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Rewatching season 2 is like, Buck is being standoffish with Eddie in the first episode and by the end of it making declarations of loyalty and then the rest of the season they're glued to each other's sides and he's yapping up a storm and Eddie is gazing at him softly, like as soon as Buck determined Eddie was 'safe' he enfolded him into his life immediately and Eddie sunk into that affection and care and partnership like an exhausted man falls into bed, with gusto and relief

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Hen and Chimney casually mentioned that Eddie doesn't get flustered. Buck who's sat nearby on his phone doesn't even look up when he offhandedly says 'Yeah, he does.' Hen and Chim look at him dubiously.

'When?' Chim asks.

Buck looks up, now. 'Like all the time.'

'Name one time' Chim challenges.

'I'm with Chim on this one. I've never really seen Eddie flustered.'

Now Buck is the one looking dubious. 'Um, like when...uh...' His mind suddenly goes blank.

'See. You can't even give an example.' Chim gloats.

'Hey, no that's not fair. You put me on the spot.' Buck argues. 'He...like yesterday! He made me a coffee and said he'd already put sugar in it, yeah? And I said that's so sweet of you. And he blushed!'

'Are you sure he was blushing.' Hen asks clearly not buying it.

'Yeah, maybe he was just warm.' Chim counters.

'I'm telling you, he blushed!' Buck exclaims.

Hen and Chimney continue to look at him sceptically.

'Prove it.' Chimney challenges

'What?'

'Prove. It.' Chimney grins.

Buck just stares in disbelief for a moment before he caves. 'Alright, fine. I'll prove it. I'll get him flustered and you can see for yourself.'

This is how Buck ends up making a fool of himself later in the day when they're just finishing up on a call and Eddie is just frowning at him, confused, not at all effected by Bucks lame attempt to get him flustered.

Buck walks back towards Hen and Chimney in defeat. 'We're out on a call, he probably just has his guard up.' Buck defends.

'Uh huh.' is Hen's response to that. Chimney just snaps his gum, grinning.

Buck attempts a cheesy one liner when they're back at the firehouse. This earns him a part way baffled and part way amused chuckle from Eddie when he responds with 'Alright.' looking to Chim and Hen with an ~Are you seeing this?~ expression. Hen and Chim just hide their amusement behind their mugs.

Buck tries a few more times before giving up.

'Fine. You guys were right. Eddie is unflappable. I clearly don't know what I was talking about.'

'Hey, at least it was fun to watch you try.' Chimney teases. Hen smiles in amusement.

And that was that until much later on when Buck is cooking dinner and Eddie is helping. Buck comes up behind Eddie to reach for something over his shoulder and without thinking says 'Man, you smell good!' He turns his head just shy of pressing his nose to Eddie's neck. 'What is that?'

The spatula in Eddie's hand clatters to the floor and in his panic to attempt to catch it he elbows over the salt shaker. A deep red creeps up his neck and settles in his cheeks as he rights the salt shaker. He clears his throat. 'Uh, it's, uh ,the cologne you...um got me for my birthday last year.' Eddie attempts to compose himself and bends down to pick up the spatula.

'Really?' Buck asks surprised and oblivious to Eddie's flustered state leans in for another whiff. There's a THWACK sound and Eddie winces as pain blooms in his knee from where he knocked it against the counter.

Hen and Chimney are staring slack jawed from the couch.

'You were right.' Chimney admits, shell shocked.

'Huh?' Buck lifts his head to look at Chimney and Hen. Eddie also snapping his attention in their direction.

'He does get flustered. So very flustered.' Chim says in a daze. 'Not unflappable. Not unflappable at all...'

Eddie frowns in complete bafflement, his face still beet red. 'What?'

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I need everyone to enter the era of understanding that Cas has zero taste or class. He is a blue collar angel and that is literally the whole point. His fuckass pretentious brethren are the ones who like luxury and think they're too good for lowbrow human experiences. The whole POINT is that Cas is different.

Cas likes beer and grape jelly and reality t.v. He is not watching nature documentaries; he's watching 90 Day Fiancé. He does not have a garden; he has 3 potted succulents at BEST and only because Dean takes care of them. He watches porn for the plot. He likes emojis. He's a jock. His most frequently-worn item during his graceless arc was a hoodie. He's kind of a fuckboi.

I genuinely believe seeing a ham and cheese pinwheel at a party would have caused him to wax poetic about human ingenuity.

