wherethefaieare
wherethefaieare
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wherethefaieare2 hours ago
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馃崪馃挀
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Pretty Buck: (3/?)
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Sirius: I know I pull your leg a lot but that鈥檚 just because I love Andy..but I truly do love you, Ted and I think you鈥檙e a great guy
Ted: That was a little gay, Sirius
Sirius: My boyfriend had his tongue down my throat in your living room and you think that鈥檚 gay?
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Dean/Cas + 馃懍
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wherethefaieare2 hours ago
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i really am just obsessed with late seasons dean like he starts wearing black skinny jeans and hand tailoring all his jackets and wearing lip gloss like he's gonna get kissed at any moment like wonder who this could be for gayboy
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Intricate rituals: Cas heals Dean (3/7)
6.19 Mommy Dearest
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wherethefaieare21 hours ago
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dean is so fucking annoying god bless
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wherethefaieare21 hours ago
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This actually makes me so happy 馃槶
i think it鈥檚 very telling that some of the most long-lasting, persevering pieces of media are about the simple truth of humanity being inherently good. so many movies and tv shows today feel like they have to be so dark and intense and depressing, but some of the most beloved pieces of media are just about how people truly want to be kind. they want to help, they want to explore, they want to discover the wonders and beauties of the universe. they鈥檙e about companionship, about friendship and family and every kind of love imaginable. something that so many people have forgotten is that something doesn鈥檛 have to be depressing to be meaningful. sometimes it鈥檚 enough to just remind people that there鈥檚 good in the world, and that people are, at their core, genuinely kind and loving.
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wherethefaieare21 hours ago
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when dean says im gonna go get my gun . so true gunboy. love when you solve problems with gun
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wherethefaieare23 hours ago
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Whumptober No. 11
adrift / drowning / dehydration
Openly watching Eddie as he leans over the pool table is so much better than surreptitiously watching him and hoping he doesn鈥檛 get caught. Buck loves the rosy flush that blooms high on Eddie鈥檚 cheeks when he notices Buck鈥檚 gaze and he loves the way that Eddie fights back, putting his hands on Buck鈥檚 shoulders as he passes needlessly close behind him, brushing his ass with the ghost of a touch that makes Buck instinctively jerk back for more. They鈥檙e each a few drinks in tonight, warm and floaty, circling each other in a way that makes their friends mime gagging and eye-rolling when they鈥檙e sure Buck and Eddie are looking. It鈥檚 perfect.
鈥淥ne more?鈥 Buck asks, chalking up his cue.
鈥淪takes?鈥 Eddie answers.
Setting down the chalk, Buck saunters around the table. His turn to break. He pokes his tongue out over his top lip and pretends to be thinking just to watch Eddie watch him for a minute before answering, 鈥淚f I win鈥 you have to kiss me.鈥
Eddie snorts.
鈥淎nd if you win?鈥
鈥淲hen I win,鈥 Eddie answers, coming closer, coming very close to tuck his chin onto Buck鈥檚 shoulder and whisper in his ear. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l make eggs benedict in the morning.鈥
Pouting, Buck says, 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 want to kiss me if you win?鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e going to kiss me anyway,鈥 Eddie replies. 鈥淎nd I can鈥檛 poach eggs.鈥
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 boil eggs either. Or make toast. Or use a whisk. Or- Buh-buh-buh,鈥 Buck ducks his head and swerves away from Eddie鈥檚 mouth, starting to search along his jaw. 鈥淣ot until you win.鈥
Eddie鈥檚 low voice sends a shiver straight down his spine, 鈥淪o hurry up and break.鈥
Buck is drifting, floating, flying through the evening. He likes drinking like this, leaning into the happy tipsy feeling because he can. Because he鈥檚 going home with Eddie. Because Eddie won the last round of pool and then he kissed Buck so soundly that Buck forgot he lost. He鈥檚 so dreamily happy that it takes him a few minutes to notice when the feeling changes.
He starts floating too high, a balloon with no one holding the string. Buck single-handedly blows the dart game that he and Eddie try to play with Albert and Chimney. Darts fall to the floor over and over and stick into the wall when he does manage to throw them, though Buck was sure he was aiming directly at the board every time.
鈥淗ave one too many there, Buck?鈥 Chim asks and Buck thought the bartender was pouring a little heavy but not like this. He feels like he鈥檚 sweating through his shirt and it鈥檚 enough that Eddie notices and puts a hand to his head.
鈥淵ou good?鈥
Eddie鈥檚 hand is the only thing keeping Buck in his body. He leans into the touch and it鈥檚 like he鈥檚 staring at Eddie from far away. Hearing him from far away. Eddie lets go and Buck wobbles.
鈥淟et鈥檚 get you home,鈥 Eddie says. 鈥淕imme your keys.鈥
His last drink is roiling in his stomach and it takes Buck a second to find his keys and pass them to Eddie. Too many pockets. 鈥淏athroom,鈥 he says. 鈥淚鈥檓 going to puke.鈥濃
鈥淲ant me to go with you?鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 Buck answers, pulling away from Eddie鈥檚 concerned look. Bad enough he鈥檚 stumbling like a drunk high-schooler. He鈥檚 certainly not going to let Eddie hold his hair back while he upchucks. 鈥溾楳 good.鈥
It鈥檚 a long walk to the bathrooms. Buck almost ends up in the kitchens before a helpful waitress redirects him down a dim and narrow hallway at the very back of the bar. The distant, disconnected feeling is stronger here where the music and voices are muffled and Buck puts a hand on the wall to steady himself and to try and hold his grip on the skin of the world. His head follows, pressing against the cool cement and he lingers long enough that Buck forgets what he was supposed to be doing. Forgets how to move.
