we might end up real close

once again reflecting on how absolutely nothing will be funnier to me than the scene transition from buck - half naked in the hospital bed, fully waxed, coated in foundation, screaming whilst the medical staff relocate his shoulder (procedure for which one does not need one's shirt off - did the drs insist? did buck??) - to eddie sitting by his bedside, moustache, swimsuit magazine, exuding the energy of a 1950s husband waiting for his wife to finish giving birth

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Sometimes the most radical thing you can do in a loud, exhausting world is stay soft. Kindness isn’t weakness, hope isn’t naïve, and caring deeply isn’t embarrassing. The world changes because people refuse to stop believing it can be better, and that belief starts in small places, a kind word, and choosing compassion when it would be easier not to.

month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in

yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second

many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third

we have got to start putting gargoyles on buildings again

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sometimes being buck is like. you see a fire start in your house and it's getting really warm and uncomfortable so you go to ask for help. and when people ask what you need help with you're like well you see my house is very warm. and they're like oh well that's not a big deal just open some windows, which doesn't sound right but you trust them so you go into your burning house and open some windows and hm. still burning. so you ask again hey my house is uncomfortably warm and they're like wow still complaining huh. well I guess you can get an AC unit. and you're like oh so I shouldn't move out? and they're like what no just because it's a bit warm? you're being kind of dramatic. and you suppose they're right so you go out and get an AC and plug it in and it sparks and the fire gets even bigger. and you really don't know what to do at this point so you just go outside and watch the house reduce to char and then you pick through your stuff and tell everyone that you're moving and they're like oh what why? and you shrug and go I guess it was a bit warm. and they exchange looks like they think you're being kind of silly and you do feel kind of silly but you don't really feel like sleeping on grass so you just laugh and go find a new place and wonder how everyone else manages to just deal with their houses burning down. you must just not get it.

meanwhile sometimes being eddie is like. your house starts to get warm one day. you assume it's just temperature fluctuations. you go to work and someone comments that your clothes smell a little like smoke. you snort and make a quip about your cooking skills. your house is a little warmer when you get home, and huh it does smell a bit like smoke. probably nothing, but you get your kid to sleep over somewhere else because he probably prefers a more temperate house. he looks at you weird when you drop him off. it's probably nothing. the house is a bit warmer. your best friend asks why your shirt is singed at the edges and you shrug and say you don't know. you go home. your foot goes through a piece of hardwood. you keep limping on. you start waking up with minor burns. you sit on the couch and ow ow ow it's kind of uncomfortably hot. but you kept saying it's nothing so it has to be nothing so you can't just LEAVE. you sit there accumulating burns. your best friend runs in and shouts why the FUCK are you sitting in a burning house and tries to drag you out. you get mad at him because jesus christ can't a man live in his own house??? but you go with him to indulge him and he hands you a hose and as you blast it towards your house you realize that most of it IS kind of charred. oops. your best friend helps you rebuild. you don't put in any kind of fireproofing. you're sure it was an one-off.