#JEE Practice Questions

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✅ Check Point 02: Complex Numbers Questions Practice – JEE Main ke liye Full Concept Recap

Hello JEE Aspirants!Aaj ke is blog mein hum cover kar rahe hain Complex Numbers ke sabhi important topics through 18 conceptual questions. Agar aap JEE Main ya Class 11 Maths padh rahe ho, to yeh ek perfect revision aur practice checkpoint hai. Hum basic se lekar advanced tak sab kuch revise karenge practical examples ke through. Conjugate of a Complex NumberAgar koi complex number z = a + ib…

[edusquaremaths]

✅ Check Point 02: Complex Numbers Questions Practice – JEE Main ke liye Full Concept Recap

Hello JEE Aspirants!Aaj ke is blog mein hum cover kar rahe hain Complex Numbers ke sabhi important topics through 18 conceptual questions. Agar aap JEE Main ya Class 11 Maths padh rahe ho, to yeh ek perfect revision aur practice checkpoint hai. Hum basic se lekar advanced tak sab kuch revise karenge practical examples ke through. Conjugate of a Complex NumberAgar koi complex number z = a + ib…

[eddiazx]

buck's baby fever - evan buckley x reader 

(bc this man would definitely have a breeding kink.)

You almost regret it the second it comes out of your mouth. 

Six words. A singular question. 

Every part of your body aches. You’ve forgotten what the outside of your apartment looks like, and you’re sure you’re dehydrated from the amount of sweat transpired in the past three hours. 

Should we try for a baby? 

You had asked the question after your brain had supplied a sweet montage of Buck with the children of your entourage. Baking with Jee, zoo trips with Chris, tossing a baseball around with Denny, playing video games with Harry, and knowing fun facts of the tv show that Mara was obsessed with were just a few examples. Buck was so good with kids, and you had no doubt that he would be an exceptional father. 

So it shouldn’t have surprised you that Buck had reacted to your question by practically pouncing on you. The two of you have had sex on practically every surface of the loft, in every position you can possibly think of, since the question had been asked. You were both currently on the bed, breathing heavily after what was either your 9th or 19th round. 

Buck leans in to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth, and before he can do anything further, you push his chest playfully. “Get away from me. I’ve created a monster.” You joke.

Buck laughs loudly, eyes and nose scrunched up beautifully. “The answer is yes, by the way.”

“Really.” You deadpan. “I couldn’t tell.” 

“You know,” you continue, “I’m still on birth control. We’re not making a baby today.”

You’re responded with Buck’s fingers trailing down your bare body, dipping between your legs to collect his and your mixed releases. You shiver pleasantly and happily open your mouth to welcome those fingers in when he taps them on your lips. “Maybe. It doesn’t mean we can’t have fun practicing though.” 

[buckleysloaf]

Chimney discovers a recipe for making Buck do whatever he wants him to do. Only 3 ingredients are needed: a daughter, a pilot and a toy.

He discovers it by accident when Buck and Tommy come over for dinner one day. And it’s a special “I need something and only you can help me” kind of dinner. So they go all out making Buck’s favorite foods hoping that he’d agree to babysit Jee-Yun for a few days while they go away on a shortest, tiniest vacation.

The dinner is over and it’s now or never. Chimney asks Jee-Yun to show Tommy her new toy helicopter while ‘Mommy and Daddy talk to uncle Buck’.

They start off by saying how much Jee-Yun loves him and how great it would be for her to spend so much time with her favorite uncle. And Buck just says “yes”, no hesitation, no questions, not needing them to convince him. That’s when Chimney realizes that Buck didn’t even look at them once, his eyes were fixed on his boyfriend playing with his niece the entire time.

A theory starts forming in his head, because Buck agreed way too easily. Of course, it could be because Buck loves Jee-Yun and his daughter is an angel (most of the time anyway), but his heart tells him it’s not it.

So, Chimney sets out to prove his newfound theory.

At Bobby and Athena’s house he ask Jee-Yun to go up to uncle Buck and Tommy and ask Tommy to give her a piggyback ride. Meanwhile Chimney asks Buck to take over his firehouse quarters’ cleaning duties next shift. Buck agrees.

At the Wilsons’ house Buck agrees to loan Chimney his precious car for a week.

At his house Buck agrees to name his firstborn child Howard.

At the firehouse team and family party Chimney and Maddie once again find themselves asking Buck to babysit Jee-Yun for a couple of days. Buck agrees, looking at them this time, a dreamy look in his eyes. He says he and Tommy love having her around. And they could use the practice.

Maddie jumps up in her seat and asks Buck if he’s thinking about starting a family with Tommy.

Buck shows her his left hand, his ring finger no longer empty. “We already have,” he says, “Asked each other last night.”

Tommy comes over with Jee-Yun on his shoulders, laughing and shrieking “Uncle Tommy” while he tickles her feet.

He sees the stunned expressions on his future in-laws’ faces and Buck twirling his ring, smiling wide.

Tommy laughs, connecting the dots. He sets Jee-Yun down. He grabs Buck’s hand and sits down next to him.

“Maddie and Chim are asking us to babysit Jee-Yun next week,” Buck says happily. “I said sure.”

“Seeing me and her worked like a charm again, huh?” Tommy laughs again while Buck shrugs his shoulders.

Tommy looks at Chimney and Maddie and says, “We’d be happy to,” and adds after a moment, “By the way, Howie. We’re not naming our first child Howard, I’m sorry.”

[alchemistc]

for the intimacy prompts, it's buck & tommy so of course gotta go with #7 kissing scars or #50 patching up a wound or whichever other prompt sparks joy for u <3

Buck's late. Holy shit he is so late. He'd promised Maddie he'd be at the house like, half an hour ago, but he'd gotten caught up in a conversation with Jana from B shift on his way out the door and it'd been just enough time to cause an extra half hour backup on the highway that had clogged up all his usual back road routes, too.

With this in mind, he's rushing as he parks the Jeep, barely paying any attention as he shoves his door closed and practically sprints up the walkway.

And of course, of course, he's jittery, rushing, so it takes him three tries to get the key in the lock, and by the time he swings the door open with apologies on his lips, he sort of wants the floor to just swallow him up.

There's no Maddie. There's no Maddie or Chim, who would definitely be standing in the entryway giving him shit for somehow ending their shifts at the same time and still managing to be late.

All there is is the faint sound of voices coming from down the hallway, so he follows those until he catches the light leaking out from the open door of the bathroom.

As he nears, the voices become a little clearer. Jee says something, too soft for Buck to catch, a little strain in her voice he's vaguely concerned about until the other voice responds, in a familiar cadence that has Buck stopping dead in his tracks for half a heartbeat before he remembers - crap, he'd invited Tommy over, too, when it became clear it was the only 'free' night they'd have for like, six days, and now not only is he late to babysit his own niece but he's left Tommy the task of sending Maddie and Chim off on their date.

Buck ignores the little skip of his heartbeat at the idea that Maddie and Chim had felt comfortable just ... leaving Jee in Tommy's hands. That's a dumb train of thought - Chim knows Tommy, and Maddie hasn't made a secret of how much she likes Tommy, too, there's no reason to get gooey about it.

"...and viola!" comes Tommy's exclamation, and in the bathroom, Jee giggles. He must be making a face, or doing some gesturing. Jee's a little obsessed with Tommy, still, just as enchanted as Buck by the way his focus is always so intent when she's telling him something, by the way he's always got a follow up question, by the way he's not remotely afraid to dissolve into giggles with her.

"Now you!" Jee exclaims, and Buck knocks on the doorframe, tilts his head in to get the scope of things. Jee's up on the counter, legs kicking, a bright orange bandage on her knee and the box in her hand being brandished in Tommy's face where he's kneeling on the bathroom floor. There's a tube of Neosporin open next to her, and some bloody paper towels in the trash, but Tommy and Jee both glance up at him with smiles on their faces.

"Hi Jee," Buck says, and Jee waves, in that weird age where she'll be talking a mile a minute and then go completely mute for like twenty minutes until she's had time to process something. She kicks at the cabinet below her and shakes the box of Band-Aids at Tommy's head, and Buck gets the message. "Hi, Tommy."

Something soft and quiet passes between them. Buck's trying to be cool about this relationship, but there are times where the comparisons start to rattle around in his brain, a bit, and he's - it's never felt like this. He can't imagine Chim and Maddie even feeling comfortable enough to leave Jee alone with Natalia or Taylor, let alone actually asking them to join him for an evening of Bluey and hotdog Mac and Cheese. And it's - maybe he's just older, more settled in his bones. Maybe the secret sauce is those relationships not working out, so that Buck knew exactly what he was looking for, and what he wasn't. He's grateful for that, but mostly he thinks it's just Tommy - how steady he is, how grounded, how one look from Tommy can ease a days worth of worries crawling under Buck's skin.

"Sixty words a minute for the last forty-five and suddenly you don't wanna talk to your Uncle Buck?" Tommy teases, massive hand curling around the bottom of Jee's foot to shake her leg, and Jee giggles and ducks, arms crossing and head shaking 'no' as she presses her heel into Tommy's palm and nearly launches herself into the mirror behind her. Buck slides a hand behind her head to steady her - clearly she's a little accident prone today, and he's not particularly in the mood for a visit to the hospital this evening.

