#but even if it's not ace eddie

[warpedpuppeteer]

I really love the idea of Buck being the one who's been secretly in love with Eddie the whole time. Because when it comes to Eddie, he doesn't really seem to give much thought to dating until someone pushes him to it?? But Buck always seems to be thinking about how to be a better person (choosing to go to therapy, being open about what he wants in a relationship and such). So in my head, between the two, Buck is the one more likely to figure it out first before Eddie. And he's just sweet enough to think Eddie might not want this so he supports Eddie dating others and even dates people himself (thinking that this thing with Eddie will never happen so why not). It's like, he's pining but not in a "i will stay miserable about it" way??? Does that make sense?? Buck's just the kind of person who is like 'you might not love me but i will steal the moon for you, i will fight the world for you, i will bring you all the stars in the universe'.

Eddie is the kind if person who needs to be told "hey have you ever thought about dating buck? how he checks all your boxes? how you're both raising a child together and have each other's backs and are comfortable with each other?" and it makes him go OH, i never thought about that. And then he starts seeing Buck in a whole different way you know. Like, here's the person Chris likes, who will protect Chris and takes care of him like his own, who knows his family, who will always come save Eddie no matter what, who's been there for Eddie's highs and absolute lows. Like, all the things Eddie worries about when finding a partner is something Buck already fulfills. So why not date Buck?? Why did he never think of this??

[tainebot01]

You know, the AAI2 fandom’s insistence on referring to the characters by their fan localized names we’ve had for like a decade instead of the ones we received this week is really funny. It almost reminds me of something…

God damn it.

[firehose118]

thinking about how tommy is uniquely positioned to help eddie in s8

under the watchful eye of catholicism, eddie would have been raised to believe in the nuclear family. this is the schema of family eddie has been trying to impose on himself and chris, at least in part because he feels like it's his fault that chris doesn't have a mother. he feels like their family is incomplete without a mother

whether eddie is actually straight or not, it's clear that he's chafing within the confines of this unexamined, prescribed, idealistic kind of heterosexuality. ryan guzman has said as much: eddie is trying to force the kinds of relationships with women that he feels like he's supposed to have, rather than ones that would actually make him happy

tommy spent decades in the closet; hiding both from himself and from the outside world. he had to come to terms with the reality of his desires and with the fact that he was not sexually or romantically attracted to women, no matter how hard he tried to force himself to be

tommy had to accept that the life that he grew up believing he would have—the one that he was told over and over again was the only acceptable way for him to live—was not a life that could ever make him happy. he is not what he thought he was supposed to be, but there's nothing wrong with that

now it's eddie's turn to learn this. he is trying with increasingly disastrous results to recreate 1:1 what he and chris had with shannon without remembering that it fell apart the first time—without allowing himself to remember how miserable he and shannon both were. eddie thinks he can force these relationships to work because he's done it before and he was happy. but he didn't, and he wasn't

maybe eddie is gay. maybe he's bi, maybe he's ace. maybe he really is straight and he just has a lot more work to do to disentangle his ideas of romantic partner and mother of my child from each other—to see a relationship as a partnership for himself rather than as payment for a debt he feels he owes to his son

eddie needs to stop getting into relationships based on guilt—based on obligation and what he thinks is the right or even the only thing to do—and start figuring out what he actually wants out of a relationship for himself

regardless of what, exactly, the writers decide eddie's core denial is going to be, tommy is the most qualified person to help him through it right now. tommy has been there. tommy knows how hard it is to date a woman who is perfectly lovely on paper and to just not be able to love her the way she deserves—because of him

tommy knows what it's like to feel broken because of this. and tommy knows what it's like to fight his way to the understanding that he is not

there was nothing wrong with tommy: he was just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because that's what was expected of him

there is nothing wrong with eddie: he is just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because he thinks that's what is expected of him

tommy can help eddie get there

[aceredshirt13]

the Raymond Shields chat has come to the conclusion that we’ll accept some of the new first names as middle names. Sebastian Eustace Debeste. Raymond Edward Shields. There is however nothing salvageable about Verity Gavelle

[momotonescreaming]

Aesxual Eddie Munson who just never considered sex as a option. Why would he? He's got Dungeons and Dragons, he's got his metal music, he's got his friends. He's happy without it. He goes to deal at parties and watches drunk teens try and hook up and finds he honestly doesn't care at all.

