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All Tomorrows Come From Yesterdays

A 5x18 Coda

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As the sun goes down and twinkle lights blink to life all around Hen and Karen’s backyard, a pleasant spring chill sweeps in. Buck can feel goosebumps rising under his suit jacket, but he tips his face into the breeze anyway and it almost feels cleansing.

Across the yard he can see the brides swaying, pressed together at the center of the dance floor, looking like they’ll never let go and like they know they’ll never have to. “I will choose you over and over again. Every day. At every opportunity,” Hen had said at the altar, making everyone in earshot start to cry. No one harder than Karen who stamped her foot and said, “That’s not fair. I didn’t even have time to write down anything to say.”

“You can just say I do,” Hen suggested.

“No wait, wait, wait, I got it,” Karen said, drawing a trembling breath. “Henrietta Wilson…”

She recited word for word the vows that she’d written so many years before and Hen started crying with her as soon as she recognized them. “I can’t believe you remember that,” she said.

“I could never forget,” Karen replied. “I’ll make that promise to you every day.”

Buck wiped his eyes on his sleeve and applauded with everyone else as his friends kissed and sealed their renewed commitment to each other. And then he kept crying, maybe a little longer than appropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. The vows were a reminder, one he so desperately needed, of what was possible. Of a love that could be chosen and chosen and never be a mistake. That joy could be a habit and not just fear. And he wants it. God, how he wants it.

His bottle is almost empty and the night is almost over so Buck tips back the rest of it, planning on saying goodnight to the bartender and seeing everyone else at work in a couple days. Before he can set the bottle down, though, someone else joins him at the bar.

“How long are you going to mope over here by yourself?” Eddie asks.

“I’m not moping.” Buck made sure not to. He danced with everyone who asked, laughed at every joke, told a few of his own. He hadn’t even mentioned the breakup, deciding to save it until Monday and let everyone think that Taylor didn’t want to make a scene after everything with Jonah.

“Of course you’re not,” Eddie says. “One more for me and one of whatever he’s having,” he says to the bartender with enough of a question mark at the end to allow Buck to turn him down if he wants.

Buck nods and fresh beers appear in both of their hands. They clink the bottles together in cheers and Eddie leans back against the bar just like Buck is doing to take a sip.

“So when did you break up?” he asks.

“Did Maddie tell you?”

“Why would Maddie tell me?”

“Then how did you-”

“You’re not that hard to read, Buck,” Eddie says, turning toward him with a smile in his eyes. “Kinda seemed like just a matter of time when you came over the other day.”

“Kinda feels like it’s been a matter of time since it started,” Buck replies, the bitterness he’s been containing all day finally sneaking out as he takes another drink. Taylor was kinder to him than he thought he deserved at the end, leaving his apartment to couch surf with a friend from the station and find a new place to live. It surprised him. And then he’d hated that he was surprised because the two things that Buck had always known about Taylor were that she was pragmatic and that she cared about him. It was the reason he hadn’t been able to resist hitting “restart” each time they crashed and burned, hoping they might be able to make it just that little bit farther with practice.

“Yeah, I know that feeling,” Eddie replies. “But you don’t know til you try right?”

“I guess,” Buck agrees.

They stand together in silence, drinking their beers and watching the remaining guests all twirl together in the soft happy light. The kids are all inside with plates of cake and video games. Bobby and Athena are ensconced together at a slightly hidden table. Ravi and Lucy were collecting abandoned bags of Jordan almonds and Buck thinks that Lucy was trying to teach Ravi how to juggle them (with some kind of shots based punishment for dropping one), but he also finds it best not to worry too much about what either of them are up to.

The wind blows and Buck shivers and Eddie doesn’t try to hide his smirk.

“Shut up.”

“You’re awful delicate for a northern boy,” Eddie replies. “You want my coat?”

“Fuck off,” Buck answers, trying and failing to keep from smiling. He doesn’t think he’s imagining Eddie shifting just a little bit closer, positioning himself to try and block the wind. Maybe he just always feels a little warmer when Eddie’s nearby.

Tipping his beer toward one of the tables, Eddie asks, “What I want to know is what’s going on there?”

