#yOu WaNnA gO fOr tHe tiTLe

[spxdyr]

okay, super niche buck/eddie rant that will mostly not make since but you gotta just follow me:

the "you wanna go for the title" scene. we as a fandom have already beat a horse dead over the lack of heterosexual explanation for any part of that scene, but i wanna keep beating that poor horse.

the beers in that scene. there's the obvious overtone of an oral focus/fixation happening. but theres this cover of a wolverine comic that the scene always makes me think of. its one where wolverine is sitting at a table with a beer in front of him and nightcrawler is (back to the proverbial camera) standing buttass naked in front of him. the beer on that cover is 100% phallic in nature, showing the audience what we can't see.

SO. that being said, THERE IS NO STRAIGHT EXPLANATION FOR THAT SCENE.

the cover in question

[quynhorlose]

i just wanna formally announce that i am not and will not ever be over the Kitchen scene

[umblrspectrum]

you'll never guess which movie i finally watched after 2 years of being lazy

[crnl-chicken-tots]

them

[asliceofzosan]

i've seen figure skater sanji and hockey player zoro before. idk if its been explored but i'd love to put it out there:

hockey player sanji (specifically goalie bc he desperately wants to avoid being checked) and then pairs skater zoro.

pairs skater zoro's long time partner has been nami. though many people ship them together a Lot, they just know each other super well. Well enough to try dating and both of them realized they don't swing that way. in fact, it makes them a really good team. they fought long and hard to claim top spots in competitions because they portray a chemistry that's separate from the rest. plus zoro can carry nami like she weighs fucking nothing. so their lifts are so much more dynamic. they even have a whole next to impossible combination that they're trying to get the ISU to name after them officially.

sanji plays for the East Blue Straw Hats in the Grand Line Hockey League – a formidable rookie group that took down lots of big names in the preseason. they want to make it all the way to the postseason playoff finals but always seem to fall short. but theyre so determined. they reignited a lot of old sparks that were no longer there for old fans and brought in new and curious fans. sanji is the starter goalie and a damn good one at that. it makes sense bc goalies are often doing splits on the ice just to make a save. he's perfected the technique that utilizes just his legs to make saves that make the crowd go fuckin insane.

we have the usual "i booked the rink to practice before you did" trope but a little more spice. in actuality, sanji loves watching pairs skating competitions. his favorite pair rn is franky and robin (mostly for robin). and he adamantly does not want to admit to anyone that he watches zoro and nami's routines much more frequently. (and if anyone asks, he always says its bc of nami. its never just bc of nami.) and zoro's besties with luffy so he always watches their matches even if he barely understands the rules. and he definitely does not stare at a certain blond starter goalie most of the match thats fucking ridiculous

one day zoro and sanji are invited to do one of those comparison videos between hockey players and figure skaters. both get to laugh at the other even Attempting to do their sport. zoro frankly looks ridiculous in all of sanji's usual goalie get-up. and sanji couldn't land an euler to save his life. the video producer suggests they try a simple pairs skating routine. sanji is like "oh i couldn't do that–hEY WHAT THE FUCK MOSSHEAD PUT ME DOWN" because zoro lifted sanji and had him sat on his shoulder like it was normal.

zoro smirks, "you might be lighter than nami, actually. wanna be my new partner?"

sanji knees him in the stomach before skating away while blushing so hard he could melt the ice beneath him.

[bookshelfpassageway]

one of these days i'm writing some kind of essay about lost media and humanity's need to solve loose ends. people only care about it because its lost. people only know its lost because somebody cared about it. it's such an achingly beautiful concept. it's such a horrifying fate. it's about mortality and the traitor that is memory and about love. its about the human spirit and a new kind of folklore. all forms of media preservation are a race against the deprecation and physical decomposition of their storage medium. i hope there's a heaven for art.

[lokis-bitter-ghost]

HOLY SHIT THAT SCENE WAS GAY. I KNEW IT WAS GAY. I EXPECTED IT TO BE GAY. BUT I NEVER THOUGHT IT COULD BE THAT GAY. I CANT BELIEVE THEY FUCKING DID THAT ON PURPOSE. WHY DID BUCK SAY IT LIKE THAT. WHY DID EDDIE RAISE HIS EYEBROW LIKE THAT. OH MY GOD THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY THEY JUST DID THAT AND EXPECTED PEOPLE TO BE NORMAL IM SICK THIS IS SICKENING im like awestruck at the pure power of homosexuality i just witnessed. seeing gifs of it was one thing but why the hell did oliver stark say it like that. ryan guzmans reaction to that leaves literally nothing to question that can only be gay. there are only ONLY homosexual explanations. i fear i may be losing my mind

[nguyenfinity]

Presenting EnSeason, a monthly release magazine featuring ES idols! This inaugural January issue is Trickstar following the announcement of their TRIP album :]

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rendering got my ass on this one

[sillyparker]

everyday that passes since i joined the fandom (14th of may, this year) i actually lose my mind waiting for buddie canon, it's seriously the most anticipated thing for me right now, i truly cannot fathom the idea of waiting any longer.

but this reminds me, there has been buddie fans for literally years now, fucking YEARS. not a single thing, till recently canon bi buck.

holy shit. how the fuck did any of you handle that. i genuinely cant handle waiting and ive been here for a MONTH.