[hipstercabbage]

official english translation of ace attorney investigations 2. but at the cost of Eustace Winner

[clockworkvampyre]

i kind of love how the aa fanbase has so quickly shifted from being excited about the official port of aai to freaking out over the new officially localized names of the characters within the span of just a couple of days

[strawberrybyers]

something that will always be funny to me is that finn wolfhard and my dad looked alike as teenagers and my dad’s middle name is michael but uses “mike” for short and my mom once told me she speculated that my dad could be gay

[onceuponalegendbg]

Nooooooo!!!!

What have they done to my kids?!?!

Eddie Fender?!

Verity Gavelle?!?!?!?!?

Eustice Winner?!?

Why are these so bad?!?!

They’ve massacred my babies!!!

[theclaravoyant]

not to be en ess eff double you about it but the sheer goddamn pleasure Eddie Manchurian Catholic Diaz is going to get when his man finally gets his lips/hands/other body parts on him and he experiences making love the way it’s meant to feel is 👌 👌 👌 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥

[probablygayattorneys]

Wake up babes, AAI Collection has a new protagonist.

[kugamoogle]

I've seen a couple posts talking about combining Eustace/Sebastian's fan and official names together as a fun little compromise (which I love!!), and while most of the focus has indeed been on him because of his....interesting choice of surname, I've also seen almost as many posts talking about disliking Ray/Eddie's name change too—mostly due to the lack of subtlety with his new name and the erasure of the sword and shield motif, and wanted to share a compromise my friend and I came up with in case it helps anyone:

Eddie is short for Edmund.

Admittedly "Edmund" isn't a name I'm particularly fond of myself—I definitely prefer the way Raymond sounds and I think it suits his design better, but it shares the same root suffix—and subsequently a similar meaning—to "Raymond", with the ending suffix meaning "protector", and thus brings back some of the subtlety of his fan name. It's also not a perfect homage to the shield aspect, but personally I only recognized "Edgeworth" as being sword related at all after seeing the Japanese name (granted, I'm also dumb) so....make of it what you will ig.

Not a perfect solution (and I don't think I'm the first to come up with this specific idea by any means!), but since the majority of the complaints I've seen are about the meaning and the pun, versus issues with the actual name fitting his design or the sound of it, I figured it may help someone.

I will also agree he doesn't look like an "Edmund", but honestly that's just more of a reason for him to go by Eddie. Lol.

[avnasace]

you ever think about the fact that bucks main source of shown care/love (outside of maddie) from when he was a child was whenever he was hurt he would be given affection?

but when he hurt eddie he stood there and let everyone else help him instead? and then isolated himself from him

(obviously hes also worried eddies mad at him, but i couldnt help but think of his parents only ever caring when he was injured, and him choosing to stay away because he didnt want to treat eddie like he'd been treated)

[elvensorceress]

Wednesday WIP

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Thursday is Pepa’s day off and she suggests meeting at her house and having lunch and coffee with a friend of hers. Which is very obviously code for setting Eddie up on a blind date under her watchful supervision this time. 

And he’s too tired to argue. He wants to find someone. He does. He’s trying to remember. That’s he whole point of letting her do this. He’s clearly not good at finding anyone or asking them out. Or at opening up his heart but that’s beside the point. He can’t pick someone who doesn’t look at him romantically. There has to be someone else who makes him feel something. 

So, he dresses nicely, wears a subtle cologne that doesn’t make Chris wrinkle his nose and call him stinky, and he fixes his hair even though it doesn’t really cooperate the way he wants it to and the pomade he has is older, almost gone, and has been making his hair crunchy in a way that is not attractive. But usually if he looks nice enough, then people forget how bad he is at dating. Not that he likes the kind of people who are only into him for his looks. But he has to play to his strengths here and The Monologue and small talk are not one of them. 

Pepa opens the door with far too eager twinkles in her eyes. “Good. Finally. Let’s get you inside.”

Eddie follows her to the dining room and there are two older women who are likely close to Pepa’s age, and a younger man who is maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. Eddie stops near the kitchen and glances around but there’s no evidence for any other people. No other pairs of shoes by the front door, only two other purses by the island that aren’t Pepa’s. Only one open place setting at the table next to the man. 

Maybe he’s older than he looks? Maybe he’s attached to the woman sitting across from him? Maybe they’re a couple and maybe one of the women is actually younger than she looks? It’s hard to tell age sometimes so who knows what is going on?

When Eddie does nothing but stand near the kitchen, gaping and not moving, Pepa wraps a hand around his arm and pulls him to the side out of their line of sight. 