The movement brings him close enough for Tommy to touch, and he wraps his free hand around Buck's calf, squeezing for a moment before he uses it as leverage to lift himself off the bathroom floor. This bathroom isn't nearly large enough for two grown ass men standing shoulder to shoulder, they barely fit toe to toe.

"Hi," Buck says, when Tommy comes level with him, chests brushing and a familiar fond look in his eye.

"Hi," he repeats, grin going wide, and next to them Jee squirms and grabs at both their arms.

"No kiss!"

Buck tilts his head, and Tommy mirrors it, brow raised. "You heard the lady," he admonishes in a wry tone when Buck's gaze darts immediately for his lips.

This doesn't seem to satisfy Jee-Yun, who leans forward to smack at Tommy's wrist. "No, kiss!"

The change in tone is enough for both of them to glance down at her. She's pointing at her bandaged knee, which makes a lot more sense. Shed spent the last 118 barbeque demanding every couple in her immediate eyeline kiss for her entertainment, like an extremely cute fork against a champagne glass.

Buck's not thinking about weddings, though. He's not.

(He absolutely is, but at least he and Tommy have, like, talked about it. In vague hypotheticals, but... still.)

Jee slaps her knee for emphasis.

Clearly whatever she did hadn't injured her too badly, but there is a rule. You bandage something, you gotta kiss it better.

Tommy eyes the distance back to the floor like he's eighty years old, not a fit forty, so Buck makes it easier on all of them by squeezing in and swinging Jee over his shoulders, her legs fucking pinwheeling enough to force Tommy to duck as her breathless giggles fill the echoing tiles of the bathroom. Settled onto Buck's shoulders, Jee digs her fingers into Buck's hair, and Tommy leans in and makes an exaggerated smacking noise as he presses his lips to her bandage.

She shifts her weight, pleased, and tugs hard on Buck's ear. "Okay, now kiss," she demands, and Tommy snorts with laughter as he leans in.

[ivegotyourbackbuddie]

The Wrong Buckley. Part Six of Six. Ao3 Link. Part One. Two. Three. Four. Five. FINISHED

“Your clothes better be-”

Chimney’s words die when he sees Maddie and Eddie in bed, and it’s… quite a sight.

Eddie is cradling a half-empty glass of wine propped up on Maddie’s stomach, eyes tired and damp, the muscles in his face tight as if he’s longing to put his fist through the nearest wall. Maddie is doing her best to comfort him, cradling his head to her chest as she runs a hand through his hair. It’s the exact thing she does whenever she comforts Jee after a particularly bad day or nightmare. Buck’s eyes glance toward the TV.

Chimney asks what Buck is thinking, “Is that Bluey?”

Maddie sighs and pauses the episode. “Apartment hunting went that well?”

Chimney glances toward Buck, obviously conflicted about confronting them when they’re not exactly doing anything too suspicious. Buck glances down at the covers they’re under, wondering if they’re just fast changers and good actors. Or maybe this is Maddie’s way of comforting Eddie after rejecting his booty call.

Either way, he needs to be strong for Chimney. He gets right to the point. “We know about your affair.”

Maddie looks blankly at Buck, then gives Chimney a look of complete disbelief. Eddie rolls his eyes and puts his glass on the side table. “Buck-”

“No!” Buck says, holding his hand up. “Stop with the lies, Eddie. I know. I know about the brunch dates, the secret pictures, the birthday wish, the love confession after your wine night and in the mirror, and the fact you’ve been trying to hide this from me!” He takes a quick glance to his left, Leo coming to mind as he stutters out, “A-And Chimney.”

“The what?” Maddie asks, sounding genuinely baffled.

Buck groans, looking toward Chim for support, only to find him eyeing Buck suspiciously, as if he’s made this all up! Buck widens his eyes at him, trying to get his support, but Chimney crosses his arms and takes a step back, taking in the scene before him as if he’s just a spectator in this whole thing.

Buck takes a deep breath and looks back at the pair staring at him, looking more confused than confronted. But a quick glance at the picture of Jee on the nightstand reminds him why this all matters. “Think of the kids, guys. Jee, my unborn nephew, and Chris–”

“Okay, no one is having an affair,” Maddie says, gesturing to her stomach as if that is an automatic excuse.

Buck shakes his head, staring at his sister, trying to get through to her as he gestures to Eddie. “You’re saying that you’re really not in love with Eddie?” The question sounds a bit more surprised than accusatory.

“Yes, Buck,” Maddie states firmly. “I’m not in love with Eddie because I happen to be in love with Chimney, you know, my husband.”

Chimney’s chest puffs out a little bit at the statement, but Buck ignores him to look at Eddie.

“And you–”

Eddie shakes his head, taking the covers off his sweatpants-clad legs. “We’re not doing this here.”

“Yes, we are,” Buck says through his teeth.

“No, we’re going home. Right now.”

The way he says it sends a jolt of electricity down Buck’s spine that he tries to ignore. “See, you’re avoiding it because you are.”

“I’m not!” Eddie practically yells, arms wide.

Buck points at him angrily. “We have a no lying rule, Edmundo.”

Eddie straightens up, arms crossing as his tone and volume drop, taking a step forward. “We do. And you know why that is? Because I fucked up. I fucked up my kid so bad that he had to flee the state and run eight hundred miles away from me and let my parents play their fucked up version of house that literally made him sick. All because I lied to him.” He points an accusatory finger at him. “I just got him back, and you think I would do something that would risk destroying everything we have now?”

He makes a good point, but Buck knows what he’s seen. “Maybe for Maddie, you would.”

Eddie’s finger curls back into a fist as he takes in a deep breath. He lets his fingers open as he exhales. “Why are you doing this, Buck?”

“Because I’m trying to fix this before it can ruin what we’ve created – what you’ve created – with Chris.” Before Eddie can argue, Buck explains, “I saw the text messages, Eddie. How you’re thankful I don’t know about this, that I was onto you, and how you hate sharing the bed with me.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “You went through my messages?”

“You were passed out.”

“And that’s supposed to make it better?”

Buck folds in on himself.

“Dios, Buck,” Eddie breathes out, shaking his head. “You got it all wrong.”

“How?” Buck asks, exasperated. “How can this be anything other than you being in love with Maddie?”

“Because I’m gay,” Eddie chokes out.

Buck’s heart stops.

It takes longer than three minutes and seventeen seconds for it to start again as the whole world comes to a halt.

“Oh my god,” Chimney whispers as if realizing something, reminding Buck that they aren’t the only two in the room.

Buck blinks once, then twice. He shakes his head.

“No, you’re in love with Maddie.”

Eddie stares at him, his brown eyes beyond hurt, but he doesn’t say a word. He just shakes his head and scoffs, a humorless, silent laugh, before he grabs his keys and wallet from the side table, walking past Buck and out of the room.

Buck glances up at Maddie who looks angry on behalf of her friend but disappointed as Buck’s sister. We don’t hurt our friends, Buck can practically hear her say.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out as he turns around, following Eddie, catching up to him quickly as he puts his shoes on by the door.

“Eddie…”

Eddie holds up a finger to him – surprisingly, his pointer finger and not the middle one.

Buck takes the hint and shuts his mouth.

When Eddie is done tying his shoes, he looks right at him. “I’ll see you at the house.”

Buck tries not to focus on the way he says the house instead of our house. “Eddie, you’ve been drinking, let me drive you back.”

“I’ll get an Uber.”

Buck’s jaw tenses, but he takes the hint. He nods once. “Venmo request me the amount.”

Eddie just stares at him.

Buck tests his luck and asks, “Can I wait until it gets here?”

Based on the way Eddie’s eyes try to burn a hole through his head, Buck’s going to take that as a no. He clears his throat. “I’ll, uh, see you at home.” He doesn’t waste time leaving, afraid that it’s Eddie’s turn to maim him, not that he wouldn’t deserve it.

He drives home in silence, not even beginning to process what has happened.

When he gets to the house, he checks Eddie’s location to see if the Uber has picked him up yet, but he finds that he’s already been dropped off somewhere. Bobby’s house.

He wonders if Maddie drove him there.

Buck heads straight to the kitchen and starts baking just about anything that he has the ingredients for when he finally lets himself think of everything that went down with Eddie.

Eddie, who is not straight.

Unless that was just a lie to cover the affair.

Buck shakes his head, and, for the first time since he’s been made aware of this friendship, he takes Eddie at his word.

He goes back to Maddie’s birthday, thinking about the thing Eddie wasn’t ready to tell him that Maddie was pushing him to say. And Maddie, being Buck’s sister, would know how hard Buck would take it if Eddie came out to her first instead of him. She was just delaying the inevitable crash out Buck would have, especially since Eddie had apparently drunkenly come out to her months ago.

He thinks about their messages and how Eddie needed to tell Chris first. How he didn’t want to tell his parents about what Buck thought was an affair when really…

He sighs and puts his head in his flour covered hands. He has to be the worst friend in the entire world to have forced Eddie to come out when he wasn’t ready.

Oh fuck, so that’s what Eddie wanted to talk to him about tonight. So, maybe he was ready, but… that’s no excuse for how it happened. Especially compared to how Buck had come out to him and was met with a hug and reassurance that it would change nothing between them

And now Buck has to live with the fact that when Eddie came out, he told him he wasn’t gay because he was actually in love with his sister.

It’s all a mess.

