God there is simply so much potential for the Eddie/Chris/Ramon of it all in 8x13.
Are we going to finally see how things are really going with Chris and his new hobbies? Is Ramon putting pressure on Chris to perform at the chess tournament? Are we going to get a glimpse into the pressure Eddie experienced from Ramon growing up?
I really hope we get to see the juxtaposition between how Ramon acts with Chris and how Eddie does. Because Eddie has always been a gentle and caring father who just wants Chris to be happy and kind.
The still of Eddie and Chris in the bathroom feels like such a classic moment of Eddie being a kind, caring, supportive father and I feel like Chris hasn’t had that since he left L.A. and he’s going to remember how good it feels having someone who loves and supports him no matter what.
The most important part of having a mullet is letting it get greasy. You can’t go around washing your mullet every day, you’ve gotta commit to the greasy look. If you’ aren’t willing to commit to that, don’t get a mullet.
Realizing the writing doesn’t have to be done alone and is often more fun and more engaging when you’re doing it with friends is a life changing experience.
I don’t mean co-writing either. I mean having a friend or two who you talk through plot ideas with, who you bounce ideas off of, who you trust to tell you if something doesn’t work.
Nothing is created in a vacuum and nothing can be created alone. Sharing drafts and ideas is a vital part of the creative process and it’s a really fun part too.
is he acting out of character or did you get too attached to a headcanon
For me I think the best way the show could handle Eddie’s sexuality 8 seasons in would be for him to have a moment where he’s like “huh, maybe not straight” and then never touch on a label again. Because that’s what he is, not straight. To me he’s not gay or bi or pan, he’s just not straight.
And I think that would make sense for him. Eddie’s a guy who has forced himself into boxes his entire life (son, father, provider, soldier, firefighter). Making him label his sexuality feels like giving him another box that he feels like he’s forcing him into. Just calling him “not straight” and moving on would be a really fun way to break that cycle for Eddie.
my most staunch 911 opinion that i will never get past and which proves that mr tim minear has cowardice in his heart is: when eddie was kimspiralling and twisting his memories of shannon to be sunny and perfect, there should have been a 15 second flash of something we saw happen in season 2 or 3, but with shannon rewritten into the memory in place of buck
I don’t want to write a fic that’s fandom classic, that sounds terrible.
No, I want to write a fic that’s a cult classic. It won’t pop up on a ton of rec lists because it’s so niche. It isn’t going to show up on the first 100 pages on Ao3 when you filter by kudos.
I want to write the kind of fic that you stumble onto and think ‘huh, I’ve never through about them in X situation, I guess that could be fun’ and then you get so sucked in that you read the entire thing in one sitting and it rewires your brain a little bit. The kind of fic that you go back to time and time again.
by the way i’m sure every author feels their own way about this but if you ever spot a typo in my fic, feel free to tell me! i don’t really look for feedback on a writing/storytelling level or whatever but if there’s an obvious typo/dropped punctuation mark/etc, i’d prefer to know!
At least this 3:30am wake came with Lucy Dacus stuck in my head.
Are you fucking kidding me, the smartass twink and hot werewolf aren't even the main characters of the show?
Who the fuck is Scott?
imagine my surprise when i realized this post was NOT pulled out of someone’s archive from 2012
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phone sex | first time | feelings realization | sexual fantasy | blow jobs
"All right, fine, what—what are you wearing then?" Buck asks, laughing.
And Eddie—pauses. Goes still, beside his bed, in the dark bedroom that still doesn't feel like his. Through the open windows, he can hear the low drone of insects. The glass bottle is sweating condensation against his palm, and his skin feels damp and hot.
His pulse thumps in his ears. He sits on the edge of the bed.
"Eddie?" Buck says, and he can hear it in his tone, the anxious apology, the imminent backward scramble. "Listen, hey, I—"
"Boxer briefs," Eddie interrupts, which is true, so he doesn't know why it sends little panicky shivers racing through him.
"Oh," Buck exhales. "Uh."
"Dark blue. Hanes. If you were wondering."
Buck laughs, breathless, a little strange. "Ah, yeah, okay. Makes sense."
And they should leave it at that, probably. Definitely. They should definitely leave it at that. But Eddie's got something thrumming in his veins, pulsing with his heartbeat. It's not the same thing that made him walk into the ring years ago, but it's not entirely dissimilar, either. There's that same sense of free-fall recklessness. Stupid, aimless, break-everything recklessness.
"What about you?" he asks.
He listens to Buck inhale sharply over the phone. "Um."
"Gonna leave me hanging?" It comes out challenging, almost sharp. He doesn't know why. His senses are electric like he's on the edge of a fight.
“I miss you so much, man,” Eddie says as easy as anything. Like those words don’t have the power to breathe life back into Buck’s body and steal that breath back at the same time. “It’s dumb but - I guess I didn’t realize how ingrained you are in my life until suddenly you weren’t there.”
“I-I miss you too,” Buck manages to say, though he has no idea if he sounds normal or if he sounds like there’s an anvil on his chest.
Eddie smiles at him, eyes soft and fond even on Buck’s iPad screen. “I keep looking over my shoulder to say something to you or to see if you saw something dumb someone did too, but you’re not there.”
OR
Eddie goes to Texas to fix things with Chris and Buck pines.