“Tía,” he starts but maybe this isn’t a set up. Maybe it’s not a date at all. Maybe they’re here to give him really embarrassing advice or maybe she just wanted to show off her nephew or something? Although why she would want to do that when Eddie is nothing but a whole ass mess is beyond him. “I thought this was another blind date.”

She pats his arm and nods. “It is.”

Okay. O—Kay. Then— “And who am I supposed to be dating?”

She smiles and it’s more than a little devious but clearly pleased with herself. “His name is Antonio.”

Oh, is that all. His name is Antonio. His name. His. 

Eddie’s non-living heart definitely has some anxiety to say about that. 

Obviously Buck is a man and Eddie knows that and he is not homophobic or stupid — maybe he’s a little stupid because wow, does he feel stupid. 

But feeling so much, too much for your best friend because they’re the person you’re closest to, the person you trust with your life, the person who picks you up and saves you when you need it, the person you love more than basically anything and everything… is different than the assumption that Eddie might like a random man. 

Maybe Eddie is in love with one very specific man. But it’s not about Buck being a man. It’s not about Buck being some defining factor in Eddie’s sexuality because no thank you to that. It’s not about Buck specifically. It’s just that sexuality is complicated and gender is also very complicated and attraction is so subjective and weird and what does it even mean? Eddie doesn’t want to jump into bed with anyone. Who cares if someone is pretty or handsome or beautiful? It doesn’t make them a good person. It doesn’t make them a good parent or a good friend. Who the fuck cares what someone looks like? It says nothing about potential compatibility. Being in love with someone doesn’t have anything to do with being a good match either. 

Where that leaves him now? Eddie has no fucking clue. 

Pepa rests her hands on Eddie’s upper arms. “He is not expecting anything, Eddito. Do not worry.”

“He’s not— What is he expecting? Is this not a date? You wanted to set me up on a date, but— but you always have me meet women, and—” And Eddie doesn’t know where this came from. 

Actually, he takes that back. He knows plenty where it might have come from because people have always made comments about him being soft and overdramatic and affectionate and well, queer. But it doesn’t mean anything. They don’t know what he thinks and feels. 

They wouldn’t know. No one does. 

“And you have turned down or ignored every single woman I have set you up with. Haven’t you?” Pepa gives him a stern but not overly serious look. 

It wasn’t intentional or anything. Eddie just… he tried? He tried, okay. Feeling anything for a stranger is difficult. He tried to get to know a few of them more, but people are impatient and these things take time, and how is Eddie supposed to fall in love with anyone when he’s already in love with someone else? 

“There are only so many single women in Los Angeles,” Pepa continues. “And I would like to have some friends still since you have been rejecting everyone I have suggested? No? Your friends, Karen and Linda, too? We’ve found you plenty of lovely, beautiful women. And your answer is always the same.”

Eddie sighs. “Tía, I—” What does he say? Can he look her in the eyes and tell her he is 100% uninterested in men? Because she will see through him in a heartbeat. 

Is he interested in men? Is he interested in anyone? He loved Shannon but when other people described crushes and falling in love and wanting someone, it didn’t feel like that for Eddie. She was his best friend. It was comfortable. She was fun and free and magical. Shannon was special. And Buck is also special. 

And nothing means anything and what does Eddie even do here? 

“You do not have to do anything,” she insists. “Talk to him. He is here to talk and maybe get to know you because it is 2023 and we live in Los Angeles and there is no reason not to consider something unconventional. Yes? He is also,” she makes her eyes big and intense and leans in to tell him in an exaggerated, dramatic voice, “Very nice.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. And yeah. He probably deserves that one. 

“And he is very handsome and a doctor, a pediatrician, so he is good with children, and he knows you are uncertain and unlucky in love—”

Oh, wonderful. That’s exactly what Eddie wants everyone to know. How bad he is at this. 

“—and maybe you will surprise yourself.”

Or maybe this will be like everything else because Eddie is fucked up and trying too hard and it has to show to every single person he meets. 

What if men might be more interesting to him? Or interesting at all? He’s never actually tried to date a man. How would he know if it works for him or not? It’s not as if the concept bothers him. He’s thought plenty about what it would be like to share his life with another man. 

He’s dreamed of waking with Buck’s arms around him. He’s thought about what it would be like to kiss him gently until he smiles and pulls Eddie closer. Every time they do laundry together or cook together or do the dishes or take turns picking Chris up from school and helping him with his homework, Eddie wishes it could always be the three of them. When Eddie is lonely and aching to be touched with love and affection, he wonders how it would feel to have Buck’s hands on his body. He’s wondered what it would be like to make love with him. 

