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Inspiration Saturday!🍷

Tagged by @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @disasterbuckdiaz

So my life has been kinda messy lately, and that is bringing me so much inspiration lol, soooo New wip!

The walls have fallen.

Whateverwas kipping a distance between them no longer exists, they got rid of it.

It started with something small, something that some people would not take with much relevance.

A hand on his thigh.

And a warm touch was enough for him to want more.

Tagging some people! @elgascreamslikehell @steadfastsaturnsrings @jeeyuns @wannabemylover @wikiangela @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @yelenasbuddie @princehattric @puppyboybuckley @aroeddiediaz @aspecbuddie @spagheddiediaz @ghost-cowboy @kaseysgirl86-blog @ladydorian05 @zhaan01 @chimney-begins @buckleydiaz @nmcggg @mattsire @theotherbuckley @evanbegins @buckdefencesquad ( sorry if you already did it!)

Also please tell me if you want to be added or removed

#🥺🥺🥺 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #pirru writes

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Eddie surviving and going to see The Princess Bride when it comes out in 1987—and it’s a tentative thing, still, between him and Steve; they haven’t named it, but their hands still brush in the space between their seats, and really if Eddie were pushed, he’d say that they both know exactly what they’re heading towards, that they’re just floating between the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. That’s fine by him; they have time now, so much of it.

And the movie is charming and funny, but it’s not the romance or adventure that hits Eddie in the chest. It comes on unexpectedly, every time there’s a scene with the man reading to his grandson who’s sick in bed: suddenly Eddie can feel the softness of the bedsheets he had when he was young, when the move to Wayne’s was still raw and difficult, and it’s Wayne who’s reading to him softly, back when stories of things turning out fine were all Eddie had.

“Let’s see… where were we?” the grandfather mutters, and Eddie laughs because he can hear so much of Wayne in it, that gentle, wry humour. “Oh, yes. In the Pit of Despair.”

Eddie laughs again, choked. He’s clawed his way out of that damned pit so many times. His breathing catches at the thought that it’s been over a year since the deepest pit of them all, when Eddie once thought that the walls were far too high to climb.

“Woah, hey,” Steve whispers, “what’s wrong?”

Eddie shakes his head, smiling. “N-nothing.”

Their row is empty, and in the dark Steve reaches out, fingertips gently brushing underneath Eddie’s eye. They come away wet.

And Steve gives a little shushing noise, so that only they can hear, and it’s him who makes the leap, easily turning the page into the new chapter.

To some people Eddie’s first kiss would mean nothing at all—in their eyes, a chaste peck of comfort in a movie theatre would be just a speck in the grand history of the kiss itself. But for Eddie, it leaves them all behind.

“Farm boy,” he murmurs, when the movie’s over, smiling because the great, terrible story is done, and he is here; he is here. “Take me home?”

Steve smiles back, winks out the corner of his eye. “As you wish.”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #wayne munson #this is so cute!!!🥺🥺🥺🥺

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New Oliver interview dropping tomorrow morning.

#goddamn it oliver!!! #couch theory #really? REALLY!? #I'm fucking feral for couch theory!!! and this man brought it up in an interview!!!!????

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So, I rewatched S7 Ep 5 and I noticed that whenever there's a post sex scene that involves Eddie, him and his partner are always on the wrong side of the bed, like they're lying with their heads on the part that's normally meant for your feet. It was like that with Shannon, can't remember if there was a post sex scene with Ana, but it's like that with Marisol.

I mentioned it to my sister because I needed to get it out there and she voiced my theory before I got to itduring my whole spiel:

What if it's because he's with the 'wrong' person/ gender and that's why they're on the wrong side of the bed!

Because for Hen and Karen and Bobby and Athena any scenes that allude to sex for those couples they're always on the side of their beds that has the headboard.

Hell even when Athena was seeing that guy that she got cuffed to the bed with and same with Buck Being on the 'wrong' side of the bed only happens with Eddie.