Recognition for my working class angel who acquired his taste in music third-hand from a mechanic via the mechanic's construction worker son. He doesn't even like to read. 🙏🥰🙏

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What's better than boyfriends w/ different aesthetics? ... boyfriends that look like they're in 2 different climates 💀

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Wade being a human furnace because of his 24/7 healing factor. Meanwhile Peter's teeth are chattering because his powers suck at body temp regulation TT

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Wade takes care of Pete after a fight, patching up his wounds and washing him while Peter tries so hard not to cry because he just feels tired and Wade's touches are so kind. (Definitely goes both ways, and Wade cries a little every time Peter takes care of his wounds carefully even though he can heal) ->("Just because you heal doesn't mean I'll let you be in pain Wade" or something like that)

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i'm AWARE this is a stupid hill to die on, but like. trope vs theme vs cliché vs motif vs archetype MATTERS. it matters to Me and i will die on this hill no matter how much others decide it's pointless. words mean things

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Okay so who's writing the Buddie fic titled 'Since I've come on home well my bodies been a mess' like the line from Valerie and the fic is all about Eddie getting home and everything has little traces of Buck all over everywhere and he gets in the shower and it smells like Buck's stupid curly hair shampoo and Eddie gets so hard he goes a little dizzy too

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comm for a friend :] <3

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8.17 missing scene / 1k / T / Chris!Pov

Chris’s first thought when the phone rings unexpectedly is that someone else has died.

He doesn’t say that; would never admit it. He knows what it would do to his Dad right now. But he can’t stop the anxiety building up inside him as he pauses the game he was playing, and takes the call.

“Hey, I’m okay,” his Dad opens, his voice thick. He’s not on facetime either, but he’s been crying, and thinks Chris won’t be able to tell. Chris can always tell. “And Buck’s okay, and everyone else too. Just need to hear your voice, Kid.”

“What do you want to talk about?” Chris asks, as the rapid thumping in his chest slows to something more manageable. He’s sitting at the desk in the room that used to be his in his Grandparents house. His Grandma says it’s always going to be his, if he wants. He’s not sure he does.

“Anything you like,” Dad says. “Anything at all.”

Chris already knows what he wants to ask, what he’s wanted to know since the day his Dad left El Paso for the funeral.

“Have you booked a flight home yet?” 

A tired sigh down the line tells him the answer is no.

“Dad-”

“Chris, I-”

“You said it’d only be a day or two.” Chris reminds him. He gets out of the chair, flops onto the bed instead, stares up at the ceiling. At the same ceiling his Dad used to stare at when he was growing up. “You said we’d be back in our house together before I knew it. But Dad? I know it.”

“I know, Chris. And I swear I didn’t mean to lie to you.” He can hear his Dad breathing in-in-in and out–out-out again. “You know that too, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

And he does, is the thing. Dad’s done a lot to prove to Chris he can be trusted again, but it still stings to be left behind. And it’s worse when there’s no one to blame.

“Okay, so I’m going to ask you something, and you don’t have to say yes right away, or at all. But I’d like you to think about it a little before saying no.”

Like that’s not the most ominous thing ever? Chris rolls his eyes, then remembers his Dad can’t see him and says, “Dramatic much?”

“Chris, please.” Dad  does his breathing again, and then he asks, “Would you come back to LA?”

“Yes-” Chris shouts before his Dad’s even finished. It’s what he’s been waiting for, and dreaming of. It’s the only thing he’s been too scared to ask for.

“Just for a day or two even, I really miss you, and Buck- oh?”

“How soon can I come?” Chris glances around the room and his eyes land on his backpack. “If I pack right now I could get a flight in the morning.” He starts grabbing essentials. His switch. A couple clean-ish teeshirts. His phone charger.

“Woah, are you sure? I mean it’s short notice.” Dad sounds happier already, and even if Chris wanted to - which he doesn’t - that’s enough to stop him from changing his mind. “You don’t want to wait until the weekend?”

Chris thinks about the broken A/C in his homeroom class and another night of his Grandma’s cooking.

He thinks about his Dad, and Buck, and the ocean that he misses like a limb.

“Do I have to?” he asks. His swim shorts are in his Dad’s house. He’ll just have to buy a new pair in LA. “Tomorrow’s Friday, I won’t miss much.”

“Fuck it,” Dad says, then, “Sorry. Don’t repeat that.” Chris laughs. “Stay on the line, I’m going to look at tickets right now.”

Chris continues packing as he waits, his Dad humming along to some oldies song. Socks and underwear and a pair of shorts get tossed in the bag. And his headphones. His prescription sunglasses. 

