#crash and eddie

[arjengelly]

Bakugou talking to the Shimanos about the war

[fandomlife-confessions]

[do-you-know-these-multiples]

[jillyb2004]

Happy (Late) 15th Anniversary to Ice Age: Dawn of The Dinosaurs!

Based on this poster

[iceagearchive]

Also wishing a happy late birthday to Seann William Scott, the voice of Crash!

🧊link🧊

[racheldrawsthis]

now that the game's announced im realizing i can finally post this

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Crashed The Fuck Out

[cantpickyourgenre]

I believe Bobby is coming back from the dead because I think we deserve to live in a world where Kenneth Choi gets to act his ass off by playing a simultaneously relieved/joyous and angry/furious Chimney, who feels like he has to thank Bobby, but also scream at him until his throat is sore because it wasn't fair to make that decision! he's going to say they should have played rock, paper, scissors and Bobby will chuckle because he thinks he's joking like silly haha Chimney, but Chimney is like "no, we should have discussed it, you died and I didn't even get to say thank you. you died and I owed you a debt I didn't even know about. you let me carry that" and he has to wrestle with the guilt of knowing that Bobby would do that for him, not just theoretically, but actual concrete proof that Bobby would die to save him. which they all know on some surface level that they'd die for one another, but it feels like such a far-off concept until it isn't. but Chimney also has to deal with the gratitude because Chimney is also so incredibly thankful that he didn't die. every step of the way he wanted Ravi, Bobby, Buck, and Athena to commit crimes, because he loves his life and he wants to keep living it. he's so overjoyed that he got to go home to his wife and kid, and that comes with its own guilt because how can he be so happy to be home when Bobby DIED. does that make him a monster? that on some level he's HAPPY that Bobby did that? and now he has to FACE Bobby. so he tries to be the Before Chimney who gets people whimsical gifts, but how do you give someone balloons about choosing your life over theirs? and he spirals because he's different now and Bobby is here and he has so so much he wants to say but all of it feels contradictory and unfair and he would normally go to Bobby for advice. so he does. he goes to Bobby and he says "what would you do, if you were in my position?" and Bobby just says "whatever you need to say or feel, I understand" and that just makes Chimney even more upset because what he needs is for none of this to have ever happened. its like they all got a re-do, but kept the memories and the feelings and now he has nowhere appropriate to put them. anyway, Bobby lives and we get Chimney angst yay <3 forever and ever.

[sloasis]

Eddie was in an active warzone , bleeding out while Buck was making drinks and watching that firefighter movie in Peru btw .

[ekrixart]

cool down eddie drawing

[randomalistic]

Have you ever seen 2 creatures of a species act like this before. They’re like the possums from ice age to me

[thirdwheelravi]

in Confessions Buck does not have any idea that Tommy is breaking up with him because of his huge, undefinable feelings for Eddie that he does't know he has and then Buck, not knowing that Tommy has seen Eddie as competition for Buck's time and attention and affection and intimacy, goes directly to Eddie's door the minute Tommy leaves him, quite literally proving that all of Tommy's fears are true. yay

[iceagearchive]

Hello ! I've created this blog to post about and archive things related to the ice age franchise by blue sky studios!

Submissions are open through DM !! Specify if you wanna be anon or not.

You can call me buck on here, please refer to me using he/him ! (Althought I do use other pronouns the default of he/him is ok!)

I have both mental and psychical disabilties, which may make posting hard for me but I'll try to post as much as I can!

I've been interested in ice age since April of this year and ever since it's become a huge comfort of mine! My favorite movie In the franchise is dawn of the dinosaurs and my favorite characters are buck, Sid, granny, scrat, baby scrat and Flynn !

- note this is a side blog and is connected to another acc -

[steviewashere]

Modern AU Eddie when something barely inconveniences him and Steve tries to send him a flirty text in the immediate aftermath:

"Not now, kitten whiskers, daddy is literally going to kill himself."

Steve has a running tab in his notes app where he counts how many days it's been since Eddie has texted him that exact sentence. Slowly, and most of all disappointingly, Steve erases the fat 43 days and sets it back to zero.

