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Random thing for people to consider is that since Laika is the saint of one way trips should Felicette be known as the saint of safe landings since she did make it back to the ground safely
tu LANCES félicette ? tu lances son corps comme la fusée ? oh ! oh ! prison pour les scientifiques ! prison pour les scientifiques pendant Un Mille Ans !
You can understand the French perfectly fine with only context but the English translation I got still had me floored
I would NOT eat a Chikorita but I have enough sense to know that it should be served cold with a strawberry balsamic vinegarette and a sprinkle of feta
i know how to make art……….. i LIKE making art………. making art is fun……………. i feel fulfilled when i make art……………………..
can anyone find me that mesopotamian clay tablet telling you to marry a party girl because she'll bring you joy
It's from the "Maxims of Ptahhotep", purportedly written by a 96-year-old vizier to pass on his wisdom to his son:
If you marry a good-time girl
A joyful woman known to her town,
If she is wayward,
and revels in the moment,
do not reject her, but instead let her enjoy;
joyfulness is what marks calm water.
yay ty. Between the above and the links in the mentions we have 3 translations total
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hi! for the writing prompts, 8? :)
8) thighs wrapped around a waist
It's quiet for just long enough for Buck to start panicking.
It feels more intimate, now, warm air exhaling from one of their lips in one breath, inhaled by the other in the next. Slow, instead of ragged. Deliberate, instead of desperate.
Scared, instead of sure.
"I--" he says, because he's always been incapable of leaving things well enough alone. He watches Eddie's chest, bare and golden. He doesn't let his eyes fall lower, doesn't let himself take in the way Eddie's waist looks against his fingers, the curve of his thighs over Buck's hips. He can't let himself remember this. He's fooling himself if he thinks that it's not seared into him already. "We just--"
"Yeah," Eddie says, when Buck can't quite bring himself to complete the sentence.
"And you--"
"I know," Eddie says. And there's a little tremble in his voice, something that's already beginning to retreat. Buck wants-- Buck can't-- Buck has to--
"Eddie," he says, and the word still feels shiny and new in his mouth, even after all these years. Even after tonight, when he must've used up a lifetime's worth of Eddie's, murmured and moaned and tucked into secret places.
"Buck," Eddie says, and there's something caught there, too. There's a hitch of air over Buck's lips, like Eddie wants to say something else. He doesn't.
For a moment, it feels like that's it. The glass fractured between them falling back into shape. Buck can't look into his eyes. Eddie can't say it out loud. Nevermind the come on their stomachs, their swollen lips, the bruises they won't be able to hide.
Buck thinks, believes, tells himself that they can still come back from this. It's them. They have to.
Then Eddie's thighs shift slightly, and Buck's fingers tighten involuntarily.
He doesn't mean to. He needs to let Eddie go. If Eddie can't-- if he's not-- Buck can't do this halfway, can't be the anchor on another sinking ship. Not anymore, and especially not with Eddie.
But his hands don't listen to him. They press into Eddie's sides, the divots of his hips. If Buck looks down, he knows he'd be able to map out the bruises they're going to leave. He doesn't. He can't. He watches the St. Christopher against Eddie's sternum instead, trying to force himself to relax, to let go, to say something easy and funny, something to make Eddie laugh, to forget all of this.
But Eddie gets there first: fingers against Buck's jaw, and Buck wants to close his eyes but it's Eddie. It's Eddie. It's always been Eddie.
It's Eddie, brown eyes looking down at him, something awed in his gaze. It's Eddie, muscles relaxing under Buck's grasp, going liquid and soft and letting Buck hold onto him. It's Eddie, a smile cresting his face like sunrise after the longest night of the year: slowly, then all at once.
"Buck," Eddie says again. And, oh, Buck can hear him, now.
"Eddie," Buck replies. Eddie's legs shift again, but only to wrap themselves tighter around Buck's waist. Buck's hand go loose, but only so he can run them up Eddie's sides, cup his face.
He can feel Eddie's cheeks shift under his fingers, the soft swell of his smile running through his fingertips and directly into his heart.
"Hi, Buck," Eddie says, something other than fear in his voice.
Buck laughs, startled, wondering. "Hi, Eddie."
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So, uh, what was the context of the person who said Abby x Eddie was "Lolita-esque" Haz they even read the book for fucks sake??
Tim Minear in an interview I fear 😭
The core conceit of Lord of the Rings is pretty funny. You are a twenty three year old in a suburb of Maine. The little bracelet in your grandpa’s attic has an inscription on it that is the password to the world’s entire nuclear arsenal. It is up to you to walk to the only hydraulic press in the world, located in Arizona, before the FBI finds the bracelet, kills you, and enslaves the suburb of Maine you currently live in
#the bracelet is also radioactive
Lolita is not fundamentally about a teenage girl with a crush on an older man or a sexually charged young woman making an older man uncomfortable. It is about Humbert Humbert exploiting, abusing, and manipulating a child while attempting to present himself as romantic and sympathetic. The tension in the novel comes from predation and power imbalance. By describing Abigail as a "young girl with raging hormones" and calling the dynamic "Lolita-ish," the interview reduces the novel to a stereotype that strips away the very thing that makes it disturbing in the first place.
