#buck got an ass

[loserdiaz]

buck crawling into an active shooter situation for eddie and eddie climbing to the top of the ladder in a lightning storm to save buck because they have each other's back. because that's the deal they made since the very first day.

[elfwithagoodgaydar]

actually intoxicating the choice of having tommy calling "buck" "evan" when very clearly he's aware that no one but him does it and like when you pay attention is so pretentious because everyone is calling this guy "buck" left n right and then comes tommy and calls him "evan" with the sweetest tone he can possibly utter

[anonymouspuzzler]

gayass old men btw.................

[sunshinediaz]

snippet sunday

hi friends, i'm gonna share something i've shared before because i LIKE it a lot + buck being a demanding bossy bottom is sooo good (but pls dw eddie gets his turn at being a sloppy silly bottom too and he's SO hot for it)

anyway this is nsfw

“Buck, baby. I want to ask you something.”  Buck nods wildly, knocking his nose against Eddie’s in his fervor. “Fuck and talk at the same time.” He reaches down and grabs hold of Eddie’s ass with both hands, squeezing and pinching as he lifts his hips up to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock. “C’mon, Eds. Be a—a good boy for me. Fuck me—fuck me please.”  Bubbles of static electricity swarm Eddie, springing from each point of contact between them and ricocheting to every untouched inch of his body. He drops down heavily, blanketing Buck’s body with his own, and fucks hard and sloppy and eager. Buck muffles a hiccuped moan against the scruff of Eddie’s cheek, breathy and pitched high. Eddie grins, mollified.   “Like that, baby?”  “Yeah,” Buck grunts, panting against Eddie’s cheek. He wraps his legs around Eddie’s waist, kicking him closer and deeper with his heels, and meets Eddie’s thrusts with little ones of his own. “Yeah, fuck, like that. Just like that.”  Eddie finds Buck’s lips, eating the mewls that fall from Buck’s mouth. It’s little sobs of too-good, too-sharp pleasure; a staccato of breaths that get stuck in his chest on each withdraw and shoved out on every thrust forward. Eddie’s so deep inside Buck—he can feel himself, right up in Buck’s guts, beneath the muscle and fat of Buck’s tummy where his prick’s at, twitching from friction and sensation.  “Buck,” he says, smearing Buck’s name all along Buck’s cheek and throat and chin. They’re so wet, so sweaty, that Buck can’t get a good grip on his back to scratch his nails in without slipping. “Buck, baby. Marry me. Please marry me.”  Beneath him, Buck’s body jolts. “Goddamn, Eddie,” Buck swears, but it kind of feels like a benediction, a prayer sweeter than any he’s every heard. Buck cradles his cheeks in both hands and sucks on his tongue, loud and free in his pleasure. He laughs like sunshine. “No.” 

i was tagged by @hippolotamus, @try-set-me-on-fire, @callaplums, @thewolvesof1998, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @exhuastedpigeon, @honestlydarkprincess, @jesuisici33, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwaH MWAH

and i'm tagging @watchyourbuck, @eddiediaztho, @fortheloveofbuddie, @callmenewbie, and whoever else wants to share consider yourself tagged 🫶🏼

[lovecolibri]

Oliver to FOX as he spills the tea about Buddie

[the-likesofus]

lightning crashes

AKA the coma!buck brain rot has taken hold and is now steering the ship

the insanity that is this fic started because of this post by @deluweil

6x10 spec fic // Coma!Buck

9-1-1 on Fox | 9783 words | eddie diaz needs a hug...badly, buck is asleep for most of this, medical inaccuracies cos science is only here for the drama, major injury but he lives, angst with a happy ending, getting together

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The sky is illuminated as he falls, and Eddie can clearly see the outline of the engine as he's thrown backward through the air. The crack of his helmet hitting the ground echoes through his skull and reverberates down the length of his spine. The nerves in the ends of his fingers tingle with the impact and the wind is knocked out of his lungs. 

He heaves a breath and groans as he tries to roll onto his side. His head is spinning and he feels a little bit nauseous. Bobby is next to him in an instant with a hand on his shoulder and around his back, carefully leveraging Eddie to sit up straight and then pulling him to his feet. 

“Are you okay?” Bobby shouts over the thunder and the rain. Water pours over the shoulders of his turnout and Eddie can feel it sliding beneath the collar of his own coat. “Eddie? Are you hurt?”

In his daze, Eddie struggles to meet Bobby’s eyes, looking around and taking in flashes of the parking lot as lightning continues to create a strobing effect. The engine is to his right. The platform at the base of the ladder is singed and blackened not a foot from where he was standing as the arm bounces and swings precariously. 

Eddie swings his head around again, wrenching himself out of Bobby’s grasp.

