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I hope I'm not just a mutual to you, but someone you want to bring up in irl conversation so you have to awkwardly and cryptically say "my friend..." and refuse to elaborate on my origins or the origins of our friendships

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height check. how tall are you people in my phone

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SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY. RIGHT AFTER COWBOY OSTARK PHOTOSHOOT. O-FUCKING-KAY!!!!!

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put your crush in a photo book that you've made monday

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the thing that i find so frustrating about the take that maddie is somehow a bad sister to buck is that i feel like you could only come to this conclusion if you view maddie exclusively in relation to buck and not as a character in her own right. i mean, it's not like anyone ever really asks whether buck is a good brother to maddie. It's only maddie who's scrutinized in this way. you could argue that this is because buck is just a perfect sibling who has never misunderstood maddie, or held things against her that weren't her fault, or given her questionable advice, etc., but that's just demonstrably untrue. take his "you're the one who leaves" speech to her in S03E16. buck essentially blames maddie, not only for "leaving" him while she was trapped in an abusive relationship with a partner who isolated her from her loved ones, but also for "abandoning" their parents (???), something buck also did, and for good reason. and to be clear, i don't think this speech makes buck a bad brother. he was feeling cornered and he lashed out, and while he could've been a lot more understanding of maddie's situation, his feelings of abandonment are understandable. but it seems to me that this kind of empathetic reading of character motivations is only ever applied to buck.

if, for example, maddie were to make an equivalent speech, about how buck couldn't possibly understand what she's feeling because he's never been physically abused or isolated by a partner, the fandom would tear her apart for it. people would be far less willing to extend empathy and understanding to her because they only see her as Buck's Sister and not as her own character. you're saying she's occasionally flawed and imperfect? that her traumatic childhood where she was parentified and forced to pretend her dead brother never existed has an effect on how she treats buck as an adult? that's just normal character stuff. characters that aren't flawed and complicated are boring. but if you only see her as an extension of buck, then her every interaction with him is judged by how well she serves his narrative rather than who she is and what she's going through.

despite the occasional flaws and mistakes, overall, maddie is a fantastic sister. similarly, buck is also sometimes flawed and doesn't always understand where Maddie is coming from but, overall, he's a great brother.

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happy Juneteenth to black fans in fandom specifically 🫶🏿 love yall

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Buck's handwriting versus Eddie's handwriting. 9-1-1, S03E18 vrs S08E17

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Not to discourse on main but far too many of you are equating “having a pussy” with “being a woman,” and conversely, “having a dick” with “being a man.”

This is transphobic. Unequivocal, raging transphobia. It also erases nonbinary people and anyone who identifies outside of that binary. Among other things.

Stop it.

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the VADHOLMA manual

on ao3. buddie, first kiss/getting together, buck pov, IKEA, 656 words <3

Eddie is glowing gold, he's flushed pale pink, he's sparkling and warm and irresistible. He's the only one in Buck's universe, hidden in the little pocket of a kitchen that they're standing in. He's looking up at Buck through his lashes, teasing, with a small smile on his face like he can read Buck's inner dialogue plainly on Buck's face. He probably can.

The thing is that they're in an IKEA.

The thing is that Buck drove them over this morning, that he and Eddie and Chris had breakfast on the second floor together, that Chris begged off to the bedroom section by himself immediately afterwards. That an older gentleman had seen the interaction, caught Buck's eye, nodded and whispered, "it happens so fast, doesn't it?" before wandering away. Which, by the way, that guy doesn't know what he's talking about. Chris is meeting them in the Bistro for hot dogs and froyo in, like, an hour. And anyway, it's not like Buck - like Buck and Chris - like Buck and Eddie - it's not like there's any claim there. So.

So it doesn't really make any sense, when Eddie leans over the counter of the tiny showroom kitchen they're in, warm and homey with an island like the loft used to have, and Buck's neurons go a little fuzzy. The rest of the store fades away, the chatter of hundreds of families disappearing into the background. Eddie's here. Eddie's real. Eddie's not leaving.

Buck's not leaving either. Buck’s picking out new kitchen cabinets, and buying Chris an exorbitantly expensive desk set that Eddie will tut about for at least a year, and he's, um. Moving in. He's already moved in, well, he's been moved in, he's been living with - he's been - at home, and home is - he's getting kind of dizzy.

