#clusterbuck

[glorious-spoon]

for book asks, 6 & 19?

6. what books have you read in the last month?

the Emily Wilson translation of The Iliad, Watership Down, and The Green Mile (the second two are rereads). currently starting an collection of Ursula Le Guin short stories.

19. most disliked popular books?

answered here!

(book asks)

[bakugeorge]

hi liz!! for the book asks, 1, 7, 11?

hiii emma <333

book you've reread the most times?

i answered this but on reflection i've definitely also read the all for the game series like. at least 5 times. it's simultaneously really short and also quite long?? like i'll get into it, knock over foxhole court easily, then keep going and suddenly i've been reading non-stop for like 2 days straight

7. is there a series/book that got you into reading?

like, regrettably it was hp. i got really into the series in 2003/04, when the third movie was coming out and i think the fifth book?? and as much as jkr is the literal antichrist now and i can't think about hp without getting a sour taste in my mouth, it really was such a community of booklovers - in person, with my sister and my mum and my friends, but also online! the first fan communities i really joined were hp roleplay groups on stardoll lmfao. it was some of the first fic i wrote too. absolutely i think i would have been an avid reader even without hp but it's pretty inextricably linked to that aspect of me.

11. what non-fiction books do you like, if any?

loads!! i'm an historian (well, non-practising atm) so history books are my jam. i really like socio-cultural histories, looking at big events or people from a different perspective - e.g. the book i just finished on the julio-claudian women, or one of the gazillion books on ww1 i've read that talk not just about the war but about grief, or trauma, or anything else thoroughly human and far more interesting to me than just battlefield coordinates and army statistics. off the top of my head, joanna bourke's an intimate history of killing and dismembering the male are really, really good examinations of war (not just ww1) and what it does to the men who were in the thick of it. stuff like that, that's why i love history.

[capseycartwright]

hiiiiiiii lorna it’s only weird if you make it weird if u want<3

a throwback to quarantine era because there's just not enough of it u know?

Eddie Diaz is a grown man. He probably shouldn’t need to clarify that, but he is a grown man – and as a grown man of thirty-something years of age, he shouldn’t be feeling so weird about sharing a bed with his best friend.

Except he might be having a panic attack of some kind.

“Eddie,” Buck huffed, squirming as he got settled on the left side of his California King. He looked laidback, and comfortable – which was to be expected, Eddie supposed, given this was Buck’s bed, and Buck’s home. Eddie had always struggled with comfort, and he relied on being in his own space to find that comfort: and now, he was here, in Buck’s loft, sharing the relatively small space with three other people, and he wasn’t sure when he’d actually be able to go home to his own house, to his son.

“Buck,” Eddie mimicked, trying to use sarcasm to cover up his nervousness.

He didn’t know why he was being so weird.

(He did –

His slowly changing feelings toward Buck were something Eddie didn’t have the mental – or emotional – capacity to deal with just yet, and then the world went mad, and they were in lockdown and there was a killer virus spreading through the world, and now Eddie was having to face sharing a bed with his best friend who he might – maybe – have some less than platonic feelings toward, and –

He was being weird about it.)

“You have to get in bed if you’re going to sleep,” Buck hummed, folding his arms across his chest. He was wearing pyjamas, a garish cartoon character printed on the front of the grey material.

“I just – is it weird?” Eddie hopped from left, to right, the cool wood of Buck’s bedroom floor cold under his bare feet. But he’s not an animal – he wasn’t going to sleep with socks on and face the cripplingly domestic task of finding the socks he would inevitably kick off during the night under the weight of the shared duvet.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Buck shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with Eddie for the foreseeable future.

“I snore,” Eddie offered.

“I talk in my sleep,” Buck countered. “I kick sometimes, too – so sorry in advance to your shins. Any other arguments to make?”

Nightmares, Eddie wanted to say –

Sometimes, he woke up screaming and he couldn’t remember why: and other times, he woke up screaming and the why felt terrifyingly vivid: it was Afghanistan, it was watching Shannon die, it was losing Christopher and that constant fear that Eddie wasn’t a good enough father, it was watching the ladder truck up and the weight of it crush Buck while Eddie screamed Buck’s name until his lungs burned.