It is also a poor fit for Eddie's characterization. Throughout 9-1-1, Eddie is consistently portrayed as protective, duty-driven, and often excessively responsible for vulnerable people. The discomfort in the Abigail storyline is not that viewers believe Eddie might reciprocate her feelings; if anything, the tension comes from the audience recognizing Abigail's unhealthy attachment before Eddie does. On screen, the dynamic reads as a story about grief, loneliness, idealization, and blurred emotional boundaries. Many viewers saw meaningful parallels between Eddie and Abigail in their repression, religious guilt, and desire to find salvation through another person. Those themes emerge naturally from the episodes themselves and connect to Eddie's broader character arc.
The interview answer feels jarring because it reframes a storyline that many viewers understood as tragic and psychological into something primarily sexual. Rather than focusing on Abigail's vulnerability, Eddie's savior complex, or the emotional consequences of their relationship, it centers the idea of a hormonally driven young woman fixating on an older man. In doing so, it misses both what Lolita is actually about and what makes the Eddie-Abigail storyline compelling. The uncomfortable part of the story is not sexual temptation; it is watching two damaged, lonely people become entangled in a relationship that neither of them is equipped to navigate safely.
In case you don't feel like reading even the Wikipedia plot synopsis just understand that this book takes place while Dolores is between the ages of 12 and 17.
Lolita - Wikipedia
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buck wakes up before everyone else and he’s in the kitchen doing dishes, starting breakfast, etc when theo shuffles in, hair an absolute sleepy mess and he walks over to buck and just leans on the side of his leg, wraps a hand behind buck’s knee. buck pets through his hair and says, “morning, honey. you sleep good?” and theo sleepily nods against buck’s leg.
they just rest there, buck scrambling eggs, theo nearly falling back asleep when eddie comes shuffling in the exact same way as theo did, hair also a wreck, rubbing his eyes. buck turns towards him and smiles as eddie plops down into a kitchen chair.
“hey,” buck murmurs. “you sleep okay?”
eddie nods the same way as theo and buck is melting, he’s a puddle of goo.
“breakfast will be ready in a few. you hungry?”
eddie nods again. buck feels theo’s little head nod against his knee again.
then, because the universe wants to kill buck, the sound of crutches scraping against the floor fills the room. chris comes in, hair matching theo and eddie, murmuring “morning.” and because he’s still sleepy, he forgets to be a moody teen who doesn’t like affection from his dad and leans against eddie.
buck smiles, says “good morning, bud.” and his hearts overflows with love for his little family.
Lolita is not fundamentally about a teenage girl with a crush on an older man or a sexually charged young woman making an older man uncomfortable. It is about Humbert Humbert exploiting, abusing, and manipulating a child while attempting to present himself as romantic and sympathetic. The tension in the novel comes from predation and power imbalance. By describing Abigail as a "young girl with raging hormones" and calling the dynamic "Lolita-ish," the interview reduces the novel to a stereotype that strips away the very thing that makes it disturbing in the first place.
It is also a poor fit for Eddie's characterization. Throughout 9-1-1, Eddie is consistently portrayed as protective, duty-driven, and often excessively responsible for vulnerable people. The discomfort in the Abigail storyline is not that viewers believe Eddie might reciprocate her feelings; if anything, the tension comes from the audience recognizing Abigail's unhealthy attachment before Eddie does. On screen, the dynamic reads as a story about grief, loneliness, idealization, and blurred emotional boundaries. Many viewers saw meaningful parallels between Eddie and Abigail in their repression, religious guilt, and desire to find salvation through another person. Those themes emerge naturally from the episodes themselves and connect to Eddie's broader character arc.
The interview answer feels jarring because it reframes a storyline that many viewers understood as tragic and psychological into something primarily sexual. Rather than focusing on Abigail's vulnerability, Eddie's savior complex, or the emotional consequences of their relationship, it centers the idea of a hormonally driven young woman fixating on an older man. In doing so, it misses both what Lolita is actually about and what makes the Eddie-Abigail storyline compelling. The uncomfortable part of the story is not sexual temptation; it is watching two damaged, lonely people become entangled in a relationship that neither of them is equipped to navigate safely.
what do you mean my disability disables my abilities? what the fuck
help me piece it all together darling
4.6k words, teen, buddie. (mostly) medically accurate amnesia.
There are two categories of person: those who get migraines, and those who don’t. There are many people who fall into the former category and do not realize it, because they happen to be those lucky bastards whose migraines are trigger-reliant and who never manage to spring that particular trap.
On the scale of migraine luck, Buck is on the better end. He has had migraines before, so he knows he’s one of the people who can have them. But it’s only happened three times in over three decades of being alive, so he doesn’t have to, like, deal with them.
Well, four times, now. Allegedly. Because he doesn’t remember getting a migraine today.
To be more precise, he doesn’t remember the last five hours.