Here's the proof (provided by my lovely friend @made-ofmemories)

First we have Shanon and Eddie:

And then Marisol and Eddie:

#911 #911 abc #911 season 7 #911 s7 #theory #911 theories #eddie diaz

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Hiiiii Hippo 💕💕💕

Buddie fic title:

If only I knew you had electric fingerprints

-❤️🪐

Hiiii Saturn!!!! So lovely to see you here! You said Buddie. Please know you have my eternal gratitude for forgiving my slip into Diaz Family Feels. 💞🦛

After the debacle of broken salad bowls, 'I think you should go home' and 'This is your mess now', Eddie thought that he and Chris had worked through the biggest tangles of dating in the Diaz household. Introducing Marisol was almost a non-event. Eddie might even go so far as to call it a success.

He will now admit that line of thinking was more than a bit premature and naïve on his part.

Maybe it was his own growth and evolutions in the relationship department that led him to assume Christopher wouldn't face the same issues. And, well, technically he didn't. No, Eddie's son dealt him an entirely new, foreign set of tribulations. A one-eighty of Eddie's nesting instincts where Christopher is leading on five different girls. Five!

Wasn't it just last year they were discussing how much shirt sleeve was acceptable to show? What the hell happened?

And, OK, it's a new world with new methods of communication and apps and how teenagers interact with each other. Eddie likes to think he isn't completely stupid, because he tries to stay informed about current trends that he would honestly rather not know about. But no article or discussion with the school guidance counselor - or Frank - could have prepared him for tonight. No tips, tricks, signs to watch for could have fortified him for the devastating blow of 'We loved her and she left us anyway' and 'I can't remember her voice anymore'.

When Buck emerges from Chris's room, Eddie is still leaning against the wall, crushed under the weight of a thousand emotions and questions, attempting to prevent his heart from spilling past the walls of his chest. To keep it from slipping through the makeshift cage where his fingers press bruises into his skin, just below his collarbone.

Buck squeezes Eddie's shoulder before wordlessly leading then to the kitchen where he pours them both a glass of water and he waits. Waits for Eddie to speak, because it's what they do. They don't press. And maybe they should - more or earlier - but that's another thought for another day. For another version of Eddie that doesn't feel like the ground has been ripped out from underneath him.

"I don't- How am I supposed to-" Eddie blows out a harsh breath, frustrated that he can't form a complete question. That there is no entry in the non-existent Parenting Handbook for how to tackle this scenario.

"Eds," Buck says the nickname so carefully, so gently, like his tongue is shaping it from the most fragile glass. His hand tentatively slides across the tabletop until it's resting on top of Eddie's own. "You don't need to have all the answers or know exactly what to do."

"I know I don't. It's just-" He cuts himself off, huffing out an unamused chuckle. Because he doesn't know.

And, look, Eddie is fully aware that he doesn't have to be one hundred percent in control all the time, but it doesn't make him hate whatever this is any less. This combination of lost and thrown off course; of sad, bitter anger muddled together with desperation. His own eagerness to bargain for a way to make this situation more palatable. A pathetic yearning for the chance to go back. To never enlist and close himself off. To splurge on the digital camera with video recorder so he could capture a truly ludicrous amount of everyday, mundane moments.

How many hours of footage might they have collected? Of simple things like Shannon chopping vegetables or putting on makeup before a night out. Her and Eddie slow dancing in the backyard to music only they could hear. Or her laughing, bright and bold, as she smudged dirt and filth across Eddie's cheek after he showed her how to change the oil in her car. The way he pulled her in with his own grimy hands, pressing their mouths together so he could swallow the sound.

He blinks rapidly to keep tears from falling as he wonders how many instances would have featured her rolling her eyes - exactly the way Christopher does now - and shoving her palm in front of the lens.

But he'll never know because he's stuck with the choices he made. That they made. He can tell their son stories, bring him for graveside visits, and offer small souvenirs of the time Shannon had on earth, but that's all Eddie can do. He can't replicate what it was like to be in her presence. He can't convey how she was soft and gentle and all the things Eddie isn't, while also being sharp and spirited. How she smelled like peonies and summer rain.

Whatever he has to offer is two dimensional. Framed photographs, memories stored in his mind. Some of them also stored in Chris's though Eddie suspects in a completely different way. Hopefully in a way that doesn't taste as much like guilt and regret for things left unfinished and words left unsaid. Words like-

Dear Christopher.

He swallows hard around the phantom taste of sea spray from the Pacific Ocean, has the urge to claw at damp, sun-warmed sand that isn't there. And god only knows how his best friend has any idea what's scratching at Eddie's brain, but he does. And Eddie is so, so grateful when Buck rubs his thumb across Eddie's knuckles and asks if he should stay or would Eddie rather it just be him and Chris.

