#Eddie Judge

[realhousewives-fan]

Hoping for Someone to Take the Bait

Judging the movements of Tamra Judge this season is a rollercoaster ride.

Is she a true friend or is she a producer’s pet, moving all around the board?

She wasn’t Shannon Beador’s biggest fan in the beginning, but now she’s setting traps for Heather Dubrow to make her the scapegoat.

Tamra talks so smugly and self-righteous that it didn’t go very well for Heather the last time she talked about Shannon’s relationship.

She totally made a little trap for Heather when they talked about Shannon and her boyfriend.

Heather didn’t fall for it, so, instead of having something concrete to blame Heather for, she called her a hypocrite in her confessional.

What bothers me is how self-righteous Tamra act in the defence of Shannon.

The only one who has said anything specific about Shannon and her relationship is Tamra herself!

But sure, Heather is the villain.

All Heather has done this far this season is apologizing for x, y and z. But I fail to see what crime she has committed.

I agree that Heather appears to be desperate for Tamra’s friendship.

Last season, Heather was HBIC. But now, she cowers in front of Tamra.

And I wonder why?!

Tamra hasn’t proven herself to be a good friend this season. Great for a laugh, but she’s more than ready to throw everybody under the bus.

Tamra said some horrible things about Shannon in the beginning of the season.

She accused Shannon of being an alcoholic, that she and John always had drunken arguments, that they were never a good couple to hang out with.

Now, she’s defending Shannon and are coming for Heather – for saying less than Tamra has!

Tamra is creating drama among the women and has attacked Jennifer Pedranti’s relationship with Ryan Boyajian.

After all the crap that Tamra has said about Ryan, she suddenly wanted to bring them on a triple date – with Shannon and John!

Eddie Judge confronted Ryan about everything, while Ryan claimed that he could cry over the state their friendship was in.

What an awkward bunch they were.

Fun date night? Hell no!

[tubesock86]

an ode to matching heart patches

[aloshunk]

YEAH SO I CHECKED THE WIKI.

RAYMOND'S JUST EDDIE. OKAY. THE NAME'S GOOD.

JUSTINE IS JUST VERITY, THE NAME'S GREAT! COOL.

NOW...

WE'RE TAKING EUSTACE SO BADLY THE WIKI REFUSES TO ADDRESS HIM ONLY BY THAT.

[boxmakesart]

Random Luigi doodle because I’ve awakened a newfound obsession with the Super Mario Bros series omggggg

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve: *watching Eddie* He's so pretty.

Meanwhile, Eddie was in a crouched goblin like position as he ate furiously out of the Honeycombs box as he talked with the kids.

Robin: But he's so . . . Feral.

Steve: *sighs dreamily* I know.

Robin: Okay, but before you fuck him make sure he has all his shots.

Steve: *sighs* Okay.

Robin: Unbelievable.

[spicyboelives]

Got an Eddie Gluskin Commission Order! Super stoked to dip my toes into the horror genre and in truth, he was just so fun to render.

[morganbritton132]

Will posts a Tiktok of himself in front of a background that is a text conversation with Steve.

Steve sent him a picture of an old newspaper he found wrapped around some old dishes in storage. On the front page is an article about Will’s body being found in the quarry. It’s accompanied by a text that says, “Lol bad day for you.”

That text was immediately followed by one that said, “Jk your mom is probably still traumatized.”

Followed by another that said, “Seriously, don’t tell her I sent that.”

Will says nothing in the video but had texted back, “I’m glad my brother beat you up.”

[warpedpuppeteer]

Y'all ever cry when you think about how everyone in Eddie's life assumed he'll make a terrible parent without even offering him the help he needed to prove himself except for Buck?? He hears about Eddie's struggles with parenting and doesn't think 'you're a bad dad' he just thinks 'you need a bit of help' and then proceeds to make that happen for Eddie.