But people have random sexual thoughts that don’t necessarily have anything to do with a person’s sexuality and it’s Buck and Eddie is absolutely in love with Buck. 

And Buck has a girlfriend and that is a disaster and he doesn’t want Eddie that way anyway. 

So.

“Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Surprise blooms over Pepa’s face for half a second, and then she’s back to smirking. She leads him into the dining room and introduces him to Antonio. 

[panicatthediaz]

Holy shit I am alive! Well, I'm just on Tumblr less, but I'm around. And I'm still writing!! If you couldn't guess by the not actual Sunday posting, I'm not ready to go back to regular posting. On top of on-a-whim WIPs I have at least one work project a week, and this week is my last week before finals for the semester :) somebody save me But I wanted to give y'all something, so this is it.

[Part 1] – [Part 10] – [Part 12]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 11

A song

When he started high school months ago, Eddie hadn't expected to find people that shared his interests for a while; he wasn't the oldest guy in the band, but the rest of Corroded Coffin still had to finish middle school, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

In the end, Ollie, their drummer, decided to drag him to a D&D session, and the rest was history. It had been some of the best fun he had, and he was sure the others would like it too.

It had also become a small problem.

Eddie dropped himself on the couch next to Wayne as soon as he got home. Hellfire had run a little bit later than expected, but it was the last session before winter break, it couldn't be helped.

No, the problem wasn't the sessions running late. Wayne was usually at work by the time they were done, and on the off chance he had a Friday off, he was always warned of where he was.

(Eddie would not make that mistake, ever, where Wayne was concerned.)

Wayne glanced at him but kept his attention on the crossword he was working on as Eddie fidgeted with his ring. The radio played softly somewhere close to them.

Okay, calling it a problem was a little dramatic even for him. It wasn't a problem. It wasn't. But it was a little unexpected, he'd never even thought it was a possibility.

"Alright, kid." Wayne put the newspaper down, turning slightly to look at him. "What's goin' on with you?"

"Uh," he stalled like an idiot. If something would make Wayne assume something was wrong, hesitating would be it. "I don't… It's not bad."

"But it is something," Wayne guessed. "What kind of something?"

"You ever figure something out that you thought you knew about yourself?" Eddie asked, but made a face immediately after, twisting in his seat to look at Wayne as well. "Like… You thought something, but it turns out that the truth is something else?" He chanced a look at Wayne's face and saw a flicker of understanding. "It's nothing bad! I promise it's nothing bad."

Wayne nodded. "You said that, Eddie, and I believe you." His eyes unfocused for a moment, in a way Eddie knew meant his uncle was looking for words. "Well, there was that one time I learned I'm allergic to grapes, remember?"

Eddie nodded. That had happened years ago when his Ma was still alive, and it had freaked him out as a kid. It had been a surprise to Wayne as well.

"Now, I'm guessin' this isn't about food, or even music," he prompted. Eddie nodded, looking down at his hands and spinning the ring on his finger. "You know whatever's in your head is safe here, Eddie."

"I know," he groaned. "It's just… not something I expected?" Eddie shrugged. "I told you about Dylan, right?"

"Yeah?" Wayne nodded, looking a little confused. "First kid from your club to actually try and teach you that game of yours? You made 'im kinda hard to forget, Eddie." The smirk was both on Wayne's face and voice. Eddie flopped onto his back, almost hitting his head on the arm of the couch and causing Wayne to huff a laugh. "What about him?"

"Ollie said he was flirting. With me," he clarified while looking at the trailer ceiling. There was a stain up there that they should probably look into at some point.

"And that's not bad."

Eddie hummed his negative, spinning the ring that used to be his mother's.

"I mean, I didn't notice but Ollie swears he was." His hands started moving above his body. "And while Kant was driving us all home, I realized that I didn't really mind if he was, it's—it's kinda nice, and I wouldn't mind!" He raised his head a little to look at Wayne. "I mean, I know there's nothing wrong with liking another boy," he said in a low voice. At this time, there wasn't anyone to overhear their conversation. It just seemed like the softness was needed. "I just never stopped to think about it."

Wayne hummed thoughtfully, and Eddie stretched out on the couch, unceremoniously dropping his feet on Wayne's lap.

