#buck for bang

[darkmoongodess]

My Bachelor of Fine Arts finally arrived at my house!

It only took them a year to send it!

I graduated Dec 18th 2021!

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have experience and I’m tired of people thinking of me as fresh meat!

I owned my own Business since I turned 13! I have been doing Graphic Design for 23 years! Bettering myself and obtaining a Bachelor’s degree doesn’t erase my previous life and my transferable skills.

Skills are transferable and can be used to do anything you put your mind to! If you cannot understand that, then you need to just walk away.

I will be continuing to do my own thing, even when I do find stable work! It simply moves around my priorities!

However, you must know that money talks. Meaning which ever job offers me the most buck for my bang, gets the highest priority and it goes down hill from there!

My happiness is my priority and if I feel like the job isn’t a right fit, I will decline the job.

I am done suffering for others. I will struggle for my own ambitions but I won’t struggle for a job I hate.

Treat your people better and pay them their worth. You will go far!

[biconbuckley]

the fact that despite how devastated buck is, despite the fact that his smile drops and you can see his heartbreaking in real time, he doesn't get upset with eddie or try to talk him out of it, he just says okay let me help you, let's do this together

[pappelsiin]

my art for here's my confession (i'm kind of hooked on you) by the wonderful @donationwayne ! (can confirm, the fic's insanely good)

finally got to participate in the 118 big bang and despite my struggles with both my time and wrist pains it was an incredible experience with the absolute coolest author to be paired up with!! 💫💫

(thank you to the wrist pain i mentioned earlier for the sketchier look on this one)

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

still the bone remembers, still it wants | chapters 9/9 | 148k | explicit | eddie-centric/buddie | completed | on ao3

for @118bigbang

The thing is, wanting has always been easy. The thing is, wanting has always been so hard. or, eddie goes to therapy and learns how to want. buck helps.

read on ao3

[sukioyakio]

thought

Cowboys!Sukuna who is the most handsome and fearsome cowboy in the west,Who’s is ever western girl crush,every time he out girls were always talking his ear off or trying everything in the book to get in his pants (I would to-WHAT WHO SAID THAT🫢).His large muscular body was a dream to have wrapped around your body,while he fuc-.He Was always challenging other cowboys to a race,he always have that smirk that made girls dream things about.(he always in my head and it not even in dreams anymore)

Cowboy!Sukuna who originally said that he wouldn’t go out with you aka his best friend but somehow finds himself going to. Cowboy!Sukuna who is surprised that you decided to not wear any of your Adam slander outfits;the ones you always wear whenever your on the barnyard or field but instead to wear a something decent.(Flare jeans and a cute cropped top with gloves and boots on)

Cowboy!Sukuna who has been staring glancing at you for a bit now,watching you goof around the dance floor,with that same breath taking smile you always have on.And he takes notice of the other cowboys in the bar looking at the dance floor and even looking at you. (What a good man,he already look like a walking candy bar who just waiting to be eate-Woah woah I’m gonna stop) Cowboy!Sukuna who was getting quite irritated by multiple girls that were trying to get into his pants,and constantly flirting with him.As he just glares them off or just start off say that he’ll never fuck a whore like them.As he gets another drink to get him through the hours.

Cowboy!Sukuna who walks towards you on the dance floor because he was getting annoyed of those others cowboys staring bored he said to you and you made jokes about how he such a Lone Wolf,and he nudged you on the shoulder and you laugh while nudge him back.

Cowboy!Sukuna who hears you say that your going back to the bar to get a drink and then go back to the dance floor,but that was ten minutes ago and he was starting to get a bit annoyed.Now walking down to the bar he see you talking to a Low Ass Cowboy.More like the cowboy mouth just spitting out his ass.He just leans over the wall where he wouldn’t be seen.

He says that it wasn’t his business to tell you to go away from those Ass talkers.

Cowboy!Sukuna,who saw what cross his mind,and completely charged toward your direction,as If he couldn’t stand the thought of you going to get fucked by some small dick prick and did something he knew he shouldn’t have. He put his own hat on your head (it a rule of the cowboy,basically saying if a cowboy put or you put there hat on,it their way of saying that your there’s).