Calling Bobby to get permission to have Chris with them because Eddie doesn't get the time to, introducing Carla to go through the shitty red tapes he's been struggling to figure out, driving him to pick-up Chris after the earthquake, throwing a surprise Christmas party so that Eddie can be with Chris, and being the person Chris can turn to when he doesn't feel like talking to Eddie.

I don't think Buck realizes how much Eddie probably values all the things Buck has done for him to allow him to be the parent that he's always been capable of being. Buck downplays the things he does and probably thinks it's not much but for Eddie it's everything. It's everything Eddie didn't get from his partner or his parents. Buck just... does it for him, as easy as breathing.

This is why it was so, so easy for Eddie to choose Buck as the legal guardian for his Will but it was a shock for Buck. Buck doesn't know how integral he's been to Eddie being a good dad. For Eddie, it's easy because be knows Buck is already capable of stepping up. For Buck, it's surprising because doesn't think all the things he does matters.

[cinematics123]

Eddie serving FULL “bitch, no” face when Buck tells the Bachelor girls at the mansion that he doesn’t date people from calls.

Buck he is judging you, baby boy.

It may be a screenshot so it’s not the best quality, but BOY is it LOUD

[realhousewives-fan]

There’s a Turn of the Tide in the OC

It seems like the trip to Montana had consequences for Jennifer Pedranti and Gina Kirschenheiter.

While Tamra Judge, Shannon Beador and Heather Dubrow are more concerned about themselves and each other, they’re forgetting the rest of the party.

It’s understandable that Heather feels left out when Tamra and Shannon act like their obnoxious self. But I’m surprised she would feel so bothered about it.

Last season she was more than capable to stand up for herself. She doesn’t have to beg anyone to be her friend. 

So, why is she so needy for Tamra’s friendship?

It’s like Jennifer, Gina and Taylor Armstrong are irrelevant, and it’s the type of dynamics that has sabotaged newcomers from getting established on the show.

Gina and Emily Simpson had each other, which has made it easier for them to remain relevant on the show. 

And it’s not like the veterans has really helped them along.

While it felt like Heather gave Gina good advice back in Montana, it didn’t appear like Gina appreciated this very much.

She was offended that Heather made her feel like a burden for her boyfriend Travis Mullen.

I still think that something went down with Gina and Travis between season 16 and 17, but it seems like she has a great support system with him.

While I think Heather’s advice was wise, it seems like Gina felt it would create a distance in her relationship with Travis.

And Jennifer? She wasn’t happy with that girls trip either.

She had a conversation with Ryan Boyajian about all of Tamra’s allegations, and it was not a pleasant conversation.

He was upset, he expected Jennifer to shut the conversation down with Tamra, he was deflecting and claiming that Tamra was jealous of their love.

The pile of red flags just got higher.

Something I thought was odd about Tamra stories about Ryan, was that she hadn’t told Eddie Judge anything about it! 

And they clearly have no respect for him.

Why would Tamra allow them to become friends if she knew that Ryan had proclaimed that he was going to seduce her?!

[shushmal]

Nancy and Eddie Fighting Nancy: Irrelevant, I've been inside your boyfriend. Eddie: >:0 Eddie: STEVE, YOU SAID— Steve: I said you were the first guy, not the first ever.

[mossfrogandratmushroom]

[kennahjune]

Teen Dad AU

Part 4!!!!

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Without further ado:

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Monday nights were now spent with Noah, Casey, and Miss. Bottomette (“Just Margaret is fine, dear”).

They’d come over to Steve’s trailer or he and Louie would go over to theirs and they’d gather around the tables to have dinner and talk.

Steve’s never had a dinner with others where he wasn’t expected to act a certain way. Where he wasn’t expected to be mature and serious.

With Miss. Bottomette and the kids, he goofs off and isn’t reprimanded for it. He puts his elbows on the table while talking to Noah and isn’t slapped upside the head for it.

It’s a very welcomed change.

It’s on one of these Monday nights that Steve officially gets his new babysitter.