He glances in the direction of their bedroom, wondering if he really needs to go apartment hunting now. God, he’s going to miss waking up in Eddie’s arms every morning.

Wait. Eddie had panicked about sharing the bed with Buck. He also had to lock himself in the bathroom to get away from massaging Buck. Plus, Maddie had told Eddie not to tell Buck he’s gay, after seeing right through Buck’s poor excuses as to why he couldn’t be in love with Eddie.

It all makes sense now.

Eddie’s gay, but he doesn’t have feelings for him.

It explains why he’s been waiting to tell him. Clearly, it would be hard to continue living in their cozy, domestic world that has teetered on the not-so-platonic side after Eddie came out. They live in each other’s bubble more often than not, and although Buck being bi didn’t change anything… Eddie being gay does.

How hard would it have been for Eddie to explain to Buck that he doesn’t want him to misinterpret his actions, that even though they could be seen as romantic, it would never work out, not because he’s straight, but because he just doesn’t feel that way about Buck?

It all adds another layer to the complexity surrounding Eddie coming out, which, once again, Buck is reminded that he’s added to even more.

He digs around his spice cabinet, trying to find his natural food dyes.

Buck shakes his head and closes it. He’s pretty sure a six-layer rainbow cake would result in a justifiable punch in the face or eviction notice. So, he grabs the bag of flour and stares at it, wondering if he has enough to make a batch of those scones Eddie liked.

It’s going to take more than baked goods to fix this, but Buck has to start somewhere.

At some point mid baking spiral, the front door opens and closes. Buck jumps.

In a few hours, he only managed to get two different trays of muffins, a pan of brownies, and the scones in the oven, and he’s certain that it isn’t enough.

Maybe he should’ve started making bread instead.

Jesus, what he should’ve done is think about what he’s going to say to Eddie.

“I hope you don’t expect me to help clean this up.”

Buck startles again, turning away from the flour covered counter to look at Eddie. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, face carefully neutral.

Buck wipes his hands against his apron anxiously. “You’re back.”

“Had to make a stop.”

“At Bobby’s,” Buck fills in.

Eddie’s brow furrows, lips pursing as he stares at him. “You’ve been watching my location.” It’s a statement more than a question, so Buck doesn’t try to deny it. Eddie sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus, Buck. My messages and now my location.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Buck retorts. He may have gone about it wrong, but his heart was in the right place.

“I know,” Eddie replies, surprisingly calm. He takes a few steps into the kitchen, pausing at the table and glancing down at the various bowls. He takes a swipe at the leftover brownie batter and lifts a finger to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste it.

“There’s also muffins and scones in the oven,” Buck says dumbly, mesmerized by the sight.

Eddie glances up at him. “Well, it’s a start.”

Buck frowns. “A start?”

“To your apology.”

“Eddie–”

He holds a hand up to Buck. “I know, Buck. You were trying to do the right thing, you already said that.”

Buck takes a tentative step forward, ducking his head down so it’s level with Eddie. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely.

Eddie glances away.

Buck feels desperate to get through to him. “I should’ve believed you. I should’ve known better than to assume you would do something to hurt Chris, especially after all the work you’ve done in therapy and with him; I completely undermined all of that. I just saw you and Maddie together, and I panicked. I thought you were replacing me, but I went to the extreme thinking that you were putting Maddie in a role that’s even more important than mine in your life. I- I thought you were going to leave me again, and I couldn’t handle it.”

He takes a step closer, and Eddie looks up at him. “But I never should’ve reacted like that to you coming out. And I can’t believe I have to say this, but I know you wouldn’t lie to me about that. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a safe person for you to come out to, and I proved why.”  He looks away and rubs his hands on his apron again. “And I’m sorry I’m making this about me again, but this doesn’t have to change a thing between us.”

Buck’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for Eddie to grab one of the dirty bowls, bring it to the sink, and start rinsing it out. He opens the dishwasher and starts loading it with the bowl in his hand and other dishes in the sink. When he runs out, he reaches behind him, hand open toward Buck.

“You don’t have to–”

“Dishes, Buck.”

Buck’s stomach twists, and he immediately begins handing things over. Dishes are never something Eddie does on his own voluntarily unless he needs to think.

Buck would love to know what he’s thinking about, or else he’s going to spiral.

Hell, he’s already spiraled. He might end up spontaneously combusting.

Luckily, there’s two firefighters in the house, right?

Buck gives him five minutes – he keeps track on the oven timer – but right when Buck is about to say something, Eddie stares out the window and asks, “What if I want things to change between us?”

The words make Buck’s blood run cold. He remains frozen until Eddie turns around to gauge his reaction. His nostrils flare involuntarily, and it takes everything in him to make sure the corners of his lips aren’t entirely downturned. He nods. “Yeah, man, of course. I get it. I’ll start looking for apartments.”

To make this easier for Eddie, he makes a beeline for the living room where Eddie left the iPad on the coffee table in front of the couch. He’s about to grab it when Eddie calls out, “Wait, what?”

Buck turns to Eddie standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes wide and frantic. “I’ll get out of your hair. It’s been a long time coming, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable anymore.”

“Uncomfortable?”

Buck nods, resisting the urge to take a step closer to him. “We’ve been closer than ever recently. And now that you’re out, it’s harder to keep doing what we’ve been doing without it coming across as… romantic.” He raises his hands and frantically shakes them, heart racing. “And I’m not saying that just because you’re gay that means that you would have feelings for me, in fact, I know it’s the opposite. But it would be hard to explain that to other people or me, so I’m okay to take a step back. Go back to the way we were before. I wouldn’t want us to confuse Chris or anything.”

During Buck’s whole rant, Eddie grows increasingly more and more serious. By the time Buck is finished, Eddie’s face is carefully blank except for the way his mouth is slightly agape. He takes a deep breath and says, “Evan Buckley, I will never understand the way your brain works. First, Maddie and I, now this?”

Buck feels like he should be a little offended. “I don’t understand.”

Eddie ducks his head and mutters, “Dios.” He glances up at Buck slowly and takes a few steps past the doorway into the dining area. “Bobby said that he wasn’t surprised that you had jumped to such extreme conclusions about me and Maddie. Talked about your fear of abandonment, general impulsivity, and need to fix things. That all combined with the fact that your heart is infuriatingly big and the driving factor behind your decisions leads to things like this happening. And Athena…”

“What did she say?” Buck jumps to ask.

“Buck’s gonna Buck,” Eddie breathes out with a laugh.

Buck feels a shift, but he tries not to let himself think too hard.

It doesn’t work because he immediately goes to a state of slight panic, thinking about the people he loves talking about him behind his back. Except, it’s not entirely a bad thing necessarily since Eddie’s telling him exactly what they said, and it doesn’t sound bad, but–

Before he knows it, Eddie’s right in front of him, hand resting on his shoulder, thumb right above his collarbone.

Buck’s vision comes back into focus, and he takes in the concern in Eddie’s brown eyes. “Buck, I need you to listen very carefully. I wouldn’t hold hands with my other friends when I’m falling asleep, I wouldn’t do something like wake up spooning Hen and beg her to stay a few more minutes, and I wouldn’t prepare a candlelit dinner for Chimney.”

Buck snorts. “Yeah, because they’re not your best friend.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Eddie says, cupping Buck’s head with both hands. “Buck, I can’t believe I’m going to have to spell it out to you.”

The phrasing hits Buck very suddenly, envisioning the open crack of the bathroom door, he’s reminded of the reason he’s here now.

I can’t believe I’m in love with a Buckley.

And if it’s not Maddie, and Eddie’s gay, then… Well, he can’t imagine Phillip Buckley would be all that appealing. Which can only mean…

Buck takes a sudden step back and stares at Eddie, eyes wide and searching.

Eddie’s cheeks are pink.

The way they are around Maddie.

The way they are around Maddie because Eddie’s been talking about him. Just like the server told him.

 “I need to sit down,” he announces before flopping down on the couch.

Eddie, his best friend, is gay. And in love with him.

He tries to go back over everything he’s managed to overlook, and, yeah, maybe the whole bed sharing and cuddling in the morning should’ve been the first sign. And then the almost kiss. And… “Eddie, were you trying to seduce me when you were washing my car?”

Buck doesn’t think it’s possible, but Eddie manages to turn a little redder. “I-I mean. I wouldn’t say that.”

“You totally did,” Buck says, smile growing on his face. His best friend, the one who was flirting with him when he was drunk, and Buck managed to overlook the whole thing with the damn condoms and Eddie wanting to help him undress after promising to be quiet. Buck’s cheeks turn a similar shade of red.

He frowns suddenly and holds out his hand. “Phone.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but gets it out of his pocket, handing it over.

Buck easily unlocks it and opens his and Maddie’s messages, scrolling past the big apology Maddie sent on behalf of Buck for his behavior today, and goes all the way up to the message from Maddie thanking Eddie for telling her something.

He scrolls up only two messages sooner and sees it. Maddie had sent a photo of Buck in the midst of his rant about how he’s not in love with his straight best friend who is a renter, and Eddie had gotten back to her a few hours later.

m so in lovwith him it hruts

???

call me!!!

He turns off the phone and puts it on the coffee table.

A single scroll up, and Buck would’ve known.

Actually, it’s entirely possible he would’ve come up with some excuse to convince himself that message was in no way about him.