[watchyourbuck]

How much bolder are they gonna get w Buddie this new season bro bc Evan “is that enough?” Buckley has a waaaay of saying things,,,,

[paintpanic]

oh yeah did i ever tell you guys i 100%'ed triple deluxe

[wenellyb]

I really want to take Buddie shippers seriously but they'll be like: "Buck was devastated when Eddie got shot, it means they're in love there's no other explanation!!!"

Hmmm.... aren't you supposed to be devastated when you best friend gets shot???

[natsukiconnerva]

Okay since I'm in Zosan hell rn. Here's an AU idea I cooked up based on @/7Shizuka9's Isekai Au on Twitter.

So in this story, Zoro was competing against Mihawk in a famous Kendo competition. He manages to get into the semi-finals and come face to face with Mihawk but unfortunately lost, only to win in second place with an injury on his chest. Zoro, feeling like he broke his promise to Kuina all those years ago (and being a dramatic ass/sore loser) overstrains himself in hospital and dies.

Suddenly when Zoro wakes up, he finds himself transported into a romance visual novel and he, you guessed it, is the main protagonist. Meaning like ants attracted to a puddle of honey, all the girls are throwing themselves at him. And he hates it because:

1. He's awkward and an ass

2. He's thinks about Kendo and only kendo (i.e. he doesn't even know how to open the goddamn game menu)

3. He's gay. EXTREMELY GAY.

So for one person, this scenario could be heaven, but for Zoro, it's an equivalent to Dante's Inferno and he's not having a good time.

But for every demon comes a guardian angel and his shining light is Sanji Blackleg: His classmate and love rival in the game.

Except he's not a guardian angel. Because to Zoro, he's a douchebag to all of the guys, including him. So naturally, he hates Sanji's guts and the feeling is mutual on blondie's side too (because Zoro is goddamn cockblock)

At first these guys can't stand each other. They argue in the halls, in class, on cleaning day. It's a nonstop bickering and punching match for these two.

But everything changed once Zoro saw Sanji giving a bento box to a homeless kid on the street, snacks to the school's gardener, and finally, giving Zoro some handmade rice balls himself after Zoro's stomach growled from not eating anything since his reincarnation.

So to make amends, Zoro subtly makes attempts to get the girls to pursue Sanji instead of him. Sanji takes notice of this and confronts him about it. Zoro replies with:

"Because if anyone deserves someone, that'd be you Curly."

And since then, they try to help each other out, Zoro putting a good word for Sanji (albeit terribly) and Sanji pursuing the girls.

Their pursuits don't go so well (The game unfortunately makes the girls go "Urk!" when they see him) and it comes to a point where one girl rejects Sanji's advances completely and throws Sanji's home-made bento box to the ground.

Zoro, annoyed and upset that their hard work has gone to waste, eats the ruined bento from the ground and eats it in front of Sanji to cheer him up.

And Sanji with his cheeks flushed, angrily shouts at Zoro for eating like an animal and offers him to go to a famous ramen place, his treat.

*cue more shojo shenanigans insue*

I might make more but you'll get this for now lol

[queendrinkswater]

These mf's gave us this scene and expected me to believe they're heterosexual and NOT in love???????

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

Kickstarting things off with a little something from a new wip for the Daylight Series -> I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away) <- which is Eddie’s POV of his and Buck’s first meeting plus some of what happens after Buck leaves him and Chris at the cafe ☕️

Writing essentially the same story but in someone else’s POV hasn’t been as easy as I thought 😅, but it’s been fun and I’m all about trying different things when it comes to writing. Find what I like and what I’m good at.

Without further ado, here’s a lil snippet …

“Is it possible to die from embarrassment?”

Eddie doesn’t think Buck was meant to say that out loud but he answers him anyway, creating an opportunity to introduce himself.

“It’s possible, but it’s extremely rare so I think you’re safe. Guess you’ll just have to live with your shame like the rest of us.” He smiles openly at Buck, hoping to ease some of the man’s nerves. “I’m Eddie by the way, Christopher’s dad.”

Buck repeats Eddie’s name back to him, like he’s testing it out and the way he says it, Eddie can’t explain, but it feels like being called home.

