Do you ever see someone, and think...
"Wow. God must hate me."
I don't know what I believe...
but it's easier to think...
He made a mistake with me
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Eddie Diaz | 9-1-1 9x18

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Do you ever see someone, and think...
"Wow. God must hate me."
I don't know what I believe...
but it's easier to think...
He made a mistake with me
.
Eddie Diaz | 9-1-1 9x18
totally platonic smooch between besties
Eddie at the prospect of dating women . . .
vs the prospect of Buck never leaving his side
9-1-1 || 9x07 “Secrets”
Full on patreon!!
ao3 and twitter down at the same time they did this specifically to hurt me
“Tonight, they say the veil is thin, that the dead walk among us, if only for a little while. Is that just something we tell ourselves to ease the ache? Or is it real? Do they stay with us somehow? Hear us when we speak their names? Are they really gone if we still hold them in our hearts? If we remember…
|| 9x05 “Dia de los Muertos”
he may have only had 5 seconds of screen time and one speaking line, but he shined in every second 🙂↕️ | Eddie Diaz 9x04
do you want a house tour? 🤭
who knew i needed to see Buddie drenched in water so bad | Buck & Eddie 9x03
✨ golden hour ✨
Oliver Stark on Hot Ones Versus
Hard at work!
joy feels a lot like you and me
(tried a new new style, and i think it’s kind of what i want, but it’s not quite there, so the journey to finding my style continues! also this is my first time drawing clothing and it is so much harder than it looks)
and my second art has hit the timeline ☺️ (hopefully my next peice deviates from side profiles of just heads and we can start getting to some interesting places)
(find me on twitter @/_118problems )
being a buddie fan is like watching a cake being made. Tim and his fellow writers are baking up a storm in the kitchen. and you’re just watching. they have all these ingredients, and they’re putting them in a bowl and mixing it up. and you can see it all happening. you can smell it baking when it’s in the oven. you watch as they whip up the frosting and decorate that in good old roy g biv. They slide that shit right in front of you. it smells delicious. it looks gorgeous. and right on top in big piped on letters is the word ‘Cake’.
Like any person would, you assume it’s cake because what else would it fucking be?
but you got tim minear in his little chefs hat, going “now i won’t say this is a cake or not. if you choose to see it as a cake, i’m all here for it. i will say that, yes, i did intend to make a cake, but is it a cake? that’s up for interpretation”.
and you got oliver stark, with his pr trained smile on, next to you going “i don’t bake, so i can’t tell you if this cake or not, but i can totally understand why you’d think it’s cake. and if it is cake? i’m all here for it, as long as it’s a good cake”.
and then you got ryan guzman across from you going “cake? idk. how about this granola bar i got from by pocket?”
and then when you ask to eat the cake, tim comes over with a hammer smashes the shit out of it and then leaves behind a messy ass kitchen, and oliver has disappeared into the mountains and ryan is still across from you taking about fucking granola. and the fucking peanut gallery is behind you telling you there never was any cake in the first place, and that the “real cake” is the bowl with left over frosting soaking in dish water in the sink.
and yk what? you’re gonna sit back down in that kitchen come september, and watch them bake that cake again using those same ingredients that they set out in plain view, that have been sitting there for years, and hope they don’t fuck it up this time.
god loves you, but not enough to save you…
(first *finished* procreate drawing in the books 🫣 i’m still working out the kinks and figuring out stuff, but i’m decently pleased with the final product. Anyway, here is some catholic guilt Eddie Diaz for you!)
The 118 + loved ones in ambulances