“Not the best way for me to have come out for the first time, especially since we’d only talked a few times, but…” Eddie shrugs. When Buck looks at him inquisitively, Eddie explains, “Like we said, we talked a bit when I moved to Texas. She helped with some renovations and answered questions about how you were doing. The deepest talk we had was about my PTSD and her own trauma surrounding the kidnapping.” He gestures toward his phone. “But that was what really got us talking, which was why I didn’t know how to tell you we were close. What was I supposed to say? I drunkenly confessed my love for you to your sister and cried about it to her for hours, and even when I’m sober, I can’t shut up about you, and she was the only person I felt like I could go to?”

It's… a lot. And Buck’s not entirely sure he’s not dreaming or in yet another weird coma dream. So, he asks, “Can you hold my hand?”

Eddie nods and nearly closes the distance between them as he sits next to him on the couch, offering his hand, palm up to Buck in the space between them. Buck takes it quickly, noticing the tremor in his best friend’s hand. He looks up at him, seeing Eddie’s own panic taking over him. But Buck has to be absolutely sure, “You’re in love with me?”

Eddie squeezes his hand, running a thumb over the back of his hand. “Yes, Evan, I’m…” he trails off and scrunches his nose up. “God, is it weird to call you that after…” he makes a vague gesture, spinning his pointer finger around.

“Tommy?” Buck guesses.

Eddie groans, “Please, don’t bring up the ex who you slept with in my house.”

Buck laughs, getting a little cocky as he asks, “Are you jealous?”

“Yes, I’m jealous because I’m in love with you.”

Buck already knew this. He did. He just found out with enough evidence that it’s honestly nearly impossible to dispute.

But hearing the words out of Eddie’s mouth is the final piece of confirmation that he needs.

Eddie’s in love with him.

He sits with it for another moment, but his mind is stuck on one thing. Buck can’t help but ask, “Is that why you threw my mattress out?”

“Yes,” Eddie answers immediately. “You’re lucky I didn’t burn the whole house down.”

Buck laughs, relaxing for the first time that day when Eddie laughs as well, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he drops his head on the back of the couch, his canines on full display, so beautiful.

“I love you,” Buck says suddenly.

Eddie’s laughter dies, but the joy on his face grows. “Yeah?”

Buck nods.

“I had a feeling.”

Buck laughs and knocks his shoulder against him. “Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“Make me,” Buck says, voice low. He takes a pointer from his Buck 1.0 days and licks his lips to draw Eddie’s eyes to them.

He’s fully expecting Eddie to laugh at the cheesy line, but he seems transfixed by him, eyes lingering on his lips before darting to his eyes, looking over his face as if seeing him for the first time. “Okay,” he whispers, as he lets go of Buck’s hand to drape it over the couch behind Buck, shifting closer. His other hand comes up to cup Buck’s face gently, thumb tracing over the stubble there, and Buck mirrors him only for Eddie’s hand to slowly trace down his neck and cling to his shoulder.

His thumb slots into the spot reserved on Buck just for him, and he finally pulls him in.

Their lips brush together gently before slotting together in a chaste first kiss.

When Buck secretly pictured this moment – before scolding himself for letting himself think that way about his straight best friend – he always imagined it would be something wildly intense and devouring. They had never really done anything in the right order before, so he hadn’t expected their first kiss to feel like a first kiss.

Except, this kiss feels less like a question of what’s to come but instead a confirmation that this is it – each other’s last.

Buck pulls away from the soft kiss first, letting Eddie take the time he needs to fully process this very-

And he’s kissing him again.

Buck’s positively overwhelmed with the fact that Eddie Diaz knows how to kiss, and Buck’s not sure if he’s ever had someone make his toes literally curl from a kiss and steal his breath. He manages a breath when he opens his mouth, which Eddie takes as an invitation to deepen the kiss, and Buck thinks this has to be a coma dream or he’s died and gone to heaven.

He groans when Eddie shifts on the couch and straddles him. Only breaking away for a second to grunt, “Fuck, I’m so gay,” before kissing Buck again.

When Buck has to come up for air, Eddie presses their foreheads together and whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Buck whispers, out of breath.

Eddie pulls back suddenly and reaches behind him, patting at the coffee table, and nearly losing his balance, making Buck steady him as he finally gets what he was looking for. He holds his phone up triumphantly. “I’ve got to tell Maddie about this.”

Buck groans and throws his head back against the couch. “If this is what you two being friends is going to be like, I’m still not going to like it.”

“You don’t want me to be close to my future sister-in-law?”

The question makes Buck's heart hammer in his chest. “You proposing to me, Diaz?”

Eddie glares at the last name but turns an interesting shade of pink.

Buck sits up a little straighter, bringing them closer together.

“Chris has the ring in his room, and I may have gotten Bobby’s blessing today.”

“Yes,” Buck says immediately.

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh. “Buck, I haven’t even asked. Plus, Hen, Karen, and Maddie wanted to help plan something big that was going to be perfect with everyone-”

“I don’t care,” Buck insists. “So, unless you want me to ask first, you have to ask right now.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms, which looks a little funny considering he’s still on top of him. “You want me to explain to Chris that he missed our proposal because you were impatient?”

Buck pouts, especially when Eddie climbs off him.

But then Eddie drops to a knee in front of the couch, and Buck’s heart skips a beat. He takes Buck’s hands and tries and fails not to let his amusement bleed into his exasperation. “Evan Buckley, will you please wait to say yes to my proposal?”

Buck laughs and cradles his head in his hands. “Yes, but only for Chris.” He joins Eddie on his knees to kiss him, but Eddie ends up complaining about them being too old to be kneeling on the hardwood floor.

They stay there for a little while longer anyway.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“So, Buck thought you were having an affair with his sister, but, really, you were just sneaking around with her to talk about how much you were in love with Buck. Then, after he found out that wasn’t what was happening and you came out, he thought you didn’t want to be with him, although you two were sharing a bed and doing everything married couples do. But as soon as he realized you had feelings for him, you two kissed, and then Buck begged you to propose immediately?”

“Yeah, that sounds right,” Eddie replies with a big smile, watching as Buck chats with a slightly ill looking Maddie.

Ravi shakes his head. “So, why did you two break up in the first place?”

Eddie frowns and finally looks at him. “What?”

“Oh, sorry, is that a touchy subject?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, we never broke up.”

Ravi tilts his head. “So, Buck thought you were cheating on him and suddenly fell out of love with him? Wait, I thought he dated that Tommy guy. Oh, are you in an open relationship?”

“No, Buck and I only started dating recently, monogamously.”

Ravi stares at him like he’s grown a second head. He walks away muttering something about, “I will never understand the whole Buck and Eddie thing…”

Eddie doesn’t blame him, honestly, because sometimes he barely gets it either. He wouldn’t change it for the world, though.

He makes eye contact with Maddie and winks at her. She winces slightly but winks back at him.

Now’s the time.

He looks around Bobby and Athena’s backyard, making sure everyone is there as he pats the inside pocket of his jacket where the small box is sitting. He waits for Maddie to stand up and lead Buck to the middle of the yard, where everyone can see them.

As soon as she stands and carefully guides Buck toward him, Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest. He glances Chris’s way and sees him trying to hide his huge, suspicious grin, but he gives up to give his dad a thumbs up.

There’s a loud gasp behind him and the sound of water hitting the ground, and Eddie’s head whips around, watching as a puddle collects under Maddie’s feet.

Eddie completely throws away his plans as he races over and grabs her hand. “You were having contractions this whole time?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” Maddie whispers back.

“Whatever moment that is, it can wait until after we get you to the hospital,” Buck says, oblivious as ever.

“No!” Maddie practically yells, getting everyone’s attention in quite a different way than was planned. “Edmundo Diaz, you better get on one knee right now.”

Eddie does just that, digging into his pocket as gracelessly as possible, but Buck doesn’t care based on the way his eyes are already wet.

“Evan Buckley, the first day I met you was… a lot. You immediately hated me, but I knew I would do just about anything to change that. And I did.” He gets a laugh from Buck and a slight groan from Maddie. “We promised that we would always have each other’s backs, and, somehow, through everything, we’ve kept that promise.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see Chimney’s about ready to throw Maddie over his shoulder and run her out of there.

“This also means having our family’s backs, which means speeding this up so we can get Maddie to the hospital. But, Buck, I love you, and I will make up for all of this in our vows.” He takes a deep breath and smiles. “But first, I have to ask, will you marry me?”

Buck nods, a few tears streaming down his face, beautiful as ever. “Yes.”

Their family cheers around them as Buck kisses him quickly, slides on the ring, and pulls Eddie to his feet. He turns to his family and announces, “Let’s get Maddie to the hospital! Chris, you’re with us!”

On the way out, Maddie asks Buck and Chimney if they’re okay with Eddie driving her. They both share a look, and Maddie teases, “You two can have a fun Bro Day moment with Chris.”

Buck looks like he would rather get struck by lightning, but Chimney nods and turns to Eddie. “You better take care of my wife,” Chimney says tensely before kissing Maddie. “I’ll see you at the hospital, where I will immediately be stealing you back.”

Buck tosses Eddie the keys to the Jeep and winks. “I’ll see you later, fiancé.”

A very red Eddie quickly gets Maddie in the car and drives carefully to the hospital.

She reaches over and squeezes his knee. “I’m so proud of you.”