Maddie and Chimney both swore they were leaving hours ago. But there they both are, an empty chair placed strategically between them, talking and laughing like smitten kids on their first date.

Unable to help the smile that rises to his lips as he sees them, Buck says, “They got lunch the other day. Maddie told me it was not a date.”

“So what? They’re just going to keep not dating until they realize they’re still in love with each other?”

Buck shrugs, “It worked for them last time. Why mess with a good system?”

It feels inevitable to Buck. He thinks maybe Maddie thinks he’s naive, that not everyone gets a happily ever after, but he’s heard his sister talk about love. Buck knows that she longs the same way he does for a home and for a family and for a solid foundation. As a kid, he couldn’t imagine ever finding anybody worthy of her. But Chimney is. He’s the fairy tale that Maddie deserves. Not that Buck could ever, ever say that to him. Two people who love each other that much. How could they ever stay apart?

“So what about you?” Eddie asks.

“What about me?”

“Well, you’re single again. Back out on the market. Given any thought to what comes next?”

Picking at the label on his bottle, Buck says, “I don’t know. All I ever seem to do is fuck it up. Maybe… Maybe I just need to give up on all that, you know? Focus on work. Focus on my friends. Leave the romance to somebody else.”

“Is that what you want?” Eddie asks in that irritating casual way he has of asking questions he already knows the answer to.

From across the yard, Karen’s laugh rings out loud and jubilant and Buck finds her with her head tipped back, laughing without restraint with Hen’s hands on her waist. They’re so happy.

“I want that,” he says quietly and Eddie’s gaze follows his own. “I know I’m not supposed to. I’m supposed to be okay on my own and be a complete person by myself, but fuck, Eds. I want that so bad it hurts sometimes. And I don’t think I’m ever gonna have it.”

He doesn’t say that he thought he had it with Taylor. Whatever else they’d been, Buck had known, somehow he’d always known, that he was settling for what he thought he could have. He was grateful. He loved her. But it didn’t stop the longing.

Eddie doesn’t respond right away and Buck feels a flush crawl up his neck. He’s so stupid, desperate, vulnerable. All the sad feelings he’d told himself to leave at home are waiting right there to crawl out into the dark and Buck tries to beat them back. “Aaaand that’s one drink too many for me,” he says, setting his mostly full bottle back down on the bar. “Sorry. I thought I was doing better than this.”

“You’re allowed to want it,” Eddie says finally. He says the words to the ground but then he looks up to catch Buck’s eye and Buck has to catch his breath from all the warmth he sees there. “You know Frank, right? He’s a real pain in the ass sometimes. But one of the things he’s been right about and one of the things I’ve been-” he sighs- “trying to be better about is letting myself want things just because I want them. We don’t win any prizes for suffering.”

The words sound so strange coming out of Eddie’s mouth, so wonderfully, delightfully strange, so far from the Eddie that he tried to rescue in the middle of the night, that Buck can’t help but smile. “I’m proud of you,” he says.

“Stop.”

“No really,” Buck says. “I know how scared you were and how hard you’ve worked and now you’re out here quoting affirmations to me. I just- I’m so proud of you. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“Yeah, well.” Flustered, Eddie takes a drink and then takes another. “I’m proud of you too,” he says at last. “For moving on.”

And… Buck knows Eddie’s not going to be the only one to tell him that. When the news finally gets out to the rest of the team, to the rest of the station, he’s going to see more than his share of congratulations. At least half of them are going to be accompanied by variations on “Ding dong the witch is gone.” But from Eddie, it doesn’t feel like it’s about Taylor. It feels like he only cares about Buck.

“It just feels like I keep making the same mistakes over and over,” Buck admits. “I know I need to try something new, but I- I don’t know how. It’s like I’m starting at square one.” Square one with nowhere to go but the same path he’s trod for 30 years. The prospect is exhausting.

The wind kicks up again, colder somehow, cutting right through Buck’s thin suit and making him wrap his arms around himself.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters and then he’s wrapping Buck under his arm, tucking him in close. “I hope you haven’t taken the flannel sheets off your bed.”

“I, uh, put them back on as soon as Taylor moved out,” Buck says. He can smell Eddie’s cologne from here. Something comforting and spicy. Something he wants to bury his nose in.