He shoots Eddie a text back:

"What happened now?"

Eddie, not even five seconds later:

"Got blown up by a creeper in my survival world on Minecraft. Got reset to spawn because I broke my bed on accident."

Followed up with:

"If this happens again, I'm literally going to just piss on my computer tower and then daddy is going to drown himself by crying in the shower."

Steve sets the 0 on his counter to a -1. And turns his phone on do not disturb. And draws himself a nice, hot bubble bath with candles and a charcuterie board. He'll deal with his boyfriend's dramatics later, he just clocked off a ten hour shift at their local Walmart. Somebody already shattered an entire case of mason jars when they missed the shelf by a good couple feet—his bullshit meter is full and about to burst. (real actual thing that happened to me at my one and only week at walmart before I ended up quitting.)

[weewoo911]

911 really left Fox and immediately went:

[wildehacked]

im in the mood for hugs apparently. so "just really needed a hug sort of hug" for buddie :)

This is both true to the spirit of the prompt and a little dark, sorry. CW for grief, canon-typical death and violence. Classic h/c shit. * It’s Buck’s Kelly day, so Eddie’s partnered with Ravi when they get called out to the goriest scene they’ve been to in a while. Overworked Amazon driver fell asleep at the wheel; the van crashed through the front window of a Starbucks during the eight am before work rush. It’s awful, grinding, bloody work; Eddie digs the driver out of the wreck, and she has a concussion but she’s otherwise fine. He has to hold her back when she realizes what she’s done and starts screaming. He sends her to the hospital where the cops will be waiting for her, even though her shift manager’s the one they should arrest, and then he helps Chim bag a woman who went under the wheels, DOA. She’s white, brunette with bangs, and for a second Eddie’s heart seizes. He blinks again and his heart resumes its regular rhythm. 

Cap takes them offline so they can decontaminate—they all got coated in various bodily fluids on that one—and of course after Eddie’s showered and changed and filled out paperwork, he gets a call from his mom. 

Less said about that, the better. He has a pulsing headache for most of the afternoon. They go on two false alarm medical calls, transport a man with a broken ankle to the ER, and Eddie gets an email from Chris’s school letting him know that Chris got a D- on his big English paper, and that he’ll need to revise if he wants to pass the class. That’s gonna be a fun conversation. Eddie swallows three ibuprofen with a cup of cold coffee, ignoring Hen’s wince. So what if he’s giving himself an ulcer.

Bobby makes comfort food for dinner, because they all need it after the awful morning—spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, iceberg lettuce salad. Eddie eats, but his head’s still going, so the comfort’s a little sparse. 

He tries to call Chris after dinner, but Chris doesn’t pick up. Eddie gets a text a few minutes later that reads hey were in a movie rn, and Eddie writes back okay mijo just checking in. love you, which Chris thumbs up. They get called out to the beach for a dog bite; Eddie chases after the dog in question, but can’t catch him. He does almost wipe out on the boardwalk, though. The night is just on the edge of too cool, not quite summer-perfect, but the moon is full and yellow over the ocean. Chim makes a crack about the full moon crazies, and Eddie rolls his eyes and twists to give Buck shit about it too, but of course Buck’s still not there. 

You been in a mood all day, Hen says, nudging Eddie’s boot with her boot when they’re back in the rig. You good? 

I’m good, Eddie says, just thinking about this morning, and everyone’s faces go somber as they agree. And it was a rough morning. But Eddie’s going to hell, because that’s not what he’s thinking about, not really. 

It’s March 23rd. He could say that out loud, could remind everyone of the date, and no one would know why it matters. Because it doesn’t, to anyone else on the planet. They go check out an apartment building where someone burnt falafel. The problem apartment’s on the fifth floor with no elevator. Eddie’s phone pings as he’s putting the industrial fans back in the rig; it’s a text from Buck, a picture of him and Chris and Chris’s friend Dylan in front of three enormous burgers, looks like Islands. There isn’t really any reason for that to make Eddie’s chest go tight and aching, but there you go. He taps a heart onto it. 

