strange ideas and impure thoughts

this is so so so counter to his actual character and so so SO obviously people projecting their own insecurities onto him. Buck does not give a shit about annoying his friends because he either a) isn't self-aware enough to realize he's being annoying (as with ravi in 8x11) or b) doesn't care because he knows his friends love him even when he's being a little shit (every incident of clipboard buck)

I was really intrigued by @hastyhobbit ‘s Rohan Secret Santa prompt on Rohirric profanity, so I wanted to try my hand at a few even though that wasn’t the prompt I wrote a full fic(let) for. Bad language alert below! (Though as a modern person, I tried to avoid profanity’s worst tendencies toward body shaming, misogyny, etc.)

I’m sure the Rohirrim have all the usual swear words/phrases that would correspond roughly to those that we use most often, but here are a few insults that might be more specific to Rohan and that would get a small chorus of “oooooohhhh”s from Rohirrim school kids:

— Cweadtegel: “Shit tail.” Sometimes your horse doesn’t get its tail out of the way in time, and then you’ve got a gross, smelly problem right behind you all day. So a cweadtegel is a shitty person who you are unlucky to have around and just wish they’d go away.

— Byrðrehelm: It translates literally as “mom helmet” and is a taunt that means roughly “you’re someone whose mommy probably puts his helmet on for him.”

— Stryndsaed: In politest terms, it means “wasted seed” (though you can perhaps imagine a less delicate alternative to “seed”) and suggests that someone has been utterly worthless since the moment they were conceived.

— Grefdrest: Literally “grave dregs.” The Rohirrim believe that after you die, your soul is escorted from your grave either to the halls of your fathers or to spend some time in service to the gods to earn the honor of joining your ancestors. But a grefdrest is someone so unpleasant that their spirit will be left behind to wallow alone in their grave because no one in the afterlife wants to spend any time with them.

— Esolrida: “Donkey rider.” Obviously, this is the absolute worst thing you could say about someone by insulting their horse and their pride as a rider all in one. Calling someone an esolrida would absolutely get you stabbed in some of the rougher taverns and bars.

anyway, for what's it worth, some plattdütsch insults i know and find hilarious and which might have some Old English equivalent:

Dorschkopp (literally cod head) for someone stupid (pls don't ask but there are many ways to call someone stupid via a fishname HOWEVER "fischkopp" so overall just saying fishhead would be just a general, not really derogatory term for Northern German people living at the seaside... or idk maybe someone from Southern Germany would use it derogatorily).

Torfkopp (literally peat or turf head, same purpose as above)

Dummsnuut (literally someone with a stupid snout -> mouth, same purpose as above)

Supsack (literally binge bag in the sense of binge drinking so well, you get it).

Schietbüddel (a (cute) bag of shit, but it's very affectionate mostly. it's what used to be said to small children including me)

Tüddelbüddel (I cannot give you any proper direct translation for Tüddel it's a bit like jittery, distracted, doing things not properly or without having thought them through + again the büddel which corresponds to High German "beutel" -> bundle, bag. it is also often used rather affectionately)

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Behind the Name; good for name meanings but also just random name ideas, regardless of meanings.

Fantasy Name Generator; this link goes to the town name generator, which i use most, but there are lots of silly/fun/good inspo generators on there!

Age Calculator; for remembering how old characters are in Y month in Z year. i use this constantly.

Height Comparison; i love this for the height visuals; does character A come up to character B's shoulder? are they a head taller? what does that look like, height-wise? the chart feature is great!

Child Development Guide; what can a (neurotypical, average) 5-year-old do at that age? this is a super handy quickguide for that, with the obviously huge caveat that children develop at different paces and this is not comprehensive or accurate for every child ever. i like it as a starting point, though!

Weather Spark; good for average temperatures and weather checking!

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tequila and red wine, hotel soap and no bra by DesertPersephone

I wanted to play around the bachelor party, drunk sex sandbox. oh and also they're women.

Girls being Girls by Moonrose001

In which Buck realizes she's in love with Eddie, when she starts to hyper-fixate on Eddie's c-section scar.

Sweet as strawberry wine by mi1kc0ffee

Buck drinks her I-love-my-gf juice for 1.9k.

like a saint who sins by sirencalls

This isn’t the first time Buck has tried to whisk Eddie away into a dark corner of the firehouse despite Eddie’s best efforts to keep her in check—in fact, it happens more than Eddie’s already high blood pressure can take—but this is the first time she’s been successful.

had a feeling i could be somebody by llovely

butchdiaz writes a fic about butch eddie diaz? abt time!!!!

i was lost 'til i found you (i think angels surround you) by allthatsleft

Hello Everyone!