“Good,” Eddie replies.

Buck has the feeling like he should move. Eddie’s just teasing him about his thin blood like he always does when the temperature drops below seventy. But he doesn’t want to. And Eddie doesn’t seem like he wants to let go, sipping his beer with one hand and holding Buck tight with the other. Maybe he’s just a little too sad and a little too tipsy. But Buck wraps his arm around Eddie’s waist and leans into his warmth. He’s probably imagining the way Eddie holds him just a little tighter.

“What about you?” he asks. “Making progress in therapy. Coming back to the 118.”

“That’s not official yet.”

“Only because Bobby hasn’t been in to file the paperwork.”

When Eddie doesn’t contradict him, Buck says, “So? What about you?”

Eddie doesn’t answer right away, but it doesn’t feel like he’s evading as much as he’s just thinking. He rubs his hand on Buck’s arm, trying to warm him up and he tilts his gaze just a little bit to study the side of Buck’s face. If they were any closer, they’d be standing with their heads pressed together and the image of it almost flips Buck inside out. Pressing his face to Eddie’s throat, letting Eddie’s warm arms encircle him completely. He doesn’t know where the thought’s come from. He’s never had it before. It makes his heart race all the same.

“I think I’m ready for something new too.”

Something about the whispered response makes Buck shiver again. When he looks up, Eddie swallows and his eyes sweep over Buck’s face before darting away and back out to the dance floor. Buck has the wild thought that if he reached his hand up Eddie’s heart, he’d find hammering in time with his own.

Reaching back with his left hand, Buck picks his bottle up off the bar and holds it up to Eddie. “To new beginnings,” he says.

“New beginnings,” Eddie echoes, holding Buck’s gaze as he clinks their glasses together again.

They slip into silence as another slow song plays and couples continue to spin across the lawn. Eddie doesn’t let go of Buck and Buck doesn’t try to pull away, going as far as to rest his head against Eddie’s shoulder. He doesn’t know what the future holds. But Buck knows that he has this. And whatever comes next; he won’t be alone.

#911 #911 fox #911 spoilers #technically #5.18 coda #starting over #evan buckley fic #eddie diaz fic #buddie fic #I’m barely awake so if this is gibberish I apologize #allison writes

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sanjisboyfie · 5 months

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smoked earlier (LITERALLY 7+ HOURS AGO) and the affects wore off fucking obviously ... WHY ARE THEY COMING BACK ?!?!?! i can't write my final paper because im ltr so out of i ...what the fuck LMFAOAO

#it was also my frist time getting THAT high today #i guess thats why the “reaction” is so prolonged #literally i was so fine getting home + driving me and my friend home #but the moment i sit odwn to work on this final #i start feeling it again #like boyyyy leave me alone im tryna b productive rn #i genuinely cannot write anything on this doc it just becomes gibberish

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lonely--seeker · 5 days

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I think I'm going insane. Lately my dreams have been so mundane, it wouldn't be weird if I wasn't just a person that has nightmares 80% of the time, so I now my dreams are so hard to distinguish from reality.

I wouldn't be able tell what was real from what not if it wasn't because last night I went to my doctor's appointment and I was handed new glasses by Harvey just to go back home and find out Laois was cooking something in my backyard.

