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wtfsteveharrington · 9 months ago
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josh o’connor photographed by luca guadagnino
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alltheshadesofamber · 2 months ago
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Eddie leaves but he and Buck are in constant contact through FaceTiming and texting and calling etc to the point where people are like “who’s Buckley talking to all the time?” And one day Chim jokes that Buck is talking to his husband. And it’s a joke and Buck knows it’s a joke but it opens a door inside of him and unleashes something and Buck starts calling Eddie his husband too when he talks about him to people other than their core group. As a joke! Obviously it’s just a joke, haha! Except you know if you do something ironically for long enough it becomes indistinguishable from the original purpose and becomes genuine.
So Buck is just calling Eddie his husband to strangers for no real reason. Then Eddie comes back from Texas and after a few days maybe they run into someone he told or Buck just cracks and confesses that he’s been telling strangers that Eddie is his husband and Buck expects some kind of reaction, probably negative or at least confused or weirded out. Except instead what he gets is Eddie nodding and nonchalantly going oh yeah I did that with you in Texas too, it was just easier. And Buck has never felt more understood or more confused before, all at the same time
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whirlpool-blogs · 3 days ago
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Q: Who do you think will score the first goal tonight? Jack: I’m gonna say… I’m gonna go: Matthew Tkachuk, or Jake Guentzel.
#ohohoho *rolls up sleeves* time to talk about his choices here#because even though it is such a brief pause & such a quick buy for time he DOES think it through before answering#and we know from his ntdp days that he plays it VERY smart with how he sprinkles his sugar!#1. either tkachuk would have been a safe choice. those are quinn’s friends after all!#so it wouldn’t be embarrassing to be proven wrong after the game. because hey! it was just a friendly nod to a buddy right?#so now jack has a choice between matthew or brady#brady was closer to quinn (same age & played/lived together) so why didn’t he pick brady?#well look at the 4 Nations USA roster. Jack is the smallest player by height and weight#so who’s more likely to protect Jack out on the ice?#so Jack picks Matty Tkachuk. sweetens Matty up to him a little bit#now for second choice. Jack has been emphasizing a lot how this line is new and they’ve only had a few days of practice together#so picking a linemate as a nod and way to bring them closer in the line bonding/chemistry sense is next on his agenda#the obvious choice would be auston matthews. duh. goal scoring?#BUT Jack knows what it’s like to be under that kind of pressure. when everyone knows you’re That Guy#and so they expect you to be That Guy#and he doesn’t want to put that kind of pressure on auston to perform#that’s his center and he needs auston to stay cool and keep the line together!#so he picks his other linemate instead. and gives jake guentzel a friendly little nod#and just like that. in his 3 second pause and stall for time. he’s sprinkled the sugar jussssst right#so fascinating#anyway this all goes back to my whole thesis on how jack understands how ALL of it actually a game#and he’s in it to win it!#jack hughes#matthew tkachuk#jake guentzel#auston matthews#brady tkachuk#❤️🤍💙#post
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buddiebitch · 9 months ago
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wait people are paying real money for Lou Ferrigno jr to give them his headcanons?
his cameo cost like, over $100, and people are actually paying that just to ask him questions about BT?? and buddie fans are the weird ones???
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darlingod · 1 year ago
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Jude: *slams Cardan against a tree because he made Taryn cry*
Cardan:
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lynlovesspn · 3 months ago
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eddie is running out of women to terrorize in LA so he’s moving on to the next city: el paso
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owoozles · 11 months ago
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i have no idea what you’re referring to your honour
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loverln · 7 months ago
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this is going to be me watching the new movie once it hits theaters in october hehe
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buddiedaydreamer911 · 9 months ago
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if eddie talks to christopher and decides to be more honest to the 14 year old, and tell him about the mention of divorce before the death, i might actually cry. i know christopher doesn’t see shannon as the perfect mother if she left them already, but he probably still thinks she was going to stay before she died. it’s gonna be so emotional to see eddie open up finally to his son.
