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🚒 buddie 🚒
🪦 maybe it was in the water 📦 (T / 9.2k)
There’s a wall of mirrors in front of him for some reason. He looks up from the snow globe he’s wrapping in bubble wrap. Considers that this is the first time his face has been on a wall of this room. He purses his lips. Tries not to think about it. Tries not to think about how much he looks like her. The same round face. The same light hair. The same blue eyes. Tries not to think about everything else he got from her. That inability to stop feeling–too much all the time–overwhelmed with every emotion that passes through him. Searching for any way, then, to shut the bad ones out. Avoidance as a survival tactic. He understands her, he thinks. He wishes he didn’t.
👽 i know the end ⚡️ (E / 6.3k)
They sprint back to the car, arms uselessly covering their heads. Eddie's frustrated swearing quickly dissolving into bubbling laughter to match Buck's own. Eddie’s hair is falling over his face, droplets sliding lazily down his nose. He looks like a heartthrob at the climax of some early 2000s romance. This is the scene where the music swells. Where he professes his love. Where he promises to stay.
Reality is a key in the ignition. Radio coming through the speakers a little too loud. The click of seatbelts. The GPS voice telling them to merge back onto the 10. To head east. And east and east and east.
💡 rabia, rabia, contra la agonía de la luz 🕯(T / 1.5k)
The drive home is quiet. The light hasn't quite returned to Eddie's eyes. His knuckles are white around his phone as it bounces on his thigh. His eyes follow the passing buildings, lingering on all the big complexes that look even marginally similar to 7800 Torrey. Like he's expecting to see some sort of SOS. Like he could catch it somehow, through the walls and through the darkness.
🥀 skeleton crew 🍾 (M / 2k)
Pink carnations droop in crystal vases. White tablecloths are stained with dropped hors d'oeuvres. The grass is littered with the remnants of the party. Broken plastic champagne glasses, paper napkins, scattered rose petals. His wife is getting their son ready for bed. His best friend is hunched over the dance floor with a trash bag, helping to clean up. He's standing by one of the cocktail tables. Just watching.
🩷 tumblr fics 🖤 (G, T, M, 6 works and 6.4k words so far)
Love confessions, first times, bleeding out, throwing up in shower drains, getting freaked out on WebMD, and everything tumblr has inspired me to write.
📚 passing notes 💌 (E / 74k)
It started with a breakup spiral. Doesn’t it always? Buck tends to throw himself headfirst into a new hobby when he wants his mind taken off a broken heart. He went for woodworking this time. He thought it would be cathartic. He could take his anger out on nails and planks of wood instead of his drywall, or, god forbid, a person who doesn’t deserve it. Turns out, he’s not really a woodworking guy. He much prefers his kitchen-based breakup hobbies that lead to delicious meals, or baked treats he can gift to his coworkers and sister. But he did manage to finish one woodworking project before he hung up his saws and hammers: a Little Free Library.
🔥 relatively better 📺 (T / 974)
The fire has almost burned itself to embers, a soft glow all that's left of the dancing flames. Eddie's face on the other side of the pit is still tinged with warm light, but it's slowly being replaced by a swath of shadow. Buck tries not to make it a metaphor.
👁 that's gravity for you ☀️ (E / 5.4k)
It's so gentle, just a brush of lips before Eddie pulls back. He feels like he just shot himself into the sun. Like the moment their lips touched he was burnt to ashes. No, it's more than that. Disintegrated somehow. His atoms absorbed into the corona.
🏜 buck, bedbugged and bewildered 🪲 (E / 8.3k)
Chris emerges from his room around seven, and they sit at the dining table to eat, Chris’s school backpack flung over the back of his chair, Eddie’s gym bag packed and ready next to him, Buck still in the sweats and t-shirt he slept in. And it’s a Norman Rockwell propaganda portrait. He serves up pancakes and scrambled eggs like a Thanksgiving turkey. Freedom from Want it’s called. Buck wants to live in it forever.
🥔 no small potatoes 🕎 (T / 2.6k)
Buck didn’t grow up making latkes. Or anything, really. His parents never cared enough to teach him how to cook, and when they ate them, they were usually frozen, or made from the Maneschewitz latke mix if they felt like putting in a tiny bit of effort. Holidays in general were cold and distant. They lit the candles because it was what they were supposed to do, he got eight lackluster presents because it’s what they were supposed to do, they ate lackluster latkes and blintzes and sufganiyot because it’s what they were supposed to do.
🏳️🌈 notable works for other fandoms 🎭
🕙 crazy notion ❤️ (Falsettos / T / 106k)
“Why does it say ‘2017’?”
“What do you mean?” Whizzer asks.
“Here,” the man says, pointing to the clock on Whizzer’s home screen. “It says, ‘March 15, 2017’. Why would it say that? Why would it say ‘2017’?”
“Because that’s the year?” Whizzer says, raising an eyebrow. Okay. Nevermind finding someone normal. This dude is insane. But the man is looking at Whizzer the same way that Whizzer is looking at the man. With weariness, with confusion, with heavy judgement.
“It’s 1978.”
💊 tk begins 🎒 (9-1-1: Lone Star / M / 9.3k)
So, when the bell rings at 3:15, TK puts his hood up and his head down, and squeezes through the bustling hallways, and out the side entrance to avoid the bottleneck at the front of the school. As soon as he’s on the sidewalk, he takes a hard turn towards the East River, away from the excesses of the 1%, towards what New York passes off as a neighborhood park (a playground and a basketball court) a few long blocks eastward. He picks up a coffee on the way from the same bodega where he always does. He sits on a bench next to the basketball courts, the same as he always does. And he waits. The same as he always does.
📦 two slow dancers 🛋 (Falsettos / T / 2.2k)
His boxes have all been sent ahead of him, so the apartment is nearly empty. There's no food or dishes left in the kitchen. The couch is still sitting in the living room, but his various throw pillows are gone now. The cabinets and shelves are all empty. And the air smells like a cleaning solution that is familiar to him but he can’t quite place.
✡️ blessings of the candles 🕯 (Falsettos / T / 2.3k)
He can see what’s missing, too. Like the specks of wax that should have melted onto the foil during the first seven nights.
This is the first time he’s lighting them this year. He couldn’t bear it. He hates doing this alone.
He can see what’s missing, too. Only he doesn’t need to see it. He can feel it. In every part of his body, he can feel him.
i love when buddie gets paralleled to canon couples, but i love when buddie gets paralleled to henchim even more. it's one thing to be like 'oh yeah, they are acting like this married couple again', but it's something else entirely to compare their "best friend behavior" to a pair of normal best friends who are not in love with each other
yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.
I miss rainbow capitalism. I do. I miss when it felt like public opinion was still pro gay. I understand it was always an empty gesture, but it mattered in a sense of knowing how socially acceptable being queer is. If that makes sense.
The best things in life are good food, good company, and media that's honestly maybe a six out of ten in terms of execution, but, like, the ideas have potential.
You won’t find this pigeon on the streets of New York City. Meet the Pink-necked Green Pigeon (Treron vernans)! This colorful bird can be found throughout Southeast Asia, where it inhabits forests. It hangs out in small flocks in the treetops, foraging mainly for fruit. Distinguishing males from females isn’t too difficult: Females lack pink necks and are mostly olive-green in color!
