have now seen multiple posts abt cancelling streaming subscriptions in support of iatse, but also have seen multiple posts with conflicting information about when to cancel them, how long to cancel them, which sites specifically, etc etc
now, i am not an iatse member (fingers crossed for the future tho lol), but it sorta... didn't seem like the ppl making those posts were either. the lack of unity in the message, among other things.
so i looked up the iatse strike and specifically for announcements and news articles wrt cancelling streaming subscriptions:
hey look at that, they have a toolkit
as of right now (round about 12:30 am est, 10/15/21) the main action they are asking for is to sign the petition. also, to actively spread the word and show support on social media (seems mainly angled toward twitter so may not be usable here but still good to have, and oh look they also have a twitter where you can keep up with the latest news, like the bullshit happening in response to the strike)
does this mean don't cancel any of your subscriptions? not necessarily! some iatse members, independently, have decided to cancel their own subscriptions, so you're most likely not hurting the movement if you do, and you might even help! (might i suggest making it very clear to the website you're cancelling your subscription to about why you are cancelling it? fill out the 'why are you leaving us' questionnaire. send an email. that is only a suggestion as an individual tho, again this is not something the union has requested, this is mostly me being paranoid bcos u kno how companies like to come up with reasons they lost membership lol.)
but mmmmmaybe uh. maybe prioritize the things the union has asked people to do. bcos most of those posts i saw didn't even mention the petition, and not one linked to the official iatse toolkit with the like, official hashtags they're using to draw attention to this.
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Eddie Diaz in 9-1-1 5.04 Home and Away
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it’s kinktober and still a disturbing lack of bottom eddie do i have to do everything myself and write 31 bottom eddie fics…. ok challenge accepted
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tumblr ate the first write up of this and i’m mad about it but this is still hella cute if i do say so myself. because @hoechlder is the worst and knew exactly what her tags were doing on this gifset. I SEE YOU. anyway the title is hilarious, don’t @ me.
ice ice baby
eddie/buck, soft soft fucking soft
“Ice goes on the eye, buddy,” Eddie says.
Buck sighs, dutifully lifting the bag of ice to his eye. He flinches, but slides it against the bruise. “S’cold.”
“It’s ice,” Eddie says, grinning when Buck gives him a look.
Predictably, it doesn’t take long for Buck to shift the conversation into something else, but Eddie’s looking for it and a few minutes into Buck’s plans for the weekend and where they’re taking Chris, the bag of ice is dropped against Buck’s knee.
“Buck,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. He slides his beer amongst the empties already on the small table. He steps between Buck’s legs, taking the ice out of his hand. “It won’t heal if you don’t keep it there.”
“I know,” Buck bites out. Up close, his eye looks angrier, red thickening into a dark purple and Eddie winces on his behalf. He picks up the bag of ice and presses it to Buck’s eye, free hand resting at the nape of Buck’s neck. Buck hisses, tries to move away from the ice; Eddie’s grip is gentle but firm, and though Buck grits his teeth, he stays. “It hurts.”
Eddie nods. “I know.”
The silence between them feels heavy and thick with something Eddie can’t name. Buck’s mouth is parted, and Eddie can see his throat bob, words dying on his tongue before he can say anything. When Buck moves, the beer bottle clinks against the others, the sound loud against the silence between them.
Buck’s eyes are bright and blue against the red of his bruise, the birthmark still visible between the pinks, reds, and purples. The silence stretches, settles around Eddie like a comfortable blanket, and he moves his hand, fingers sliding to the side of Buck’s neck, then up to his cheek. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he doesn’t want to stop, not with the way Buck’s watching him, waiting. Eddie’s thumb is pressed to the warm, smooth skin under Buck’s right eye. It heats a little more as Buck flushes, but Eddie doesn’t stop.
“Eddie,” Buck says softly, his name carrying easily on the small balcony.
A hand rests against Eddie’s hip, fingers sliding up and under his dress shirt. Buck’s breath hitches and the fingers of his free hand wrap around Eddie’s arm, Buck’s cheek turning into his wrist. It’s soft and intimate, and Eddie lets out a slow breath, feels good and happy for the first time in so long. His fingers move to Buck’s hair, stroking gently through thick strands.
Buck tips forward, the right side of his face turned awkwardly into Eddie’s stomach until Eddie moves gently, keeping the ice against Buck’s face as he manages to find a comfortable way for Buck to lean against him. He resumes stroking Buck’s hair with soft, soothing motions. “You’re so good, Evan.”
“It doesn’t feel like enough,” Buck says, the words almost muffled against Eddie’s stomach.
Eddie crouches down, the bag of ice dripping against the floor as it lowers. “Hey,” he says, lifting Buck’s chin when he tries to look away. “Sometimes it won’t be, but that’s not on you. You’re more than enough and if someone can’t see that, then they’re dumb.”
Buck stares at him, apprehension flicking across his face. “Do you see it?”
“I see all of you,” Eddie says without hesitation.
“Eddie,” Buck says and Eddie pushes up, fingers once again on the back of Buck’s neck. Their lips meet, Buck’s hand fisting in the front of Eddie’s shirt. The kiss turns hot, perfect, and when they part, Buck’s lips are curved into a smile.
Eddie meets it with one of his own.
“What?” Eddie asks, feeling his chest tighten in a way that has nothing to do with panic at the way Buck looks at him, sees him.
