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Summary: Buck’s undershirt is smoke gray and sleeveless. The neckline is low enough that Eddie can see the curve of his pecs, dusted with golden brown hair, before they disappear underneath the fabric. The top of his “death or glory” tattoo is dark against the pale, plush swell of the muscle. Eddie swallows. He loves Buck’s chest, the broadness of it. Solid and dependable, strong and soft at the same time. Just like Buck.
He also loves teasing Buck’s nipples until he cries.
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For @buckweek 2026, day 5 prompt: “you clean up nice”/ outfits
Rated G, 905 words, fluff. Buddie with Theo on a special occasion.
“You clean up nice.” Buck gave Theo’s miniature sky blue tie one last playful tug and sat back on his heels.
Theo wrinkled his nose in confusion. “I didn’t clean anything, I just got dressed.” He pulled on the starched collar of his white shirt, tie immediately askew. “How long do I have to wear this? It’s itchy.”
Buck started to ruffle his hair, then realized he was undoing the half hour of hard work he’d put in to get it to stay in place. “Just for a little while, kiddo. Then you can take it off, I promise.”
Theo rolled his eyes and clambered up onto Buck’s bed, flopping down dramatically. His pants were wrinkling already. “Don’t call me kiddo! I’m not four anymore.”
“Oh, sorry. ‘Mr. Big Five Year Old,’ is that better?”
“Bu-uck!”
“Okay, okay. I just meant you look great. You can take off the jacket until we have to go out-” It was pointless to say, because Theo was already shedding his little gray suit jacket and starting to run away. “Hey, hold on a second! I wanna talk to you!”
He grabbed Theo by the waist as he tried to leap out the door, wrestling him to the ground. Theo dissolved into giggles, hair and tie already done for. It would be a miracle if he made it through the afternoon without staining his shirt, but Buck was laughing too. He couldn’t bring himself to care much about stains and scuffs and messy hair on a day like this.
“Wait, okay, wait!” He released the boy, and they both sat on the floor, backs against the foot of the bed, gray trouser-clad legs stretched out in front of them, feet flopping out to the sides. One pair of sneakers, and a much larger pair of shiny dress shoes. Buck nudged Theo’s shoulder with his elbow.
“I wanted to talk to you. I know this is a big day. There are lots of people out there who love you, and want to celebrate with us, and it’s gonna be great. But if you start to feel like it’s too much, and you need a break, just tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
“This first part might feel a little long and boring, but it’ll be over soon. And I need you up there with me, you have an important job to do.”
Theo looked dubious. “Just standing, right?”
“Yeah, but really important standing.”
“And then party!” Theo’s face lit up.
“Yes, then party.”
“And cake!” Theo jumped up and started for the door again, as if the cake were already waiting for him on the other side.
“And cake. Love you, kiddo.”
“Not kiddo!”
Buck grabbed him by the ankle. “Love you, man. Dude. Bro. Buddy. Pal.”
Theo fell down onto the plush rug, cackling. “Bu-uuck!”
A soft knock on the door interrupted their roughhousing. “Everything okay in there?”
And then the door opened, and Buck forgot to breathe for a moment, because Eddie was standing above him.
Eddie, in a warm tan suit jacket, hair perfectly arranged, pale blue tie matching Buck’s and Theo’s but neatly knotted around his neck, glowing with happiness. “I thought you guys were getting ready? Christopher’s waiting in the kitchen. Even the teenager is faster than you guys.”
And oops, Buck realized he was only half dressed, still in his undershirt, curls going wild from their wrestling match. Theo, pristine a few minutes ago, was already rumpled and somehow missing one shoe. He sprang to his feet, barely able to take his eyes off Eddie.
“We were. Are. Almost ready.” Buck grabbed his dress shirt off the bed and pulled it on.
“Hey, hi. Come here.” Eddie stopped him in his tracks, pulling Buck into a kiss and starting to fasten his buttons for him.
“Hi.” Buck’s thoughts went hazy momentarily before he came back to himself. “Not that I’m complaining, but isn’t this bad luck or something?”
Eddie laughed, a soft exhale Buck could feel on his neck. It made him shiver.
“I don’t think we need luck. It’s never really been our thing, anyway.” He finished with the buttons and smoothed Buck’s collar down. “I wanted to see you.”
Buck couldn’t argue with that. He leaned back in to kiss Eddie again, intertwining their fingers. He could feel Eddie’s smile against his lips.
“I should get out there. Everyone’s in the backyard already. Maddie’s coming to get you in a few minutes.” Eddie swiveled at the waist, but kept his lower body pinned against Buck’s like he couldn’t bear to part yet. “Come on, Theo.”
Theo was at the dresser, building pyramids out of rolled up socks, used to Buck and Eddie’s mushiness. He was now missing both shoes. “Coming.” He didn’t move.
“Grab your shoes, kiddo. We have to go.”
