stops before the cluster of tombstones...
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Nothing is more natural than fighting. Fighting to survive, to protect, to get home, to be free.
Together and alone, staring down the end of the world, fighting is all they can do.
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I choose love over pain, because you are all that mattered from where I stood below. You made me dream that I could fly, but that illusion shattered when you let me go…
Collins returns to Dunkirk.
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Love, You Held Me In The Sky by HollowMachines for irrelevanttous
Fandoms: Dunkirk (2017)
09 Jul 2022
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'No threat of guns or fires or drowning or falling from the sky.
Except he is falling—like a fucking meteor.
Because Collins sees him, and it’s like he’s being shot down all over again.'After so many years, and so much heartbreak, is it possible to redefine how your story ends?
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“The Battle of France is over. The Battle of Britain is about to begin.”
They come home to a country fighting for its survival in the skies. Dying is just a result. Now it is about living—about what kind of men they’ll be if they come out alive.
“We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be.”
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It all started with a username and a 16:9 aspect ratio. Buck did it as a joke, he swears.
Or, Buck has a baking and banging OnlyFans and Eddie is allowed to do /whatever/ he wants.
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07 Mar 2026
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He’s a vet, Buck would bet his last dollar. The combat boots tucked inconspicuously under the jeans are one thing, but it’s the faded green jacket that says it all - Diaz barely visible where it’s stamped over his chest, the way his shoulders sit tense and set back underneath it. Buck looks more military than Diaz does - he’s still keeping it high and tight, clean shaven, his arms are starting to finally fill in after all that PT. Diaz, by contrast, has a few days’ growth on him at least, dark shadows scrubbing across his cheeks, darker over his lips even, and a few long tendrils of wet hair still plastered to his forehead.
“Hey,” Buck says, “what can I do you for?”
“I need a room,” Diaz answers. “Can you do day to day?”
Buck looks outside at the long line of absolutely goddamn nothing and no one for miles, except Mr. Han in the Spade Suite, which he wouldn’t even be sure about himself if it weren’t for his towel hanging on the door knob every other morning at 10 am like clockwork. “Yeah, man, I think I can swing that.”
[Or Buck has a dead end job at a highway motel and a mysterious stranger arrives at night.]
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07 Mar 2026
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Running to the frontlines from a childhood he never had. Taking a bat to the wall with his son in the next room. Having an affair with the spitting image of his dead wife.
Eddie knows he’s never been good at grieving, knows he’s never been good at losing what little he allows for himself in the first place. This is why he also knows his coping mechanisms can’t possibly get any worse.
Buck, as he so often does, makes him reevaluate his assumptions.
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Evan Buckley dies behind a wall of glass. It’s a shame that when he’s revived not three minutes later, no one is informed.- Language:
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22 Feb 2026
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“Shannon,” he whispers softly.
“I couldn’t do it,” she says frantically, pacing around his coffee table. “I couldn’t — Christopher was crying and I tried to comfort him but my hands would just go through him. I couldn’t fix it, Buck. I couldn’t do anything but watch.”
What is Buck even supposed to tell her? That it’s unfair? It is but he’s pretty sure that she’s very aware of that. That it sucks? Yes, it very much does suck but again, she knows, she’s going through it, living it. She doesn’t need Buck to tell her any of that.
Nothing he says can make this better but he can explain what’s going to happen, can try to prepare her for what awaits her.Or Evan Buckley has always been able to see ghosts. He's been helping them pass to the other side for years. Now he has to help Eddie's estranged wife, Shannon.
A retelling of Season 2, Ghost Whisperer styleBookmarked by HollowMachines
06 Feb 2026
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Buck snorts. “Don’t know if you can count Buck version one in my career. Could be used against me, even. Hey- if you were captain, and I stole the firetruck-”
“I’d-” Eddie starts, and then cuts himself off. That blush from before returns, even as he stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road. Buck feels his eyebrows raise, and his mind starts to really tick in interest. “I’d handle it.”
“You’d handle me,” Buck drops his voice to a whisper, leans over the center console. “Could show you what I used it for. Captain.”
“You talk a big game,” Eddie says. He’s recovered somewhat, even with Buck still close. “But when I said no one would notice if we went to the storage closet-”
or, buck and eddie and the wonders of undernegotiated roleplay
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05 Feb 2026