Buck grins, lifting Eddie’s hand still wrapped around the bag of ice. “Ice goes on the eye.”
Eddie barks a laugh, but dutifully presses the ice back to Buck’s eye. He leans forward for another kiss, and Buck meets him halfway.
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Buck was literally like “Eddie, I’m injured. Can you come fix it? 🥺”
And Eddie said, “Yeah, let me just change into my date clothes first. Be right there, babe”
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JEREMY SHADA as REGGIE PETERS in JULIE & THE PHANTOMS: SEASON 1
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‘i guess this is your mess now’ vs ‘you’re the guy who likes to fix things’
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💥EXPLOSION BOI 💥AND GUY WHO LIKES TO EAT HAIR 🤨REPORTING FOR DUTY
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loving the avatar renaissance because it means I get to make memes again
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why is eddie’s voice so soft on that balcony fucking stop
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your faith just won’t die
eddie/buck, 5x04 spoilers
Warzones are my thing.
The words carry him through most of his life.
Home was a warzone of its own; minefields of his father’s temper, a constant litany of men don’t-, and his sisters screaming with their mother. Eddie learns where to tread to stay safe, to stay under the radar.
(Then, with Christopher and Eddie’s choices, it stays a warzone and Eddie doesn’t know how what to do or to say that won’t make the danger continue, a constant itch under his skin he can’t shed.)
Life with Shannon never stopped being a warzone right up until she died. A mess he helped build, and one he couldn’t negotiate a surrender for no matter how many times he tried, and god does he try.
(He desperately wants to make peace, for Christopher, and for Shannon, but he never thinks about what he wants, what he needs.)
Afghanistan is the literal warzone. It’s thick with sand, gunfire, and the smell of blood and dirt, cloying and difficult to shed. Eddie wears his time there like a shroud, something he can’t shake but he can bury, shoving it deep in the recesses of his mind because he just can’t.
(It carries with him into the 118, I’m an army medic always on the back of his tongue like a mantra, a reminder, a phantom he can’t rid himself of.)
The 118, LA, isn’t a warzone until someone makes it one. Until a bullet digs its way through skin, muscle, and bone, blood - his blood - covering Buck’s face, Eddie’s uniform, the tarmac. Eddie feels uncomfortable in his own skin, tries not to jump at random sounds, look over his shoulder every second. He doesn’t want this to be another weight dragging him down.
(PTSD, Buck says.
Warzones are my thing, Eddie says, but never you’re wrong.)
Warzones are Eddie’s thing because that’s all he knows.
The peace Ana brings, the comfort and smiles and happiness she tries to fill his life with feels alien and uncomfortable, a family he can hold and keep if he just reaches for it. It’s what he should want for himself, a sense of peace he’s always wondered if he’s allowed.
Warzones are my thing.
The breakup is messy in ways Eddie doesn’t forsee, but it’s easy, almost too easy, but between one day and the next she’s gone behind a quietly closing door.
Chris says, okay when Eddie tells him, but he’s not upset.
Warzones are my thing.
Except Chris isn’t a warzone, he’s never been a warzone. He’s the tiny slice of peace that Eddie’s managed to carve for himself. Keeping Chris safe, making sure he’s happy, cultivating his world into something that doesn’t resemble the constant battle Eddie’s made for his own life.
Warzones are my thing.
Except Buck isn’t a warzone.
“You’re the guy who likes to fix things,” Eddie says, and it’s a plea he doesn’t understand. “Maybe she needs taking care of.”
Eddie’s never been cared for, let himself be cared for. He lives in a warzone, a constant battle to be better, to be somebody worthy of Christopher, to make his mother’s words (don’t drag him down with you) stop ringing in his ears.
Warzones are my thing.
Means something different when
Buck saves his son-
Buck digs into dirt because of Eddie-
Buck rolls under a truck, holds Eddie together and begs I need you to hang on-
Eddie hangs on because it’s what he does; I’ll always come back to my family.
“Warzones are my thing,” Eddie repeats, when Buck’s right there, black eye turned yellow, a bruise that Eddie wants to make better, to take away.
“They don’t have to be,” Buck says, asks, begs. He steps into Eddie’s space, into the dirt and smoke and war. Eddie’s heart feels like its own drumbeat of apprehension but he doesn’t know why. “You deserve peace.”
“I don’t,” Eddie whispers.
The only peace he knows is Christopher, Buck.
Buck looks devastated. He touches Eddie’s shoulder, his neck. “Why?”
The words bring Eddie up short; he stares, feels a cold shiver run down his spine. The words, “they’re all I know,” tumble from his mouth before he can stop them.
“They don’t have to be,” Buck says again. “Not with Chris. Not with, with me.”
Eddie desperately wants that to be true. “Buck-”
“This isn’t me fixing you,” Buck says.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.
Eddie doesn’t think he needs fixing. “I just want to feel safe,” he admits.
“Am I safe?” Buck’s fingers twitch against Eddie’s neck and Eddie remembers Buck talking about safe spaces and hanging out at Eddie’s house, making Eddie’s house his in ways Eddie can’t even describe.
“Always,” Eddie whispers, and lets Buck kiss his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his mouth.
Buck’s lips brush against his forehead. It’s a peace of its own kind.
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CHIMNEY HAN and HEN WILSON in 5.04 HOME AND AWAY
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just punch me in the face with eddie asking for help without actually knowing he’s asking for help?
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