FOUGHT AND LOST | SAM RYDER (insp) Better to have fought and lost than never fought at all
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.
Just putting this out there to let people know to watch what they post because you can be found and if you think that the government can't do this ...
Well, you better think again!!
Reminder that in 2017 4chan played capture the flag with Shia LaBeouf. Without any kind of a retail store to use for landmarks they got a rough estimate of the flags location from a livestream. They used the position of the sun to narrow it down to a specific time zone, they tracked the flight paths of planes seen flying overhead to further narrow it down. Then someone in the area drove around honking his horn while viewers on the livestream told him if he was getting closer until he found and stole the flag.
fuck it friday
thank you @rewritetheending and @eddiediaaz for tagging me!! here's a sneak peek from a set that's almost done and will be posted next week probably, this has been a lot of fun to work on!
tagging @pinkviper @queertartt @tawaifeddiediaz @alkaysani @oliverstaark @rogerzsteven @georgefans @jddryder @evcndiaz and anyone else who wants to share fic, art, meta, personal stuff, gifs, spec, etc. !
46. …out of envy or jealousy. for any pairing you'd like! only if it sparks joy, if not, no worries!
thank you! a bit of idiots-in-love buddie fluff; i hope you like :D
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Eddie does not, in his defense, actually plan to do it.
Not like this, anyway. Not in the middle of a crowded bar, not without actually talking to Buck about it first. He's been planning on talking to him. He's even worked out a rough script of what he wants to say. The main points anyway—the things it's important for Buck to know.
I want to take you out on a date. I think we might have something really good. I love you, I've been in love with you for years.
Probably not those last two parts. Not before he even manages to take Buck out on a real date, although the truth is when it comes to Buck there's really no such thing as coming on too strong. He still expects everyone around him to be one wrong move away from leaving.
So that explains this. Maybe.
Buck is warm in his arms, and his mouth is soft and startled against Eddie's, but he gets with the program fairly quickly. He doesn't shove Eddie off like Eddie half-expects, in that instant after the kiss starts when it's too late for him to change course or try to play it off. Instead, he melts into Eddie's arms.
His hand finds Eddie's hip, clutching and warm, and Eddie pulls him closer. Buck makes a soft, happy noise into his mouth, too quiet for anyone else to hear over the noise of the bar that seems very distant now, and tilts his head. His lips part; his tongue is hot, and this—is definitely the kind of kiss that shouldn't be happening in full view of the entire goddamn bar, even if it is late and dimly lit and it's just the two of them here in this corner of the bar.
Well. The two of them, and the guy who was over here blatantly flirting with Buck when Eddie came back from the bathroom. But he's gone now.
"Hey," Buck whispers when they finally part. He sounds breathless; his cheeks are flushed.
He looks happy. Eddie clings to that. He kissed Buck, and Buck kissed him back, and he looks happy.
"So, um," he says, when Eddie doesn't answer, too busy trying to throttle down a rising tide of panic. "Not that I'm complaining, at all, but where did that come from?"
"Uh," Eddie says eloquently, and to his mortification finds himself glancing toward the pool tables, where the dark-haired guy who was here a moment ago has long-since vanished into the crowd. He jerks his gaze back to Buck, but it's too late: Buck has already caught him.
"Wait," he says, starting to grin. Eddie kind of wants to sink through the floor, but for the fact that it isn't mocking at all; Buck looks absolutely goddamn delighted. "Wait, were you jealous?"
"No," Eddie lies defensively.
"You were! You came back, and he was flirting with me, and you were jealous." Buck savors the word like it's the finest wine he's ever tasted. "You were marking your territory, that's why you just kissed me!"
Eddie puts both hands over his face. "That's not why I kissed you."
It is, sort of, but it's not the main reason. Just the last little nudge to his self-control, which has been crumbling for ages now. That last little moment, when he saw a dark-haired stranger leaning into Buck's space, laughing, and some furiously greedy part of Eddie that he barely even knew was there reared up and snarled, no, mine!
And now he's here, mortifyingly exposed, and—Buck hasn't run. Buck is, in fact, still touching him: a warm hand on Eddie's hip, just above his belt. He's smiling. He looks happy.
"No?" he asks.
Eddie takes a deep breath, and makes himself look back at Buck. "I kissed you because I wanted to. I've wanted to for a while."
For an agonizing moment, Buck doesn't answer. His eyes scan Eddie's face; his lips are softly parted. They're red where Eddie was just kissing him. He desperately, desperately wants to do it again.
