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it's logic, spock
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semperama · 3 hours ago
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do you um. oh shoot. okay. here we go. um. do you want to be m.y friend.
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semperama · 3 hours ago
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@summerofbuddie 2025 // week seven — the beginning of it all
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semperama · 3 hours ago
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i am whispering this post because i opened an actual document and am writing actual not-chatfic sentences and i don't want to scare them away. @semperama tagged me so here are a few sunday sentences for you guys--
Eddie turns abruptly, swearing under his breath as he storms out of the kitchen, but the sound of the front door slamming shut doesn’t come. Instead, Buck hears it open, and then, “Athena? What—” and takes off, skidding to a stop in the living room just in time to see that yes, she is indeed standing in the doorway, pale and desperate, clutching Eddie’s forearm for support. All traces of anger are gone from Eddie’s face, replaced with an intensity and concern that Buck knows is mirrored in his own expression. “What are you doing here?” He blurts out, pulse kicking right back up from when Eddie’d pinned him to the fridge with a finger pointed in his face.  “Bobby’s alive,” she says. Her voice is ragged, hoarse, like she’s been screaming and crying for hours. “He’s alive.”
tagging @redrosydiaz @doeeyeseddie and @lamardeuse!
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semperama · 5 hours ago
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the way i will not be watching the Nashville crossover episode lmfao. if buck does anything fun I'll find out through gifs
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semperama · 5 hours ago
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I will accept Buck going to Nashville only if it's because he moved out of Eddie's house, but that's still not enough, because they still see each other all the time at work, and Eddie's trying to get him to come over like every night, because he resents that Buck left in the first place, and Buck is trying to put distance between them, but he sucks at saying no to Eddie, and it feels like his heart is breaking every day, so he does something he never does and takes a bunch of vacation time, because he needs some distance, and it feels like the only way he's really going to get it is if he leaves the city, the state, puts thousands of miles between them.
...But then Eddie keeps FaceTiming him.
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semperama · 6 hours ago
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Oliver’s new story - seems to confirm a crossover with OG.
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semperama · 7 hours ago
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simply 'cause i do
buddie, 18.6k, rating: E
There’s a sudden warmth, the feel of soft familiar cotton over his bare shoulders, the ghost of fingers on his skin, in his hair. Reality interweaves with dream, and if this is a dream, he’d happily sleep forever. Then a voice, closer to his head than makes sense in his sleep-muddled brain. Softly, it whispers, “I love you.”
or: Buck dreams of Eddie confessing. They're definitely just dreams, until they aren't.
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semperama · 7 hours ago
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if it brings me to my knees
buddie | E | 7.5k (so far)
or, the fleabag au.
chapter 1/6: "This is a love story."
“Really, Maddie. It’s just lipstick,” she turns to the man on Buck’s left. “It’s not like I’m going to go to Hell for using some lipstick, right, Father?” “No,” He chuckles awkwardly, “I’d think not.”  Oh. He’s their priest then. Their young, hot priest.  He raises his glass and says, “It’s an honor to be marrying–or, well, remarrying–you two,” then takes a hefty gulp of champagne. Okay. Their young, hot, cool, priest.
read on ao3
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semperama · 8 hours ago
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6.16
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semperama · 11 hours ago
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A few choice words can sometimes be the life raft that gets you home. To be seen… to be found… isn't that what we're all searching for?
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semperama · 12 hours ago
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Erin. I wanna try and write the fic. Where Eddie tells him. Because the angst. Oof. Yes.
Yesss you should do it!! And when you post it you should tell me so I can read it!!
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semperama · 20 hours ago
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vanzini (sky sport Italy) commenting charles' pole position:
Leclerc crosses the finish line and it's POLEE! And it's POLEEE! And it's POLE POSITION at the moment for Leclerc.
The time is ticking: 12, 13, 14, 15...And Norris stays behind Leclerc, he's third, behind even Piastri. Oscar Piastri crosses the finish line and is second.
IT'S POLE POSITION! POLE POSITION! POLE POSITION FOR CHARLES LECLERC!
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semperama · 20 hours ago
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semperama · 20 hours ago
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even after bobby died buck was willing to let eddie go again no matter how bad he hated it um. 😃 hey lets all jump
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semperama · 20 hours ago
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Having a lot of feelings about "This is Eddie's house. I'm not really a guest." Buck, who was never at home as a child, who wanted to leave as soon as he could and wanted his sister to come with him. Who left and roamed the planet as soon as Maddie severed the only thing that tied him to a place. Who latched on to the one guy who seemed to want him around and followed him to LA. Who found a new family there. Who felt briefly threatened by the new guy, until the new guy offered him partnership, then offered up his child, then offered up his trust even when Buck thought he'd lost it, shattered it, didn't deserve it. Buck never had a home from the moment he was born, but he was searching for home in people, and he traveled all over looking for it, literally thousands of miles, years and years, of searching. And then Eddie comes along, and his sister, who is the only home he's really ever known up to this point, is standing there telling him to act right, he's a guest. But no, "This is Eddie's house, I'm not really a guest."
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semperama · 1 day ago
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simply 'cause i do
buddie, 18.6k, rating: E
There’s a sudden warmth, the feel of soft familiar cotton over his bare shoulders, the ghost of fingers on his skin, in his hair. Reality interweaves with dream, and if this is a dream, he’d happily sleep forever. Then a voice, closer to his head than makes sense in his sleep-muddled brain. Softly, it whispers, “I love you.”
or: Buck dreams of Eddie confessing. They're definitely just dreams, until they aren't.
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semperama · 1 day ago
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Soft kisses💞 #buddie
This art was commissioned by @/pupperbuck in Twitter. Hope you like them!!😚💗
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Commissions are opened!! Dm me if interested 😙!
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