#to be fair. in my dream i was back at my old house. so the horrors where there still #also i've been dreaming about my dog. but sometimes it's not him. it's other dog trying to replace him. but it's not him. i miss him dearly #but it's... weird. i never actually dream with characters either. something strange is going on #I've been telling my brother i wake up and i have to remember who i am #for the totally normal dreams. it's like my soul is divided and it's living somewhere else for the night #who is the person i am when i dream. because it's not me. it's a whole different live. whole different people around me. I'm going insane #there's such a strange feeling about it. it's familiar? it's comfortable?#which only makes it even more weird. why is a life so different to mine feel so comfortable...#to the point i wake up and i don't remember who i am for at least ten minutes #but then i forget what i had dreamt about. and then i go around my day randomly reminding things. then that's when i realize those memories #were actual dreams #i should write a fanfic about this lmao #it was a nice dream though. i remember vividly i was sitting in one of those chairs thingies that hang in the air?#and i was swinging happily. i think Laios was talking about where he got whatever the fuck he was cooking. i couldn't understand him really.#he wasn't speaking in spanish but it wasn't english either. i think it was a made up gibberish... I'm still baffled by how comfortable i was #i think there were friends around too. maybe a hangout was going on? everything was nice. it reminds me of the times #i would go eat at a friend's house. but things felt a lot nicer. it was like if time had stopped and nothing wrong could ever happen.#and even then. i was still there. which i think that's why i started to feel dizzy in my little swing. i ended up waking up from that.#i still get dizzy remembering it.#welp. I hope i don't lose myself tonight...#I don't actually know what's worse. the nightmares are common. they are familiar. there's comfort in knowing what to expect.#but “good” dreams like that... i end up thinking about them too much. the residual feeling is weirder #and i have to deal with the whole different layer that is.. there's was a fucking anime guy there. kill me. kill me. get him OUT of my brain #I'm not lying when I say I can physically feel Laios rearranging my brain in ways i will not share publicly #kill me.

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thescoutgaymer · 16 days

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Ah.. I guess since now you're uh.. really tall, your neck's probably gonna hurt for looking down at us too much...

- The Seafarer

Yeaahh...

Although! When I was out there fightin' with ma team- It was pretty easy since all I needed ta do was just stomp on tha enemy team!

But uh, ya know, I may of accidentally stepped on my own teammates as well :,)

#9 more asks to go an' I'll be back to normal... yay...#I might start beggin' people to write pure gibberish in ma asks #scout's asks #tf2 #tf2 scout oc #rp blog #oc blog #giant scouty

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bikerjongho · 2 months

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the feminine urge to rewrite over 4k worth of words. fuck

#idk i don't feel like writing anymore like ever #but my jh fic for the sinisterwise universe is like 4k words long or maybe more????? but it's all bullshit gibberish #and i have a better idea of what i want the story to convey. when i first started i didnt know what i was doing rly #but all of that work. ugh. or i can let it sit in google docs for another year #biker lady words #edit: 5k words 🫥 just checked

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arythias · 4 months

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sorry for slow fics lately i’m fulfilling the ao3 user prophecy by falling terribly ill and experiencing an unfortunate series of events

#i haven’t had my ass kicked by a sickness like this in forever #would love to be using all this time for writing but every sentence i start turns to gibberish. sigh #my txt

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dikiyvter · 1 year

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yo soy hyperfixating en duolingo por dos dias,

#❄ ⤚ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs ( ooc. ) ⇾#stands on the dash #i dont know how to say certain things so this is prolly gibberish but #im on unit 8. i started yesterday at 1pm #thats where all my attention has been the past two days #idk why my brain chose that #but it has #ill prolly hop online in a few hours to try doing some writing! maybe. dont get ur hopes up

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majimassqueaktoy · 2 years

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Dreamt I was walking around Kamurocho with Kiryu, we literally were just wandering around quietly together and eventually he stopped us at a little food cart and I watched him lay his hands flat against seemingly the counter so I decided to mimick him and do the same but rather than counter top it was actually the hot plate and we both seared the absolute fuck out of our hands. He did manifest a scarf from nowhere and wrap it around my hands though, which was sweet, albeit likely unhygenic.

#I keep having Yakuza dreams ever since I started playing #usually theyre total gibberish #or like... its literal gameplay where im just walking around doing random tasks #so its not Sensical enough to actually write down #but this one was funny so #bimbo/himbo alliance of kiryu and me #i know i dreamt the hand burning bc i burnt my finger makin dinner last night and was thinkin about a trick my dad used to do so thats #prob where the hand burn aspect comes from #kazuma kiryu

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keeps-ache · 5 months

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mooooah than you could evah knowww all i want for chirstmaaahhessss, ieeeyissss youuuu0oou0oouo0ouyeaaaaAaa