With NaNo shitting the bed, I've decided to start up an alternative writing challenge, aimed at just Writing More. Say No to NaNo, tell AI companies to get fucked.

This will be a newsletter that emails prompts and writing exercises aimed at craft for every day of November: the prompts will be focused on fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and fanfiction. You write it, I support it, we've got it. One of the greatest gifts my time in academia gave me was guides to experimenting with and honing my craft and I want to share that- this seems like a pretty good time to do it.

a/n: inspired by @iinryer 's sapphic buddie art. I had to throw my hat into the drunk buddie smut pool.

“Mmm — Buck, Buck, Buck! Fuck!” Eddie pushed her head back against the throw pillow squashed under her, and her hand gripped at the arm of the sofa behind her hard enough that her blunt nails cut into the fabric as her best friend’s name echoed on her lips. Arching her hips off the plush white fabric of the couch, Eddie dug her bottom teeth into her lip and cracked her eyes open staring down at the woman between her legs. The mascara she had brushed on over her lashes before going out — Eddie wasn’t exactly sure why she did it; she already had thick, dark lashes, the makeup had just made her feel pretty — was flaking and smudged at the corners of her eyes from the tears welling up with how tight she had her eyes shut as shooting stars of pleasure skittered under her skin. Everything just felt too hot, too good, and her stomach clenched eagerly as another hard lick was applied to her click. Buck was setting loose sparks across her tequila flushed skin, sparks that swirled and threatened to burn her where they fell. Eddie arched into them, welcoming the sting. Cracking her eyes open, Eddie looked down at her friend, nestled between the strong, spread muscles of Eddie's thighs as if she was happy to just take up residence with her tongue on Eddie's clit and her fingers up her cunt. Eddie whined and clenched around the two thick fingers Buck did have inside her, pressing in and out with a slick sound Eddie knew she should be embarrassed by. She had never known before that tequila made her so wet. And God was she wet. Dripping and sticky. She'd been wet since the karaoke bar, since she and Buck had slung arms around each other, pressed against one another like they could just absorb each other if they tried hard enough. She had been able to feel Buck’s heat through cheap suits they'd bough, burning and smoldering, and when Eddie had flopped back down onto one of the patent leather couches, she had noticed her panties were damp, clinging to her labia in a way that was definitely not just crotch sweat.

a/n: written as part of the @911fanworksfestival for @p-trichor . I hope you enjoy!

Eddie's not sure if Chris is actually ready to come home, or if the prospect of staying longer and starting Catholic school in El Paso was the thing that got him to call his dad. But frankly, Eddie doesn't really care, doesn’t try to question it too much, because it means Chris is talking to him and is going to be home again. And that means that Eddie can make it up to him, explain some things, and show him how sorry he is. Show him that he's still a good dad. Or at least that he’s always trying to be a good dad, a better dad. And the thought of Chris putting on the same uniform Eddie had years before, with the little blue and white shield embroidered stiffly on the chest, forced to attend Wednesday Mass, taught abstinence only — which is a whole other thing to be anxious about but, regardless, Eddie isn’t going to let his kid get taught sex ed like that — is enough to make Eddie want to rescue Christipher even if it's against his son’s will. But being in El Paso is weird. Eddie hasn't been back since his dad's retirement party, and it's just weird. It's weird because he's apparently expected to stay the weekend while Chris finishes packing — except all he brought with him had been a backpack and everything that Eddie’s parents had bought him was basically just a double of something in L.A., so Eddie isn't really sure what he’s going to pack — and it's weird because he can feel his mom's gaze fixed on his back every second of the trip since the moment he and Buck touched down in the airport. It’s like she’s constantly on the lookout for some reason to keep Chris there, like she’s expecting Eddie to snap and pull out a Shannon wig of his own. Like he’s going to pull out a Shannon wig and plop it onto Buck. Which is a whole other thing, Buck being here. Because Buck is always here and he didn't even hesitate when Eddie said “I bought two tickets”. Because they’re always together and because Eddie knew he would need the moral support while dealing with his parents. That's why he brought Buck. Buck always has his back.