A strong grip on his arm plucks him away from the wall and Buck teeters helplessly against the pull. 鈥淵ou look like you could use some fresh air,鈥 a stranger says. And he does. Buck needs to feel a cool breeze on his face; he misses the wall already. This hand is tight and unfamiliar and as he tries to squirm away from it, it grips tighter.
鈥淣o, no, no,鈥 the stranger鈥檚 voice chuckles. 鈥淭he door is this way, come on.鈥
Buck lurches. He can鈥檛 feel the floor under his feet. He can鈥檛 really feel his legs either, but they must be moving because there鈥檚 a door at the end of the hallway and it鈥檚 getting closer. Someone鈥檚 seized the string of his balloon and Buck bobs along powerlessly after it.
When the cold air hits his face, it wakes him just a little. Just enough for wrong to scream through his limbs and Buck digs his heels into the ground. He falls forward, knees cracking the cement but he鈥檚 yanked back up again before he can process the pain. Yanked up and shoved against the side of an SUV that鈥檚 waiting, perfectly placed, at a meter on the street.
鈥淣o,鈥 Buck says, struggling, trying to push himself away, but there鈥檚 no power in his arms. The hand seizes the back of his neck, bouncing his head off the window hard enough to make his ears ring and black spots dance in his periphery.
鈥淭ake it easy, baby. I don鈥檛 want you to get hurt.鈥 There鈥檚 a chirp and the back door opens. Buck spills onto the floor and he can鈥檛 even seem to get his hands up to prevent the fall. His brain tries to get his legs to kick, but they barely twitch as they鈥檙e lifted up and folded in with him. The world seems farther away than ever, black and grey and fuzzy, and Buck鈥檚 not tied up but he may as well be. He鈥檚 immobile. Flickering and fading.
鈥淭here you go. Just a short ride now, okay? We鈥檒l go home and get more comfortable.鈥
As the car door slams, Buck thinks he hears a shout from the other side. His name? But it鈥檚 faint and Buck鈥檚 already drifting away.
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wherethefaieare23 hours ago
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It鈥檚 October 19th, which is Dan and Phil day. And yeah, I know we鈥檙e all older now, and no one religiously ships them anymore (thank fucking god for that), but every year on this day I still think about how insane it is that people are capable of loving each other as much as they do. And I don鈥檛 mean that in a creepy phannie way, it鈥檚 not 2015. I just mean that when I think of love, like genuine, ultimate love, I think of them. Every kind of love imaginable, it鈥檚 them. I remember being 12 and deciding I had to believe in love, and soulmates, because it would be stupid of me not to when they were right there. I still believe in soulmates because of them. I think that was one of the reasons they meant so much to us as sad little tweens, so many of us were so alone, and they made us realize that maybe we wouldn鈥檛 always be. A lot of us DID find love like that because of them. It鈥檚 Insane, I鈥檒l never stop being grateful for it.
This is a bit of a ramble, and it doesn鈥檛 really make sense, so I鈥檒l end it here. I just think it鈥檚 crazy how many things two boys meeting 12 years ago created. Regardless of how much I grow and change, Dan and Phil will always play a part in the way I love.
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wherethefaieare23 hours ago
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the most exasperated husband ever 馃檮
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wherethefaieare23 hours ago
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Okay so this the second part of my over-analyzing 2x01.聽
Big disclaimer: This is not a buddie scene, these gifs are from an amazing Hen & Chim scene about the importance of representation for Asian-Americans. This is actually the scene that made me go聽鈥渙h wow, they鈥檝e levelled up the writing in season 2鈥 because not only does Chim get to be the face of the 118 and be the role model for generations of Asian-Americans like he never had growing up, but Hen reinforces the fact that he IS that role model he wants to be, not because he鈥檚 showing pecs and holding a kitty but because he legitimately is a hero who saves lives, who gets little girls back to their families on the worst of days of their lives, and I fucking had tears y鈥檃ll. It was extremely important and I鈥檓 really grateful they did such a good job portraying that narrative beat.
That all said, I was in clown makeup at the time of watching and could not help but notice the absolute bullshit聽happening in the background and so I鈥檝e giffed it to share my misery.聽Because for some reason, I had this impression the Evan聽鈥淟ove Me Anyway鈥 Buckley was the one who couldn鈥檛 keep from touching Eddie and being in his space and Eddie just got roped into it and I鈥檒l say again, I was bamboozled!聽
Look at this shit
1. First of all, Eddie why the fuck are you dancing, you absolute dork?聽
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2.聽Then the camera turns around again to show us Eddie head-to-head leaning into Buck鈥檚聽airspace. Literally his shirt logo disappears is how leaned in he is. Then he leans away, only to scooch聽his ass closer to him. Big smiles all around. So that鈥檚 all just fine.
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3. And only then does Buck lean in, prompting Eddie to lean back in himself.
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In conclusion, I submit that Evan聽鈥淚ntimacy-Starved鈥 Buckley did indeed try to respect normal boundaries for 5 minutes and one Eddie Diaz went聽鈥渘ope, you smiled at me, no take-backs, all bets are off鈥 and set the precedent to there being absolutely no standing room space between them every again.聽
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wherethefaieare4 days ago
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me entering the cinema to see venom 2
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wherethefaieare4 days ago
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Sure, you don't have to watch Venom 2, but where else are you going to see Academy Award nominated and critically acclaimed actor Tom Hardy say "Because I'm a real boy and you're just an amoeba!" with complete conviction in his voice?
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wherethefaieare4 days ago
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Hope they keep letting Tom Hardy do whatever he wants forever
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