The words tug at his heart, and Eddie sniffs a bit as tears sting his eyes again. “Again, thank you for sending me that picture and being there to listen to me pine after your brother. I’m sure it was painful to witness.”

“A little,” Maddie jokes with a giggle. “But it was worth it. Even the part when Buck thought we were in love.”

Eddie laughs loudly and squeezes her hand. “I do love you, entirely platonically though.”

“I love you entirely platonically, too.”

A comfortable silence settles between them until Maddie’s next contraction, which Eddie tries to distract her from by asking, “So, why exactly were magnets banned in your house growing up?”

“Maybe we should save that for our next brunch when I’m not about to have a baby in your car.”

“Right,” Eddie says, luckily approaching the hospital, spotting where Chimney is pacing back and forth around the front entrance with Buck and Chris, who are trying their best to calm him down.

When Maddie gets out of the car, she calls out, “I love you!”

 “I love you, too!” Eddie yells back.

Buck turns back to him, jaw dropped as he gestures to where she’s walking off.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m going to find parking.”

“Uh, I’ll go with you,” Buck says.

Chris smiles. “I’ll be in the waiting room, Dads.”

Eddie watches Buck try not to vibrate out of his skin at the comment as he kisses Chris on the head. “We’ll see you soon.”

Buck climbs into the passenger seat, and as soon as Eddie has pulled away, he jokes, “Should I be concerned that you’re confessing your love for my sister right before she has her baby?”

“Is this going to be a thing every time we interact?”

Buck leans across the center console and drops his voice. “I mean, there’s definitely a way to prove me wrong, and part of the solution is right under my seat.”

“Buck!”

“What? It can take a while to have a baby.”

Eddie parks and turns to him. “We are not going to miss the birth of our nephew because you wanted to get it on in the parking lot.”

Buck frowns. “Not even a little makeout session… with my fiancé?”

The words almost have Eddie convinced until Bobby and Athena pull up next to them.

“Sorry, future husband, maybe next time.”

Buck perks up. “Future husband…” he trails off, getting all teary-eyed.

“Future husband,” Eddie says again, leaning across to kiss him one time.

There’s a loud knock on their window, and they look up to find Hen looking at them, unimpressed. “Your sister is having a baby, let’s go.”

They both get out of the car, making their way to the waiting room, hand in hand.

Buck leans in, “What about the supply closet?”

“I swear to god, Buck…”

“It’s actually ‘Future Husband’ to you.”

Eddie glances at him, thumb tracing over the ring as he smiles at his fiancé. “It sure is.”

The two of them settle into the uncomfortable seats, Eddie pulling out his phone to pass the time. He grabs Buck's hand when he sees his knee bouncing.

He can feel Buck watching him out of the corner of his eye, so he pulls up his contact, staring at the contact picture that brought them here before editing the name to “Buck (Future Husband).”

Buck squeezes his hand.

Eddie goes to Maddie’s contact and changes the name to “Maddie (Secret Lover).”

Buck shoves him lightly, rolling his eyes and moving to pull their hands away.

Eddie only holds on tighter, bringing their hands to his mouth to kiss the back of Buck’s.

His phone buzzes, and they both glance at the message from Maddie.

(M) brunch tuesday at my place with your fiancé? 😉

“Isn’t she supposed to be having a baby?” Buck asks.

Eddie laughs.

(E) Can’t wait!

(E) Buck will bake whatever you want.

“I’ll do what now?”

Eddie nudges him and stands up. “Come on, we’ve got to get something Maddie left in the car.”

Hen gives them another put-out look, but Karen winks at him and mouths I’ll watch the kids.

For once, Buck knows exactly what’s happening.

As soon as they’re out the front door, he nearly starts skipping. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Eddie says with a laugh.

And for the first time, Eddie knows this is something Buck-related he definitely won’t be telling Maddie about.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Prompt for a micro fic! Buck and Tommy watch The Princess Bride together because Tommy mentioned it at one point. And Buck notices that Tommy's "Of course" he so often hears sounds a lot like Westley's "As you wish".

Omg, first off, love your blog 🥺 Second off, I'm sorry it took me a beat to get to this, but I knew I would get to it. Fantastic prompt! I hope you enjoy 🥰

Of Course

Buck liked movie nights with Tommy.

He really did.

He liked visiting Tommy's house. He liked curling up on Tommy's couch. He liked that there was only enough room on there if they were practically on top of each other, which meant he got to lay on top of Tommy a lot like a weighted blanket.

And he liked Tommy's taste in movies.

It was adorable. It was. Tommy wasn't going to fight anyone on thatt, he knew he liked the most saccharine of shlock.

Buck kind of loved it too.

It was fun to lose himself in romantic comedies. Buck was more than happy for Tommy to rub Buck's back or play with Buck's hair absentmindedly as he talked about each film; gushed about them - praised themes, shots, plots. Gave entire TEDTalks about the importance of motifs and the symbolism in some of the films.

Or just.

Sometimes.

Talked about the love of it all.

And Tommy listened to Buck all the time. Buck would word vomit the history of the prey mantis and Tommy would be happy to listen; to ask questions; to understand and take in what made Buck excited.

And.

And Buck found himself enraptured by this. And this wasn't the only thing Tommy found himself talking too much about. There were monster trucks and mixed martial arts fights and flying and craft beers too.

But this might be Buck's favorite subject of Tommy's.

"There's something about Westley and Buttercup, you know?" Tommy said, almost - almost yearned, "I remember seeing this for the first time on TV and - and wanting. I wanted to feel that. A love that could withstand years apart. A love who would always come back. A love that would throw away titles, who would face off people in power in our lives and would still want me. I - I don't know. And I kind of wanted to be that too, you know? I wanted to be the kind of person who could do that. And - and I haven't been that for most of my life. And I'm not sure if I am that now. But I like the idea of it."

And there was something.

Something to the "As you wish" of it all.

Buck watched the film and heard that and thought of every time Tommy had said of course.

"Thanks for agreeing to meet."

"Of course."

"Hey, uh, glad you could make it."

"Of course."

The first coffee date after the failed date. The botched bachelor party. Tommy's first night sleeping over at Buck's apartment. Their first movie night at Tommy's. The second try at having a dinner date at Micheli's. Tommy picking Buck up from work. Tommy helping Buck babysit Jee.

Of course, of course, of course, of course, of course, of course, of course.

And Buck could hear it now. The romantic as you wish in every of course Tommy ever said; always sincere and always kind and always too soft for Buck to handle.

Buck took Tommy's face in his hands.

"Of course you like the idea of that," Buck practically gushed, and okay, maybe surprised his boyfriend with a kiss.

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ok since people r very into my chris fic i shall share some of my random behind the scenes thoughts while writing it:

adriana has literally been waiting her entire life for her obviously gay older brother who joined the army to avoid his wife and then moved to los angeles to be a sexy firefighter to COME OUT ALREADY and by the time we meet her in this fic she is like Vibrating with the need to be like EDDIE IS GAYYYYYYY ARE YOU PEOPLE BLIND??? which is why it takes like absolutely zero prodding from chris for her to spill all of eddie's business. i think when eddie was little he was a very obviously gay little boy and as he grew up he learned how to Be Normal but adriana never forgot and she's like deeply sad about it.

chris is So fucking miserable at his grandparents' house he misses video games so bad. i couldn't find a way to really incorporate this without it feeling like a cheap "look he's a TEEN BOY" thing but yeah the second he gets back home he is slamming that headset on and gaming until eddie tells him he has to take a break or he'll burn his eyes out of his sockets.

there are a Lot of songs on buck and eddie's joint depression playlist that i listed and then cut for practicality's sake but if there's any like interest in that i could maybe put together + link the full playlist for y'all?

buck's "maddie" playlist is entirely music he listened to growing up bc it makes him think of her. as a younger sibling my music taste from birth to like. age fifteen ish. was just wholly whatever my older sister listened to and i think buck is the same way. i don't think buck necessarily listens to this playlist on his own very often but if he's hanging out with maddie and/or babysitting jee-yun he'll put it on because it makes him happy to enjoy some 90s/00s nostalgia with his best girls. sometimes he'll play it in the car when he's driving chris somewhere because he wants to carry forward some of those good memories he has with maddie with chris.

buck and eddie's texts were written in order to coincide with each other! eddie texts more frequently than buck but i think if you pay attention you can sometimes tell which days buck Also sent chris a text bc they match. some of them were sent specifically in the wake of very emotionally taxing shifts where they both wanted so badly to call chris and beg him to come home but they knew that wouldn't go well and they didn't want to make chris feel guilty so they tried to play it cool.

speaking of buck and eddie: i don't think that eddie's conversation with chris is necessarily the First step in eddie realizing he's gay or moving toward something romantic with buck. keep in mind that chris has been gone for at least two weeks by the time he talks to either of them, and buck and eddie spend the vast majority of their time together. this fic is restricted to chris' pov, and he has no way of knowing whether, say, buck and tommy broke up, or whether his dad has been thinking about some things differently since he's been gone. buck and eddie Also have to spend twelve hours in a car together just the two of them between the end of the fic and their reunion with chris. this is not me saying that buck and tommy DID break up or that buddie got together while chris was away (i don't actually have a solid "canon" for where they're at), just that i intentionally left space for a wide range of possibilities due to chris' limited knowledge of what's going on with them!!

