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THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA 2006, dir. David Frankel

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post s8 roommate fic :)

a million little stars

Eddie presses his mouth to soft messy curls, inhales the eucalyptus and mint conditioner. Buck is sprawled around him, holding him, his body weight welcome and grounding. He’s been a fixture on Eddie’s path since that first shift, an unchanging constant always nipping at his heels. Maybe they were always gonna end up here.

Three nights after Eddie moves back to LA for good, Buck sleepwalks into his bed.

(grief, change, and homecomings.)

ft pining and an alive bobby nash, 14k & m

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one evening buck jokes about how funny it is that he and eddie know practically everything about one another (he knows how eddie's blood tastes ffs) yet they don't know how the other kisses. eddie doesn't laugh though, gets a serious look on his face and says, you're right, it's weird there are people out there who know how you kiss, and I don't. we should totally fix that. buck bluescreens and he's helpless to deny eddie anything, so they do. they kiss right there on the couch, eddie pulls back seeming satisfied

except a few days later he grumbles to buck about how there are strangers out there who know what buck is like in bed, and eddie doesn't. and seriously what kind of friend is eddie if he doesn't know? so they pick out a night when they're both off, and they just, have sex. buck fucks him slow and gentle, never braking eye contact the entire time. the next day though eddie is like "well now I know how you feel inside me, I don't know how I feel inside you" and so a couple of days later, they do it again, eddie topping this time. they're barely coming down from their high when eddie says "I still don't know how your mouth feels around me" so they find out. "I don't know how my mouth feels stretched around you" "how you feel riding me" "how you feel bending me over the kitchen table and fucking me" "how cuddling with you feels" "what your morning breath tastes like" "how holding your hand feels"

and that's the story of how buck and eddie stumble their way into a relationship ("I still don't know how you feel like as a boyfriend") and eventually marriage ("okay but I don't know how you feel like as a fiancé" "eddie, no one does." "damn right they don't." "wait are you proposing??")

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imagine how funny it would be if buddie went canon during the nashville crossover episode

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simply 'cause i do

buddie, 18.6k, rating: E

There’s a sudden warmth, the feel of soft familiar cotton over his bare shoulders, the ghost of fingers on his skin, in his hair. Reality interweaves with dream, and if this is a dream, he’d happily sleep forever. Then a voice, closer to his head than makes sense in his sleep-muddled brain. Softly, it whispers, “I love you.”

or: Buck dreams of Eddie confessing. They're definitely just dreams, until they aren't.

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everyone get not afraid to keep on living now

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a very short poem for august (s.r.m.)

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listen to me. you had a moment? fine. but who killed a psychotic clown before he was 14? me. who stabbed bowers with a knife he pulled out of his own face? also me. you’re braver than you think. thanks, rich. 

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Followers' Favorite Horror Movie Countdown 2025 Edition

17. The Blair Witch Project (1999) dir. Eduardo Sánchez & Daniel Myrick  I'm afraid to close my eyes, I'm afraid to open them

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even after bobby died buck was willing to let eddie go again no matter how bad he hated it um. 😃 hey lets all jump

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imagining eddie having a hard day. his head just won't stay quiet. so after a shift, they are sitting on the couch together when eddie asks buck to tell him about his day.

buck: we spent all day together. you know about my day

eddie: tell me anyways. i want to hear it from you

so buck looks at him skeptically, but nods when he sees the expression on eddie's face. so he starts talking and just... doesn't stop. and for the first time in hours, eddie's head goes quiet. the bad thoughts are driven out by the soothing sound of buck's rambling. eddie's favorite kind of therapy.

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Autumn colors on the Cutthroat Pass trail

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i'm writing a crack fic where it is necessary for the plot for chim to say "why would a lesbian ever be interested in boys kissing? that doesn't make any sense" and i just want to clarify that this is CHIM'S opinion NOT mine and i respect all lesbian fujoshis xoxo

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It’s about the length of time between Eddie’s lines (you can see it beautifully in these beautiful gifs by @bisexualbellamyblake). You act like you’re expendable. Buck waiting, head down, expecting the same chewing out Bobby gave him earlier that day, that Bobby’s been giving him for years: you put your life in danger over and over and you need to stop because it’s not necessary, there are other options, stop playing the hero, it isn’t about you. But you’re wrong. And it never comes. And the look on Buck’s face, the shock, says so much. Eddie isn’t there to tell Buck to stop. He’s not even asking anything of Buck (he assumes Buck won’t fight the will and he’s right). Instead, his focus is Buck, to remind Buck that he matters. That it’s not the actions of wanting to save people, of always wanting to fight—if anything, that’s one of the main reasons he chooses Buck to be Chris’ guardian—Eddie’s sole focus is to remind Buck that Buck’s life means something, full stop. That Buck matters and specifically that Buck matters to him, and to Chris. And it’s weeks after almost dying doing the same thing to save someone who needed him, thinking he was born for spare parts to save someone. Eddie’s there to give him that third option: Buck can help save people, not by risking his own life, but by being alive to be there, even if Eddie isn’t.

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“he has proven what is in his heart” and it’s literally just merlin

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Austria’s beautiful mix of towering Alps, peaceful valleys and charming villages

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