"Pretty sure this is a good age to be thinking about this stuff, Eddie." Wayne patted his leg, ignoring the noise he'd just made. "I was about 20 when I thought, hell, maybe I'm better off just by myself."

"I spent all that time telling Dick that I wasn't interested in boys like that," Eddie mused, the nickname he bestowed upon his father making him smile. Wayne shook his head with a smile of his own. "Might have saved some time if I'd just—"

"Don't even go there, kid," he interrupted. "Your old man was a piece of work who couldn't handle not being in control."

Eddie sighed, nodding slowly. "So, what do I do?"

"About what?"

"Wayne!" Eddie shot up from the couch, standing in front of his uncle with his arms crossed.

"Alright, alright," Wayne conceded with a chuckle. "Do you like him?"

"I…" Eddie frowned, thinking it over. "Think so?" Wayne raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. "He's a good person! He listens, y'know, and he's nice to be around."

"That ain't quite enough, kid," Wayne said softly. "You need to know for sure because people have their expectations in a relationship, and you need to know whether you two can find a middle ground."

"Expectations like…" His frown deepened, trying to think of something. "What?"

"All sorts of things," Wayne shrugged. "Sex, for one."

Eddie groaned, sitting down on the little coffee table that was behind him. It creaked ominously for a moment but settled down again. Wayne chuckled and continued talking. Eddie only half listened, as he was prone to when he wasn't interested in the topic, while Wayne kept going about how people — most of them, anyway — eventually wanted more "physical action" out of the relationship. Some sooner than others.

Those were Wayne's words. He wasn't sure how his uncle knew any of it, Eddie had never heard about the man being in any sort of relationship, ever, but the fact was that Eddie would much rather just… not do what he was very obviously implying.

Did people really have nothing better to do? This was starting to feel a little bit like some of the conversations he'd overheard over the halls in high school…

It was kind of ridiculous.

"Okay!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his arms to stop Wayne before he could go into any type of detail. "How the hell do you even know any of this?!"

Wayne shrugged, smiling in a way that made Eddie narrow his eyes. He did not want to know.

"Either way," Wayne continued softly. "Make sure to respect them and that they respect you, kid." He stood up, patting his shoulder. "Just want you to stay safe."

Eddie watched him move to the kitchen for a moment before standing up himself. He turned the radio up a little, just enough to be heard from his room. He didn't think Wayne had anything to worry about; if what he'd just said was true, Eddie was probably better off on his own just as Wayne was.

He lay down on his bed, listening to Woody Guthrie's voice in the background. He wasn't sure which song it was, but he had the impression of it being one of Wayne's favorites. He was sure he'd listened to it a lot since he came live with him.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep to the music.

At some point, Eddie was aware he was on his back. He usually moved around in bed more, but he felt tired. Still tired. He was supposed to feel better rested, he'd been asleep just now.

He could still hear the music on the radio, lowered and muffled somewhere to his right.

Do not think 'bout tomorrow; let tomorrow come and go…

Right, that was Wayne's favorite song, one of the first he'd taught Eddie on the acoustic guitar. Without opening his eyes, he tapped his finger on the bed to the rhythm of it. It wasn't his usual type of music but it was… pleasant.

Something wrapped around his wrist, stilling the movement of his hand. He tensed. The last time something held him— He tried holding onto his sheets, but the thin, scratchy material felt wrong and—

"Eddie," a soft voice called to him. He didn't know it, he didn't like it. Whoever they were, moved their hand so they were holding his hand instead. "Can you squeeze my hand?"

He didn't want to listen to them, but he could tell it was important. It took more effort than he'd expected to put any type of pressure on the hand holding his. He couldn't think of it as a squeeze of any kind.

"That's great, Eddie, that's great." They sounded happy for some reason. "Think you can open your eyes, now?"

Eddie made a noise that might have been a no if he had any more energy. The stranger — a woman, he realized — chuckled.

"I know it's unpleasant, but we really need you to open your eyes."

He wanted to go back to sleep. He was still tired, his body was aching all over, head to toe. But he was pretty sure she wouldn't let him sleep again.

If squeezing her hand took effort, opening his eyes was like… something worse. There was a golden-ish glow to the room he was in, but not much in the way of furniture of any kind. It was him and this lady.

Listen to the steel rails hummin', that's the hobo's lullaby.

"Wayne…?"

[lesbiangiratina]

Straight up kinda thought they were about to kiss here is it really possible for a gear and a forbidden beast to fall in love