“What flights are available?” Chris asks, trying to hurry his Dad. “I could take a Greyhound instead?” he jokes.

“You’re not taking a bus to California, Chris,” Dad says, laughing too. “There’s two options tomorrow. One leaves El Paso around ten thirty, gets into LAX just after midnight?”

“Too late,” Chris says. He doesn’t mention that the flight guarantees he’ll have to spend a long day of anticipation in school tomorrow, but it’s a considerable factor. “What’s the other choice?”

“Eight fifteen takeoff for you, in the morning. You’d have to get up at like six am. But you’d be home before noon.” 

Home. 

Yeah, Chris likes the sound of that.

“Book it,” he says. “I’ll set a million alarms, I promise.”

“You sure?” Dad asks. “Last chance to back out.”

“I want to come home,” Chris says, breath catching on the words. “I just want to come home.”

“Okay, Kid. We’re gonna get you home,” Dad promises. “Aaaaaand done. Ticket’s paid for. I'm gonna email you the confirmation and then tomorrow I’ll call you when you get to the airport and make sure there’s someone on staff to get you to your gate, okay? And I'll be waiting for you in LAX after.”

It’s only then that Chris remembers the other issue.

“Dad, how am I gonna get to the airport?”

“That part’s easy,” he says. “Give the phone to your Grandma, I’ll talk to her,” Dad says like that’s not going to be a terrifying conversation.

“What if she says no? What if she won’t take me to the airport tomorrow?” Maybe Chris should have worried about this before his Dad paid for the ticket.

“Well, then you’ll just have to take an Uber.”

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buck and pepa doing the dishes together is so personal but also puts buck very much in the place of eddie’s. well. wife. latino communities? incredibly misogynistic. not that eddie is, but he benefits from it as a man whether he intends to or not. and he’s doing good work to unlearn the machismo and toxic masculinity in our culture, but it still exists. it’s unfortunate but it’s true, i’ve seen it every year at every family dinner, at every christmas. there’s a bone deep machismo in our culture and it sucks but it’s there. so of course it was pepa in the kitchen doing the dishes — just like it’s always my mother and her sister and sister-in-law and their mother. and, obviously, narratively it had to be that way for buck and pepa to have their conversation, but, as a latino born in latam, raised in texas of all places within a latino community, all i could see was buck, the partner, going in to help with the dishes. his husband and child stayed bonding in the living room, and he joined his in-law to help wash the post home cooked meal mess. it put buck in a place within eddie’s family we have never seen him occupy. he’s not just eddie’s partner to eddie, he’s eddie’s partner to the rest of his family as well. buck’s got a place in eddie’s life he will never shake, even if he and eddie marry other people, he’ll still be eddie’s partner. he’ll still be the one that gossips with tia pepa and abuela in the kitchen as they put the plates away — buck washes, pepa dries, abuela tells them stories of her wild youth. i don’t think eddie has noticed in the same way i doubt fish see water, it’s just always been there. of course buck’s place is with his family. of course his family treats buck as his partner. why wouldn’t they? just such awesome choices to put buck in the kitchen with pepa doing the dishes where eddie’s wife would typically be. like. do you guys see how insane that is.

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I agree with this take so HARD and it’s always a nightmare trying to explain why I don’t like MCU peter or MCU Spider-Man

and I’m a Tony Stark fan, I like the Iron Man movies because he’s an asshole which is why I can’t stand the ‘iron dad’ trope that came out of the MCU Spider-Man movies

I felt like they infantilized him waaaay too much, I get it Peter’s a teen when he gets bit and the other Spider-Man movies don’t do the best job portraying that but there is still a huge difference between having him act like a teenager (and mind you Peter is a very intelligent traumatized person which tends to age people making them sound and act older then they are) without turning him into a child

he relies on Tony Stark and the Avengers way to much and it always bugged the hell out of me because Spider-Man is supposed to be an independent vigilante, he works alone out of necessity because every time and around every corner his identity getting out has lead to him loosing loved ones. He’s guarded not just as a masked hero or because he’s living a double life or even protecting himself he’s doing it to protect everyone else

It actually killed me when he unmasked around the avengers and shield and just how Tony knew already that he was Spider-Man, I would have much preferred a more guarded like- almost work relationship between them where Tony doesn’t know. Sure maybe he and the others can tell Peter’s a teen but they don’t know for sure and they do know he’s a damn good hero.

I hate his intro to the MCU being in Civil War before his own movies got made because we didn’t get to see him grow as first the friendly neighborhood hero we all know and love

Without that ground work happening on screen his character doesn’t have any of that maturity or growth so people (characters in universe and fans) treat him like a child.