He wonders if saying Buck’s name will leave him with a similar feeling, but he doesn’t get to test it as Christopher makes them aware that he is still present by asking about pancakes. Eddie doesn’t usually get so distracted that he forgets his kid is with him but there’s just something about Buck that has drawn him in and captured his attention. It could just be because he’s extremely attractive, but in his gut Eddie knows it’s something more. What that more is, he doesn’t know, but he thinks he’d like to find out.

Eddie reaches out to ruffle his son’s hair. “Well I can’t deny a budding guitarist pancakes now can I?”

Chris beams at them then asks if Buck can join them and Eddie thinks his son might just be as taken by Buck as Eddie seems to be, probably more so.

“You’re gonna have to ask him, mijo.”

Buck seems rather taken aback when Chris asks him, like he was just expecting them to shake hands and then part ways. He mustn’t have any kids of his own or any nieces or nephews because kids are notorious for making friends within 5 minutes and then wanting to invite their new friends home. Chris is just inviting Buck to Abuela’s for pancakes instead of to their apartment, which is almost the same thing seeing as they live above the cafe.

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[laundrybiscuits]

(FINE I guess this is a series now. whatever.)

“He’s where,” says Steve. 

“Off to see the wizard, my dude.” Argyle passes him a pipe. Steve’s not really sure where it came from or when Argyle packed it, but he’s got manners, so he takes a hit and hands it off to Jonathan. 

“Murray,” elaborates Jonathan, on an exhale. “The…you know. Oh wow, I guess you’ve never met Murray either. That’s weird, right? I mean, you were there, you were just…”

“Babysitting, probably,” says Steve. “Wait, why is Eddie meeting this guy?”

Argyle gestures in a big loopy way. It reminds Steve a little bit of how Eddie waves his arms around. “Eddie’s on, like, a spiritual journey. A dream quest, but…real life. The realest.”

“Not spiritual like church,” adds Jonathan. “Like, gay spirit. Is that a thing? Shit, why doesn’t anyone know Murray.”

“I don’t know Murray either, man,” says Argyle. 

“Is…Murray a real person?” Steve asks. He doesn’t think it’s an unreasonable question.

“Yes! Jesus. He’s real, okay? Nancy knows Murray, we—yeah. Nancy knows him.” Jonathan looks kind of dour and depressed, but he always sort of looks like that. 

“How’s Nancy doing?” Steve doesn’t really want to know, but it seems like the polite thing to say. 

“We’re fine,” says Jonathan. 

“Okay,” says Steve, who hadn’t asked that at all.

“Everything’s fine,” Jonathan repeats. Argyle reaches over to pat Jonathan on the head, then takes the pipe from Jonathan’s hand. 

———

“Hm,” says Murray. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind all the facial hair and glasses. “Okay, I don’t usually do this, but…what the hell. Kiddo, you are way too young to be talking like that. Your life’s not over, and if you’re smart about it, it doesn’t have to be over any time soon.”

Murray sits back on the couch, kicking up his feet. There’s a hole in his left sock.

“You think happily ever after only looks like one thing? That’s the thought of a child. If you really want, you can make some kind of picket fence life for yourself, suburbs and all. But you’re a queer, so that means you don’t have to do that shit because nobody’s expecting you to anymore. You get to decide what matters to you.”

“I don’t know any way to be gay that’s not lonely as hell,” Eddie says. 

“That’s because you’re an idiot and an infant,” says Murray gently. 

“You don’t have a—a boyfriend.” It comes out a little too sharp and mean, but Eddie’s feeling cornered. 

Murray laughs. “Kid, what did I just say? I don’t want a damn boyfriend. Some guy coming over here all the time, eating my food? Hell no. We’re degenerate homos, we get to decide what to keep and what to shove down the god damn garbage disposal. I got some arrangements in place, and that’s the way I like it. The whole lovey-dovey romance shit isn’t for me.”

Eddie draws his legs up, wrapping his arms around his shins. His boots are probably leaving marks on the couch, but Murray can deal. “I think it…I think that is for me. I want that to be for me. Um. In general.”

Murray actually tilts his head down to give Eddie a scathing look over the top of his glasses. “No shit, Joan Jett. Your whole ooh please push past my defenses to prove you love me schtick is visible from space.”

“Fuck,” says Eddie, knocking his head against his knees. He closes his eyes, humiliated beyond words, feeling scooped-out and awful. 

“C’mon, it’s not that bad.” Eddie feels a tap on his arm, and when he looks up, Murray’s holding out a glass with about an inch of amber liquid in it. “We all go through something like that. It’s a rite of passage, just like it is to get so wasted you throw up on the stranger you dragged into a club bathroom. You’ll do that too. You’re gonna be messy and embarrassing anyway, so just enjoy the ride. And take the damn Talisker, it’ll help.”