As much as Eddie would like Buck to be present as an extra layer of protection, he knows this is something he has to do himself. Even though, as he walks Buck to the front door, promising to call later, he gets the distinct feeling he won't actually be alone.

In the low lighting currently casting shadows around his bedroom, Eddie's fingers tremble as he reaches for the small safe in the back of his closet. A simple design meant to hold important, precious things. The metal dial is cool under his fingertips, easily manipulated as he rotates it right and left and right again until the door pulls open.

It's been years since he read the words written in Shannon's flowing script, but he knows them like he knows his own name. He traces over her loops and arches, wishing, like always, that he had more time. That he could put off performing this errand for a few more years, decades, lifetimes. Even if he knows it's only for selfish reasons. Because he owes this to Chris and to Shannon. It's on him to follow her instructions and deliver this remaining link between mother and son.

He holds the folded pieces of paper in his hands, feeling something familiar wrap around him that isn’t the usual despair. Something that's more like spun gold flowing between the note and his skin.

Eddie bites back a sob as it dives beneath the surface to wind its way around nerves and spill through blood vessels on its way to his heart. As a calm takes root, anchoring in all four chambers, unfurling and flourishing. As the room, that typically smells like lavender fabric softener and the fancy vanilla linen spray Pepa bought for him, is permeated by the overwhelming scent of Texas nights - filled with crackling humidity wrapped in silvery starlight - and velvety pink peonies.

He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing it in, inhaling deeply to his core like it might allow him to hold onto this moment forever. When at last his lungs protest, forcing him to exhale, his eyes flutter open again.

Eddie closes the door to the safe, hearing it shut with a satisfying click.

"Thank you," he whispers, letting his gaze drift to the letter once more before he walks down the hall to pass it to its rightful owner. His son. Their son. A living, breathing tether between past, present and future.

He knocks on the doorframe, briefly saddened by the sight of Shannon and Christopher’s picture turned face down on the desk. It only makes him more sure he’s doing the right thing.

“Hey, buddy…”

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#i hate you for that 😭 #but that was so freaking good!😭😭😭😭 #hippo writes #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #evan buckley

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🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 (please pretend these are bi flags)

Write for me, my love!

For you, Sir 💖

Through the years, Buck – Evan? – has been searching for something. A magical missing piece that would finally make him feel whole. Complete. Like he’s enough.  He’s searched in different occupations, places, and other people. Lots of other people. He criss-crossed the United States and wandered down to Peru before he finally landed in LA. When Buck graduated from the academy, when he parked his jeep and was welcomed to family dinner with Bobby, Hen and Chim, it finally felt like things were slotting into place. Like the universe had shifted and made room for him. Turns out he couldn’t have been more right and wrong at the same time.  After false starts in therapy, truck bombings, natural disasters, countless hours at hospitals – for himself or family – too many hookups, and too few meaningful romances, he continues to feel oddly stuck. Like everything around him keeps progressing and he’s on a never ending treadmill that prevents him from ever actually going anywhere.  Maybe that’s why he’s so unprepared when Tommy kisses him. When he grips Buck’s chin and tilts his world completely. When Buck kisses back and suddenly realizes – oh. It was this. When the usual heaviness that sits in his chest shifts like the pins in a lock and he feels… free. As if the veil has been lifted and he’s uncaged and untethered. At liberty to become who he’s meant to be. Not just a version or a software upgrade. But to be Buck. To be Evan. To be him.

#bucktommy #hippo writes #buck centered #I still mcfreaking love Buck's expression after the kiss

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Fuck it Friday!

Tagged by: @ladydorian05 <3

Posting the final two chapters of You Can Feel it on the Way Home (aka Earthquake fic) instead of just one and counting that as my fuck it Friday!

(Header, as always is by the lovely @nmcggg)

Summary: Buck's apartment is destroyed when an earthquake shakes LA, luckily there's always a space for him in the Diaz household.

Read the full fic here

Snippet of chapter 4 is under the cut

Eddie does as he’s told and Buck slips into the space behind him, legs bracketing Eddie at either side. The bruising on his back is extensive, he can’t see it but the map Buck’s fingers trace into his skin as he applies the cream and the dull aching pain that’s starting to bleed through the painkiller haze branching from his shoulder all the way down to his lower back gives him a good enough visualization. 