"Oh," Buck says finally, softly.
"Is that okay?" It doesn't come out as steady as he wants it to. But Buck smiles then, sudden and bright, and he pulls Eddie in with unmistakable intent.
"Yeah, it's okay," he says, and kisses him back.
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Before and after colorization/restoration: This is a famous 1920 photograph from a costume party at the Institute of Sexual Science, Berlin. The Institute is considered one of the first trans clinics in history and provided a refuge for queer and trans people of the era.
You can see more colorized photos of the Institute for Sexual Science and its visitors at elierlick.com/color
Christer Strömholm’s 1950s-60s photos of Parisian trans women are so gripping for me because they celebrate the materiality of trans life during an era when trans people supposedly didn't exist. Although we know little about the women, he titled each piece with their respective name.
Strömholm mastered chiaroscuro and who better to focus on than subjects that could light up any room? Rather than centering the quotidian horrors of midcentury trans existence (as most contemporaneous artists did), the series reflects on love, laughter, and everyday life.
Strömholm died in 2002 but his photos are still frequently exhibited in galleries around the world. For more on his photography and other colorized photos from trans history, see http://elierlick.com/color!
*reaches through your screen and shakes you by the shoulders*
accessibility goes beyond what the government decides is accessible!
disability is more than what the government decides is disabled!
*shakes Americans harder* the ADA is not enough and should not be the stopping point for accessible advocacy!
I'm happy this struck a cord because it's deeply frustrating as a (mostly) ambulatory disabled person that my other disabled comrades had to drag themselves up the capitol steps without their mobility aids to get the ADA passed, which was hopefully meant to be a bare minimum of recognition of a systemic problem and hopefully reflect new access that mirrors what ambulatory able-bodied people can access. This was never the case and has been weaponized against us american disabled people of all demographics to insinuate that we already have equal access. Now we have fun things like "ADA entrances" and "ADA accessible" as a selling point for events and hotels and the like.
I can't use the bathroom in over 50% of public places due to lack of sanitary features for my medical device. The ADA does not require hooks and/or shelving for medical devices, only that if hooks are offered they be at a level accessible by little people and wheelchair users.
And when I do have access to an accessible bathroom/stall, it's usually the only stall large enough to accommodate mobility devices like wheelchairs, which makes me weary of taking space from someone else. I bring an S hook (thank you followers for the rec) to make my own adaptations to stalls in a pinch. This usually isn't an option for people who require larger hooks to hang their mobility aids. Most accessible stalls also lack sinks as well, so we still have to handle our medical devices with soiled hands.
July is Disability Pride Month. I'd love to recommend starting with An Oral History of the Capitol Crawl if you'd like to learn a little more about The Capitol Crawl itself and the organization behind it, ADAPT. Despite the shortcomings of the ADA, I don't want to downplay the blood, sweat, and tears that disabled activists put into getting the act passed. We wouldn't have what we have today without them.
Other disabled people feel free to chime in about your experiences, especially in other countries. I can only speak from my experiences as a us american.
WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @spotsandsocks. Thank you for the tag! 💜
Have some more of the Eddie wants kids fic. Previous installments (which actually both come after this one because this is the very beginning that I just now wrote yesterday) here and here.
When Connor and Kameron show up to the station with the baby, Eddie is caught off guard. He's not expecting to see them walk in, he's not expecting the whole team to gather around them at the dining table, and he's certainly not expecting for Kameron to casually deposit the baby in his arms as he sits beside Buck, who coos quietly at the little bundle while Eddie stares in awe.
Eddie's still trying to get his bearings, eyes never leaving that scrunchy little face staring up at him with the kind of wonder that only exists in the eyes of a child. It's something he misses, Eddie realizes—something he'd missed, really, with Christopher. He's starting to think he might want another chance.
And then, before Eddie's even gotten his wits about him, Buck is nudging him with a shoulder, leaning in close and smiling that big smile Eddie loves so much.
"I make a pretty cute baby, huh?" Buck whispers, just for Eddie—because it's not something Buck would ever let anyone else hear for fear of overstepping, but he says it for Eddie, and Eddie feels himself short-circuit. Blinks hard as he tries to reset, and then he's huffing a quiet laugh—trying his damndest to cover the way his brain had stuttered at the words.