The iron dad trope is the worst of this to me because it really focuses in on everything that bugs me about the MCU’s characterization of Spider-Man

I have so many more thoughts and feelings but this was way more rambly than I thought it would be already so I’ll move on now.

Why I hate MCU Spider-Man

I'm going to preface this by saying that I do NOT hate Tom Holland nor do I think he was poorly cast or a bad actor.

Tom Holland could have been an amazing Spider-Man, he's got the small nerdy vibes that are low-key needed for the role to work properly, brown hair, brown eyes, cute as a button-- all that crap.

But damn did the writers do him dirty.

Spider-Man is a lone wolf, he has friends eventually but especially in his first years he's notorious for squaring up when anyone in a mask approaches him. But that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Peter Parker does NOT like shield, he doesn't like people knowing who is he what he's doing, where he's going, and above all else his goal is to help the little guy.

Of course there are stories that pull this off well, Ultimate Spider-Man did a good job of having Peter working with a team and SHEILD without straying too far from the character.

He's your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. And the MCU ruined that.

Instead of being a traumatized genius who's full of rage and sass in equal measure he turned into some wimpy UwU nepo baby. (This is not helped by the fact that I also dislike Tony Stark, All Tony Stark's MCU or otherwise)

And as previously stated I hate it.

Now my reasons for hating it are far more petty than I'd like to admit but I'm here for transparency so here it is. Tom Holland Spider-Man has infected my fan fiction, spideypool, spideydevil, angst fics, happy fics, gwen fics, MJ fics, Spider-Man in general, all of my fics.

I do NOT want Dead Pool and MCU Spider-Man kissing and or dating in ANY circumstance where with my boy comic or Amazing or literally any other conglomeration of Peter Parker's it can lead to some really interesting dynamics and fun times.

And I know-- he's current MCU he's going to be popular people love what's going on right now, but please please for the love of all things unholy keep your little nepo baby 50 feet or MORE away from anything I love at all times.

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edmund and edgar stagger home

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how long it would have taken buck to tell eddie without the prompting of chris not liking chess. eddie didn’t know about it but it sounds like he’s been working at it for a while. buck is joking about it and all but he’s also having hen and chim teach him in the spare time between calls. they call and talk about chris regularly but buck doesnt say anything because it’s actually killing him that he might not be able to connect with chris over this- because games and special interests is how they bonded and continue to bond

eddie calls buck when chris is asleep in his own bed. the one he carted 800 miles all the way from texas without even knowing if chris would ever want to sleep in it again. and he's just bubbling bursting with joy. and buck can see it the moment he accepts the call. and eddie tells him everything. all the way down to how much chris hates chess. and buck goes. oh thank god i've been trying to learn but i'm terrible at it eddie i don't understand a thing and i can never remember how the pieces move. and eddie blinks for a little while. you were learning chess? buck voice. well yeah i wanted to be able to play with him if i ever came to visit but i'm deleting that stupid app from my phone as we speak and i'm sure hen and chim are going to be so happy to be relieved of their teaching duties. and eddie is just silently falling a little more in love.

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THIS

This is everything to me

eddie calls buck when chris is asleep in his own bed. the one he carted 800 miles all the way from texas without even knowing if chris would ever want to sleep in it again. and he's just bubbling bursting with joy. and buck can see it the moment he accepts the call. and eddie tells him everything. all the way down to how much chris hates chess. and buck goes. oh thank god i've been trying to learn but i'm terrible at it eddie i don't understand a thing and i can never remember how the pieces move. and eddie blinks for a little while. you were learning chess? buck voice. well yeah i wanted to be able to play with him if i ever came to visit but i'm deleting that stupid app from my phone as we speak and i'm sure hen and chim are going to be so happy to be relieved of their teaching duties. and eddie is just silently falling a little more in love.

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And if I choose to believe Chris and Eddie arrived in LAX at the same time Buck was dropping Abby there?

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Excuse me while I go absolutely feral over this

Journal Tree Part 2

As Mabel and Dipper settle back into life in Piedmont, Dip continues to record his observations in the journal one sleepless night. Mabel even pops by for a bit.

This was a fun installment. Making his schedule was definitely self-indulgent—I love playing with textures on the inserts. Also threw in my favorite codependant!twins trope for good measure. Sue me.

Fun (?) fact! This loosely aligns with my fic see a better day. They can kind of go hand-in-hand for these earlier sections.

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