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hello week 2 of summer of buddie 2.0!

this week our fic writing challenge is the cost of fame and our art/gif/video challenge is last season reminiscing!

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remember that week 2 of summer of buddie 2.0 spans spans from june 23rd to june 29th.

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@summerofbuddie - week 2: last season reminiscing Buddie + Season 8

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When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."

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9-1-1 · 3x01 · "Kids Today"

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Hii for the prompts #15 I made your favorite

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Buck doesn't quite know why he does it, but instead of just letting himself into Eddie's house, he stops and knocks.

Maybe it was the way Eddie had asked him. Nervously. Hopeful. Like this wasn't just a normal run of the mill dinner or hang out night. Like this was something more.

The same thought had run through Buck's head when he'd gotten ready, opting for a slightly nicer shirt and a pair of dark jeans that he knows look good on him. He'd let his curls be freer, because he remembered Eddie saying how much he likes them like that.

Honestly, Buck sort of feels like this is a date.

Which is...ridiculous. Right?

The door swings open, and Eddie stands there, smiling with flushed cheeks. He's also wearing a shirt he'd typically wear for a date or something fancier. And the jeans that make Buck's mouth water. His hair is free of products, thankfully, falling softly atop his head.

"Hi." Eddie smiles.

"Hi." Buck smiles back, "You, uhm, you look..." His eyes do another sweep of Eddie's body before meeting his gaze once more. "You look really good."

Eddie's cheeks flush a dusty pink, and he ducks his head a tiny bit, almost shy like. "Thanks. You look really good too."

Warmth blossoms in Buck's chest. "Thank you."

"Come in." Eddie steps aside, gesturing for Buck to enter, like he hasn't walked into this house as if it's his own many times before.

Okay. So...maybe a date.

That makes Buck's stomach twist with excitement.

Then his nose catches a whiff of something cooking.

"What is that?" Buck sniffs, already moving towards the kitchen. "It smells delicious."

"Oh, uh," Eddie is right behind him, hand grazing Buck's lower back as he steps around him and goes for the stovetop. "I...I made your favourite."

Buck's heart beats loudly and rapidly in his chest. "You...you did?"

"Yeah." Eddie steals a glance his way before refocusing back on the food he's preparing. It really does smell amazing. And Buck knows how much Eddie's improved his cooking over the years. Has stood by his side helping him, happy to answer any and all questions. But to have Eddie go out of the way to make Buck's favourite dish?

Buck doesn't think he's ever had anyone care enough. He's never had anyone pay enough attention.

"I hope it's okay." There's an adorable little frown on Eddie's face now, a divot between his eyebrows that Buck wants to smooth away. He's really taking this seriously. "I did a test run with Chris a couple nights ago. He said while it wasn't as good as yours, it was still pretty good. So. I think it'll be good? But you're such a great cook--"

"I'm going to love it." Buck cuts off Eddie's nervous rambling. Big, brown eyes peer over at him.

"You haven't even tried it yet." Eddie chuckles, "You can't say that."

Buck shakes his head and steps closer, "That doesn't matter. You're making it. For me. Eddie...I'm going to love it."

"Yeah?" He sounds as breathless as Buck feels.

"Yeah."

"Well. Then." Eddie ducks his head again, a smile still on his face, "Go pour us some wine and I'll dish this up."

"Sounds great to me." Buck grins, reaching out to give Eddie's hand a quick squeeze, although his hand does linger briefly against Eddie's.

He forces his feet to carry him towards the table, where the dishes are already in their place, a candle flickering, and a bottle of wine waiting.

Buck spins around suddenly, "I have to ask."

Eddie looks at him, "Hm?"

"This...this is a date, right?"

"Uhm, yeah..." Eddie coughs nervously, "It is. That's...is that okay?"

Buck doesn't think he could smile any bigger. "That is more than okay."

"Good."

"Good." Buck turns and goes to pour them some wine.

For their date.

i love you prompts

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Please forgive me for ranting, but...I am so tired of AI. Just so tired. I don't want Microsoft Copilot, or Google Gemini, or Meta AI, or whatever other energy-sucking, water-wasting, mediocrity-spewing LLM is currently being thrust upon me. I just want to be left alone to create in peace.

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fandom is a lot more fun when your goal isn’t to be “that big, popular account” within the fandom but just to have fun and talk about what brings you comfort and happiness by the way

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eddie saying that he loved being married,.,.... buck being buck........ guys..... i fear that buddie are gonna date for maybe .2 seconds before they get married

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home is you

buddie | omegaverse | 52.5K | rated: Mature | ao3 | complete

for @chismosoeddie

“She suspects it’s a bond rupture.”

Buck blinks at him and looks confused. “But you’re not bonded. Shannon wasn’t even old enough before she— you know.”

