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911-on-abc · 9 months
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I need S7 to be Eddie in his messy slut era. I need the first scene he is in to have a shot of Eddie being pushed up against an alley wall by another man. I need the next scene to be Eddie coming home to Buck waiting and asking about the latest girl Pepa set him up with. I need Eddie to be damn thankful that they wear pants at work so he doesn't have to explain the bruises on his knees. I need hickeys. I need beard burn. I need this man to fuck
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carrythatwayt · 9 hours
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(at the Hard Deck, Rooster is upset over how he ended things with Hangman and Phoenix is trying to comfort him) Rooster: Phoenix, I screwed it up! You wouldn't understand, you never screw things up... Maverick(walking up to them): Yeah, no offense, Phoenix. Let the Master handle this one...
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hippolotamus · 11 days
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another installment of what I'm calling the cleopatra series. this time from Eddie's POV because I got in my Buddie feels. part 1 here 💙
late for the love of my life | 7x06 Coda | 912 words | G
“Hey, how was it?” Marisol wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a peck on the lips. 
Eddie barely suppresses the urge to flinch and turn away. Which is maybe a tad dramatic, except for the way it isn’t. Because the past 24 hours have held more than a few revelations. None of which Eddie is ready to share. 
Despite the layers of clothing between them, his skin tingles and crawls where she touches him. If he didn’t have years of experience being exposed to fluids, substances and people he didn’t want anywhere near him, he thinks he would have wrenched away from her by now. No, he definitely would have. But he’s a professional at hiding his personal reactions, both on and off the job. 
Yes, he’s made progress in therapy, but the instincts to hide himself, to put up walls and masks, are still easily activated. Handy for moments like now, when he can’t escape his girlfriend. Or when he has to smile big for the crowd and pretend the perpetual feelings for his best friend don’t exist when said best friend barrels back into the room all lovestruck and covered in soot from his boyfriend. 
“It was good. Really nice, actually.” That much is true. Because it was. Honestly, the whole hospital room chic was perfectly Maddie and Chim. 
“Nice?” She asks in a teasing tone, squeezing tighter and clinging to his torso like a koala. 
His breathing is acceptably even but the urge to peel her off, to tell her that she should probably go home because his heart rate is skyrocketing, his fingers and toes are tingling, and he’s beginning to feel claustrophobic is anything but. His built in panic mode suspects there isn’t enough Jell-o in the universe to undo this. Again, dramatic, but he thinks he’s within his rights to think so right now. 
“Yeah, I-” He pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezes his eyes shut and inhales as deeply as he can manage. “Y’know, I’m, uh, still feeling a little worse for wear from last night. I should-” He doesn’t even finish the sentence, just points vaguely in the direction of his bedroom. 
Marisol’s relaxed ‘welcome home’ look turns concerned as she furrows her brow and holds the back of her hand to his forehead. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stay? I should probably stay over in case you need–” 
“Really,” he interjects, backing out of her hold, “I’ll be fine. Just need to sleep it off, I think. You should go. Home. To your place.” Smooth, Diaz. “I mean, because I’ll probably be restless, y’know?”
“I can sleep on the cou-”
“No,” he says more forcefully than intended. He should be grateful she wants to stay and take care of him. He should. He is. But not the couch. Not… Buck’s bed. His place. Their place.
“Oh.” She takes a step back and he should probably feel worse about the way she looks so dejected. “I, um, I understand. Talk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, talk tomorrow.” 
Tomorrow when I’ve had a chance to reset. When the twin alcohol and love hangovers have hopefully, finally died off. When I’m not seeing an endless mental projection reel of reminders like Or, y’know, you could have mine. Then why are you in hospital jail? Stay with me, Buck. Him choking on blood. You saved him. Abby. His fiancee is Abby. Showoff. My blood on him. Hey, Buck. You think you’re expendable. They’re all dead. I, uh, misunderstood the assignment. Three minutes and seventeen seconds. She sees me. It was a date. 
The front door clicks in the latch and he immediately turns the deadbolt, noting how his pulse drops to a debatably more normal range. He wants to settle on the couch, under the covers in his bed, both and neither all at the same time. In the end he migrates to the kitchen, which really shouldn’t surprise him. 
