i can't stop thinking about photographer buck so...
It’s mostly a joke, when Eddie first mentions photography to him. Buck's editing a photo on Lightroom on his phone between calls, a photo of Eddie and Chris at the beach.
It's beautiful and Eddie loves it. Buck took it without them even noticing, the photo being even more special that way. Eddie is laughing at something Chris said, they're both wet from playing on the ocean and they have sand on their arms, hands and shoulders. The sun shining down and making the both of them look golden. The rays of sunshine forming almost a halo around them— the waves at the back making the picture even more breathtaking.
Eddie's half joking, half serious, when he tells Buck to buy a fancy camera to take pictures with.
He didn't think Buck would actually listen to him.
Next thing he knows, Buck's instagram becomes full of digitized film pictures of the 118, their family barbeques at the Grant-Nash's house. Pictures of Chris and Eddie at the beach, of Jee playing at the park, of Maddie laughing at one of Chim's jokes. A lot of pictures of Eddie, too.
Pictures of Eddie, of him rolling his eyes with a hand held out and half covering his face. A picture of Eddie mid-way through a laugh, an easy smile on his face.
And he swears, never before a camera has made his stomach do back-flips the way it does when Buck is trying to take a picture of him.
“I swear, I’ll break that thing if you don’t get that out of my face,” he snaps at him. They're in Eddie's kitchen and he's trying to follow a recipe Linda sent him last week, Buck being an enormous distraction and not helpful at all.
"I like capturing people in crisis, Eddie." Buck smirks, all smug and teasing. Eddie kinda hates him a little bit.
Except for the part where he doesn't hate him at all.
Buck grins, bright and unapologetic and Eddie loves him. So much he aches with it.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever." Eddie rolls his eyes, trying to suppress the fond smile that it's already forming on his face.
Later, he'll see the picture Buck takes. Eddie will be covered in flour, it'll be everywhere. In his arms, his clothes, his cheeks. The kitchen around him a mess of ingredients and half ass attempts at a meal. Eddie looking down with a small, shy smile. The warm, almost orange glow of the kitchen light making him look all soft and golden. Later, he'll see that picture and will think oh.
Oh.
He sees me the same way I see him.
Oh.
i think the whole world needs to be talking about the heartstopper cast at pride, honestly. what they did was SO powerful. a group of young queer actors metaphorically (and literally) carrying each other while marching; holding hands and flipping off homophobes; giving credit to each other where it’s due and spontaneously hugging each other after encountering bigots; pulling each other away from said bigots and just being completely inseparable.
this is what pride is all about! they’re setting a perfect example, not just for the new generation but for EVERYONE.
didn't expect the cute sea monsters animated film to go so hard for "imperialism sustains itself through violence, exploitation, and monopolistic revisionist history" so that was a nice surprise
important question for the buddie fandom: who do you think would make the first move?
Okay so I’ve been watching Rookie, and I wanna talk about how Tim and Lucy’s relationship changed after season 1 finale where Tim got exposed to a disease.
Like it changed more noticeably after Lucy’s kidnapping but it changed here too just more subtly.
As they danced in that empty, dimly lit gym hall, with none to criticise or see ,they were free from the chains that held them down. They could dance and sing to the beats of their hearts, like the day in the ice rink or the woods.
He was like fire, filled with love and compassion, twirling around letting the air guide him, as his steps were full of life.
She was like water, following through an endless ocean fording her own path, destroying those that doubted her as her heart guided her, making her steps were light and sure.
And as they dipped and lifted each other up, it was like a swirling tornado of hot and cold air. As they twirled around each other, pulling each other close and pushing each other away. Like their hearts verses the world. Forcing each other apart as they desperately wished to pull each other close.
But as the song came to an end, and the heavens finally looked away they knew that it would never be the same even if they wished it to be. They needed each other, to dance, to believe, to be.
But now was not the time, not for them but for the world. So as they stepped apart they decided to let the stars die, before something tried to kill it. Cause they weren't ready for the task ahead, they weren't ready to make history. Not ready to write all the desperately needed to be written, to show all that needed to be known.
Cause they were just two people with stars in their hearts wishing to reunite, they were people with a thousands of stories of tragedy hidden on their skin and a fire in their eyes. They had no armour, no skin of steel, no hearts with barricades. They were just two people wishing to hold each other, two people with souls who have never had the time. Two souls that fell at the wrong time and in the same way.
And so in that empty, dimly lit gym they knew that the right time would never come, it would always be to late or to early. But they couldn't risk it. They no longer had army's guarding their hearts or armour guarding their skin they were human. And they were carrying exhausted souls through the same streets of tragedy, carrying they same love and pain.
So as they looked at each other, hearts heavy, souls tired and deeply in love they turned away. Each walking their own path waiting for a when the time was right. But they knew that the only chance would be to look back and run to each other.
However that would be the guilt and pain they would bear. Alone and healing, wishing for another dance.
But time goes on. Even in heart ships, they will heal, cause they've survived a lot more hardships trying and failing of course. One day though they may succeed. They might get that last dance.
We don't talk enough about how straight out of fanfiction Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1 was , like just.... the Buddie of it all was indescribable....
Buck and Eddie getting kidnapped together
THE editing mistake
Buck responding to threat's against Christopher's life like Christopher was his kid
Mitchell being around Buck and Eddie for all of two seconds before realizing the best way to get either of them to respond is by threatening the other
Buck wanting Mitchell to kill himself, basically, if it meant that Eddie was okay
Everyone running away from the gunshot when Buck ran toward it
Buck hearing a gunshot and saying Eddie's name in that voice like you know he was reliving the worst moment of both of their lives
Buck running to Eddie
Eddie shaking off the cops when Mitchell shot himself and only having eyes for Buck, trusting Buck to get the equipment to keep Mitchell's heart beating
Eddie looking at Buck when he said he was going to see his son like he expected him to follow
Buck's face when he said Mitchell didn't get to see his son, like he could relate
that whole episode was on crack and speed and heroin I can't believe they did that
Weighted blanket is not enough I need someone to do this to me
ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends
So, we all know that Eddie hated Buck so easily saying he was the one who should’ve been shot.
But can we take a minute to acknowledge how much it also hurt him? He’s not just exasperated. There’s a reason he’s so emotional talking about it later.
It’s absolutely gut wrenching to hear someone you love talk about themselves like they don’t matter. Like their life doesn’t matter. And Eddie has been listening to Buck’s self-deprecation for a long time.
This was just what finally broke him.
Creative writing prof: You’re in control. You’re the puppet master. You control these characters - what they do, what they say, what they think-
Every writer I know: My characters stopped listening to me and now I’m 8272836 words in to a plot that went of the rails on page 3