“Not Shannon,” Eddie says. His stomach roils with nausea and his whole body aches. How does he say this? It’s so dumb. They should just have the infusions. Eddie moved away. They won’t be able to be in the same city anymore. He shouldn’t have even said anything. What is the point?

But— Buck. How can he lose Buck? He already had to move and leave him behind. How could Eddie possibly take those awful chemicals to dissolve and erase everything he has left?

He finds the letters on his arm with his fingers. B.U.C.K.L.E.Y. Then goes back to the beginning and absentmindedly feels the silken thread in the familiar shapes on the sweatshirt all over again.

Buck looks like he’s thinking but coming up with nothing. “Who then?”

“It’s probably— I mean. I don’t know for sure. But. If you think about it. Out of anyone it would be. Possibly? I’m guessing—” God, he just needs to say it. He can say it. It’s not a big deal. They didn’t plan on this. And they’ll deal with it like they do everything else. “It’s you. I think. You and me. Maybe. That was my thought.”

Buck turns bright red and hides his face by rubbing his hand over it and scratching the back of his neck. “H-how? How would that even— we’re not— you’re not interested in— We’ve never had— we’ve never, you know. Had— or made— or done—? Wi-with each other. How would we randomly be bonded? We can’t be bonded. I am not pining after anyone. Everyone thinks I am, but I’m not. Wouldn’t I know if I were b-bonded? Wouldn’t we both know?”

Eddie almost laughs. Does he really know anything at this point? “You don’t have to have sex to bond.” Sex is just going through the motions. At least in Eddie’s experience. But no one cares if an omega enjoys it. It’s not for an omega. An omega is there to service their partner. “It’s time and care and intimacy that do it. And usually intention.”

“Okay, but. Isn’t it like getting married? Aren’t there whole ceremonies and sex things or whatever other intimate rituals that have to take place?”

Obviously Buck hates the idea. Obviously he’s disturbed by it. “I don’t know, Buck. I just thought. Out of anyone. The most likely thing. Was you. Considering we’re—” Fuck. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Maybe Eddie was too quick to assume.

What the hell does that say about him?

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Eddie moves to Texas and finds himself growing sick and unable to make himself and Chris a home. He and Buck are aching without each other and have to choose to either become mates or permanently sever their unintentional bond since they're now hundreds of miles apart living separate lives.

(read on ao3)

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general reminder:

my entire career is shattering, along with the careers of everyone in either government service (my planned backup, in case anyone was wondering) and science or research

my spouse's career, working in reproductive care, is not doing much better

the entire healthcare system of this country, one of the largest in the world, is shattering

our president is encouraging genocide and actively attempting to implement it in the united states, incarcerating my neighbors

my fucking speaker of the state house was shot in an act of political violence by emboldened right wing terrorists last weekend

a breath.

if you dare to defend to me not voting in the 2024 election, I will block you with my hands shaking and my teeth bared. if you made a mistake because you were foolish and you didn't think it would come to that, I might forgive you--but how dare you defend that decision to me. how dare you defend ignoring harm reduction in order to hand the country to a madman, in the name of "ethics".

fuck you. you didn't stop any genocide. you made it worse. and you can either admit that and try to do better, or you can get out of my life and my space and stay there. how dare you.

how dare you not try for the best possible outcome. how dare you prize your own innocence above the best achievable world. how dare you try to justify that to me.

own your mistakes or get out of my space.

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It seems like the older I get, the more irrationally angry casual censorship makes me. And it isn't just the "unalive" "grape" alleged filter-dodging vernacular, but the way normal words will be peppered with asterisks, or screenshots will have words like "gay" "hell" "fuck" etc either partially or entirely blurred. Who is this helping? What is the purpose of it, except to reinforce shame and elevate a flimsy perception of purity and safety, however those things manifest. It's so tiresome and I'm sick of it.

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The OTW is pleased to announce candidates for the 2025 Election. Read more at: https://otw-news.org/5n75a8m6

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As a society we have benefited so much from successful public health measures that we now have the privilege of declaring that we must not need them anymore

Bitch before enriched flour, neural tube defects like spina bifida were far more common. Even now, spina bifida clinicians and researchers are begging to have salt and maize fortified to reach groups that don’t use as much flour. Before iodized salt, the United States had a fucking GOITER BELT. Eleven years after the introduction of fluoridated water, a city in Michigan found the rate of dental caries among school children dropped a staggering 60%— in an era where tooth decay regularly fucking killed people

I’m literally not even going to start on vaccines, which are among the most successful and robustly studied public health measures in world history

You might say “oh well today we all have access to vitamins and toothpastes and dentists so we don’t need those things in our food supplies” and boy do white people on social media loooove to fucking say that. But here’s the thing: no, people don’t all have easy access to those things. That’s privilege talking yet again

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@summerofbuddie 2025 // week two — last season reminiscing ↳ moments that confirmed buddie canon for me

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“C’mere Buck...”

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@summerofbuddie ☀︎ week two: last season reminiscing