He runs his fingers over the backs of the chairs, circling around until he’s standing between the table and main counter. Am I one of the things that makes you sad? So now am I allowed to ask how you are? But you do eventually - you process it? 
Eddie turns toward the fridge, drawn to Shannon’s photo. He plucks it from under the magnet, running his thumb over the glossy print. 
“Can never quite get my timing down, can I?” He huffs out a wet chuckle. “God, I wish you were here right now. I could really use someone to talk to.” 
If it wasn’t after midnight he would probably drive himself to the cemetery to sit on the stone bench. To talk to someone that can’t talk back but would nonetheless tell him what an idiot he is. To unfairly water her grave with tears shed because he always thinks he has more time. You might have noticed I almost died. Again. And then I thought, this is it. This is the last day of my life. We’re all going to die alone. That’s what she said to me and Hen. 
Truthfully he’s not sure who he’s thinking of more — Shannon or Buck — as he slides to the floor, still clutching her picture, beginning to sob and shake as the words I love you so much flash like a neon reminder of his poor timing. Does it really matter? Because either way he’s missed his chance. 
But I guess it’s your mess now. 
Part 3 (Buck's POV)
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pencil-for-a-dog · 7 months
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Last dialogue is kinda messy, so let me just
"I should warn Danny about bats looking for him"
A messy comic of an au idea, where Danny is actively hiding from the Justice league (they don't know Danny is Phantom) because they're looking for phantom. Wes is a journalist in Metropolis who, because of work stuff, ended up temporarily in Gotham. Because he knows a lot of heroes secret identities he promised to watch over them and be like a spy for the phantom team, mainly because he feels guilty as a cause of Danny's situation. He knows Tim is red robin.
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guzhufuren · 2 years
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“She’s really crazy about you.“ “Are you crazy about me?“ “Not one bit.“
Ink and Pa in Magic Of Zero Episode 1 'Zero Photography' dir. Tee Bundit Sintanaparadee
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canonbibuckley · 1 month
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starin' at you (starin' at me)
bucktommy // 4.4k // G
“It’s not even my worst scar,” Tommy continued. “Worst injury, probably, but it doesn’t look as bad as it could have.” “What could be worse than that?” Tommy grinned, a little daring, a little dangerous. Buck felt his heart swoop. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
** OR: Buck and Tommy swap scar stories.
(read on ao3)
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endof-beginning · 1 month
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always should be someone you really loooove!
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ijuuin-enzan · 1 year
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me, aggressively projecting onto a character: he’s just like me wow
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exhuastedpigeon · 9 months
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If Christopher Diaz and his friends wanted to play D&D, Buck would spend all his free time learning the rules and would DM their first campaign.
Eddie would be in charge of snacks, and by that I mean heating up pizza roles and refilling the chip bowl.
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estheticpotaeto · 2 months
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Me listening to a song that has little to no thematic similarity to buddie: this song has buddie vibes.
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thousandth-island · 11 months
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Doodles w some watercolor from today!
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ohnoiyo · 4 months
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pocket buddies enemies
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spellboundcities · 2 years
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Love, I’m a wreck.
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Holy fuck.
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anstarwar · 2 years
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It occurred to me I don’t know if I’ve ever drawn Fordo, which is a grave oversight, so I had to. Updated to phase 2 helmet + some of the ARC pouches and such
And then @itsstrangelypermanent challenged me to add the White Tree of Gondor somewhere on him (Frodo...Fordo, typical autocorrect you see, etc.)
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moe-broey · 1 year
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AU I made when I was REALLY fixated on Pokemon Violet where I just put everyone in the fucking academy as transfer or exchange students. Originally it was just the SuMo squad and I had some comics (unfinished) about it, interactions between everyone, ect! Then I got distracted and months later I pick up White 2 and well. Back on my bullshit LMFAOOO 🫡
Unfortunately Lillie and Gladion look much better in person, did not show up on camera well 🥲
All of this is just proof of concept anyway!! Espppp trying to get a feel for color palettes and having fun pushing the uniform rules to their limits LMFAO, and also wanting to show how a character wears a uniform can also be a reflection of themselves!
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