Sardine loaf was crazy what is he thinking lol

Anyway, I’ve talked myself into needing Buck to bake his own wedding cake in a flavor Eddie chose topped with a new-old recipe of Bobby’s for the filling that Athena’s been holding onto for exactly this occasion & Chris’s favorite icing & for everyone to think it’s delicious.

But long-story short, why do all of Buck and Eddie’s important conversations & fights happen in a kitchen? Because that’s where they learn how to love and grow, both on their own and together.

He’ll love Buck for Buck until Buck’s able to try again on his own.

I’ve got more thoughts on Eddie and food (specifically regarding flavor), but they’re not as well organized so I’ll leave it at that for now.

Eddie will keep eating the store-bought baked goods, bc he wants to be there when Buck tries to heat up a Costco cheesecake in the microwave & burns it - he’ll be there when Buck falls apart. He’ll bring him food while he’s at his worst and help him make it when he’s ready.

It’s unclear so far if Chris notices, but Eddie knows he’s struggling, knows he’s putting up a front. And he still meets him where he’s at. He doesn’t mention that they’re store-bought, not because he doesn’t know, but because Buck needs him to let him heal his way.

I love the concept of Buck serving store-bought macarons in 9x14 to Eddie and Chris. He’s trying to present a Buck who is whole and able to love himself, but he just can’t put in any more effort right now. He buys macarons. They’re too perfect. The Diazes love him then too.

And while others see his efforts, they enjoy the recipes Bobby inspired, but mostly wait for Buck to get better at it, Eddie loves every single thing Buck’s baked so far. He loves all of Buck’s attempts at loving himself, no matter how amateur, bc he loves Buck unconditionally.

He’s not very good at it to start (the melted butter “scones”, the lemon loaves Chimney doesn’t eat, the cream of tartar-less snickerdoodles), but he’s trying. He’s not good at loving himself on his own without Bobby or without a relationship, but he’s trying.

But Bobbys not here anymore. Now Buck has to learn how to love himself without Bobby, in a new way. He started learning with Tommy/bi-realization, but since then, he’s had to learn how to be alone again and how to love himself on his own -> he’s teaching himself how to bake.

Buck learned to cook from Bobby: he learned how to love himself, how to find his family, who he is from Bobby. He could love himself bc he loved Bobby and Bobby loved him. But now Bobby is gone. Buck can still love himself bc he knows Bobby loved him. He can still cook.

I was talking with a baker friend who hasn’t seen 911 this weekend bc I wanted her take on how bad Buck’s baking actually is (verdict: bad). When describing how I know he’s intentionally bad bc we’ve seen Buck’s cooking mirror his self-discovery, I realized that 🧵

happy st. patrick’s day ☘️

Them framing Eddie as the man who killed Buck in a lovers quarrel is CRAZY

Vanishes-ing*

OMG we really are getting close to gay Eddie canon, he’s entered the experiencing microaggressions stage.

Heller to Buddie pipeline how we feeling????

They’re the Lady Vanishes-big Eddie Diaz hell fucking yessssss

Does anybody happen to know any canon compliant Destiel fic w/ Cas AS Heaven?

I’ve got this hc where Dean learns Cas literally IS his heaven & says “Wish you could be here Cas - We coulda had a real good time” & a light above the bar explodes & Dean thinks it the best thing ever. Anything similar?

Chimney chuckles and picks a few pieces of rogue broccoli out of his son’s hair. “Gotta be on the lookout for those pants fires, little Nash. Safety first.”

Eddie shakes his head, forces the takeout box into Buck’s hands, and brushes past him out the door. Buck opens the box’s closed lid to take a peak inside and grins at what he finds. He gives Chimney a little two finger salute and follows Eddie out onto the street.

Chimney waves back and calls out, “Be careful, Di-ahz! You know, because of the pants - wouldn’t want the jar to get too hot and shatter!” Then sing-songy, “Good luck!”

Chimney can’t see Eddie’s face but he sees him stiffen. Buck looks curious, asking without asking what that was all about.

Eddie turns a deep red, looking anywhere but at Chimney. He notices something by the door, “FINE. Not a box then, a jar or something. Whatever! My ride’s here. See you in a week.” He pushes his seat back from the table and stomps towards the exit where a waiting Buck is grinning and waving.

Chimney is about to mention that Eddie drives a Prius now, not a truck when Nash chooses that moment to reach up to the table and pull Chimney’s takeout box directly into his lap, spilling its contents everywhere.

Chimney gives Eddie a look and laughs, “What’s that about boxes staying closed?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, a blush that’s equal parts embarrassed and angry dusts his cheeks, “Whatever, I’m saying it’s not a big deal! Tiny deal. Tiny enough to box up & move on. Get back to “normal.”” He sours, “Throw it in the back of my truck & head on out. Keep it closed. I don’t need it anymore.”

Eddie huffs petulantly, “OK, Fine. It gets quiet sometimes, I guess. IF,” he glares to emphasize the If and not When of his statement, “I ever even notice it, I leave a minute. Take a walk or something.”

Chimney stage whispers to Nash, “Can’t be fun to go for a walk with burning pants.”

“Nope.” Eddie says, popping the “p”. He types something, locks his phone and sets it with his takeout box. He watches little Nash blow spit bubbles, pointedly ignoring Chimney.

Chimney shoots Eddie a look, unconvinced, “Uh-huh. That, little Nash, is what the LAFD calls a liar, liar, pants on fire.”

Chimney’s silence conveys how much he does not believe that in the slightest, before he tries, “Busy. Right. Definitely not because we’re feeling any kind of way about Buck moving into a new house?”

Baby Nash fusses. Chimney changes him over to his other arm and resumes his leg bouncing. “Duh, I mean you haven’t been over much at all since he moved in.”

Eddie’s face closes off, his eyes immediately dropping back to his phone. He shrugs, “Been busy.”

“Yeah, I know, Di-ahz, I mean,” Chimney makes eye contact with a confused Eddie, “you haven’t stayed over at Buck’s for longer than an hour or so have you?”

Eddie’s sighs, “Maddie got to you too. Chim, It’s not haunted. It was never haunted. It was just a guy living in the attic.”