“What time is it?” Eddie asks, he’s dangerously close to falling asleep and he should be worried about toppling right off the side of the bed if he does, but Buck will catch him before that happens so he lets his eyelids droop until they’re almost closed. 

“Just after 3, Carla’s picking Chris up after science club don’t worry,” Buck says, because he’s always been an expert at reading between the lines when it comes to Eddie. “I’ll wake you up when they get back.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.” It’s barely coherent, each word running into the next. Buck chuckles, his hands have stopped tracing patterns on Eddie’s skin and Eddie chases the contact, slumping back into him despite the bruising. Buck lets out a little ‘oof’ at the sensation of suddenly having all of Eddie’s weight dropped on him, pinning him against the headboard.

“C’mon.” Buck hooks his chin over Eddie’s least injured shoulder, “Let's get you to bed.”

“ ‘M already in bed.”

“Smartass.” Another chuckle, this time Eddie is pressed close enough to feel it vibrate through Buck’s chest.

“Can we just stay like this?”

“Alright, but only for a little while.” One of Buck’s arms comes up to wrap around Eddie’s bare stomach and Eddie lets out a satisfied hum at the contact. Physical affection has never been something they’ve shied away from, but now more so than ever. It’s weirder when Eddie wakes up and doesn’t have Buck in his arms or sprawled out on top of him. “I’ll have to get up when Chris gets home.”

“ ‘kay.”

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Tags if you guys wanna join in: @loveyouanyway @your-catfish-friend @nmcggg @ladydorian05 @jesuiscenseedormir @warpedpuppeteer

#It's completed!!! #fic recs #fic rec #Buddie #earthquake fic #Fic: You can feel it on the way home #made-ofmemories writes #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz

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Fuck it Friday

hellllo i am back on my Eddie takes Buck to a country concert bullshit. This is part of the scene that inspired the fic :)

“This one wasn’t in our original set list, but I think I saw an old friend in the crowd who used to listen to me play this song over and over again when Willie Nelson released his cover in 2006,” Matty said into the mic. “This is ‘Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other. You may have heard it.” Buck turned to look at Eddie so quickly that his neck cracked. Eddie looked raw, like he wasn’t sure how to process what was happening.  “I think he saw me,” Eddie said with a huffed out laugh as the band started to play.  “I think you’re right,” Buck agreed as Matty started singing.  “Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas/ There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend/ And a small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes/ No, a small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men,” Matty’s sang. Buck felt like he could feel it in his heart, but that wasn’t what he noticed. No, what he noticed were the lyrics.  Because Buck had been 90% sure that this was a queer country band before they started on this song, but now he was 100% sure. And the way Eddie had looked when he saw Matty, like he was seeing a ghost, it kind of made Buck wonder if maybe his best friend wasn’t as straight as he’d thought.

Tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz

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@butchdiaz @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz @jeeyuns @neverevan

@rainbow-nerdss @thekristen999 @steadfastsaturnsrings @cal-daisies-and-briars @underwaterninja13

@watchyourbuck @jesuisici33 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @actualalligator @ladydorian05

@alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @fortheloveofbuddie @honestlydarkprincess @bi-buckrights @herrmannhalsteadproduction

@elvensorceress @shitouttabuck @dangerpronebuddie @theotherbuckley @epicbuddieficrecs

#buddie #wip: cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other #exhuastedpigeon

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Oliver Stark about the negativity concerning Buck's bisexuality

#yes #all of that so much fucking yes #oliver stark #911 #911 abc #evan buckley

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fuck it friday

tagged by @tizniz @diazsdimples @bidisasterevankinard 💖

my bucktommy the will talk fic didn't get to the will yet but we're getting there slowly lol somehow they're talking about the sperm donor storyline rn, idk, i'm just letting them talk and writing it down haha

for now have this lil snippet (here's hoping I'll finish it soon and won't get carried away with another >5k lmao)

prev snippet

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“Kind of? I mean, I tried not to think about it a lot before, but then Kameron was pregnant, and by the end I kinda got involved, and then I delivered the baby-” he starts rambling, and he knows it’s all very vague, and maybe one day soon he’ll tell Tommy the full story in detail, but right now it’s not that important.