He shoots Buck a playfully incredulous look, tries his best to keep it light and silly, and he even thinks he succeeds as he stage whispers "I think Buck here is a little full of himself. Me and you might have to put him in his place, huh?" to the little one in his arms who just coos back in the most endearing way.
And Eddie would never admit it to Buck's face, but he's not wrong—he does make a pretty cute baby.
And he would never admit it to Buck's face, or maybe even to himself, but every moment he holds that tiny bundle in his arms, he's mesmerized by the sparkling blue that stares up at him—a tiny mirror of those eyes Eddie knows so very well—and it takes his breath away just how much of Buck he sees in those little eyes.
Tagging @messyhairdiaz @shortsighted-owl @megsvstheworld @reachingforaspark (if you feel so inclined) and anyone else wants to participate—I am completely blanking on people to tag at the moment.
All Star but it’s in a minor key so it makes you question life and realize the years start comin and they don’t stop comin
aka, the theme song to Shrek 9: Shrek’s Third Divorce
FEATURING THE AMAZING @allicatttx
i need a full version of this pls
Sis voice tho!
pirates of the caribbean really introduced an eldritch octopus man who kills indiscriminately and torments the dead as their poster villain and then you watch the movies and it's like, "oh no, actually the worst villain in this series is a small white british man who functions as the herald of capitalism" and that was very very brave of them
And if you're into women instead of men, I have some great news: the same technique applies for seducing autistic women!
You can in fact use this method to seduce autistic people of all genders!
As a nonbinary autistic person, I can confirm this is an excellent way to seduce us!
Una, Juan, Waiwai, Ginny by Hailun Ma for Modern Weekly China
PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN’S CHEST 2006 | dir. Gore Verbinski
Maybe it’s just because I’m Jewish but I do truly believe that life gets ten times better when you learn to complain cheerfully
I think a part of it is that it lets you acknowledge that something sucks, which is actually really good in a culture that wants us to pretend that everything is fine and we’re soldiering through all the time. Like, no, my grocery bag breaking and spilling all over the floor is not fine. I’ve had a long day and I’m really upset and on the verge of tears because I can’t handle one more thing and pretending like it’s fine only means breaking down later.
But if you let yourself complain, if you let yourself swear terribly and creatively, and you stare down at the bruised vegetables like they’ve personally disappointed you, and you make yourself smile because this is really just so, so stupid, you feel a little better. There’s a power to acknowledging that something sucks and making yourself feel better anyways. There’s a power to going “and THEN my bag broke, and it’s like—seriously? my day was bad enough” and doing it with a smile.
You shouldn’t have to pretend things are fine when they aren’t. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to smile through things that make you feel terrible. But if you can make yourself laugh by staring down at some strawberries that have decided to revolt, and give them a lecture on why they’re just terrible, really, and that makes you smile—then maybe that’s a good thing.
WIP Wednesday
tagged by @hippolotamus and @alyxmastershipper
for hippo who's loving my buddie tinder fic, here's another little snippet (also someone yell at me to finish it)
Eddie opens the door and is met with Buck squinting back and forth at something on his screen and Eddie. “Edmundo Diaz?” he asks hesitantly. He pretends to trip over the name, purposely mispronouncing a few vowels as if he’s never heard it before. As if he hasn’t known Eddie for five years and is constantly over at the Diaz household. Buck gives him a devilish smile as his eyes look him up and down. “Sorry. Couldn’t tell without the cute kitten in your arms.” He turns his phone around showing Eddie his own Tinder profile where there’s the picture of him cradling one of his sister’s new baby kittens. “Very funny, Buck.” Eddie opens the door wide enough for him to come inside. “I wasn’t expecting you to knock. You have a key, remember?” “Yeah, but this is a date. You’re supposed to knock when you’re on a date. Makes it romantic.” Eddie isn’t going to try to unravel that kind of logic. However. “Buck. This is a Tinder date.” Buck sat himself down on the couch, feet on top of the coffee table. With one raised eyebrow from Eddie, Buck took his feet off with a fond roll of his eyes. “So what? You expected me to come barging in waving my dick around? Come on, Eddie, I have some sense of decorum here.” Eddie leans against his kitchen counter. “Will this be the infamous decorum of Buck 1.0 I’ve heard so much about tonight?” The question seems to give Buck pause. He plays with the cuffs of his button down. Eddie tries not to think too hard on the fact that Buck dressed up for tonight. “Is that what you want? Buck 1.0?”