Sukuna knew that you don’t even know what he was doing,and he knew immediately when your confused eyes looked up at him with your doe eyes lance with confidence and challenge the same eyes he had dreams about.

The same girl he said to himself that he would get over,but he could never do.Your face,your eyes, those soft lips, your curves that somehow make him feel like your the one who intoxicates him with your existence.He never mind when you wear your little Adam slanders fits,to be honest he enjoys it more then you trying to fit in more with others whores.

Don’t know should I continue this or ACTUALLY focus on part two of usemehuh

Please be more then happy to leave comments or your opinion in the comments.

[happyheidi]

Gods spare my eyes from the sight of your tiny generic dog and generic cosy blankets and generic moomin aesthetic.

No gods can spare you from this generic dog laying by a generic moomin pillow.

Ur welcome 😏

[dandylyn]

Buck 'n' Eddie dressed as Kirk and Spock for Chim's bachelor party for heyyygirliee on twitter!

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[johnslittlespoon]

– i think of you all of the time.

[theladycarpathia]

Happiness, love, cohabitation (Clipboards and couches notwithstanding)

a.k.a. Tommy's still smitten by Clipboard Buck. (sequel to To Do List: Me (Buck's Tasklist)

“I hope you’re ready for this,” Eddie says under his breath, just as the moving truck pulls in.

“Ready for what?” Tommy asks, shielding his eyes against the sun. “Happiness? Love? Cohabitation?”

Eddie just gives him a look. Perhaps there’s a reason that he’s the only person from the 118 that volunteered to help today. Hen and Howie were conveniently otherwise engaged. Cowards.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he says darkly, nodding at the gleam of Buck’s truck down the road. It sounds ridiculous but Tommy’s stomach still dips a little at the mere suggestion of Buck.

“Evan’s moving in today,” Tommy says, choosing to ignore every single thinly veiled, ominous word out of Eddie’s mouth. “I swear to you, I have no idea.”

“Yes, you do,” Eddie says, as Buck pulls in, the flatbed still somehow piled high despite the large truck filled with Buck’s belongings. It hadn’t made a lot of sense for Tommy to move into Buck’s loft so it had been an easy decision. Tommy lives close enough to the 118 that it’s not that much more of a commute for Buck. “But you’re being a dick about it.”

“I told you,” Tommy says easily, as Buck climbs out, balancing a box on his knee as he shuts the door. “I’m happy.” Eddie just shakes his head.

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” he promises, as Buck bounds over.

“Hi,” Tommy says and Buck beams back, beautiful and soft.

“Hi,” Buck returns, almost looking uncertain. Tommy’s had to face a few wobbly moments in the past few weeks. But he gathers that the past few times Buck’s moved in with someone it hasn’t gone very well.

“It’s not until Eddie pointedly clears his throat that Tommy realizes they’re just standing in the drive, with the removal men waiting patiently.

“Sorry we were a bit late,” Buck apologizes, looking as flustered as Tommy feels. They’re still in the ‘honeymoon stage’ as Hen likes to quip. Which is bull, because Tommy knows that when it’s the right person that it never just goes away. Hen and Karen for starters, are not exempt. “There was some trouble getting the furniture down the stairwell. I don’t remember it being so difficult to move in…”

“That’s because it was flat packed, Buck,” Eddie says and rolls his shoulders. “Where do we start?”

And then - alright, so Tommy had been expecting it, he had - Buck reaches into the cardboard box and pulls out a clipboard.

The look that Eddie gives him is very nearly worth it.

“I fucking told you,” Eddie says, tipping back the bottle of water until it’s empty. “God, I just knew it.”

“So you did,” Tommy says and Eddie crumples up the bottle.

“Are you telling me that you don’t see it?” he demands, tossing the bottle towards the recycling. “Are you seriously telling me that Clipboard Buck is just…Buck to you?”

Tommy’s been hearing about Clipboard Buck for nearly as long as he’s been dating Buck. Like Maurice, the jinx and the heist, it’s one of those things that seems to just pass into the 118 lore. Clipboard Buck is like a unicorn that occasionally appears before vanishing once more. If unicorns wore frowns and clicked their pens if you forgot to follow his exacting instructions.