“Buck? Buck!” He can’t see him. Through the rain and the wind, his eyes track the length of the aerial but Buck is nowhere to be seen. “No, no no. Buck!”

Eddie takes one stumbling step after another, every bone in his body aches and screams in tandem with the shouts climbing up his throat in desperate chorus. “Buck!” 

Absently Eddie knows that Bobby is following him as he rounds the engine, still scanning the arm of the ladder and the ground beneath it. 

There.  

Eddie scrambles across the tarmac, his chest heaving and his heart aching as he races toward the heap of limbs and kevlar. The reflective strips on Buck’s turnout catch in the next flash of lightning and the BUCKLEY printed across his back is illuminated like a beacon. He’s laying on his front with one side of his face pressed into the tarmac, his arms, and legs folded beneath him on uncomfortable angles. 

“Buck! Buck! Can you hear me?” Eddie gets to his side and sinks to his knees, choking on a sob. Buck’s eyes are open but vacant, his helmet is resting on the ground a mere five feet from his body, slowly rocking back and forth on its rounded edge. 

“Buck. Please.” He gasps and his hands shake as he reaches out for his best friend. Eddie’s hands never shake. He doesn’t panic, he does not panic. “Buck!” 

Bobby’s hands land on Eddie’s shoulders and when that isn’t enough he grips under his armpits and bodily drags Eddie backward as Hen and Chimney materialize on either side of Buck’s prone body. “Eddie, Eddie. Come on.”

“No! No, please. Buck!” He’s hysterical, he knows he’s being ridiculous. Screeching and crying are doing nothing to help Buck but something horrible has taken him over at the site. 

Bobby trips over his own feet under Eddie's dead weight and they both fall to the ground. Bobby’s arms wrap around Eddie’s shoulders like a vice and he sinks into him with a heavy, shaking sigh, exhaling out his nose as his own tears mix with the rain streaming down his cheeks. 

He whispers as if there is anyone who can hear him over the wind and the rain. Anyone. “Please.”

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[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Taichi while slamming the door shut, terrified: Who wants to make 5 bucks?

Kiyotaka: How?

Taichi: I need someone to take the fall.

Takaaki in another room: Oh my God...

Kiyotaka: What did you do?

Taichi: I can't answer that. No questions asked.

Takaaki in another room: Oh! My! GOD!!

Kiyotaka and Chihiro:...

Kiyotaka: Make it 10!

Taichi: Good! *opens door*

Takaaki in another room: OH MY GOD!!!

Taichi: You're a good son. *grabs Taka and rushes out of the room with him* I GOT HIM, HONEY!! I GOT HIM, DON'T WORRY!!

[otrtbs]

3k words of straight smut have been written today and i've hit a roadblock just me n the doc having a stare down of despair

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

one of the biggest scams in the modern day is high-end makeup and skincare. how has the industry convinced hundreds of thousands of women that 40 dollars is an acceptable price for a lip gloss. everytime I walk into a sephora I feel like I've entered an alternate dimension where everyone has hundreds of dollars lying around and they all like the same five shades of brown

[howdoyousleep3]

tonight i can’t stop thinking about a ballsy, bratty, huffy baby bucky who damn near outright refuses to call steve Daddy and how much his baby’s defiance digs under steve’s skin, so much so he has to do something about it 😤😩🫣

[mellaithwen]

Your tag! I know it’s ~just~ a dream but Buck deserves his moment with his sisters abuser. I bet there’s so much he’s always wanted to say and never felt able to but now that he’s standing right in front of him?

Also, what if we get a visual representation of his words in 2.01? He shifts so he’s standing right between Maddie and Doug and he repeats what he said to her when she first told him the truth.

Yessssssssssss!?!??!?!?!

The image of him literally standing there like a wall between Maddie and Doug would be amazing (I wonder if Oliver's taller than Brian?) because the last time Buck would've seen him, he would have been a teenager--the only family Maddie had at her wedding--and he didn't know what he knows now; Doug kidnapped Maddie - he stabbed Chim - he stabbed Maddie and left her with the trauma of both his abuse, and her having to kill him in self-defence. And Buck's so proud of her for not giving up, but you know he'd hate that she was ever in that position in the first place :')

Buck blames himself for a lot of things too -- and I've always wondered if some of his yelling at his parents in 4x04 ("You should've known!" etc) was aimed at himself a little too. Maddie's the only one in his family who loved him/cared about him, and Buck just didn't know what was happening.

And in the years of no contact, he obviously assumed it was what Maddie wanted, and he just sent postcards in the end--but with hINDSIGHT he must have wondered what might have been different if he'd just turned up on their doorstep one day.

