#sometimes you need a buddy

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[archiepelago]

alternate surface au inspired by a few ive seen around on tumblr :3

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

no but watching the show for the first time from the perspective of someone who already knows everything about seasons 7 and 8 is so interesting, because it doesn’t feel forced. it doesn’t clash with the narrative. they’re just best friends who are slowly falling in love with each other, and they make perfect sense together

if i didn’t know better (how long fans hoped they’d become canon without knowing for sure) i would think they were written as a slow-burn friends-to-lovers couple from the very beginning

that them being gay and bi and best friends first was all part of the plan

it just flows so seamlessly

again, it’s the same thing with chandler and monica, and robin and barney - even if they weren’t planned, the signs from the universe were there from the beginning

i swear, if i didn’t know any context about the show, i would be so sure these characters are supposed to end up together and will fall in love later in the series, and that eddie is a replacement for abby, and he’ll help buck move on from her (wasn’t that bobby’s plan all along, lmao?)

then i’d see that moment where maddie and chimney meet for the first time when he helps her with her new place and think, “okay, so maddie is definitely getting together with chim, and buck is definitely getting together with eddie”

“he is so cute”

“yeah, he gets that a lot” *heart eyes* “you should meet his kid though”

“wait, chimney has a kid?”

*bi panic* “no, i thought you meant…” *maddie, his sister who raised him, walks away with a knowing look on her face* “chimney? 🤨”

maddie thinks chimney is cute

buck thinks eddie is cute

kind of on the nose, you know?

wild that it wasn’t the case initially

[zsbrainrot]

Safe in your arms ❤️💙

Happy Buddy Daddies Friday!

@flufftober Alt Prompt 1: “I’ve got you”

[becausebuckley]

when you're ready | buddie | getting together | 4.4k

this contains spoilers for 8x09!

eddie moves to texas. three weeks later, he comes home

“Okay,” Buck says. He nods a few times, determination settling onto his face with every move. “Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do.”

“We?”

“Of course, Eddie.” Buck smiles. It’s not exactly a happy smile, but it’s there, and it doesn’t look fake, or as sad as Buck’s smiles have been lately. “I’ve got your back, remember?”

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a shuddery breath. 

“I was right,” he says, voice sounding hoarse even to his own ears, “when I said I didn’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, you’ll never have to find out,” Buck says, and that’s almost enough to set Eddie off all over again.

read the full fic on ao3 here!

[wildlife4life]

8x01 Fuck-it Friday Coda

I'm back!!! The writing beans came to me and I had to write a post b-day scene. Hope ya'll enjoy!!! (Using this as my Fuck-it Friday as well!) Posted to A03 as well.

Tommy tried to apologize, tried to offer to help clean up, and suggested to give Buck a ride home. 

“Don’t” was Eddie’s first response before the apology could even get past the older man’s lips.

“I’ll deal with it later.” Was his second.

And Buck, merely shook his head and lead the pilot to the front door, hugging him in the doorway with too soft words Eddie doesn’t even try to catch.

He stays seated on the couch, laptop still closed, cone hate crushed in his fist and the stupid noise maker at his feet. Another birthday passing through a lagging computer screen. Another person he loves upset and angry for his choices.

Except there’s silence that echoes around him instead of the bustle of an army encampment. His body isn’t weighed down by miliary gear and the ever presence fear of dying in the sands of war.  Eddie is no longer that man in his early 20’s, running from his problems. Now he’s just a man in his mid-thirties, watching his son run away from him.

The couch dips to his right and warmth seeps into his numb body.  It spreads around his back and over his left shoulder.  The band of muscles around him, flex, pulling Eddie deeper and pushing the numbness further away.

Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it.  He closes his eyes, tipping his body sideways and burying his face into his best friend’s shoulder.

Buck doesn’t say anything.  He doesn’t try to apologize or offer to help clean, and he doesn’t suggest leaving Eddie to wallow alone. Because he doesn’t need to say any of those things.

Apologies from Buck aren’t going to salvage the failed birthday surprise.  Offers to clean the dollar store decorations and store-bought cupcakes will in no way make a dent in the disarray that is Eddie’s relationship with his son. And Eddie knows better than anyone, Buck is never going to leave him alone in this mess.

Side by side they sit in the silence that has been lingering since Christopher left for Texas.  Eddie breaths in the mixture of Buck’s cologne, laundry detergent, and something that is just uniquely Buck.  He takes breath after breath, and Buck matches each one with his own. Same rhythm. Same speed. Same heartache.

They sit there for minutes, hours, maybe even the rest of evening. The time didn’t matter, but this moment did, and Eddie needed to stay in it for just a little longer. He needed the line of warmth from Buck to chase away the remaining ache. He needed just a few more deep breaths with Buck’s scent lingering in the back of his throat. He needed Buck to keep holding onto him. He needed the silence to try and remember the echoes of previous birthdays where Christopher didn’t scoff, but smiled and laughed and returned his father’s hugs. He needed his son back.

But at this moment, his son didn’t need him.

It sobers Eddie, admitting that and he comes back to himself, breaking the bubble he secluded himself in with Buck.