Eddie's still smiling at him. "What do you think?" He gestures to the island between them, but he doesn't take his eyes off Buck. "That an okay colour for your kitchen?"

"It's your kitchen," Buck swallows.

Eddie shrugs. "Our kitchen."

Buck's on him before he's so much as processed that he wants it. He's pushing Eddie up against the back counter, and the fake brick wall with the stupid wintery windows sways under their weight, but Buck barely even notices. Eddie is warm, he's solid, his lips are soft. He tastes like - Buck's last synapse stops fighting for its life, fizzles out and burns away, easy prey to the miracle that is Eddie Diaz's mouth. Eddie's mouth, kissing him back. Buck’s hands wrap tightly around Eddie's waist, clutching him like he's afraid he'll dissolve, and Eddie’s gasping against Buck's mouth before pushing back and giving as good as he gets.

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes. "Holy - Buck, shit-"

"You - fucking -" Buck's words get lost between Eddie's teeth, and he's senseless, he doesn't even know what he was going to try to say.

"Buck, I'm - we -"

"How - what could - what could possess you," Buck pants into Eddie's neck, and Eddie just huffs a laugh.

"It's your kitchen," Eddie says again, unrepentant.

Buck whines, high and hot, his whole body seconds from writhing with it.

"It's - can I - can it be -" Buck's eyes flutter open. The button on Eddie's chest pocket is loose. Buck wants to rip it out with his teeth.

"It's yours," Eddie whispers. "It's all yours."

"Can I -" Buck can't remember the last time he breathed. "Can I be -"

Eddie's mouth, on his again, and it's already familiar.

"Yours," Eddie delivers it directly to Buck's jugular, straight down his throat.

The fake brick wall behind them collapses.

By the time they make it home, Buck is a good 800 dollars poorer, one family richer, and on the bad side of at least three IKEA employees.

By the time the new kitchen island is fully set up, in their kitchen, in their home, it's covered in - well, Buck probably shouldn't say.

In love. It's covered in love.

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I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997) // I Know What You Did Last Summer (2025)

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plagued by visions of buckandeddie’s little baby poking buck’s birthmark and tugging eddie’s mustache

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911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 2.01 Under Pressure ↝↝ You can have my back any day.

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Happy pride month! I think there needs to be more F/F in this fandom, so please enjoy this extremely explicit fic about Henren playing doctor.

(Surprisingly, I think this is only the 27th fic on AO3 for them that's rated E and doesn't have other tagged couples?)

Originally posted as a response to a prompt from @weewookinkmeme and honestly a little inspired to do this by the excellent recent Henren fic by @glorious-spoon.

Excerpt:

pink like the inside of your

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Experimentally, Hen slides her fingers to the pulse point at Karen’s throat. “Carotid,” she says quietly. Karen feels her pulse speed up and the blood heating her cheeks. Hen presses into her pulse, gentle, just enough to signal that she could tell Karen’s pulse changed. Karen can’t hide it. God, Karen has been calling Hen an human anatomy textbook for weeks, she’s going to get so much shit for this. “You’re into that,” Hen says, not quite a question. “Competence is sexy,” Karen responds, muffled, not quite an answer. “We could lean into it,” Hen says. Karen swallows. Hen traces down the line of her sternum. “Would you like that?” Karen says, clinging to composure, “You want to play doctor.” “Kind of seems like you want me to play doctor,” says Hen. She hovers a fingertip at Karen’s nipple, not touching, waiting. Karen wants her to touch and she knows what to say to make it happen. And in the end—well, it will benefit her, too.

Read on AO3 here.

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every so often the discourse comes around again that basically boils down to “is it feminist for a woman to want men to be attracted to her” and it’s like. no, it’s not. it’s also not anti feminist. it’s not relevant. it’s nothing. a woman wanting to have sex with men has nothing to do with feminism. being a lesbian or celibate is not “more feminist” than being a straight woman. the point was always “women should not have to dress in a way that is attractive to men solely in order to be acknowledged by them at all” not “women should never dress in a way that is attractive to men for any reason.” sometimes a woman wants men to want to have sex with her. that’s not anti feminist. that’s average. it’s also not feminist just because it’s her choice to do it. it is not related. feminism is about women’s human rights. that doesn’t mean it’s a feminist act every time a woman makes a choice.