Buck's not a kid anymore, and Doug is right there in front of him. Like???? the possibilities????? are??? wild!?!?! I can't wait.

[mantisgodsart]

(via @cordycepsbian)

We can answer this actually we love talking about Cool Art Stuff.

Despite what one may assume, sharp edges in watercolor is actually quite easy! Come, sit, allow us to share our secrets. It's like 50% "materials" and 50% "we spent a long-ass time figuring out how to do sharp edges in watercolor and now we're really good at figuring out the exact combos of consistency and brush stroke required to make those really hard edges"

The first trick is, of course, to not try and do it at the beginning of the painting. When you're just starting to block shapes in to your watercolor, pursuing sharp edges is a fool's ordeal, and you can only really get those sharp edges in as finishing touches near the end of the work.

The second trick is to work wet-on-dry - this limits the spread of the watercolor and allows you to prevent bleeding, but you have to make sure your painting is COMPLETELY dry before painting, or you'll risk having some ill-defined lines and bleeding.

The third trick is to work with... cake watercolors? There's a tern for it, we just can't remember it - dry pan watercolors, where you have to wet the paint to "activate" it, offer you a LOT more control over the consistency of your paint, and using a relatively thick paint will allow you some REALLY sharp lines! Fair warning, your mileage may vary based on the specific paints you use just because pigment is Expensive and cheaper brands of watercolor will almost definitely be, like, cutting out as much pigment as they can manage in order to cut corners, and the sharp edges will be less obvious the more transparent they are.

As a general rule of thumb when you pay for Fancy watercolor you're paying for the insane amount of pigment that they put in their Fancy Stuff and that lends itself a lot more to Sharp Lines (plus one thing of it will last Fucking Forever). The black we use Specifically is an Artisanal Fancy Brand that we don't remember the name of and we've been using the same ~$10 thing for more than a year without even using up half of it, but honestly the actual paints you use are the Least important part of doing watercolor, you can do like the exact same thing with dollar store paints it'll just be a bit less pigmented.

The fourth trick is to just, like, practice a TON. You WILL have to spend time getting it right. It will take a Long-Ass Time. You will have So Much Trouble. Unfortunately this step cannot be avoided but we can still warn you that you'll be trying to make really sharp lines for like an hour and it still won't quite work.

The last trick is to uhh

[sunshinediaz]

wip wednesday ♥️

happy wednesday friends <3 i was tagged by @wikiangela, @exhuastedpigeon, and @rogerzsteven to share something so thank u all mwah

this is from eddie vs the hoa because he and buck made a pallet of blanket in the living room floor to sleep on and i think it was cute so please enjoy 🫶🏼

“I know,” Buck says, a little drowsy. And he does know—Eddie’s told him everything. There’s no secrets between them. “It’s big enough for you and Chris to grow in.”  “I think it could be a forever home.” It’s a whisper because anything louder might disrupt the moment. “Mine and my son’s and yours, too.”  Buck blinks, slow and sleepy. He’s less than five minutes from falling asleep; he worked so hard today. He deserves to rest. “Mine?” he repeats, voice pitched high like he doesn’t quite believe it.  Eddie’ll make him.  “Yours.” He reaches out, picks at a dark eyelash resting on Buck’s cheek, and holds the tip of his finger near Buck’s mouth. “Make a wish.”  Buck’s eyes cross, twin blobs of blue in the flickering light of the laptop screen, and he puckers his lips to blow a bit of cool air. The eyelash drifts off somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder, but he doesn’t care to know because the color of Buck’s eyes is the same shade of blue the sky was the night he stayed up with his abuelo.  “What’d you wish for?”  Buck chuckles. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”  Eddie hums. “I’ll make it come true,” he swears, and he thinks Buck’s cheeks tint red, but it might just be from the light of the laptop screen. 

no pressure tagging @honestlydarkprincess, @giddyupbuck, @eowon, @eddiediaztho, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @thewolvesof1998, @alyxmastershipper, @jeeyuns, @fortheloveofbuddie, @hippolotamus, @ladydorian05, @callmenewbie, @nmcggg, and anybody else who wants to share something!

[direful]

death to the nerds trying to resell the mtmte collections for crazy amnts on ebay btw.

[majimassqueaktoy]

Jess are you going to play gaiden soon? I want to hear your thoughts on a few things 👀

I'm too poor :[ also unrelated

why tumblr showin the asks like this

[housewifebuck]

FireFam road-trip, Buck & Eddie get left behind somewhere

"They left us"

"Yup"

"On purpose?"

"Probably not"

"How long until they realise?"

"At least an hour"

"huh"

"..."

"Wanna fuck"

"Sure"

Buck and Eddie are forcibly removed from Disney world for fucking on a park bench