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fisherrprince · 1 month ago
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my third time starting a new minecraft world has been Much more successful than my first two times. on account of how i spawned in an area that kind of had things like iron and sheep and a coastline (I GET LOST VERY EASILY) and I didn’t get immensely frustrated trying to find Anything At All. I did however try to get two sheep near me, realize very quickly that that’s really hard without wheat, break both leads I got, dig a ton of stupid holes trying to get the sheep into it, kill one sheep out of pure choices in anger rage, then realize you can’t make a bed with two different colors of wool after I had already killed the sheep,
#kipspeak#I still would rather play this with a buddy. But I made a book! And wrote in it! It’s my journal now#I’m having all these realizations like im 12 and discovering Minecraft for the first time. because i’ve Never Played This#I found an empty map and now the map is my home and now I can go ANYWHERE and find my way home (!!)#I found a huge cave with diamond and gold and redstone and lapis and died 3 times in it so there are 4 boats parked outside#I found a cat in a village and im going to BEFRIEND the cat because I fished up a nametag (and 36 cod)#I made a nether portal. I’m scared of it but I am in a forest! I think im under a different layer of forest#I now have 3 sheep and many cows and 3 chickens but no shears because they burned to a crisp in the huge cave#when I died. In lava a lot and burnt all my stuff to death#there’s a huuuge river network that I can feel confident navigating because the exit is next to my house#I have one (1) bookshelf and plan to make maaannny more because of my cows and sugarcane abundance#there’s more things to grow than just wheat and sugarcane there is Beet Root#there’s a bunch of treasure chests in these little underwater temples everywhere in the ocean (im afraid of getting lost in the ocean tho)#(but I can explore it with my map!!!)#one of these days when I find a pretty place I’ll build a second house. Mine is a beach house 3 turtles live there#idk#I also got a ton of gold and made gold boots? You’re supposed to do that when you go to the nether? Don’t remember why but I’ll find out#I also found a treasure map but I think the treasure is super far underwater..?#but im also slowly getting to the point where i don’t want to go any further by myself#it’s mostly fields and holes out here… maybe I’ll go across the ocean#I’ve never been an open world survival game girlie I am not a fan of resource games like don’t starve#but I like building. so. Hmmm#I see cherry trees waaaaay up in the hills. Cherry time
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driftveilcity · 12 days ago
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playing hello kitty island adventure with one eye open and the other closed bc it’s being “cleaned” by my dog
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francisforever2014 · 5 months ago
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the thing is that it’s NEVER just two guys standing next to each other . i’ve never in my life seen a situation where people claim it’s a “two guys just standing next to each other” “two pale coconuts” thing and it actually is . chances are they’re doing insane cocomelon shit to each other in every episode . interview with the vampire hannibal level gay shit is happening in tv shows that are filmed like target commercials i promise .
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sciderman · 1 year ago
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So Sci, my darling. My savior of poly ships. Not that I'm not loving the updates to "It came from Outer space" BUT
When are we getting Night 2 of "Truth"?👀
the… ingratitude… you TAKE what I GIVE and you LIKE it
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quietlyblooms · 10 days ago
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i did that thing where i start ugly crying and someone comes to check on me only to find out i’m balling my eyes out over a movie 😔
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strohller27 · 11 days ago
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#after two nights of not being able to sleep very well#I’m just remembering what my most recent therapist said - and boy was he ever wrong#‘everything gets easier once you’re in your 30s’ does it? ‘yeah it’s like a switch flipping’#like. buddy I’ve been in my 30s for a few years now. just what is supposed to get easier exactly?#now you’re right. there *are* certain things I care less about. HOWEVER that doesn't mean everything's better/easier#like why make a claim that is absolutely impossible to back up#you had no idea what political bullshit was going to happen when I was smack dab in the middle of my 30s#you didn’t know what challenges I was going to face. so why did you say that?#were you just trying to make me feel better? or was it merely a reflection of the secure stability you found at 30#which so many of my generation and gen Z-ers are going to be struggling to find for years?#were you just speaking from your place of priviledge as a cishet man#not knowing what us queers have to go through to find even a sliver of safe secure stability?#maybe don’t make promises that you can’t keep my guy.#although why am I surprised? I’ve been disappointed by such promises my whole life#‘​get an education or you’ll never make any money’ okay I have a master’s degree and I’m struggling to find work#you didn’t know AI was going to take over the proofreading business did you#like people have got to stop pretending they know so much#my resolution this year is just to learn how to sit back and say#I don’t know shit about shit. I’ve been kept in the dark about some things and I just haven’t had the chance or desire to learn about other#so I’m going to look at the world with the wonder of a child and allow myself to be amazed by the joys I find in it#and to be analytical about the horrors that I find in it#I know only one thing: I know nothing. and neither do a lot of the people who are running their mouths off like they do#so it’s time to approach life like a scientist: i don’t know about this. i have theories that I can test.#if I find evidence that I’m on the right track then it doesn’t mean I know it all. it means I know what questions to ask next
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hippolotamus · 1 year ago
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Tagged by the talented @giddyupbuck @buddierights @eddiediaztho @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @911onabc (make sure you check their posts!)