i kinda intentionally did not delve too deeply into the psychology of the diaz parents here because i think their behavior is a bit inscrutable to chris. the vast majority of his memories of them are from when he was really little, and therefore i think he doesn't actually know them very well as people. he knows that there's some tension between them and eddie, but prior to this fic he never really bothered to question Why. all he knows is that his grandparents will probably come and get him if he calls, and that it'll hurt his dad's feelings, and in the immediate aftermath of the kim debacle that's all he cares about. once he's in el paso, he starts noticing some things that make him a bit uncomfortable, but he never does determine for sure what their motivations and opinions are about this whole situation, whether they're treating him a certain way bc he's the grandkid or bc of his cerebral palsy, and whether their treatment of eddie really does stem from homophobia or not. at the end of the day he's thirteen years old and i wanted to leave his grandparents' True Selves as a bit of a mystery because 1. i don't think They necessarily know why they do what they do and 2. i don't think there's any one answer that would be satisfying.

chris literally had zero intention of saying anything to eddie about the Gay Thing he just is very much thirteen years old and emotional and he fundamentally Trusts his father to never like. lash out at him for saying something like that. so he doesn't try too hard to hold it back and impulsively says Hey Dad Are You Gay Maybe because he's never gone so long without talking to his dad before and he's just bursting with thoughts and feelings. he's not even trying to do a buddie matchmaking thing it's just that the easiest way to make his argument is to be like (points at buck).

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Taken - Zutara - Part 79

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Katara had been right. By the end of her first week back in the South, Northern boats appeared on the horizon. But it wasn't just women looking to learn combat bending. There were women escaping arranged marriages, men that wanted to be healers, and mothers helping their children escape the oppression and sexism of the North.

One had brought a letter from Yue, explaining that she had been finding anyone that was starting to question Agna Qel'a and it's leaderships choices, and helping them flee with directions to the South. She had been doing so in secret, ever since her wedding to Hahn.

"We're... gonna need more houses," Sokka said, as they realized that the chances of more arrivals were high.

The rebuilding effort of their village was coming along nicely.

The Wani had been loaded with materials before its departure, which had helped turn their little snow huts into little snow houses. Captain Jee hadn't been able to stay, bringing any of the Fire Nation refugees that wanted to leave back to the Fire Nation. A few had stayed, one man having found a woman that he was quite taken with, while others found the peace of the little village more appealing than the hustle of most Fire Nation cities.

And, of course, there was Rinzo and Taka. The two soldiers hovered and smiled, doing anything that she asked, save for leave her alone for five minutes. She supposed, if they already saw her as their Fire Lady, it would be good practice for when she took the position officially.

For the new benders, they decided to build an all in one school. One side for combat training, the other for healing. It would go where her healers hut had been. They were able to bend the snow into a rough thick shape of what they wanted. Sokka and a few of the more architecturally inclined would go in and smooth out their work to make it look nice.

With the Fire Nation citizens that stayed, and the Northern Tribesmen that joined them, almost the entirety of Wolf Cove had been rebuilt, in a more modern style. They had a longhouse again, next to the bending school. There was currently construction on a larger, more secure storehouse.

If Katara hadn't been there to see construction begin, she likely wouldn't recognize it.

It was at the end of the week that Aang finally arrived on Appa.

"Whoa," Aang said, as he dropped off of Appa and looked around. "This is... I know I only saw it for a minute, but it's way different!"

"With my dad and the warriors home, we need the extra space," Katara said. She shrugged, putting her hands in the sleeves of her red koala-sheep tunic. It was getting tight again. "How's Zuko?"

Immediately, Aang cringed. "He's... Fine. Juggling Azula, foreign affairs proposals, internal issues. He's got his hands full, that's for sure."

Her heart sank. "I wish I was there to help. Did he... decide what to do with Azula?"

Aang nodded. "I took her bending."

The confession was grim, and Katara felt the weight of it as heavily as Aang did. It was a terrible decision to have to make. Azula was only a few months older than Katara, and it was Ozai that really pushed Azula into what she became, but there really wasn't much else they could do. Azula needed help, but she was too dangerous to be given it without a safeguard in place.

There had been no other options.

"Come on," Katara said, redirecting the conversation. People were starting to gather around them. "My dad is in the long house. You have a plan for the peace summit?"

"I do," Aang said, though he didn't seem sure.

Deciding not to press him, especially since she'd be getting answers soon enough anyway, Katara led him into the long house. It was by far the largest building in the tribe, meant to be able to have standing room for every member, and they built it with their soon to be growing population in mind.

"Avatar Aang," her father called, from where he was going over maps of the surrounding area with Sokka.

Her mother looked up from where she was braiding cords nearby, frowning. "Aang? The boy that attacked Zuko?"

Aang sheepishly laughed. "Err... Yeah, sorry. Katara and Sokka had just told me about the war, and I kinda freaked out."

Her mother hummed.

"Whatcha got for us?" Sokka said, before they could get distracted. "Anything from Suki? Did they head back to Kyoshi yet?"

So much for not getting distracted.

"They're still in Caldera City," Aang explained, offhandedly as he reached into his robes to pull out a tightly rolled scroll. "Chief Hakoda, this is for you."

Her father frowned, taking the scroll and breaking an orange wax seal. Katara moved to her fathers side, looking over his shoulder to read, as Sokka did the same on the other side.

It was an invitation, written in a pristine script that Katara recognized as Aang's hand writing.

You are invited to the first ever Four Nations Peace Summit. This summit is meant to bridge the divide of nations, so we can all work together to find lasting peace and balance. The leaders of each nation will be discussing various topics, including but not limited to: assigning ambassadors, trade routes, goals for the coming year. This is planned to be a three day summit, with the opening ceremony happening on the night of the first day of the ninth month, in Ba Sing Se. We are looking forward to seeing you there! - Avatar Aang of the Air Nomands

Katara felt her eye twitch. "Aang..."

"Iroh gave me a few tips when I was drafting it," the young monk said, smiling oh so proudly.

"Why does the summit start the day of the comet?!"

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December 2023

"Home Alone?" Chim says the title like a question he doesn't really want answered, with a not insignificant amount of trepidation. 

"What's it about?" Buck asks innocently, fiddling with a pair of craft scissors, the bright pink plastic of the handle a stark contrast against his dark blue uniform pants. 

"It's about a boy," Chim explains. "He's home alone."

"He almost murders two burglars," Eddie adds helpfully, because that seems like a pretty crucial detail. 

Buck hums. Then, after a few seconds of hopeful silence, he shakes his head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Chim groans. There are two stacks of DVDs on the coffee table, the one on the right drastically higher than the other. Home Alone quickly joins the looming tower, another entry in the seemingly endless list of shows and movies you simply have to watch, according to Chim and probably several Buzzfeed articles, unless your name is Evan Buckley and your childhood sucked. 

Chim's desperate eyes meet Eddie's. Eddie shrugs. He doesn't even try to hide his smile. 

"I don't know what you expected."

Chim sighs, because of Eddie's comment or maybe just the general situation, and turns back to the coffee table to survey the stacks. Though, given that the left one consists of exactly one DVD, stack is probably not the right term. 

"How is Die Hard the only Christmas movie you've seen?" 

"Maddie made me watch it," Buck replies, opening the scissors and closing them again, cutting the air with cheaply metallic little snipsnipsnips.

"I guess that's my legacy," Chim says morosely, and gets up. "I have more DVDs in my locker. Don't go anywhere."

"Who even uses DVDs in this day and age?" Buck calls after him. "There's this thing called Netflix, old man. You should give it a try."

Chim is still flipping him off when he gets to the stairs and the dimness of the 10 PM app bay swallows him whole. 

"What are you doing anyway?" Eddie asks, nodding at the mess Buck has made of his half of the couch. Paper cuttings cover the leather like snow, leftovers from the pile of strange sculptures he's gathered in his lap. 

"I'm making snowflakes," Buck informs him. Eddie levels a—pointed, doubtful—look at one of those sculptures, misshapen and strangely bug-like in nature, and Buck amends, "I'm trying to make snowflakes. I want to make some with Jee, so I looked up, uh, child-friendly crafts, but—this is way more difficult than I thought. And if I can't do it, there's no way a two-year old can do it." 

Eddie thinks back to a sunny afternoon in his kitchen, to two very different kinds of heart drawings spread out on his kitchen table. Chris got an A on his sketch. Buck's had a heart-shaped button nose. Jee will probably do just fine. 

"Practice makes perfect," Eddie tells him cheerfully, patting his shoulder. "If you keep it up, you're gonna have the fine motor skills of a preschooler in no time."

"Screw you," Buck replies. "I'm holding scissors. I could stab you."

Eddie glances at the scissors, eyes the childproof rounded tip. "Sure."

Before Buck can prove to him just how dangerous those craft scissors can be—and he looks like he's definitely considering it—a shrill ringing interrupts the relative nighttime peace that has settled over the firehouse. DVDs and ugly snowflakes get abandoned, gear equipped and the truck boarded, and just a little over ten minutes later, they're standing on the set of some Hollywood blockbuster Buck probably won't watch either, and for a moment, Eddie forgets to be professional. 

"Holy shit."

