buddie + the sh*t eddie says that sounds like it's from a romance novel [buck] requested by anonymous

Miss Congeniality (2000) dir. Donald Petrie

Buck’s repressed baby bi brain screamed fuck that guy when he first saw Eddie and he just didn’t realise it was an instruction and not an insult 🤷‍♀️✨💖

Anon Request 🌼 “Buck’s expression when he looks at Eddie and says he doesn’t want to pick the wrong couch”

hiatus?? what fucking hiatus?? we're deeper in the trenches than ever before. utterly abandoned and taking grenades.

The Couch Manifesto: Or, when is a couch not about the couch?

When is a couch not about the couch? When it’s about the home.

I made a post at some point earlier in the season about Buck and couches, and am interested to see that we are very much still on theme.  Because the couch metaphor is about the couch, but in reality it’s not about the couch at all, and that is, in fact, Buck’s problem.

At its core, Buck’s journey from the beginning has not been about finding love.  It has been broader than that.  Finding love is one piece, but he’s really been on a journey of self-discovery, and first and foremost searching for family, for home, for belonging.

In S1, Buck didn’t really have a home.  He had a house that he lives in, yes.  A room in a house that he shared with a bunch of other guys.  And then he fell in love with Abby.  And then she was gone, but he had her apartment.  Her couch.  Still not his home, but a place to live, a place that had memories of them, a place where if she hadn’t left, maybe they could have built a home together.  

Buck finally left Abby’s after he accepted their relationship was over, but he then spent S2 adrift, even once he started dating Ali.  He was literally couch surfing, rotating between Maddie and the members of his found family.  He didn’t have a couch of his own.  He didn’t have a home.

Buck associating the couch with romance because his “couches came with girlfriends” is really interesting in that context, because when you look at S2, Ali didn’t just pick out his couch.  She picked out the loft.  The fancy, gorgeous, hipster loft that is a stunning space but really isn’t Buck.  And immediately after he signed the lease, he got his leg crushed and had to…what?  Sleep on the couch.  Feeling like a constant guest in what was supposed to be his new home.  The home he was going to share in part with Ali, but didn’t get the chance because they also broke up almost immediately thereafter.

The couch is not the problem.  The couch isn’t the wrong couch (because see 3x09).  The home is.  (Or at least, the physical space of the loft is).

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i'm afflicted by the not knowing

Pairing: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz (911)

Word Count: 1,2k

But he's also feeling the need to confess, and this is the closest he can force himself into. So he drops into the chair and finally meets Frank's eyes. “I broke up with Marisol.” “I'm sorry to hear that,” Frank says in the calm let's talk about how that makes you feel voice that used to drive him up the wall. Maybe it still does. “No, that's not the problem,” Eddie shakes his head and he nods. “Alright, what is the problem?” “I lied to Buck.” or Eddie needs to talk about how he's feeling. That's what therapy is for, right?

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i'm afflicted by the not knowing

Pairing: Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz (911)

Word Count: 1,2k

But he's also feeling the need to confess, and this is the closest he can force himself into. So he drops into the chair and finally meets Frank's eyes. “I broke up with Marisol.” “I'm sorry to hear that,” Frank says in the calm let's talk about how that makes you feel voice that used to drive him up the wall. Maybe it still does. “No, that's not the problem,” Eddie shakes his head and he nods. “Alright, what is the problem?” “I lied to Buck.” or Eddie needs to talk about how he's feeling. That's what therapy is for, right?

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"how can you like this objectively bad thing!" because i have bad taste. move on.

what’s the point of even owning a cat if you do not kiss them on their little kitty head at every available opportunity?

youre an olympic level hater. i respect it.

they asked me to represent my country in the sport of hating i said no. i hate my country

the witch trials of 911blr (we all accuse each other of secretly being oliver stark)

i guess it's all about timing