#my buddie tag is and forever will be

[philtatosbuck]

some of you only see / treat chris as a prop for buddie and it’s always been clear but never so much until now lmao

[sqlatoon]

the NEW new squidbeak splatoon

[beatcroc]

pest control.

bonus:

*UPDATE: i made a sequel

[lover-of-mine]

[kermit-coded]

god loves you, but not enough to save you

[khaotunq]

"You're such a masculine wife." Ohm Pawat as Pat (Bad Buddy)

[moonlightperseus]

wistful sighs (across phone lines) [6x08 coda / 597 words]

“So how was the school dance?”

“Hello to you too, Buck,” Eddie responds with an amused laugh.

Buck rolls his eyes, something that doesn’t translate well over a phone call so he adds dryly, “Hello Eddie—how was the school dance? What did Christopher say about it?”

“He said he had fun, but I’m sure the details you can ask him yourself when you come over for dinner tomorrow—honestly I think he tired himself out tonight, he went to bed without any of the attempts at bargaining for just a little more time.”

“Oh, actually, I wanted to ask—are you cool with rescheduling? Maddie and Chim want to give house-hunting another try after Maddie’s shift tomorrow and asked if I could watch Jee Yun again.”

“Babysitting again, huh?” Buck can almost hear the smirk and eyebrow raise in Eddie’s voice. “Sure you’re up for that?”

“I just wasn’t properly prepared the first time, I have baby gates now—and I’ve hidden all the toilet paper.”

Eddie laughs, and the sound brings warmth to Buck’s chest even from across the phone, “we can reschedule dinner—or maybe Chris and I can swing by tomorrow night with food, give you a little relief from dealing with the terrible twos alone—if you want?”

The warmth spreads its way up to Buck’s face, no doubt with it bringing a light blush, he ducks his head to hide it even though he’s completely alone in his apartment. “Uh, yeah, that sounds great, but I’ll warn you—she’s big into throwing things right now, including her food.”

“I kinda missed that stage with Christopher, so I’m pretty sure it’ll be like—karma—if I get food thrown at me by your niece.”

Buck snorts, “Just remember that tomorrow when you’re trying to get mashed potato out of your hair.”

“No mashed potatoes, got it. Any guidelines on the choice of vegetable?”

“Pretty sure Maddie and Chim will drop off food for her again but uh—apparently she’s really into brussels sprouts right now?”

“Oh, so she is related to you after all.”

“I’ll have you know I was a very normal kid who didn’t like eating vegetables and it wasn’t until my twenties that I became the vegetable aficionado that stands before you today.”

“We’re not even in the same zip code right now.” Eddie points out, amusement laced in his voice.

“Semantics.”

There’s a pause, and Buck’s pretty sure that Eddie’s rolling his eyes and he can’t find it in him to care.

“So does like six work for you?”

“Six sounds perfect—they’re gonna drop Jee off around three thirty so hopefully she can tire herself out a little bit before you get here.”

“Is that code for you’re gonna be utterly exhausted?” Eddie teases.

“Shut up,” Buck huffs, grateful for once that he’s alone in his apartment so that no one can see the giant dopey smile on his face, “I’m not the one who fell asleep at the table at the station the other day.”

“It was two am—we were on a twenty-four-hour shift! And I only dozed off for a few minutes.”

“Whatever you say, Diaz.”

Eddie huffs softly, and Buck can almost perfectly picture him shaking his head in that slow, fond manner he does.

When the silence stretches on a little too long for a normal casual phone conversation, Buck glances at the clock on his stove and lets out a little wistful sigh. “I should let you go—before you fall asleep on me again. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Eddie replies, his own voice sounding almost wistful in its softness, “see you tomorrow.”

[fluttytheflutt]

happy pride month geah fandom 🤲💕🏳️‍🌈

these are my personal headcanons for em ^^ (not official)

Guy is Trans (FTM) & Bisexual

Sam is Genderfluid & Androsexual

[gayofthefae]

"I used to have panic attacks, here's how you turn a woman off" is so logical coming from the man who was hospitalized because his girlfriend was mistaken for his wife.

[scattered-winter]

(insp)

s4e4 "survivors"* // s3e15 "eddie begins"** // ** // s6e10 "in a flash" //s5e6 "brawl in cell block 9-1-1" // * // s6e11 "in another life" // s5e13 "fear-o-phobia"

[ablazenqueen]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @fairlylokai, thanks bestie! 🥰

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Sad to say I use pretty boring, straightforward document titles 😅

But here they are!

My multi-chap, ongoing fics, of course:

1. APTGTSYRH Chap 7 (Patpran, my Thief AU)

2. Tiwpor Star Trek AU Chap 3

And then the ones that have yet to be posted in any capacity:

3. The Boy Next Door (Enjoltaire)

4. North Sonic

5. Nawaguy 3 + 1 Protectiveness

6. Lawyers AU (Difanghua from Mysterious Lotus Casebook)

7. Case fic! (Difanghua)

8. Grim Reaper (Bingqiu, Mingling, Moshang)

9. SVSSS Aladdin (Bingqiu, side Mingling)

10. Prapaisky Actor AU

11. Alanjeff 5+1

There are more, but these are the ones that I’m most likely to actually complete and eventually post.

Tagging @thepancakelady @7nessasaryevils @non-binarypal7 @arisprite @xagan @dropthedemiurge @pigeonriot @itsza @faillen @veertjed @dribs-and-drabbles if you would like to play!

[madneywedding]

wip wednesday

thank you @shitouttabuck and @jeeyuns for tagging me!!

here's more from the dancing fic because my brain has decided to hyperfixate on it and maybe finally finish it soon <3

The couples around the room sway to the music, and Eddie leads him in a slow waltz, guiding him through the steps, letting himself melt into the moment and keep it for himself, no matter that he’ll need to return Buck back to the rest of the world in three minutes.  It’s not enough time.  There’s never enough time.  But Buck is an alarmingly fast learner, and after a couple fumbling steps, they manage to settle into the rhythm of the song. No longer needing to focus on assisting him, Eddie allows himself a second to close his eyes and picture a universe where the two of them are just like every other couple in the garden — simply taking a moment to celebrate their love — nothing more, nothing less. He sighs at the thought and sinks further into Buck’s embrace, tuning out the rest of the world until the only thing flooding his senses is the feeling of being wrapped up in Evan Buckley’s arms.

tagging @captain-hen @basiltonpitch @housewifebuck @diazblunt @loserdiaz and anyone else who wants to do it :)

[heartbeetz]

Thoughts.

I love my selfship bubble actually. One, I have low spoons 95% of the time, so I simply don't have it in me to be more active in reaching out. Two, I'm overall a very introverted person. Interacting (both doing and receiving) can be really draining and it's not something I care that much about. Even irl there's like one friend I keep up with, and we literally live together now and Still don't interact daily! Don't need much else to be content. I created this blog back in late 2019 as more of a journal than something meant for a community. And I'm fine leaving it that way. Yeah, sometimes I'd like to reach out more than I do (and of course it's nice when people reach out to me), but I don't think it's "selfish" of me to wanna do my own thing lol

[kj-munch]

theyre putting something in the water that makes these horses fucking miserable

(blue one is my friend felixes oc... !!!PRUSSIAN BLUE!!!)

[lover-of-mine]

― Annelyse Gelman

[im-smart-i-swear]

*buddy voice* hey guys do you ever remember something embarassing you did years ago and get a strong violent urge to brutally smash your past self's stupid idiot head into the nearest wall and punt him into the ground while screaming about all the things you he did wrong. and then stab him, y'know for good measure.