#you’re next buddy

[wtfsteveharrington]

josh o’connor photographed by luca guadagnino

[alltheshadesofamber]

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

[whirlpool-blogs]

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.

[buddiebitch]

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???

[darlingod]

Jude: *slams Cardan against a tree because he made Taryn cry*

Cardan:

[lynlovesspn]

eddie is running out of women to terrorize in LA so he’s moving on to the next city: el paso

[owoozles]

i have no idea what you’re referring to your honour

[loverln]

this is going to be me watching the new movie once it hits theaters in october hehe

[buddiedaydreamer911]

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.

[fisherrprince]

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,

[driftveilcity]

playing hello kitty island adventure with one eye open and the other closed bc it’s being “cleaned” by my dog

[francisforever2014]

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 .

[sciderman]

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

[quietlyblooms]

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 😔

[strohller27]

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[hippolotamus]

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.