Posting a lengthy snippet of you're where I wanna go under the cut because: I can, I have no impulse control, and I'm hoping this will make me write beyond this stage and get Buckaroo a little relief. Or at least, y’know, less sad 😘
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“Evan? Is that you?”  Even with walls of plaster and heartache between them he can hear the obligation in his mother’s tone. The hollow echo of concern that reaches for him before bouncing off and landing with a dull thud on the oriental carpet in the foyer.  He removes his jacket, draping it over his arm, and walks towards the parlor, finding her sitting with her back to him in a favorite chair. His late father’s matching one still exists stoically beside it, a reminder of the man’s presence, even in death.  The faint scent of peppermint tea drifts through the air, coupled with the tinkling sound of her spoon against the gold rim of a hand-painted china cup, stirring stirring stirring.  “Good evening, mother.” “You’re late,” she comments, not bothering to turn around.  “I was out walking.” It’s not untrue. And it’s not as if she actually cares what he was doing. He leans with his shoulder against the doorframe, waiting to hear if there’ll be more than the impatient sigh he’s sure she means for him to notice.  “That girl should really be more considerate of your time, Evan.” That girl.  Margaret Buckley has never shown interest in knowing more than she absolutely has to regarding the details of Buck’s romantic life. Truthfully, he almost prefers it that way. Less ammunition for her to cut him down with. Not none, but less.
The soft parts of him that yearn for a mother’s affection do want her to show genuine curiosity. But her current disregard for Ali sets off a flare of annoyance that makes his jaw tense.  “Miss Martin,” he corrects. When she doesn’t answer, he adds, “But that won’t be a problem going forward. She’ll be leaving to pursue other opportunities.” The spoon makes a halted clink. “I suppose it was only a matter of time. She never did seem very reliable.” Margaret pauses to sip from her tea. “We’ll start fresh tomorrow then.” Tomorrow. Meaning that In less than twelve hours she intends for him to be meeting and charming potential new partners. As if he’s seeking a trinket. Something inconsequential. The spark of annoyance tips into a full bodied discontent.  His fingers curl in, nails digging into the fleshy bits of his palm. Selfishly, he wants the skin to break open, allowing his frustration to drip on the imported rug. To then wipe away the excess on each hand-embroidered curtain and stain them with his misery. He wants to pull his wretched, broken heart from his chest and set it on his father’s chair. Maybe then it would be worthy of inspection. But, of course, he doesn’t do any of those things. “Nevermind that I might need some time before going off in search of the next Mrs. Buckley. That I might want just a- a breath before seeking out the unsuspecting person who has to spend the rest of their life with me a-and this family.” “Evan.” Margaret turns to him then, wide eyed with her mouth set in a tense line. “You're being dramatic. You have very few obligations to, as you say, this family. What’s left of it anyway. You are provided for and need not lift a finger if you don’t want to. The only thing required of you is to find a suitable wife, and to grow up. Is that so impossible?” Buck is suddenly twelve years old again, desperate to please his parents. To diffuse any contention that stands in the way of him being loved.  “N- no. I’m simply asking for a little time. Not much. Not even a week. Just a few days to recover so I can have a clear head to think with. Please.” Margaret’s deep scowl relaxes to a more neutral air of indifference before she turns away from him again.  “One,” she says. “I will allow you one day.” The room falls silent as it was before. The only exceptions are a silver spoon resuming the task of stirring what must be lukewarm peppermint tea, and the grandfather clock ticking in the corner.  Buck silently excuses himself, taking the dismissal for what it is.
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