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"#I want to keep my last name but I also want to reflect the commitment I will make#but there is No good way to combine our last names so idk#even hyphenated it’s not fun because their last name in NINE LETTERS LONG"
Take their last name, use yours as a second middle name? It's what my mother did. Alternatively, take their last name as a middle name.
Your mom sounds smart tbh
#i dunno giving you a sword feels like a bad idea#ah what the hell why not
I actually have a sword already. 😎😎😎
Goddammit you tricked me. I could've given that sword to a blog in need and yet here you are, hogging all of them.
They had Chris, at Buck's bedside during the coma, ask his dad if Buck could hear him. And then a few episodes latter they had Chris, at Shannon's grave, ask his dad if Shannon could hear him when he talked to her. I am going to go feral over this parallel.
Hi darling! Thank you for the ask, I'm always so happy to see you, and while we're at it, happy pride! *hugs*
I knoooooooooooow. It was SO loud. How can anyone look at these two scenes and not recognize that Buck is Christopher's other dad? And I'm not just talking about us as an audience. In what universe can Eddie be present for both of these and not put 2 and 2 together on an explicit level? 'Coz on an implicit one, I think they all know that Buddie are basically life partners. But hearing Chris use the same words for both of his parents, how can Eddie not put those together and realize he's basically married?
WE ARE ALL GONNA GO DOWN TOGETHER OVER THIS.
Thank you again, hon. Hope you have a great day! As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox
Hold Steady, Hold Steady by thetalee (@thetalee)
Buddie | 172k | Mature
After Eddie's bombshell announcement on Christmas, Buck runs away and finds himself back on his first day on the job.
A time-travel fix-it fic of sorts, ft. a stranger that totally just wants to help, honest.
@thetalee pls don’t do this to me. i can’t do it 😫 not all over again
"#I'm your weird... there isn't a good gender-neutral term for aunt/uncle but I'm that now" I declare thee the Weird Auncle, First of your Name.
We’ve been having an interesting sample of responses so far:
I’m leaning towards Zizi because “Zizi Gallus” makes me sound like a Star Wars Character, but “The gender neutral aunt/uncle is crossiant” is surrealist gold.
Actually, while we’re at it, what are your suggestions for the gender neutral of Bride/Groom? It’d be nice to have something to put on the invitations.
They removed your tailbone????????????????
YES!!! Story time!
It was winter. It was seventh grade. I was walking back inside on the sidewalk. The sidewalk had not been salted properly. I slipped on a huge patch of ice and instantly felt pain right where your tailbone exists. It hurt like a bitch but I had just taken a hard fall onto concrete so like of course it hurt. It went away after a while so I figured it was fine.
Until it came time to travel to my grandparents house several states away and I was in TEARS by the end of the road trip. My butt hurt SO BAD, way more than the usual aches and pains of road tripping. And then the pain didn’t go away.
At first my mother did not believe me which Rude but eventually I went to my doctor, and she ordered an X-ray and she couldn’t really tell what was wrong so she ordered an MRI and both those things led to her noticing that I have three degenerated disks in my lower spine (honestly probably the cause of most of my problems) and it looked like my tailbone was “anti-verted” which I will forever believe is just a fancy doctor term for “idk man it looks weird”
I get sent to a specialist. The specialist has ZERO bedside manner and tells me, a scared very mentally unwell thirteen year old that my only options are to have a surgery wouldn’t really fix the problem or take Advil for the rest of my life. That sucked. My mom took me to Spirit Halloween to cheer me up because it was so bad.
By this point, I’m in pain all the time. I get a special pillow to sit on both in the car and at school, and it is put in my IEP that I have special permission to stand up in class whenever necessary because the pain was just that distracting. To help mitigate the pain, I am seeing a chiropractor on a very regular basis. It’s awkward as hell because I’m experiencing puberty and he’s constantly touching my lower back and butt.
Blah blah blah I make it to eighth grade and I am having A Bad Time. I’m in so much pain that I think it’s the only thing I’m going to feel for the rest of my life. I am being heavily bullied at church on top of getting injected with a crap ton of religious trauma. At the same time I’m going through a sexuality crisis because middle school. I am scrounging for reasons to get out of bed and it’s only working sometimes. It’s BAD.
Somewhere along the line my chiropractor takes a look at my X-ray and he goes: “This is broken. This is very broken. Your tailbone is broken.”
I look at the X-ray. Instead of being attached to my spine, my tailbone is completely detached from bone, muscle, tissue, and is existing at a 90 degree angle in my body cavity. No fucking wonder it hurt so much!!
On it goes. We know what the problem is but we don’t know how to fix it and this point I have a very healthy mistrust of doctors.
Enter my eighth grade social studies teacher. Her husband has been the gym teacher at the elementary school where my dad works since idk the beginning of time probably. And also, small town, so they both me well.
She hears what’s going on. She sees me struggling to exist on the daily. She pulls me to the side after class one day and says “Hey. My son broke his tailbone a couple years ago. We went to this doctor and the surgery they did really helped.”
Cue social studies teacher getting in contact with my parents and me having approximately a million appointments at a doctor’s office in *gasp* the great city of El Paso, Texas. The doctor decides that it’s best to remove the bone because it just floating around is causing A Lot of nerve damage.
So, July 7th, 2016 I got my tailbone removed from my body in a procedure called a coccygectomy. I had to figure out how to do things while either completely laying down or standing up for two weeks because I couldn’t sit. I walked around with a Franken-butt for a few weeks until the stitches dissolved. I still have nerve damage and I will probably never be able to sit normally or without pain again but it is so much better then it used to be.
And now that social studies teacher is my principal and I have a cool scar that I can’t ever show to anyone because well. The location of the tailbone is. You know.
The LACK of Buck in all the talk about Eddie's life was just SO LOUD.
Hi lovely! Thank you for this ask.
I couldn't agree more! Yes, as I tried to point out in my 614 meta, this felt like a pivotal moment in Eddie's journey, an understanding he had to reach, but if Buck is going to be the end game, then it makes sense that he was not a part of the conversation. He can't be. Because the conversation is partly about him. Tia Pepa may not know it, Eddie might not even realize it just yet, but that's a good reason to keep Buck separated from this conversation as far as the writers are concerned.
Have a great day, hon! As always, my ask tag. xoxox