The thing is that Tommy doesn’t mind. Everyone has their quirks. Howard smacks his gum, Hen frequently forgets to turn off her mothering, Eddie veers to the over dramatic. It’s just one of those things you learn to live with for someone you love.

“It’s endearing,” he says defensively, while Eddie snorts. “Besides, you just have to know how to use it.”

Eddie pauses, mouth open, before he wrinkles his nose. It didn’t take him long to think of the implications.

To be fair, it hadn’t taken Tommy all that long either the first time he’d seen Buck with a clipboard.

“Actually,” Eddie says, grabbing a few new bottles of water from the fridge. “I really don’t want to know.”

“Want to know what?” Buck asks, appearing in the doorway. It’s been hard work - it’s a beautifully sunny Los Angeles day and even with Buck’s loft, there’s still an astounding amount of stuff that needs to be moved in and arranged. Tommy’s - now theirs - bedroom has a significant pile of boxes lined up against the far wall.

Absolutely nothing obstructing the bed. Tommy had been very clear about that.

“What you do with that clipboard,” Eddie says bluntly and ducks out. Tommy reaches out to grab hold of Buck’s waist and pull him closer, deftly removing the clipboard from his grasp.

“This isn’t unpacking,” Buck says against Tommy’s bottom lip. Tommy slides a hand down the curve of Buck’s rear and isn’t surprised that Buck doesn’t take a whole lot of persuading to lean in. They’re pressed together, chests down to knees, and Tommy is pretty sure that Eddie handing out water to the removal guys can at least buy them a few minutes.

“We deserve a break,” Tommy insists and kisses him.

And yeah, a break turns into a few minutes of making out like horny teenagers against the kitchen island but sometimes you take what you have to to get through the day.

“This is going to make it very difficult to move the bookcase,” Buck sighs, letting Tommy kiss along his jaw.

“How’s the list?” Tommy asks, because that’s another, unforeseen advantage of Buck’s clipboard. Aside from the very memorable occasions where Buck writes out every awesomely filthy want in his head (to be ticked off meticulously) it also gives them an end goal for when everyone else goes home.

“Getting there,” Buck says, sliding a hand around Tommy’s neck. “A few more boxes, some bigger items. Are you sure all this stuff is going to fit?” Tommy shrugs. He hadn’t worried about it too much. He’s got the space and they’re both off tomorrow. Tonight they can christen the bed and unpack Buck’s essentials and tomorrow they can make a start on combining their lives.

“We’ll manage,” Tommy soothes. He can hear noises outside and they don’t have long but he wants to keep Buck here for just a moment longer. He smells faintly of sweat and lemon shower gel and Tommy wants to just keep breathing it in.

But when they emerge from the kitchen - the back of Buck’s hair rather obviously ruffled - they encounter an obstacle in the living room. Literally.

“We’ll have to shift that,” Tommy notes, because there’s not quite enough space for his couch, Buck’s couch, and the armchair. “It’s not exactly going to…Buck?”

Because Buck is staring, wide-eyed at the collection of furniture currently crowding Tommy’s front room.

“You have a couch,” Buck says and Tommy blinks.

“Yes,” he says. “Most people do.”

“I have a couch,” Buck says and Tommy is completely lost. He’s learned a lot of things about Buck by now - the jealousy (the incident with Sal was a good indicator,) the insecurities, the abandonment issues, and the obvious Clipboard Tyrant tendencies. Not one of them has been a deal breaker, despite Buck’s concerns.

But this is new.

“Still not seeing the problem here, Evan,” Tommy says. Eddie passes by the open doorway, hands now empty of water bottles. He sticks his head through, and briefly makes a confused face at Tommy behind Buck’s back.

“My previous couches came with girlfriends,” Buck explains and Eddie hurriedly disappears again.

“Did this couch come with a girlfriend?” Tommy asks, eying the blue three-seater that’s been wedged up against the wall.