Eddie takes the damn Talisker and knocks it back in one go, just to be an ass. Murray rolls his eyes but pours him another one.

“Ah, practical shit…” Murray scratches at his beard thoughtfully. “Been a while since I had to do this. Poppers are great, don’t overdo ‘em. Splurge on the fancy medical lube if you want but Vaseline or Crisco’ll do the trick just fine. And listen up, kitten, because you can ignore everything else that comes outta my mouth, but you can’t ignore this: always wrap it up. I mean always. I don’t care if he’s your soulmate, I don’t care if it kills the mood, I don’t care if he says he’s a blushing goddamn virgin. If he doesn’t want to wear a rubber, he doesn’t care if you live or die.”

Murray looks down at his own glass. For the first time, Eddie thinks he looks—tired. 

“I know there’s probably a big part of you that doesn’t care if you live or die, either. But you gotta remember there’s people who do. The kid who sent you to me. He doesn’t want to go to your funeral.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says. It comes out too quiet; he swallows and tries again. “Yeah. I know. I’ve—been to funerals too.” 

Murray barks out a surprised laugh. “God, you have, haven’t you? Think I was almost thirty, my first time. I’m sorry, Joan Jett, this isn’t a great time to be young and gay. Go make friends with some dykes, they’ll keep you sane.” 

Eddie, who has held Robin’s hair back as she ralphed into a bucket after losing a Peeps-eating competition with Steve, has his doubts, but he just nods.

Murray looks at him for a moment, then takes his face between two big hands and kisses him on the forehead. It feels neither sexual nor familial, but something beyond all of the easy categories Eddie’s known. 

“Now piss off,” Murray says. “Don’t get some crazy idea that this means we’re friends, or that you can start coming around whenever you feel like it.”

“So, just Tuesdays, Thursdays, and every other Sunday,” says Eddie, and ducks out before Murray can start cussing at him.

———

See, Eddie’s little crush on Steve is meant to be purely recreational. It’s fun to crush on unavailable guys he knows—way more fun than celebrities or whatever. It’s just nice, to feel his heart speed up a little when Steve’s around, safe in the certain knowledge that he’s never going to do a damn thing about it. It even feels good to hurt a little bit over it, achy and sharp, like pushing on a bruise. 

Yeah, Eddie knows he’s a little fucked up. But he figures this is harmless enough: a secret little vice that nobody’s ever going to know about.

Apparently, everybody knows. 

“Um,” says Jonathan, wide-eyed. “Was it…supposed to be a secret?”

“Yes,” hisses Eddie. “Because this is Hawkins, Indiana, and I don’t want to fucking die. Did we or did we not just have a conversation about the many and various perils this whole thing entails.”

“My dude, if you don’t want it to be, like, public knowledge, maybe don’t flirt with him so much?” 

“Betrayal!” Eddie gasps, staggering around like he’s been stabbed in the back, because he fucking has. “An unjust hit by Argyle the Assassin.”

“Argyle the Assistant,” says Argyle. “I’m assisting you, bro.”

“I don’t flirt with Steve!” Eddie screeches. “We’re friends! I flirt with you two dickwads more than I do with Steve, because I don’t flirt with Steve!” 

“You really do,” says Jonathan apologetically. “Kind of…a lot. Remember when we were out by the quarry, and you kept calling him princess.”

“As a joke!”

“Ohhh yeah,” says Argyle. “That was the day you, like…took his jacket, right?”

“I was cold!”

Jonathan grins. “Is that why you kept asking him how it looked on you?”

“As…a joke,” says Eddie, weakly. He’s starting to remember that it might’ve been even worse; the words do I look pretty in your clothes, Stevie may or may not have been uttered. 

“Hey, man, it’s no biggie. That was a million years ago and he didn’t say anything, so you’re free and clear. Totally righteous.” Argyle throws an arm around Eddie, who curls into him sulkily. Argyle’s tall and solid and kinda hot, so it’s a real shame Eddie can’t crush on him instead. 

Eddie sighs. “If Jonathan weren’t here, I’d ask you to make out with me until I felt better,” he says. 

“What,” says Jonathan. “You can’t—I mean, you can, and I, uh—support you? Should I leave?”

“Aw,” says Argyle, and ruffles Eddie’s hair. “That’s sweet, dude. If Jonathan weren’t here, I would.”

“What is happening,” says Jonathan. “I’m gonna—should I leave? I’m gonna leave.”

Eddie whines, “No, c’mon, stay, we’ll do that seance. That’ll make me feel better too. Maybe we can resurrect my deceased heterosexuality.” 

They don’t manage to raise any ghosts or any heterosexualities, but it does make Eddie feel a little better anyway.