The set in front of them, a fake street hemmed in by fake brownstone facades, might have looked festive, maybe, at some point, but there's not much left of that now. It's all buried beneath white goo, glittering ominously under the studio lights, more horror flick than Hallmark movie. What looks like the grayscale aftermath of a Slimer attack is the result of a bunch of fake snow machines gone wild, and next to Eddie, Buck has stopped dead in his tracks too. 

"Holy shit," he echoes. 

Bobby, strutting through the mess with the grace of a former figure skating star, calls for them, and they start moving. 

Truth be told, there's not that much they can do here. The machines are already turned off, and there's no fire that needs putting out, no car wrecks, no stuck elevators. They're here because three of the crew members fell unconscious after they came in contact with the goo, but it's probably some type of allergic reaction, so Chim and Hen have it handled. That gives Buck some time to look around, his face painfully open with curiosity and that strange, enviable love for life that comes so naturally to him, and it gives Eddie some time to watch him do it, watch as his eyes, bright and blue, take in the scene. 

"Did you know that the largest snowflake ever recorded was 15 inches wide? They found it in Montana, in 1887."

"No," Eddie says honestly, because what the hell. "Nobody who isn't you would know that. And I call bullshit. 15 inches? Come on."

"I didn't come up with it," Buck tells him. "Otherwise I'd have a Nobel prize."

"They give out Nobel prizes for that?"

"They should," Buck says, and at Eddie's dubious look, he quickly continues. "Snow is fun, Eddie. People like snow."

"I don't like snow," Eddie replies. It gets below freezing in El Paso, but usually only at night, and even then it rarely snows. He doesn't miss much about Texas but he does miss that. Then again, Southern California isn't that different. Which may or may not be why he picked Los Angeles over Chicago.

"Snow is beautiful," Buck argues. "Magical, festive—"

"Cold, slippery, dangerous—"

"Come on."

Eddie spreads his arms, look around, and Buck does, but only so he can look back at Eddie and roll his eyes.

"That's not snow," he says, kicking his foot as if to prove a point. He sends a clump of goo flying in Bobby's general direction, and Bobby glances over his shoulder to give them a long-suffering look.

"Snow is snow," Eddie says, just to be contrary. 

"One day I'll show you," Buck decides. "I'll take you to Hershey. Then you'll see." 

"Sure, Buck," Eddie says. "Sure."

December 2024

At the time he'd laughed it off, but now, a year later, Eddie understands that suggestion for the invitation it was. Buck invited him to spend Christmas in Hershey—his hometown, where his parents live. That feels significant, somehow, even though it probably wasn't meant to be. Buck was probably just joking, probably didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to introduce Eddie to the dubious wonder that is a snowy winter. Even now, a year later, it's a ridiculous suggestion. Eddie doesn't even like visiting his own parents over the holidays, and he doesn't dislike them nearly as much as he sometimes hates Buck's. 

It's a ridiculous idea, but if Buck brought it up now, a year later, Eddie would say yes in an instant. 

Because now, a year later, Buck's smile has faded. His skin is pallid and bruised, his large frame looks strangely small. A hospital gown will do that to you, Eddie thinks, as he stares at the wires, the tubes, all those foreign objects attached to his best friend's too-still body. 

What a difference a year can make.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it's a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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“Dove has a question,” Mara announces.

Buck’s eyebrows shoot up. “Uh, really? Wh-what’s up, Dove?”

Dove hurries across the kitchen to Buck, body language a little shy. He crouches so she’s not talking up at him. Then, she cups her hand over her mouth and whispers. 

“Buck, can I have something to drink?” 

For a beat, Buck is frozen. Is he imagining this? First, he thinks that’s the first time she’s actually addressed him by his name. Second, is she actually asking for something she needs? Then, he realizes he has to reply quickly. Quickly and encouragingly. 

“Of course you can have something to drink,” Buck says. “Thank you for asking me.”

She responds with a nervous little smile.

“Maddie,” Buck asks. “Do you have apple juice?”

“Yes!” Maddie replies happily. She can obviously see the significance of the moment. “In the fridge. Bottom left shelf.”

Buck grabs a plastic cup from the drying rack and moves to get the juice from the fridge. His hands are a little shaky as he pours. Why are they shaky? 

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the cup. 

“Thank you,” Dove says. 

She drinks quickly, like she’s eager to get back to playing. When she’s done, she hands him the empty cup, thanks him again, and runs back off with Mara and Jee.

“Wow,” Chim observes. 

Buck exhales. “That’s, uh… That was…”

“Told you so,” Maddie smiles at him. “It’ll all happen. Just keep being you.”

And he supposes that’s just what he’ll have to do.

iii.

After that evening at Maddie and Chim’s, Dove seems to only get more and more comfortable asking him for things. Like he’s managed to break through a boundary, and he doesn’t even know what it was that removed that final stone. Regardless, she changes. She knocks on his bedroom door in the morning. She asks when she’s hungry or thirsty. When they go to the zoo, she asks to use the washroom twice. She tells him when the AC makes her cold, and she needs a sweater. The whole thing makes him feel incredibly relieved. It’s working. She’s trusting him. 

He might not be able to do anything about Eddie, but he can keep moving forward with Dove. 

A few days before he has to start back up at work, and Dove has to start school, Buck does two things he hopes will be positive. First, he takes Dove clothing shopping. Then, he introduces her to Carla. 

They’d all agreed on it before Dove came home. Him, Carla, and Eddie. Back when Eddie was more than a ghost in Buck’s phone. Even before Chris left, he was needing Carla less. Not zero, but less. So, she said she definitely has time for Dove, too. And when Chris comes back, she can watch them both together. No problem. Like Buck, Carla is confident that he’ll be home soon. 

He wants Dove to be comfy with Carla before she starts watching her. Dove isn’t quite like the way Chris was when Carla came into his life. Chris was so open and social at seven. He had no trouble voicing his needs or befriending new people. Dove seems okay with other kids, but nervous with adults. So Buck wants to make sure she knows Carla is trustworthy. 

So here’s his plan. And he hopes it’s not terrible. 

Take Dove shopping. Let her ask for things she wants. Hopefully make her feel happy and confident. Preferably not overwhelmed and awkward, but he supposes it’s a risk. Then, they’ll meet Carla at a nearby diner for dinner. Maybe Dove can practice asking the server for what she wants, but if not, she can ask Buck to do it for her. And that feels like a win. Plus, she’ll get to know Carla. He thinks it’s all going to be good.

He does end up texting Eddie, inviting him to the dinner portion. Not that he expects him to say yes. He’s on board with Maddie’s assessment. He gets it and he’s not trying to pressure him or make him feel bad. But he needs Eddie to know there’s still a spot for him. When and if he’s ready. 

Eddie declines. Buck sighs, texts back something understanding, and moves on from it.

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Shopping goes well. It was a good call on Buck’s part. He’s relieved his instincts are proving right. 

He takes Dove to a sort of mid-tier department store kids’ section. She looks sort of awed, knowing he’s brought her here to shop for her. 

“I can really pick stuff?” She asks.

“Yes,” Buck nods. “We’re on a budget, but within reason, go for it.”

“What’s a budget?” Dove asks.

Oh. Yeah, good point.

“Great question,” Buck says. “Well, basically, there’s a certain amount of money I can spend on new clothes. Not because I don’t want to buy you everything, but because that’s just sort of how money works. So we can’t get the whole store. But if there are things you really like, we will get them, okay?”

Dove thinks about this, like her brain is chewing on the concept.

“Okay,” she says. 

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✅ Complex Numbers Checkpoint-01 – Class 11 Maths | Practice & Revision by 9nid & IITKiTayyari

After learning about iota powers and algebraic operations on complex numbers in our first two lectures, it’s time to revise and test your concepts. This Checkpoint-01 video is designed to help you reinforce everything you’ve learned with a variety of question-based practice. 🔁 What’s Covered in This Checkpoint? Quick recap of iota powers and their patterns Algebraic operations (add, subtract,…

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✅ Complex Numbers Checkpoint-01 – Class 11 Maths | Practice & Revision by 9nid & IITKiTayyari

After learning about iota powers and algebraic operations on complex numbers in our first two lectures, it’s time to revise and test your concepts. This Checkpoint-01 video is designed to help you reinforce everything you’ve learned with a variety of question-based practice. 🔁 What’s Covered in This Checkpoint? Quick recap of iota powers and their patterns Algebraic operations (add, subtract,…

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Knowledge of the Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT) and NAT Scoring Systems

The Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT) and NAT exams are two of the most widely recognized language proficiency tests for Japanese language learners. Both exams are designed to evaluate the language skills of non-native Japanese speakers, but they have distinct scoring systems that can be confusing for test-takers. In this article, we'll delve into the details of the Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT) and NAT scoring systems, helping you understand how to interpret your scores and set realistic goals for your language learning journey.

JLPT Scoring System

The Japan Foundation and Japan Educational Exchanges and Services (JEES) administer the JLPT, which is available in five levels: N1, N2, N3, N4, and N5. The test evaluates language skills in three areas: language knowledge (vocabulary), reading, and listening. The scoring system is based on a scale of 0 to 180 points, with 100 points required to pass.