“I’m a restless sleeper,” he finally settled on a more measured set of words: because admitting to the fact that his sleep was plagued by nightmares and insomnia felt as though it wasn’t something he could talk about right now – and maybe wasn’t the right moment, either, given the tension that had crept into every corner of Buck’s loft as the four of them wondered how long they might have to live like this: crushed in like sardines, desperate to protect their families from a virus they didn’t know enough about yet.

Buck grinned. “I’m a deep sleeper,” he countered. “So, we’re a perfect match.”

Eddie couldn’t argue anymore, and so he nodded, padding the final few metres to the right side of Buck’s bed, tugging his side of the duvet free, sliding in, the cotton of Buck’s sheets soft under his skin. Buck’s bed was big, sure, but they were two relatively big guys – so Buck’s shoulder was pressed to his, as Eddie tried to get settled.

“It’ll be okay,” Buck reassured, his voice quiet, quiet enough to make sure that Hen, and Chimney couldn’t hear from downstairs. Those words were for Eddie, and Eddie alone.

Eddie appreciated it so much he could cry.

“How do you know that?” he wasn’t great, at voicing his fears, but Buck had always made him feel comfortable enough to admit to some of those dark thoughts running a marathon inside of his head.

“Because,” Buck nudged Eddie’s shoulder, the faint outline of his smile in the dim light of the loft all the reassurance that Eddie had ever needed to get through the worst days of his life. “It always is, when you and I have anything to do with it.”

And yeah –

Maybe Buck was right.

send me a 'there was only one bed' prompt

[thirdwheelravi]

highly recommended with or without the frozen blueberries (or with chocolate chips)

i see nutmeg and im already sold

[henswilsons]

ok first of all tequila fucks but i’m not here to fight about that i’m here to fight about ?? tequila and chocolate biscuits ?? we did it lads we finally found an alcohol pairing more questionable than ed sheeran’s “doritos and a bottle of wine”

@jjudaslips NO OK HEAR ME OUT tequila is actually so yucky (im sorry emma but i have to speak my truth) and whenever i do a shot of it i have to send a prayer up to every universal deity that i won't immediately yak it up , and regular mixers do NOTHING to get rid of the taste like i can still taste it in my mouth. but ive discovered if i immediately eat something after (i am particularly partial to chocolate digestives however snickers bars and nectarines are also a+) then the taste completely washes away and i can keep it down. TRY IT TRUST ME it will make tequila shots so much more bearable

[buckbuddies]

ok but now I need a buddie fic about this, any writers feeling inspired?

[bellefoxs]

omg have you seen the ones that’ll have buck addressing athena and bobby as ma and pa like ma’am what planet are you living on

I Have Not but good lord what are these people smoking?? they really want a 30 year old man to be babied so bad.

like i literally saw this fic where buck has gone through something and athena is like. coddling him and glaring at anyone who looks at him the wrong way and it's just??? in actual canon, athena wasn't half as gentle with him when his own sister was kidnapped?? what are these people on? it's SO insulting omg their racism is really showing

[imtheiliad]

hello i would like to know your opinion on *spins wheel* lemonade and marine life and uhhhh the concept of the human soul

hiii emma <3

First off, lemonade- as in the american concept of lemonade is great, but i prefer limeade, if we are talking the international concept of bubbly lemon-lime soda- also good but mostly for when i am sick or on an airplane. Marine life is fucking incredible, in another life i am a marine biologist or marine naturalist (legit almost did that but there is too much science :/). it is also fucking terrifying, like giant squids??? mother nature said sea monsters are fucking real. Now the concept of the human soul, man oh boy, i was raised with soul ideology out the wazoo, do i remember anything about it like practically or the philosophy? hell no, and i am not at all religious but the concept of souls fascinate me. the fact that we have created this entity that encapsulates us that can transcend time and a physical body because we are desperate to find peace with death, to create a way for us to believe in staying connected to those we have lost is something that makes us human. that is not to say if you dont think souls are real etc. that you aren't human, it is just such an instinct that is chased time and time again by philosophy and religion to the intrigue of the paranormal and supernatural. i hope that makes sense.

your opinion on ____