“Look, I never had a couch because I lived in a frat house and then with Abby. And then couch one was chosen by Ali, who left me. Couch two had to go when Taylor moved in and then she moved out and I didn’t have a couch. And then my mom bought me a couch but Cameron had her baby on it and Couch four had to go to Goodwill because it was chosen by Natalia the Death Doula.”

“I see,” Tommy says, although he really doesn’t. But there’s not a lot of point in trying to decipher Buck when he babbles like this. “So. You bought this couch. By yourself?”

“No girlfriends,” Buck says and gestures to the couch in question. “Statistically, I don’t have the best luck with couches. Or girlfriends. If I get rid of this couch, I’m starting the cycle all over again. I know Hen told me to stop counting but if I buckle on this it’s very not Buck 5.0.”

Not one word of that made sense to Tommy. But he knows when Buck is spiraling and for some reason right now, Buck is spiraling.

“Evan,” Tommy says and rests his hands on either side of Buck’s face. He strokes his thumbs over Buck’s cheeks until he stops talking. “It’s fine. We can keep your couch. Mine can go downstairs or we can move the armchair. You don’t need to get rid of it.”

“I don’t?” Buck asks, looking dumbfounded.

“No,” Tommy says firmly. He still doesn’t quite understand it but the thing is that he doesn’t need to to soothe Buck. Buck’s worried about something and he can fix it. That’s all there is. “We’ll sort it out tomorrow. Your couch looks nice up here.”

“Okay,” Buck mumbles and then slumps against Tommy. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Tommy says and presses a kiss against the port-wine stain of Buck’s birthmark.

They stay like that for a while, wrapped around each other, Buck tucking his head in the curve of Tommy’s neck.

“I knew there might be complications moving in together, I just didn’t expect something like that,” Tommy says frankly when Buck finally lifts his head up.

“I’ll explain later,” Buck says, looking a little sheepish now that the moment of panic is over. “We should get the rest of the stuff in. Where’s Eddie?”

“Run away like a chicken,” Tommy says. “Does he know about the couch theory?”

“He knows,” Buck says darkly. Okay, maybe this is another part of the 118 lore - and Tommy needs to remember to ask later about the Buck labeling system. What was Buck 1.0? Does he even want to know?

When they emerge out into the sunshine again, the removal men and Eddie are sitting on the grass out front, drinking water.

“All good?” Eddie asks and Buck offers him a hand.

“Good,” he says, pulling Eddie up. “Are we nearly done?”

“You tell me,” Eddie says, putting his hands on his hips and looking at Tommy. It’s very much saying ‘You asked for this.’

But all Tommy can think as Buck hurries back inside for his clipboard is that yes, he absolutely did.

[katnissmellarkkk]

i feel like people a lot of the time don’t remember that haymitch always had a hand in the rebellion. in the words of suzanne collins, he was always waiting for someone like katniss to come along. that’s what kept him alive all those years after snow murdered his loved ones.

[foldingfittedsheets]

so I've been following along with the mattress questions because my mattress is just about exactly 10 years old and sags SO BAD. It's deeply, deeply uncomfortable and all the things you've been saying to look for to replace, it has. I've already decided that when I start getting my paychecks this fall, the first thing I'm buying is a new mattress.

Are there any brands that sell $800-$1000 queen beds that you'd recommend? I get so overwhelmed with choice, so names to at least check out at the store would be useful.

Also, is it better to get a mattress topper earlier rather than later? Or should you wait until you notice problems with it to shell out for one?

(thank you so much, I had just resigned myself to sleeping bad forever, but this series of answers reminded me that I'm an Adult with Adult Money and can (eventually) buy myself a new one. and as I buy the new one, I WILL be buying a couple protectors)

Hmmnnngh. Okay. So here’s the thing. There’s a lot of really good queens in that price range. But taking a recommendation usually supersedes personal comfort, which is why almost all of these asks I deal in generalities rather than specifics. Also because bed names vary by retailer to be confusing because why not.

Just because I think a bed feels good doesn’t mean someone else won’t like something better, and I’ve seen a ton of folks who buy the bed a friend recommends even though their comfort is different. They return it later. So I am going to name names, but it’s very important that you take into consideration how the bed feels not just that I said it’s a good brand. We straight up don’t tell people what we sleep on for this reason because people will just buy that one assuming it’s the best.

