I felt like doing a recap of some of the graveyard scene artworks I've made during the past years, you can find it on my Patreon 🤍

Art trade I did with @jeffysparrow.bsky.social on BlueSky and this is my half! First art of 2025 and its Frerard 🖤

I was scrolling through TikTok and came across this video: https://www.tiktok.com/@swftposen/video/7169851542051327258 It hit me right in the heart — I had to write something. Here’s what came out.

Title: The world moved on. I didn’t.

Spring bloomed in lilac and breeze, but Clarissa Dovey didn’t notice.

The field around the grave was far too quiet for a world that had lost Leonora Lesso. She laid the picnic blanket over the grass just like she had during those stolen lunches between classes, back when trees still whispered secrets and Lesso’s eyes held color and warmth.

She set down two porcelain cups, a lavender tea jar, and a batch of the shortbread biscuits Lesso used to love — the ones she had learned to make herself, because no one else remembered.

“You would’ve called this sentimental,” she murmured, adjusting a small bouquet of daffodils at the base of the gravestone. “But I know you’d eat at least two before pretending they were terrible.”

The silence replied, but Clarissa didn’t mind. She stayed for hours, reading aloud from Lesso’s favorite books, telling her how Tedros was still as stubborn as ever, how Sophie had started wearing more black than pink — as if trying, at last, to understand grief.

She spoke of sleepless nights. Of dreams where she saw a flicker of that dry laugh. Of days when she almost called her name in the hallway.

“I’m not sure time heals,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes, it just distances. And that hurts more.”

By the time the sun dipped behind the trees and dusk painted the sky violet, Clarissa hadn’t moved. She likely wouldn’t.

A soft presence came up behind her.

Without words, Anemone slipped a coat over Clarissa’s shoulders and gently took her arm, helping her to stand.

No questions were asked. No speeches given.

Just quiet support, steady and warm.

I've convinced myself that Eddie liked Buck from the very beginning - but only subconsciously. I mean, look at how he's watching Buck in 2x01, even as Buck is being bratty as they work out.

Even though Buck has been anything but kind to him up to this point, Eddie's more miffed than angered by it. Maybe a little disappointed too.

We all know by the end of 2x01, Eddie wins Buck over, and they both quasi promise to have each other's back. And then the rest of their story so far has many important and telling moments, but what if we fast forward to season 6 episode 15 and that loaded graveyard scene? Is this scene the moment where Eddie Diaz finally *consciously* realizes that his feelings for Buck are not only platonic? It was such a layered scene. Of course, there is Eddie's shellshocked reaction to Buck's proclamation that Natalia, the death doula who he just met, really sees him (bites lip in agitation), but beyond that...

It's clear that Eddie goes on to have a profound revelation after Buck says that. But what does it mean?!

He tells Buck, "You haven't been the same since it happened. But how could you be?" as he turns away and processes something internally. Perhaps something about himself as well. Eddie actually looks a little startled. A few seconds later, he reassures Buck that he doesn't have to be anyone for anybody and that experiences like this change them. He goes on to ask Buck what changed in him. I think the moment Eddie admits Buck hasn't been the same, he realizes that he has changed too. Exactly how is not made clear. Even Buck's own response to Eddie's question is vague (he says he feels like he cheated death). How did Eddie change? How did Buck change? The writers don't commit Buck and Eddie's feelings clearly in dialogue, so fans are forced to speculate, and it's why the general audience members, who don't rewatch scenes and lean in hard to the characters, think us buddie shippers are clowning half the time. *deep sigh*

Old world gentleman Barnabas Collins comes home shortly after dawn and finds that the window of his front parlor has been smashed in. Entering the house, he finds two young men passed out. He knows both of these men, and knows that neither is what he seems to be. The taller of them, who once asked to be called Jabe, is in his true form an indescribable monster from beyond space and time, the…