Theo finally gave up on his project and retrieved his sneakers from under the bed.
“What, so Eddie can call you kiddo but I can’t?”
Theo shrugged. “Yep.” He ran out the door, finally freed.
Eddie picked up Theo’s suit jacket with one hand, the other one still firmly clasped around Buck’s. He turned back to give Buck a parting kiss, grinning so wide their teeth knocked together. Buck didn’t mind in the slightest. “See you out there.” One more kiss. “You’re gonna be stuck with me now, Buckley.”
Buck squeezed his hand one last time before letting it drop. “Can’t wait.”
Game companies hate emulation, but none of them seem to understand that a lot of us would just buy ROMs from them directly if we could. I don't want a fifth remake of Final Fantasy IV, I want to pay five bucks for the 3MB file you already made bank with thirty years ago. Nobody who wants to play something for the purpose of retro gaming is going to consider a $40 remake as the alternative option, and we're certainly not going to let the original dissappear. They're crying about opportunity cost for a product they're not even selling.
op i know you're probably talking about like, video games, etc, but this is also critical for research science - my lab has so much abandonware, either because the company's out of business, or the company decided to not maintain it, and it's a fucking nightmare. we have two windows 95 computers that are CRITICAL for performing experiments/data analysis because the software needed is abandonware. one of the main roles for a guy in my lab is to maintain these little dinosaurs because if they go out, we lose access to ~20 years of raw data for research. part of why is that these companies also make their own file types, and make it difficult-to-impossible to convert those file types without their specific software. by habit, i convert all research files to more generic versions (txt, pdf, tif, etc) so that i minimize risk of losing my shit, but some stuff can't be converted.
for example, we have a microscope that is perfectly functional, good microscope, but its software is abandonware because the company refused to maintain it. the company is still in business, still makes essentially the exact same software, but they made all of the old tech incompatible with new software to force people to buy the new microscope tech. it would cost a quarter million dollars to replace this microscope. this perfectly good microscope.
so like, i know a lot of people look at the original post here and go "well op just wants old video games to play" (which is valid! games companies should not be able to push shit to abandonware and then close it off) but also this is critical for like. biomedical research. if y'all had any idea how much basic infrastructure built on science relies on shit that is technically abandonware, you would probably be horrified.
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that's a very good addition actually, a solid "you want me to ask people's kids about their genitals? can i have that in writing?" should make upper echelons very uncomfortable.
Lost my mind a little and added (if my math is correct) 5,615 beads to Nim Teasdale's Odenwald pattern. Anything worth doing is worth overdoing!
The goal was “soothingly weighted but not uncomfortable to wear, even as someone with chronic pain.” It could have been a little heavier, so maybe I’ll make a shawl with larger beads another time, but I’m very pleased with this one. I used size 6/0 seed beads, applied as I go with a .6mm crochet hook.
Yarn-wise, used 2 cakes of YarnArt Flowers. I knitted the fully purple sections from both, then knitted all the way through the yellow-oranges with a single ball. When I hit the beginning of red-oranges, I used yarn from both cakes, alternating between them. (Not the entirety of both, I played it by ear to make sure I made it through the full rainbow.)
I do have edited charts with bead placements. I will only share them with Nim's permission.
I've done A LOT of knitting/crochet this year while chronic illness kept me from my sewing machine, but I'm feeling much better now. There will be new quilts to look forward to soon, plus a few more yarn crafts to share in the meantime!
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i know the way people talk about their pets now is probably how we’ve been doing it for all of history. a cat owner in ancient rome saw their cat lounging on the dining pillows and commented “he thinks himself to be the senator claudius 🤣”
The first attested cat in Japan was given to a young 9th century emperor and his diary about it includes such gems as 'I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long.", "The color of the fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink.", "When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. You cannot see its feet. It’s as if it were circular Bi disk." and "I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.” Basically posting about how his void is the best little void and so good at getting really round
I need a “humans are space orcs” thing where all sentient species are weird like that, but in their own unique ways
And a lot of them are aware of this (like we are when we make these “humans are space orcs” stories)
Maybe one species enjoys getting bit by something equivalent to mosquitoes. Maybe one actively avoids the hospitable places on their planet because it’s boring without a challenge. You get the gist.
I want to see a bunch of aliens (+humans) sitting around a table talking about how their own species is a bunch of freaks
The thing about "humans are space orcs" is it was originally conceived of as a response to science fiction tropes in which every alien species had its own special thing except humans, whose special thing was either Most Generic, Most Adaptable, or Most Je Ne Sais Quoi. Like, in a lot of science fiction, Klingons are Honorable Warriors, Vulcans are Logical Scientists, Romulans are Cunning Strategists, and humans are all of the above in a way that leaves us slightly less good than any of them at their shtick but better overall and able to triumph because of our lack of specialization and the assumption that we are, somehow, just destined to be the best. See this scene from Enterprise for what I'm talking about. There's a similar scene in Mass Effect where Mordin talks about how humans are more variable and adaptable and less predictable than all the other races in that setting, which is super annoying if you know anything about how much our species is defined by the genetic bottleneck we suffered during the Ice Age -- the generic bottleneck that has left us all so genetically similar to each other that we can do crazy things like donate blood and organs to each other, things other species can't tolerate.