Saved you some fries, Buck sends, like it’s possible to save fries from Islands and have them still be edible the next day.  Guess you didn’t see the email from the school, Eddie sends back, because seriously, Islands and a movie after a D-? 🍔💪📝🚨is what Buck writes back, which Eddie basically takes to mean: I have a strategy in place. He catches a few hours of sleep. The alarm wakes him from a dream about Shannon and Buck. The two of them were the leads in the school play, because Eddie was back in high school, and he was supposed to be in the play too, but he forgot his lines. Eddie, relax, Shannon said, smiling at Buck, who had his hand wrapped around her waist like he was her husband, not Eddie. We got this. 

It’s a late night medical call at a memory care home; not much for him and Ravi to do, just playing support to Hen and Chim. He checks his phone, and there’s another text from Buck that came in while he slept: Chris and Dylan studying at the kitchen table, English books cracked open, Chris laughing at something Dylan said. It’s a live photo, so there’s even a couple seconds of Chris laughing in there, high pitched and silly. Eddie hearts it. 

When they get back to the firehouse, the sun is rising, and it’s no longer Shannon’s birthday. Eddie should be relieved, but he just feels drained. She’d be thirty-four. No one warned him about this part—how every year you look back at the pictures and she just looks like more of a baby. 

Cap claps him on the shoulder when he’s heading out to his truck, like he knows, even though there’s no way he could possibly know. 

Eddie gets through morning traffic okay. He parks the truck, lets himself in. The house is pretty quiet, which means Chris is still asleep (typical teen.) Buck’s in the kitchen, doing last night’s dishes. He’s got rubber dish gloves on, and he gives Eddie a distracted smile over his shoulder as he comes in. Hey, he says. 

Hey, Eddie says, and instead of any of the sane things he could say after that, like—how was your day yesterday, or is there coffee yet, or I think I’m gonna pass out for a few hours, he just steps in close, wraps his arms around Buck’s waist, and buries his face in Buck’s shoulder. Safe, familiar Buck smell in his nostrils. Solid Buck body in his arms, warm and pulsing with breath and heartbeat. Eddie exhales. 

Buck turns off the faucet. He pulls off one rubber glove, then gives up on the other one and twists around in Eddie’s arms—Eddie participates reluctantly—until they’re front to front, and he can hug Eddie back. That is better, Buck fitting perfectly into him, holding him the same way Eddie is holding him. Eddie tilts his face into Buck’s neck, and Buck uses the hand that isn’t wearing a soapy dish glove to stroke over his hair. It feels good. 

Bad shift? Buck murmurs, and Eddie doesn’t answer, frowning into Buck’s skin. Buck hums against his temple. That’s okay, he says anyway, soft and mindless. I got you, Eddie, I got you. 

Eddie keeps breathing Buck in, keeps hanging on. Buck forgets about the rubber glove, and a wet soapy hand comes to rest over Eddie’s right scapula. A burst of fondness punctures the wall of relief. 

Thanks, Eddie says finally, not letting him go yet, but trying to persuade himself that he’s going to. 

Buck kisses his forehead. Anytime, he says, then uses his one normal hand and his other soapy hand to tilt Eddie up into a real kiss. 

Eddie lets it happen, closing his eyes. He’s thirty-four. He was married for eight years; Shannon’s been gone for almost eight again. He has the best kid in the world; he has Buck, he has a meaningful job he’s grateful to still love. His best friend is dead, and he misses her. His best friend is kissing him right now, his heart beating fast and steady right against Eddie’s, and Eddie doesn’t have to miss him yet. 

You taste like spaghetti, Buck murmurs dreamily into his mouth, and Eddie bursts out laughing, finally relaxes his death grip on Buck’s ribs. Guess I forgot to brush my teeth last night, sorry. Bobby made spaghetti? Buck says indignantly, like he was deliberately left out, and tries to lick the taste back out of Eddie’s mouth, which doesn’t work perfectly, because Eddie’s still laughing.