#just me hi #[absolute gibberish for 4 consecutive minutes]#SPINNING #spinning SO FAST #or a relatively fast. it might depend lol .w.#//it's Saturday that's pretty cool !!#i like tuesdays more but saturdays are okay !!#//AH i'm teaching myself over the rainbow on the piany !! took me like 3ish days but i'm starting to smooth it out lol :3 :DDD #i keep getting D+F confused with F+A which has been. a Time hfbshf #and i get the sharps mixed up sometimes but that's okay because i'll get it eventually :D #//started rewriting p1nk space last night again because i do really love the story and i want to see how i could get myself to finish it lo #turns out it's easier to write if i'm reading too! that's interesting !!#//ooo i'm sneepy though hfvsh #i stayed up til 1 a.m. last night for some reason ?? i didn't even really do anything so ?#//also i think i forgot to say but apollo n i finished the 2nd twilight movie + i think i'll draw a thing for it before we watch the next #one lol #we had to take a break because he was fed UP with the squad's nonsense hbfshbafbvja #but he's been asking if we could finish it so :33 i gotta make my thing before i forget forever again lmao #//!! i have legos i just remembered #i have somehow amassed a decent amount so i'm going to add little things to my set. very neat!!#i have a pie and milk and some other things and stuffs i don't remember lol #//i am going to go now though! not cuz i'm gonna do anything but probably because i'm starting to lose focus here hsfbv #toodles ciao see you some time from now ! :>>

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featherstcnes · 5 months

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[ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie — from anja for nikolai!

nikolai had perfected his sturmhond act over the years. he'd spent so much of his life as captain of his ship, of a crew that had trusted him. that had blindly chosen to follow him of all people. they could have chosen anyone else, but they'd chosen him. he'd never faltered in his persona that he'd adopted. not that his words to them were ever a lie, he'd always been honest. supportive. he'd been a captain that he was proud of. he'd never let the visage of himself slip. he'd perfected a story and stuck to it, regardless of who he was speaking to. even the entire time he'd been with alina and mal all of that time ago, he'd kept his act up perfectly. he'd never spoken out of line until he'd revealed himself later down the line. then, he was still practically the same person aside from his appearance. he'd never tried to hide who he was, not his personality, anyway. if anything, sturmhond was just ... a concentrated version of nikolai.

today, somehow, he'd slipped. he wasn't sure if it was the conversation that had distracted him, if it was her ( was he too comfortable around her now? could he not even keep a story straight in his head? ) -- but in the middle of a story, he'd started to speak of things that most definitely contradicted what he'd already told her previously. stupid facts about the palace, about his past... he knew it the moment he left his lips. he'd been talking about a certain time period when he knew he'd told tall tales about being on the sea, about chasing after mystical creatures that him and his crew had been hunting. more specifically, with dominik. nikolai often added him to his stories as sturmhond. it was a way to remember him from his young years back at the palace when they'd sat next to each other during classes. when they'd shared endless hours together before and after battles. and so he made dominik into this amazing man -- a confident, imaginative, perfect image in his stories that defied all odds. him and nikolai's supposed glory days, which, to some extent, wasn't all a lie. it just was not at all when he'd said it was. he could see it in her expression, or, well, he thought he could. maybe it was his paranoia. maybe it was nothing.

so talking about his death during a battle when he'd previously said he was still part of his crew didn't exactly look good for sturmhond.

" i mean, i - " he paused. was it worth digging himself in a deeper hole? " there's no skipping over that, is there? " he let out a laugh that he hoped sounded somewhat confident. maybe he could just gloss over it and pretend as if it had never happened. he quickly scratched that idea off of his list. he was good at deflecting, but not with something like this. there was that unsteady beat of his heart that he tried to calm but failed, the twitch of his finger against his leg. " can we start over? "

#vihrago #* ⟢ ━━ nikolai lantsov. ( answered )#listen you said 'where are my memes' and the second i opened my inbox i immediately got an idea and ran with it #so .#listen this is gibberish but my brain said i had to write it so. there.#THIS PROBS MAKES NO SENSE BUT ITS FINE EVERYTHING IS FINE #i just imagine this convo happening like . a while after they meet and they're closer and he is just Distracted and then he just feels like #he knows her really well and he just is comfortable w her #and he starts getting his story confused bc it feels like he should just be talking to her openly but he's still Not Really Himself #ALDJLAKSDJLAKSJDLAKSD

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astronicht · 1 month

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Okay I'm almost done with Fellowship, here's an incomplete list of shit I noticed and thought was buck fucking wild on my first ever read-thru: medieval edition.