He’d had to call off on the dinner. It was last minute and unexpected but they’d all been incredibly understanding and Steve appreciated the hell out of it. He was pulling his shoes on while on the phone with Miss. Bottomette when he’d let it slip.

“I’m so sorry again, Miss. Bottomette. I know this is really last minute and we were supposed to eat at mine tonight but Mason’s got a fever and they need me in the kitchen for the dinner rush—“

“Steve, sweetie, it’s alright. Me and the twins will be quite fine on our own for one Monday, I assure you. You just focus on making sure you don’t overwork yourself to death tonight, yeah?”

Steve chuckled at that, pulling the laces on his sneakers tighter and crafting the phone between his shoulder and ear. “Rodger that. I’ve gotta get going though, need to get Louie situated before I head out.”

“That’s quite alright, dear. Is that Nancy of yours coming to watch him? Or are you taking him there?”

Steve huffed a slightly pathetic chuckle that was more air than anything. “Nah, Nancy’s got her own dinners on Monday nights. Louie usually comes in with me and waits it out.”

Steve was standing straight now— well, with one hip cocked to the side and his hand resting on it. But his shoes were firmly on and Louie was watching him with bright eyes. Steve smiled at the baby and made a face that had Little Louie giggling and covering his mouth with chunky little hands.

On the other line, Miss. Bottomette hummed.

“Well that just won’t do, huh? I could take him for the night, Steve.”

Steve startled and put both hands on the phone.

“Oh! No no no— that’s alright, Miss. Bottomette. My manager, George, is really chill about letting me turn his office into a daycare for Louie while I’m at work. And I’ve got people to check on him there while I’m busy so I’m not leaving him alone the whole time—“

“I hear that, hon, but maybe it’s time you let someone take him off your hands for a bit, yeah? The twins will want to see him at some point anyway.”

Steve pursed his lips and twirled the phone cord around his fingers.

“I seriously can’t ask you to do that, Miss. Bottomette. I’ll be on shift until at least 10 tonight and then I have to help with closing so there’s no guarantee I’ll be back before 11.”

“And that’s quite fine. I’m fully capable of watching your boy until then, dear.”

“Are you sure?” Steve’s voice was so small, so unsure. It made something break a little in Miss. Bottomette’s chest.

“Yes, absolutely.”

Steve sighed into the receiver. “Ok.” He whispered and relented.

“That’s what I thought.” Miss. Bottomette chuckled. “Now, should I come over there or are you ok with bringing him over here?”

.

Work was a doozy.

Between coming in at 6:30 and working until just past 11, Steve was asked constantly about the lack of Louie in the diner.

It was fun and comforting in a way to have so many people care enough to ask about the missing baby. But Steve just wanted to get through his shift quickly to get back to said baby.

He could feel the nerves eating away at him. Steve kept watch on the time all shift, watching the clock tick slower every time.

He’d never left Louie home like this before. Never with anyone other than Nancy. The anxiety was absolutely agonizing but he pushed through until his break, where he called Miss. Bottomette from the phone outside.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Miss. Bottomette, it’s Steve.”

“I know who it is, ain’t no one else call me ‘Miss’ who know me like you do, son.”

Steve managed a slight laugh. It was true. For months now, Steve has been practically apart of their little family. And yet he still referred to her so formally. It was simply something that was beaten into him from a young age.

“You’re right, sorry. I was just calling to check on you guys and Louie?”

“Everyones alright over here, Steve. Noah and Casey are just about passed out on the couch and Louie’s fast asleep in bed.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you so much, Miss. Bottomette.”

“You’ve got it dear. Now go get back to work, and tell Gwen and Allya I said hi.”

Steve could hear the smile in her voice.

“Will do, thanks again.”

He hung up after their goodbyes. God, he really needed a cigarette.

He ran inside real quick to grab his pack out of his bag, lighting up the moment he set foot back through the door to the alley by the diner.

Steve hadn’t been able to smoke too much lately with Louie and the twins. Miss. Bottomette also smoked, but she had explained how she’d dialed it down astronomically with how much the twins were over.