Sealy, Serta, and Simmons all make great beds around that price point that I’ve had personal experience with. But as scary as it is the best thing to do is go into a store. The person is there to guide you around. You don’t need encyclopedic knowledge of beds, because it’s all about first how it feels to you. Their job is to help you navigate the showroom from there.

My personal process and what’s still taught in my company is to determine the comfort that fits you, then look at different styles in that comfort. Most folks are a medium-plush if you’re a side sleeper never go firm, ever, for real. Once you know how soft you like it you can compare A-B style between innerspring, hybrid, and foam.

Most people will have a strong preference for one of the three, and you won’t know before trying. Then you can narrow down from there. There’s probably only like six maybe seven beds you need to lay on to find the one!

Regarding the topper: no. Get a bed you like out the gate. When it sags, get a new bed. The ONLY time you will need a topper is if your bed is too hard on shoulders and hips and ideally you’re not buying that because you’ve just bought a super comfy amazing new mattress that’s perfect as is.

You need a thin waterproof protector and sheets and that’s it. Anytime you’re adding stuff like a topper or an extra pillow something is failing you and should get kicked to the curb.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

you’ve got too much to wear on your sleeve

4136 words // rated g

“Uh, sorry.” He stares down at Eddie’s shoes. “I just think I’m- I’m kind of scared.” He eventually understood, intellectually, why Ali left him. It was a lot. She didn’t really get the scope of what she was signing up for. His leg had turned something fun and casual into something suddenly dead fucking serious. So, yeah, he understood, but he’s not sure until this moment that he really, actually understood. Tommy’s down that hall somewhere, and he got hurt at his job which is dangerous, and Buck is wondering how awful it would be to flee back through all the hallways and out of Pasadena to parts of the city he knows better, and go and find a nice safe girl with a nice safe job so his chest won’t ever feel like this. Or, only feel like this sometimes, with Eddie or Hen and Chimney and Bobby, or Maddie, people who he’s already seen bleed so he knows they can do it.

—

Tommy’s helicopter goes down. Buck fixes the station AC unit.

[paxdracona]

Couldn't do @911reversebang without also representing Buddie, now could I :P?

Our beloved blurry background-headbonk, now beautifully incorporated in THIS FIC right here ♥♥!!

Artpost is HERE :)

[sportsthoughts]

4/10/24

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

still the bone remembers, still it wants | eddie+wanting fic | 20k/146k | chapter 1/9 | read on ao3

The thing is, wanting has always been easy.

The thing is, wanting has always been so hard.

or, eddie goes to therapy and learns how to want. buck helps.

snippet:

Eddie looks at Frank head-on, painfully aware of the weighty, purple bags under his eyes and the hunch of his shoulders and the bleak sensation of being lost that is probably stretched across his face, and he runs Frank’s question through his head once more.

What do you want?

It sounds a lot like What are you afraid of? even if the voice is less cherished and a different tenor, even if the question is lacking that particular brand of Buckley care that feels like you are being handed pieces of sunlight. The intention of it is the same, the gentle dig of it into the soft fleshy bits of himself that Eddie has worked so hard to keep hidden and is now working so hard to uncover, well, that’s the same too.

Eddie was honest with Buck, and he thinks he can be honest with Frank. He thinks he might even want to.

“I don’t know.”

read the rest on ao3

[pinkwillow]

Missed opportunity for AEW to do a beach-themed photo shoot for their anime beach episode.

The Elite as lifeguards.

Blackpool Combat Club making sand sculptures. Only Moxley's is a sand mountain with a fork on top.

Bang Bang Gang destroying sand castles by "accident"

Orange Cassidy sleeping on a rubber ducky float and being drifted away.

The Acclaimed & Death Triangle vs. The Dark Order & Undisputed Kingdom at beach volleyball. Wardlow is busy sunbathing in the back.

Beach balls being thrown at Don Callis but he pops them with his screwdriver.

Lastly, the men in AEW posing like the ladies from Dead or Alive Xtreme series.