the best thing about buddie is that they don’t know. still. neither of them knows why they are the way they are. neither of them have ever really had strong male friendships before. certainly not in adulthood. so they don’t know that theirs isn’t quote unquote normal. eddie doesn’t know why “she sees me” felt like a punch or why “i kind of can’t stop thinking about him” felt like being dunked in cold water. buck doesn’t know that you can be jealous of two contradicting things at once or why “this doesn’t change a thing between us” didn’t offer as much relief as he’d been expecting it to. because of course he knew what eddie was going to say. he knows eddie. they’re both idiots. they’re both so blind to what they’ve been building. but they are so so close to figuring it out.
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guys, i think the hermits are going to accidentally start a prank war again. because just like last time, a game of telephone has begun.
first, false made iskall's build into ''false beans,'' her shop from the previous season. however, to give herself plausible deniability, she signs it with "love, Joel. x" due to his username, smallishbeans.
next, iskall sees this, and completely believes it. he thinks it was joel who pranked him, and as he says to pearl while showing off the sign, which he kept even after tearing the prank down, "joel gave me a kiss." in his most recent video, he pranks joel by sending him loads of anonymous messages in order to completely spam and fill his inbox, preventing him from getting any more mail, with notes such as "thinking about you. x"
of course, joel is going to have absolutely no context for this, because he didn't make the initial prank. so who is joel going to assume sent him all those messages while he was away on holiday? well, i have a guess.
etho.
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Chimney: Nice sweater, Buck. You lose a bet or something?
Buck: Eddie's gotten into crotcheting and is making all sorts of things now, including this sweater
Chimney: So you didn't lose a bet, you just lost to love?
Buck: It's not that bad
Chimney: It looks like a cat threw up on its own puke.
Eddie: Hey fellas. What's going on?
Buck: Chimney loved this sweater. Now he wants one exactly like this one so we can be twins!
Eddie: *practically bouncing on his feet* I'll make you one!
Chimney: You really don't have to.
Eddie: Don't be silly, Chim, I got you! A sweater that looks like a cat threw up on its own puke? How can you resist, right?
Chimney: *gulps* Right.
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i can't believe i drew the cartoon time-traveling gay old men with separation anxiety in 2024. god. i found that lil doodle in my 2017-18 sketchbook and i decided to redraw it lol, n then i just made the dumb doodles below. fighting the urge to call them a found family even tho milo’s got a perfectly loving family at home isnidjuwhudjs
since i'm sick i decided to treat myself and make something self-indulgent real quick :) back to grinding now
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So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw
"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"
"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"
"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"
"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."
"… Maddie?"
"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."
There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"
"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.
"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"
Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.
"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."
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“end up like me.” a disappointment. a failure. a walking mess who can’t hold onto a relationship to save his life.
“you didn’t end up like you.” you’ve survived. you’ve coped. you’ve grown into the exact type of man that i hope my son will become.
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