Steve was just halfway done with his cigarette, lost in his thoughts and staring off into space when a pair of boots stopped in front of where he was sitting on the curb.

He spared a glance up to the sudden intruder, giving a second glance when he saw Eddie Munson.

Steve blew the smoke out of his lungs. “Um, hi?”

“Harrington.” Was the only response he got.

Steve ground his cigarette out on the sidewalk and stood, tucking the now put out cigarette behind his ear. He took half a step back so he wasn’t quite chest to chest with Eddie.

“Hey, man. Uh— I’m not really looking to buy anything at the moment.” Steve stumbled his way through a sentence. Eddie Munson was a looming presence that Steve couldn’t figure out, not since he’d fist saw him when he started high school.

Eddie was only a year ahead of Steve despite being nearly 2 years older than him. When Steve had started his freshman year, he’d been immediately pulled into Munson’s orbit of lunchtime rants and class skipping.

Until he was pulled by Cairo Rickson, the then-basketball captain. Eddie had kinda left Steve in the dust after he joined the basketball team.

Now Eddie Munson was redoing his senior year a second time— they even shared some classes. But they’d never spoken outside of school or Steve’s old house parties.

Eddie was staring at him with an odd flicker in his gaze. Something that threw Steve almost completely off. Something that almost looked like interest.

Steve swallowed. It was then that he actually took in Eddie’s face— not just his eyes. (Eyes that were so big and dark Steve thought they were black. He’d later realize they were actually a dark brown.) Eddie’s mouth was pressed in a line, his cheeks flushed from the cold breeze, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked almost stressed.

“You alright, dude? C’mon, Eddie talk to me here. You’re kinda freakin’ me out.”

Steve felt his natural worry starting to kick in. That urge to press and figure out what was wrong.

Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing aggressively and rubbing a harsh hand down his face. He wore a ton of rings that glinted in the streetlight they stood under.

“Listen—“ Steve was cut off.

“Do you have a lighter? Mine is fucking me over and I just really need to smoke.”

Well, ok then.

Steve blinked owlishly for a moment before spurring into motion.

“Um, Uh! Yeah! Yeah, I’ve got a lighter. Hang on—“

Steve handed over his lighter without a second thought, watching Eddie pull an already-rolled joint out of his pocket and immediately light up. Steve payed extra attention to his lips— pink and bitten-raw— when he blew out the smoke.

“Thanks, man.” Steve’s eyes snapped back to Eddie’s looming ones. They were wide and earnest, no longer narrowed and suspicious.

“Yeah, no problem.” He accepted the offered lighter, ignoring the tingle from their brushing pinkies.

“Alrighty then, Steve-o. Catch you later.” Eddie gave him a two-finger salute and promptly walked away. Steve watched him go, following him with his eyes until he was out of sight and leaving a chorus of “what the fuck” replaying in Steve’s mind.

He tucked his unfinished cigarette back into the box and went to finish his shift.

.

True to his word, Steve wasn’t home until just before 11 that night.

Miss. Bottomette was up and waiting for him, the lamp in the living room on a low setting because there for some reason were never living room lights in trailers. The twins were spread out on the floor, lying on top of each other with Casey’s head on Noah’s legs while she practically kicked him in the face.

Steve snickered quietly to himself, dropping his bag quietly on the couch and closing the door as silently as possible.

Miss. Bottomette barely glanced up from her book to greet Steve. The familiarity gave him butterflies.

“Hey, sweetie.” She bookmarked her page and took off her glasses.

Steve smiled sweetly at her. “Hi, Miss. Bottomette. Louie alright?” He’d noticed the absence of his baby bug the moment he walked in the door.

“He’s quite alright, dear. Sleeping in your room, yes with the pillows.”

Steve deflated slightly, his worries seeping out slowly while Miss. Bottomette reassured him.

“That’s good. Great, yeah. Thanks so much. You need help taking these two back?” He nodded his head to the twins sleeping on his carpet.