He pulls his head from Buck’s shoulder and with a squeeze of his hand to Buck’s knee, Buck drops his arm, but the strength of his support remains. And when Eddie rises to his feet, disconnecting himself from Buck’s side, his warmth, his love, clings and doesn’t allow the numbness to return.

The silence is still there. The hurt and echoes of laughter’s past still resonance around them. There is still a mess. But Eddie isn’t alone with any of it.

Buck grabs the trash bag he laid out earlier and plucks the crumpled party hat from Eddie’s laxed grip. It makes the slightest rustle when dropped in the bag and again when followed by Buck’s red one.

“No cone hats next year, they’re uncomfortable.” Buck states as he tosses Tommy’s discarded blue hat in.

He reaches for the noise maker on the floor and Eddie manages to allow the smallest spark of hope to erupt with a tiny smile, “What do you suggest instead?”

The noise maker disappears into the trash bag and Buck’s eyes catch Eddie’s, lighting up with giddiness, “Depends.  Disney has the mickey ears, but what about universal? Shrek ears? Troll hair? Minion bald caps?”

A grand birthday plan is already in the works for Christopher’s 15th. Because Buck could see past pool clubs and renovation talks. He is seeing past the tangles in Eddie’s and Christopher’s distant relationship, beyond the anger and sadness.  His hope is larger than a single spark and one day, it will charge Eddie’s own.

One day, but not today.  So, Eddie shakes his head at Buck’s hat contemplations and makes his way over to the cupcake stand that is only missing one. “You’re baking these next year.” Eddie says softly.

Buck comes up behind him beaming, “You’re helping.”

Exactly what he needed to hear.

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@eddiebabygirldiaz

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

Chase and Buddy and Prunella and Deacan going into an ATLA book…

[moeblob]

Ohiwe

After Oh is split into two, their power is halved/divided. But! Other traits are not necessarily divided evenly. So she holds all the romantic love (unrequited) for Ymber. She also has the rhythm/ability to dance while the other half cannot keep a beat for the life of him.

[princesseddiediazzzz]

When the book is good but I have to deal with the Shannon, Taylor or Maddie bashing 🧍🏽‍♂️

[theoraeeken]

I have to leave in like two hours to begin a like 550 mile journey. I know there are Americans reading this like "550 miles??? That's my daily commute!!! That's what I drive to buy big drink on a Friday!!!" and honestly I love that for you. Nothing endears me to your people more than your genuine comfort at travelling unfathomable distances on a whim. But please understand that the UK is like, maybe 650 miles from the South coast to northern Scotland. This is pretty much as far as I can travel without needing a fucking visa. I'm so exhausted at the thought of it.

[lesbianlogano]

Nah I'm sorry but the pregnancy announcement after George confirmed that Max said that he would smash his head against a wall. No one is gonna say anything bad about a father to be. That was such a perfect PR move.

And it's marketable. Baby merch immediately popped up on his site after. I've physically seen people excuse his threat towards George (which under no circumstances would ever be normal?? even if anyone else said it) to get all cheerful (called it 'alright' because he's 'morally grey' ?? that's a real human being, not a fictional character) about the baby and also using it to defend Kelly too. (I'm not going in that rabbit hole more, but she doesn't deserve defense or a fanbase)

Does everyone fall for pr that easily? Apparently so. Average F1 fan sucks up to the worst type of (European) man so easily and falls deep for their curated, predatory parasocial relationships. Media training, media acting (DTS), fandom-curated content, and rpf have you all acting like everything is a movie. Like everything is fine and sunshine.

Holy shit I need a breather.

[pickled-flowers]

It will never not be funny to me that my dad was in a men's group to discuss his feelings and shit, because I know for a fact this group didn't help him become a better man : it helped him to express himself, but not listen. It reinforced that men are this one thing and women this other thing, it told him how important his emotions are (and that's true! Men do need to be able to express themselves without judgment) but it didn't help him love those around him. Never did he consider that maybe, just maybe, women could teach him as well. And whenever I see that poem about how men love, I can't help but wonder, what exactly makes this love unique to men? How is this beautiful?

[monstermoviedean]

if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.

[thedreadvampy]

I miss Otis a lot :((((((

[uncanny-tranny]

Over the years, I've gotten a lot of cis people messaging me about how they should go about dating or courting somebody who's trans, and I always felt like my responses would almost... disappoint them because there isn't this magic secret to dating us.

Cis people, if you want to date us, just date us. We're human beings, we're not wild animals to tame! I promise you can have a healthy relationship with a trans person without needing to feel like the world will end if you mess up.

Trans people who date cis people often want to feel secure in your acceptance of them. You don't have to talk about our transness for hours on end to prove that you accept your loved one. You don't have to put on a display and cabaret about how Much You Accept Us. Just be a person around us, and let us be people, too!

I almost want to disappoint cis people by reminding them of this. Some of the best relationships I've had with cis people have been ones where my transness is acknowledged, sure, but it's acknowledged in the same way that my left-handedness is. It's not a joke to them, it isn't something to be horrified about, but it's also something that they don't objectify me for.

[eddiegettingshot]

i enjoy seeing posts like that. becuase sometimes i think to myself that i am stupid. and i see posts like that and i remember no.....

scream. every time i see that shit i get so scared im gonna devolve into that level of incomprehension and i open a book. im doing it right now