N1: Advanced level, requiring a high degree of language proficiency (100–180 points)

N2: Upper-intermediate level, requiring a good command of Japanese (100–180 points)

N3: Intermediate level, requiring a moderate level of language proficiency (100–180 points)

N4: Elementary level, requiring a basic level of language proficiency (100–180 points)

N5: Basic level, requiring a limited level of language proficiency (80–180 points)

NAT Scoring System

The NAT exam, administered by the Tokyo University of Foreign Studies, is designed for students who wish to study at a Japanese university. The test evaluates language skills in four areas: vocabulary, grammar, reading, and listening. The scoring system is based on a scale of 0 to 400 points, with 240 points required to pass.

Level 1: Advanced level, requiring a high degree of language proficiency (360–400 points)

Level 2: Upper-intermediate level, requiring a good command of Japanese (280–359 points)

Level 3: Intermediate level, requiring a moderate level of language proficiency (240–279 points)

Level 4: Elementary level, requiring a basic level of language proficiency (200–239 points)

Level 5: Basic level, requiring a limited level of language proficiency (0–199 points)

Key Differences

While both exams evaluate language proficiency, there are key differences in their scoring systems. The JLPT has a more nuanced scoring system, with a greater range of points available for each level. In contrast, the NAT exam has a more straightforward scoring system with a clear distinction between levels.

Tips for Test-Takers

Understanding the scoring system is crucial for setting realistic goals and developing an effective study plan. Here are some tips for test-takers:

Familiarize yourself with the exam format and content.

Set specific, achievable goals for each section of the exam.

Practice with sample questions and mock tests to improve your time management and test-taking strategies.

Focus on your weaknesses and allocate more study time to those areas.

In conclusion, understanding the Japanese Language Proficiency Test (JLPT) and NAT scoring systems is essential for language learners who wish to demonstrate their proficiency in Japanese. By recognizing the differences between the two exams and setting realistic goals, you can optimize your study plan and achieve success in your language learning journey.

[arainmorn-art]

Hi! I recently discovered your Deciphering comic and I adore the story.

I was wondering if you have a post somewhere explaining the fantasy/magic aspect?

Thank you! ^^ Ouf, what a question. If I understand it correctly, you are asking not about the meaning of magic, but "why" the magic. If I'm wrong, please correct me. Welp, I wrote several times that the idea came to me out of nowhere after finishing the initial surrealism-free script and I just went with it. I guess I should explain that it wasn't really out of nowhere. I always liked fantasy, I adore dragons and the feeling of a fairytale, but the aspect of standard magic just doesn't sit well with me. Modern standard magic lost anything magical to me because usually there's no mystery in it, most of the time it's too rational, overexplained, it feels taken out of videogames. I love a good fantasy RPG, don't get me wrong, but its magic feels… mundane. It's charmless. While now I can say that my favorite type of magic is an unexplained primordial horror, the mysterious unknown. Also, I don't remember the exact phrase and where I heard it, but I was charmed by the idea of "it is so stylized, it is so unreal, that by a shear contrast it makes the drama feel so painfully realistic". The idea of using unreal to tell a realistic story intrigued me for years but I didn't know how to create such story, and I still don't, I'm only trying to find a way. How to show loss not directly talking about it? How to describe the unrequited love with visual media?

But that's not the whole story. Excuse me for being wordy. I feel like adding some notes about my background would be good for understanding.

The thing is I was also preparing to do big comics one day for 10 years. Yeah, that stupid long. Only preparing and not doing the exact thing. I was studying writing scripts, practicing my drawing skills, writing fanfiction, drawing illustrations - and I was creating tiny comics, but the key word is "tiny". I thought I'd never be prepared and worthy enough to do a big comic, so I tried to write a sci-fi novel, but it felt too dry and dull. I thought, well, maybe comics are not for me, "I don't want to spend years on creating one thing" - and was surprisingly upset every time HRs looked at the little comics in my portfolio and shrugged, told me to remove it, "you are a concept artist, not a comic artist". I couldn't put my finger why I was so upset, why I felt so constrained by words of strangers, because duh, it's only logical. And maybe I'd continue thinking like that.

Untill 2022. Deciphering has happened in a, dare I say, quite unusual time in my life, war to be exact. Fortunately, I was unharmed, but emotionally drained and numb for months. Gosh, I tried to watch Evangelion for the third time and finally liked it, it resonated perfectly with a void in my chest. Having a warzone in 5 kilometers from my home, regular rockets above my roof, news about local potentially dangerous looters and emotionally charged neighbors with opposite views still didn't bring me to moving from my place. I couldn't stand the thought of being pitied as a victim and the impossibility to be understood, it was painful to think about. So I stayed and decided that if the rocket form any side fall at my house, welp, I'd die together with my family. That's when I've created Facade. And after finishing it I thought: "This. This is what I want to do even if I die next day. I finally felt it. I'm finally creating the thing I dreamt about most of my life". I wrote a script, created concepts for outfits and 3d-model for Miles's office and left my stinky job. I entered a stubborn samurai mode, maniacally drawing 5 days a week with a thought of dying while doing the thing I love the most no matter what, because fuck the world, you don't know me, you don't own me, you can kill me if you want me to stop. I'm not a fan of the first 40-50 pages of Deciphering, they are quite rushed, jee, I've done them in two months. But then life turned petty and regular power outages left me without my passion as I'm mostly a digital artist now, and I thought, huh, maybe I should move. Only to the country majority of people would not expect me to move. Soooo yeah, I can say the war was a final straw for me to start making comics x) It’s quite extreme, so please, listen to my advice, start doing your art just because you want to.

Let's return to your question. Why magic? Because it is a pure escapism.

After finishing the script I went to bed feeling uneasy, was that all I wanted to say. Well, duh, it's a gay fancomic, why do I even need to say more. It's just silly, restrain yourself, it's 22 pages script, it's perfecly fine. And then I thought about flowers and sword, the duality of vulnerability, the first thing that started this whole surrealism shtick. I added it without a doubt and started drawing the comic. Then I intuitively thought, hey, wouldn't it be fun to have a sword fight with magical swords out of nowhere just to symbolize characters’ relationship - and I got scared again, if I'm going too extra, if I’m too much, maybe I shouldn't, it would look strange… But I could die. So what is stopping me? What is that thing that holds me back? My own skills are the only limit. There is no freakin' soul who would tell me to restrain my creativity. I can be as bold as I want and ridiculous as I can – so why shouldn’t I add more magical stuff because I feel with my artistic instincts that they fit? I am my one and only limit, I don’t even earn money with this comic, I don’t need to please anyone, it’s a pure and unfiltered freedom of self-expression I yearned for years. I still feel this way with every new addition to the script, but without thoughts of a sudden death, fortunately ^^’. If I’m too much, if the comic is too much, would people like it, will I regret my decision, will it ruin the last bits of pacing this comic left, will this magic symbolism would be too hard to understand, oh, I’d be upset if it will fly above their heads, maybe I should stop, yeah, I should stop, no, I don’t want to, I feel like it is a right thing to draw next, I’m so scared, no, it’s fine, so what if I’ll regret it later, it will be future me who would regret it. It doesn't matter that I added this kind of magic to the story of Ace Attorney. I feel like any fandom could be my prey, eheh, if I felt as strong connection as I did with Miles and Phoenix at that time. It's not a case of planning. It’s just, well, my chaotic personality colliding with these characters in a right place (?) at the right (???) time.

So why there is magic? Because I feel that I can tell more using it.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

7th September 2024, Saturday

the weekendddd (more like my end)

day 13/50 productivity challenge

🕒 10:00 a.m. - so i planned on waking up at 4 BUT my alarm clock literally stopped working so when i actually woke up and saw the time i was fully ready to break down into a sobbing mess (but i didn't, somehow). i'd been feeling sorta shitty since yesterday and that was sort of the last straw. i don't actually have any pressing deadlines and such but i told myself i would stick to my plans so i will stick to them. i want to complete everything i planned to this weekend so that i don't have to interfere with the meticulous plans i made that start from monday.

morning skincare

extended duolingo streak

practiced playing keyboard

texted my bestiee

studied psychology ch: human development

applied hairoil (haven't done it in few months but i want to get into the habit of applying it at least once a week)

rewatered my desk plant

read newspaper

cleaned my room

took headbath (my parents had gone grocery shopping and they had to wait like 20 mins outside the door because they hadn't taken the keys as i would be home lmao)

did an exercise video

trimmed my bangs (they're the only thing saving my appearance atp)

[a sneak peek into what my "schedules" look like, they're my organized mess] [an excerpt from my psychology textbook, literally that entire page explained the difference between sex & gender so clearly & gender roles, stereotypes, etc but ppl still walk around spewing all kinds of bigotry in the name of "science". ofc the focus on 2 binary genders is not appreciated AT ALL]

🕒 9:00 p.m. - went downstairs for the ganesh chaturthi pooja & celebration in my apartment, it's a pretty big deal in our society actually. saw an old friend who i hadn't seen in AGES (whenever me & my other friend call her she's always busy studying) *girlie has been in jee allen coaching since 9th grade*

🕒 10:30 p.m. - came back up home !!

played 1 game of chess online

posted a youtube short and downed a cup of coffee

outlined note structure psychology ch: sensory, attentional and perceptual processes (wow that's a mouthful)

outlined note structure psychology ch: learning

outlined note structure psychology ch: human memory

🕒 1:00 a.m. - confession: i planned an all nighter but i fell asleep for longer than i anticipated. also i NEED to fix my alarm clock. i'm questioning if coffee even makes a difference because i was able to sleep like a log (for that specific time) even after drinking.