In literally the second line of the book, Tolkien implies that Bilbo Baggins wrote a story which was preserved alongside the in-universe version of the Mabinogion (aka the best-known collection of Welsh myths; I promise this is batshit). This is because The Hobbit has been preserved, in Tolkien's AU version of our world, in a "selection of the Red Book of Westmarch" (Prologue, Concerning Hobbits). If you're a medievalist and you see something called "The Red Book of" or "The Black Book of" etc it's a Thing. In this case, a cheeky reference to the Red Book of Hergest (Llyfr Coch Hergest). There are a few Red Books, but only Hergest has stories).

not a medieval thing but i did not expect one common theory among hobbits for the death of Frodo's parents to be A RUMORED MURDER-SUICIDE.

At the beginning of the book a few hobbits report seeing a moving elm tree up on the moors, heading west (thru or past the Shire). I mentioned this in another post, but another rule: if you see an elm tree, that's a Girl Tree. In Norse creation myth, the first people were carved from driftwood by the gods. Their names were Askr (Ash, as in the tree), the first man, and Embla (debated, but likely elm tree), the first woman. A lot of ppl have I think guessed that that was an ent-wife, but like. Literally that was a GIRL. TREE.

Medieval thing: I used to read the runes on the covers of The Hobbit and LOTR for fun when I worked in a bookshop. There's a mix of Old Norse (viking) and Old English runes in use, but all the ones I've noticed so far are real and readable if you know runes.

Tom Bombadil makes perfect sense if you once spent months of your life researching the early medieval art of galdor, which was the use of poems or songs to do a form of word-magic, often incorporating gibberish. If you think maybe Tolkien did not base the entirety of Fellowship so far around learning and using galdor and thus the power of words and stories, that is fine I cannot force you. He did personally translate "galdor" in Beowulf as "spell" (spell, amusingly, used to mean "story"). And also he named an elf Galdor. Like he very much did name an elf Galdor.

Tom Bombadil in fact does galdor from the moment we meet him. He arrives and fights the evil galdor (song) of the willow tree ("old gray willow-man, he's a mighty singer"), which is singing the hobbits to sleep and possibly eating them, with a galdor (song) of his own. Then he wanders off still singing, incorporating gibberish. I think it was at this point that I started clawing my face.

THEN Tom Bombadil makes perfect sense if you've read the description of the scop's songs in Beowulf (Beowulf again, but hey, Tolkien did famously a. translate it b. write a fanfiction about it called Sellic Spell where he gave Beowulf an arguably homoerotic Best Friend). The scop (pronounched shop) is a poet who sings about deeds on earth, but also by profession must know how to sing the song or tell the story of how the cosmos itself came to be. The wise-singer who knows the deep lore of the early universe is a standard trope in Old English literature, not just Beowulf! Anyway Tom Bombadil takes everyone home and tells them THE ENTIRE STORY OF ALL THE AGES OF THE EARTH BACKWARDS UNTIL JUST BEFORE THE MOMENT OF CREATION, THE BIG BANG ITSELF and then Frodo Baggins falls asleep.

Tom Bombadil knows about plate tectonics

This is sort of a lie, Tom Bombadil describes the oceans of old being in a different place, which works as a standard visual of Old English creation, which being Christian followed vaguely Genesis lines, and vaguely Christian Genesis involves a lot of water. TOLKIEN knew about plate tectonics though.

Actually I just checked whether Tolkien knew about plate tectonics because I know the advent of plate tectonics theory took forever bc people HATED it and Alfred Wegener suffered for like 50 years. So! actually while Tolkien was writing LOTR, the scientific community was literally still not sure plate tectonics existed. Tom Bombadil knew tho.

Remember that next time you (a geologist) are forced to look at the Middle Earth map.

I'm not even done with Tom Bombadil but I'm stopping here tonight. Plate tectonics got me. There's a great early (but almost high!) medieval treatise on cosmology and also volcanoes and i wonder if tolkien read it. oh my god. i'm going to bed.

edit: part II

#astro lotr #at what cost

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prokopetz · 1 year

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Okay, so you know how search engine results on most popular topics have become useless because the top results are cluttered with page after page of machine-generated gibberish designed to trick people into clicking in so it can harvest their ad views?