@prokopetz proposed that humans ought to get something special of our own that isn't just "We are the bestest and specialist in some generic way that feels like a vague and unsettling metaphor for American superiority and manifest destiny amidst all the other cultures of the world," and settled on space orcs because "Pursuit predators with freakish endurance" was the ecological niche we occupied during our own evolutionary history up until we started doing the civilization thing. The assumption from the start was that every other sci-fi or fantasy species would each be freaks in their own way, and the point of humans are space orcs was to let us be our own sort of freak, too.
People who expanded on the humans are space orcs stories immediately turned it into a reason to write little stories where humans are the biggest freaks or the only freaks and we are, in fact, the specialest most manifest destinyest je ne sais quoi-laden metaphors for the superiority of American culture over all the other cultures of the world. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
Which is to say you've reinvented the point of humans are space orcs from first principles. That's pretty cool.
I think my mistake was failing to appreciate just how readily "humans have exceptionally high cardiovascular endurance due to our real-world evolutionary history as specialised persistence predators" could be twisted around into "humans have superior Will to Power", which is the other problematic special niche humans have historically been assigned in popular science fiction.
I've always been uncomfortable with the term 'emasculate' even when I was a kid. Like, why do men get to feel like certain types of disrespect are worse for them than for women, or that certain types of disrespect are okay against women but special and bad aka emasculation against men. I’m always stunned that men will complain about feeling emasculated and, not stop to think about it, about why this disrespect is somehow only bad or is especially bad against them because they're a man. They’ll even complain about this to women. Not just feeling disrespected or anything like that but specifically emasculated. Their complaint is that they weren’t being treated like a man, but less than that. You know, like a woman. Because that type of disrespect is acceptable for a woman, just not a man.
When I was a teenager men would always tell me that they have it worse than women because they 'have to' hold open doors for women and pay for dates and other 'gentlemen' type of behaviors and use this as justification for sexism. But I noticed when I did these things for men, offering to pay for their dinner if I went out to get food with a guy, holding a door open for a guy, you know these 'chivalrous' types of behaviors they said means being a woman is easier, these guys would get fucking pissed. They'd be, you know, emasculated. Most of the time when I tried to hold doors open for men they'd actually physically grab the door from me and take it from me so that they'd be the one holding it open instead, and be really aggressive and pissy about it.
It made me not want men to do those little chivalrous things for me anymore like holding open doors, the fact that men would use these little chivalrous things as an excuse for why women apparently have it easier, but then they'd get infuriated if you tried to do it for them, it made me wonder what type of feelings they got just from little chivalrous gestures like holding open a door. So I started to get pissed when guys held doors open for me. If they thought it meant I had it easier in society, but then turned around and got pissed and offended when I did it for them, what does it mean to them? So I started refusing to let men do little chivalrous gestures like holding doors open for me, and that's how I got the reputation as the crazy femin*zi at my highschool. If it was insulting to them why did they want to do it for me so badly?
I stopped caring after a while. But I still wonder, why do so many men feel 'emasculated' by these little chivalrous gestures they insist on doing for women like holding a door? But then they also complain and get angry about how it's 'so unfair' that they 'have' to do these little chivalrous gestures? What does it all mean to them?
#it's also a way of excusing bad behavior#“our lives are hard so you can't blame us for being mean.”#demonstrating that this martyrdom is totally unnecessary makes them look stupid#and exposes their cruelty as a choice they are making not an inevitable result of pressure women are supposedly putting on them#showing how thin that story is embarrasses them#it reveals that they were duped and all their struggles trying to fit the patriarchal mold were for nothing#nobody needs them to be that guy#and in an attempt to preserve the house of cards that is their ego they take it out on the messenger
I hope you don't mind me bringing this out of the tags @words-and-threads but this input is just so good.
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He’s a character who gets very passionate about certain things. And I think he needs to be in an environment with a partner who he finds can encourage, enjoy, and embrace that about him. [...] I think he needs to feel, I guess, as we all do, safe in a relationship and appreciated for who he is.
– OLIVER STARK
And if Buck were to present anything else [to him other than friendship], I haven’t even wrapped my head around how Eddie would understand how to move forward with that — other than being caught off guard, I guess. It’s almost like when something’s so close, you can’t see [the bigger picture]. It’s right under your nose, but you can’t see it. I think that’s how it’s meant to be played.
– RYAN GUZMAN
EVAN BUCKLEY AND EDDIE DIAZ THROUGH THE SEASONS (original)
I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”
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