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crying my eyes out thx

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Fallout 76 gave us a mirelurk human hybrid and not a single monster fucker is talking about it? For shame

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It's funny, and a little pathetic, that you are literally too retarded to write an email on your own

I made it through highschool and college (graduating with multiple honors) without even having a smart phone. Pretty sure using AI to organize my notes for an email a few times a month isn’t taking away my intelligence lmao but I’m veryyyyy not cool with using the r-word like that, it’s so unnecessary.

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Cuz we’re tired. We’re fucking exhausted. If it makes writing a complicated work email a little easier - I’m gonna do it.

being so staunchly anti generative ai while everyone around you is "i used chatgpt" and "i asked grok" and google search is useless and every company is implementing ai and every single celeb is taking ai money and partnering with ai is like... it's so jarring. why can't you see the harm like i can? why are you so lazy? why are we making society this stupid? can we please stop? it's killing people does that not matter to you?

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eddie: do you remember that time when buck—

ravi: no. no. i am NOT doing this again.

eddie: what?

ravi: you do NOT get to take me out for drinks just to talk about buck the whole time.

eddie: this hasn’t happened before…

ravi: yes it has, only last time it was buck talking about you.

eddie, blushing: he talked about me? what did he say?

ravi: you better pray i don’t find one of your exes here.

eddie: what.

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Eddie: So wait… you thought I was competition? Like…. Romantically for Buck?

Tommy: (sighs) Well… yeah.

Eddie: Why?

Tommy: I mean, you’ve seen you guys right? The codependency? The co-parenting. You’re currently co-habiting.

Eddie: Look, that doesn’t mean that he would ever actually be interested in me.

Tommy: He accidentally called me your name.

Eddie: I… uhhh

Tommy: Yes. In Bed.

Eddie: (Twirling his hair) OMG, so you mean you think I have a chance with him???

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buck: please stop laughing.

eddie: i’m sorry, but now you’re into knitting? you’re only a little bit away from becoming a grandma.

buck: well, it’s a healthier coping method than, ya know, joining a fight club.

eddie: i would pay money to see you fight people with knitting needles.

buck: keep laughing it up and you’ll be my first victim.

eddie: ‘cause you’re so threatening with your yarn and needles.

buck: yeah, you’re no longer getting a matching sweater.

eddie, all of a sudden serious: now, we don’t have to go that far.

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What if, when Buck starts looking for a new place, Eddie in some kind of semiconscious semibitchy fugue state starts making comments like, “Oh no, we can’t live there, the commute to work is too long,” and, “We need something with a yard, because Chris has been talking about growing our own tomatoes.” And Buck is like, ?????? Because why is Eddie talking like they’re all going to be moving? So he’s like, “Well I think it’ll be fine. For me.” And Eddie’s like, “Hmm, no, I don’t think so,” and then just walks out of the room sipping coffee from his tiny mug or whatever. And this is how somehow Buck and Eddie end up buying a three-bedroom house and putting both their names on the mortgage.

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imagine eddie making a new friend, someone who's 100% unrelated to anyone or anything else in eddie's life, just a guy he meets at the gym and vibes with. and the guy thinks that buck is eddie's husband. it takes eddie a while to realise that's what his new pal had taken away from their chat about their kids, where more than half of the photos of chris eddie showed off had buck in them. so at first eddie's just too fucking startled to correct him when idk CRAIG says 'oh shoot that's my bus, gotta go, but hey you and buck should come round for dinner one day. my husband keeps saying we need to make more queer friends with kids since we moved here! ok byeeee' and eddie goes home thinking I'll just explain next time I see him it's fine and hey I can hook him up with hen and karen I bet they'll get along great. and the thought makes him feel...... something.

and he is going to explain to craig, he is, but the next time they bump into each other is right after him and buck have had an argument, like they keep having since buck moved into his new place, and it's nice to be able to vent to someone who doesn't know buck but who has the right... well, no, the wrong idea about what place buck occupies in eddie's life. but it's nice to be able to vent without having to explain. so eddie doesn't explain. and he keeps not explaining, while craig gets the impression that eddie and buck are going through a really rough patch since buck's dad died but eddie wants to make it work while buck keeps pulling away.

OBVIOUSLY they're grabbing coffee one day when buck happens to walk into the same coffee shop. EDDIE! HEY! and... uh who's this?

eddie, kill bill sirens blaring: this is craig. my... friend. from the gym.

buck: oh that's cool... you've never mentioned him before....

craig, desperately: you must be buck!! I've heard so much about you! don't worry, I'm a married man, not that you would have anything to worry about anyway. eddie's so committed

buck: he is?

eddie with one thousand yard stare: i am

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just say you don't care that he's transphobic and go. it's fine! just be honest with yourself and quit the weird contortion act about it

Mmmmmm, nope. I’m not going to do that because I’m not transphobic. But again, great example of a fan being unable to critically think about a topic or have any actual discussion before simply attacking….

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911twt has gotten out of hand.

Why am I seeing multiple posts from fans saying they’ve contemplated suicide because of the hate they’re receiving from other fans?

Fandom used to be a fun, creative space for everyone — even when people disagreed. Now it feels like World War III over the smallest differences.

If you’re someone who constantly sends hate to others or finds yourself getting that personally upset over fan content or opinions, it might be time to take a step back.

Fandom should be a joyful escape — not something that drives people into depression. And if it is making you feel like that, please remember:

You have a world outside of fandom. You deserve to be in spaces that don’t treat you like garbage.

I’m so exhausted by these endless hate trains.

These are real people you’re targeting — not just screen names.

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keep thinking about those screenshots of buck's house after bobby died. no flowers. no one sent him flowers because it wasn't his dad who died, not really. just like chris leaving wasn't his son leaving, not really. eddie going to texas wasn't his partner leaving, not really. buck occupies all of these spaces unofficially and he knows who he is to them but when they leave he's always, always left with nothing. again. most important relationships of his life and he's empty-handed and wondering if he'd imagined it all in the first place.

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would love an episode where Eddie realizes he is in love with buck and the narrative mocking him by playing love songs whenever buck comes on screen

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Buck and Eddie are fascinating because it’s just two guys who constantly tell each other (maybe not explicitly) “hey, as someone who cares about you, when you’re hurting I’m hurting. So if you can’t care about yourself for yourself right now at least do it for me and for our family.”

But then like. Never internalizing that lesson for themselves.

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god i just want season nine to have Eddie so fucking cuckoo bananas over Buck, in general and also while Buck is withdrawing from him in an effort to get over him. i want Eddie to be so pathetic about Buck. i want him losing his mind every time Buck is out of sight. i want him C L I N G I N G to Buck. he’s always at his side. he’s always asking “you seen Buck?” if he’s gone more than thirty seconds without Buck in his line of sight. i want him planning little day trips to take Buck on for their days off. i want him inventing literally any excuse possible to get Buck to spend time at his house. i want him pursuing Buck while being so hideously, wretchedly, beautifully in love that it’s bleeding out of him with every word and glance and touch. i want to see him so in love that Buck doesn’t know what hit him.