And you know how the data sets that are used to train these gibberish-generating AIs are themselves typically machine-generated, via web scrapers using keyword recognition to sort text lifted from wiki articles and blog posts into topical subsets?

Well, today I discovered – quite by accident – that the training-data-gathering robots apparently cannot tell the difference between wiki articles about pop-psych personality typologies (e.g., Myers-Briggs type indicators, etc.) and wiki articles about Homestuck classpects.

The upshot is that when a bot that's been trained on the resulting data sets is instructed to write fake mental health resource articles, sometimes it will start telling you about Homestuck.

#media #comics #webcomics #homestuck #classpects #ai #machine learning #psychology #pop psychology #mental health #let me tell you about homestuck

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nanaminokanojo · 1 month

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POTTY MOUTH | sukuna x reader

–your toddler is cussing and guess whom he learned it from | Inspired by this ig reel from sullivanking. It's so Sukuna-coded and I just had to.

CW: just cussing

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"Fak..."

Tiny footsteps followed as your toddler tottered about the hallway into the living room where your husband was sitting, watching TV. You ignored it, thinking it was just gibberish your three-year-old son was saying, but then, he said it again, the vowel not quite sounding right, but you knew just why your ears piqued at the sound.

"Fak!"

Swiftly, you turned around, your feet carrying you to the direction your kid went before you know it, holding one of the clothes you were folding in the laundry room from whence you came from. He wasn't saying the word quite right, but still... You were met with an equally shocked Sukuna who was just trailing his little replica with his eyes, arms crossed over his broad chest as the latter just walked around the room, seemingly unaware that the two of you were even watching.

You couldn't make out the expression on your husband's face, but your left eye twitched at every single utterance of the foul word coming from your little one's mouth no less. It didn't take long for you to figure out how he felt as he sank his lips between his teeth, also unaware that you were watching him. Soon, much to your chagrin, his shoulders were shaking even as he fought the laughter that was beginning to spill over his mouth.

Then, again, in that small, innocent voice, you heard it again: "Fak." You gasped and both Sukuna and your child looked at you, the older of the two clearing his throat and trying to school his expressions into that of disappointment albeit feigned upon seeing the same yet genuine expression on yours. Your son, however, beamed at you and waved innocently. "Hi, Mama."

"Hello, sweetheart..." You sat on the couch next to Sukuna, hiding your face from your little boy as you glared daggers at your husband.

"What the fuck did I do?" he whispered, but your son heard it and giggled, pointing at Sukuna with his tiny finger. "Papa! Fak –!"

"Sweetheart, don't say that," you interrupted, shaking your head as you beckoned him over. "That's not a very nice word."

But your kid, like his father, was defiant, running out of the room, laughing in high-pitched tones instead of being deterred from saying that bad word again. And finally, Sukuna cracked up, his deep voice ringing throughout the room even as you started smacking him on the leg and arm, fending himself from your "attacks".

"Baby, why are you mad at me?" He jabbed a thumb over to the general direction your son went. "He's the one cussing." He was still fighting laughter.

"This is on you! If you weren't such a potty mouth then he wouldn't be hearing such words!"

He tried to gather you in his arms, pulling you over his lap and securing you there as he planted a kiss on your temple, lingering there and letting go with a loud smack, but you still pouted at him. "Oh, come on. It's not my fault he's so smart."

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"His Mama is very smart," he said, trying to placate you, but you playfully pushed his head away from you. "Is that a roundabout way of saying he got that from me?"

"Naww." He pulled you even closer until your arm was flush against him, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Baby, I'm complimenting you."

"Okay, but do something about it. Daycare starts tomorrow..."

"Oh." He blinked at you and you saw your exact thoughts reflected in his carmine eyes. How he's going to explain why his kid is saying such a word, you didn't know, but it sounds like a Sukuna problem.

"...and you're taking him there."

A/N: To all my readers, I assure you, I am writing, just taking a little break from everything. And yes, I have a bad case of brainrot, Sukuna being the culprit. Hope you enjoyed this though.

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