“Of course you did.” Tommy shakes his head fondly, and then leans in to press a sweet kiss to the top of Buck’s nose. “You’re incredible.”

“I- she gave birth on my couch.” Buck just says, face burning from the affection. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the effect Tommy has on him. “It was cheaper to buy a new one instead of clean it. But it was an awful couch, anyway.” he adds, like it matters to the topic, and Tommy chuckles. “But it- it felt good. To be able to help them, to- to give them this, you know?"

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @your-catfish-friend @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz

#I actually hope that they bring Connor and Kameron back even if it's a little glimpse of them and their kid #wikiangela writes #bucktommy fic #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy the will talk fic

[ladydorian05]

Fuck it Friday!

Thank you everyone who has been tagging me, and to @wikiangela for tagging me on today's Fuck it Friday.

Here, have a sneak peak of a new WIP I'm working on for a friend, this is going to be entirely from Tommy's POV and a little bit of context, this comes from watching a cute moment between Eddie, Buck and Chris:

He finds their friendship so beautiful, it’s easy to see how much they care for each other. It’s so nice and refreshing to be a witness to such a scene, there’s not a trace of the usual toxic masculinity that seems to permeate most friendships between men. No such thing exists between Evan and Eddie. He’s so glad he gets to call Eddie a friend and Evan his, well his date, his almost something. Hopefully, his future boyfriend.

No pressure tags:

@made-ofmemories @wildlife4life @thewolvesof1998 @your-catfish-friend @hippolotamus @bidisasterevankinard @eddiebabygirldiaz @loserdiaz @crowleywasagryffindor @theotherbuckley @jesuisici33 @missmagooglie @daffi-990 @pirrusstuff @giddyupbuck @neverevan @exhuastedpigeon

#fuck it friday #wip game #fic: I'm letting go #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz

[ladydorian05]

fuck it if i can't have him!

#I told made-ofmemoris earlier today but I'll repeat it again #I love that most Buddie shippers are also Swifties/like Taylor Swift #buddie #buddieedit

[ladydorian05]

(April 12th 2024)

No medical confirmation or psychological evaluation necessary. The law will be active by the 1st of November this year.

First names can also be changed while changing gender. One all inclusive package with minimum effort.

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It’s, it’s literally the same fucking picture

#hoping #wishing #freaking praying that something happens (other than chimney missing) during the bachelor party!!! #buddie #madney #buddie endgame #911 spoilers

[ladydorian05]

I think too many people are taking what Lou said about the kiss with Eddie “falling through” wrong. No where does he say Ryan refused. He said the plans for it fell through. Meaning the actress who played bucks gf couldn’t come back to film but Eddie’s could. They just went another direction, that does not mean Ryan refused to kiss a man. He’s played gay roles in the past and has never been negative about buddie, if anything he’s embracing it more than ever now. And honestly I think a more long term coming out makes way more sense for Eddie than a random kiss to get him to realize. He’s got so much repression and comphet going on he needs time. I’m not sure just one kiss would do it for him or he would react the same way buck did right away with just accepting who he was. He’s spent years just trying to find a mom for Chris and ignoring everything he’s wanted. This won’t be quick and easy for him.

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sometimes you just have to let yourself be a bit neurodivergent.

i hate going out, it gives me a lot of anxiety and sensory input that i dont like, and i am often forced to talk to people.

so i do this thing on more difficult days, or sometimes just for fun, where i "bring a fictional character with me". i walk and imagine Fictional Character walking next to me. they talk to me, reassure me, hype me up, whatever i need them to do.

today dean winchester came christmas shopping with me. he went over the list with me of stuff i needed to get, told me i was doing a good job every time i finished in a certain shop, reminded me to take a deep breath when i got a little overwhelmed.

and yea. its kinda silly. and i know its just me talking to myself in a different voice, but it Works! especially since all of my special interests/hyperfixations tend to be tv/movie related.

so do what you gotta do to Get Shit Done. stop holding yourself to neurotypical standards. if you need Fictional Character to tell you you're doing a good job, do it! if you need Favourite Singer to walk you to school, do it! yea it might feel silly but you're literally fighting against your own brain to get stuff done every single day. you can have a little self indulgent daydream, as a treat.

#i thought I was crazy #I do this all the time #it also gives me inspo for new fics