“No it’s fine, hon. I’ll just wake ‘em up and let ‘em complain themselves tired again.” She grinned mischievously. Steve giggled.

“I can carry them over,” he offered instead.

“Are you sure, dear? You have to be exhausted after your shift, they can deal with a little bit of walking.”

Steve shook his head and smiled. Yeah, he was tired to the bone, his muscles sore and his legs on fire from standing and serving, but he’d be fine for this last thing. Then he could crash.

He stooped down and took Casey first since she was practically on top of Noah. She woke up briefly, just to smile at Steve and wrap her arms around his neck. He ran her outside and to their trailer just one place over. Setting her down was difficult as she didn’t want to let go of him to lay her bed, but he pried her off eventually.

Noah had shifted to curl around a couch pillow on the floor while he was gone. While Miss. Bottomette shuffled around grabbing all of her stuff, Steve picked up Noah and chuckled when he stayed completely dead to the world.

Noah was slightly heavier than Casey, but Steve made do and walked him carefully to the trailer and into his room. Noah was still out like a light, despite the slightly harsh landing because Steve’s arms gave out.

The twins shared a room, it being split down the middle by a curtain. Steve made sure they were both tucked in and sleeping before turning the lamp on on Noah’s side (he was scared of the dark) and pulling the curtain closed.

Miss. Bottomette was waiting for him again when he got home, her bag over her shoulder and the twins’ shoes in her hands. She smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, hon. Those two are going to wake up tomorrow thinking they teleported.” They both chuckled.

“It was no problem, seriously. Thanks again for watching Louie all night.”

Miss. Bottomette waved him off and gave him a big hug instead.

“Enough with that ‘Miss. Bottomette’ nonsense, kiddo. You can call me Margaret, or even Gran. I promise you there’s nothing wrong with dropping the title.”

Steve swallowed and wrapped his arms around her in return, blinking an onslaught of tears from his eyes. “Thanks,” he whispered into her hair.

“Alright.” She pulled back. “You go ahead and crash. I’ll see you when I see you tomorrow, though you have both school and work, huh?”

Steve chuckled and nodded.

Miss— Gran left then, closing the door as gently as she could (but the door was a piece of shit and had to be slammed in order to fully close). Steve sighed and finally toed his shoes off.

He glanced at himself in the bathroom mirror after a nice, hot shower. His hair was getting longer, curling around his ears and reaching the back of his neck. Steve smiled a little. He liked the length.

Slipping on a shirt that was two sizes too big and his Hawkins swim shorts, Steve didn’t waste another moment before getting into bed right next to Louie.

He turned off the lamp and let the night light shine bright instead. Louie already had a death grip on Steve’s pointer finger. He smiled at his baby and let himself fall asleep.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buck when Eddie can’t hang out because he’s got plans with his girlfriend: Bummer man! We can hang out after our next shift then.

Buck when Eddie can’t hang out because he made friends with a hot, older firefighter with access to a helicopter: OH I SEE. I guess he hates me. Our friendship must have meant nothing to him. He’s going to leave the 118 and leave me and I’m going to be all alone forever. I guess I should try to ruin the friendship subconsciously by being a petty asshole.

[emotional-witch620]

Heard a story today about a lesbian couple who took their kid to the hospital and the nurse refused to do anything until they knew which one was the « real » mom (because they thought the other had less of a say in the kid’s medical decision). And all I could think about was Buddie with Chris because it would probably go like this:

Nurse: I´m sorry but only the real father can stay, the other is going to have to leave.

Buck : Oh well… It’s h-

Eddie: We’re both his father’s, neither of us are leaving. Our son needs a doctor.

Nurse: No. Hospital policy says only the real father can stay. So which one is it?

Eddie: For fu- The one who is going to deck you in 3 seconds!

[cringevalue]

eddie showers at steve's house and yells, "oh no! i dropped the soap!"

steve sighs and makes his way up to the bathroom.

oh and they're not dating.