I was tagged by @rainbow-nerdss @daffi-990 and @disasterbuckdiaz thank you mwuah 💛
Let me put the fuck into Fuck It Friday and share this snippet from the donation smut, which – though it still needs some heavy editing – I will try to post it this weekend (or the next, if time gets away from me).
“E-Eddie?”
“I’m here.” Eddie sounded stoic and restrained and Buck wondered if he was trying to hold back a laugh or a shout. “So you want me to talk you through your… donation?”
It was stupid. It was stupid. Oh, it was so so stupid.
“I uh yes. That’s e-exactly what— and I couldn’t call anyone else and I’m sorry, I know it’s too much and y-you don’t want to and I—”
“Woah Buck, relax. It’s okay.” Eddie cut his ramble off with the tone he usually reserved to placate panicking victims on more difficult calls.
Was Buck's complete distress that evident?
“It is?” He blinked slowly.
“Yeah it’s… yeah, I’ll do it.”
“T-thank you I— but Eddie?” Buck prompted quietly, waiting for an answer to make sure Eddie was really listening before he’d continue.
“Yeah?”
“No questions asked.” Buck said seriously, because he was pent up and suffering, but it was still not the time to tell Eddie about his not-so-much-a-crush-more-like-down-bad-head-over-heels-in-love kind of feelings, so it was better to keep this strictly on a technical level.
“No questions asked.” Eddie repeated back slowly and Buck released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Alright. So, how do you wanna do this?”
You can find a short continuation of this snippet here.
Sometimes even augmented hands can shake— yet another side effect. A flaw he would get rid of. Although no one was there to see it, he wept, knowing this kind of hurt would never torment him again.
“I was a little bit in love with Tom Cruise in a strange way because it was just like...how are you so...he does this thing with his face, which obviously I can't do, but he moves bits of his face around and little parts of you die inside.”
so funny because my emotions are a strength of mine (also their strength in particular is a strength) but they’re also a huuuuge weakness and downside and pitfall as well, and not just because they make me suffer. they also just, like, get in the way of so many good things.
speaking as an able bodied person who thinks frequently about accessibility and wheelchair strategy on behalf of a wheelchair using acquaintance for whom I provide transportation, I do think that able bodied people should not opt to represent mobility aids in works of media unless they’re prepared to commit to portraying accommodations with some degree of verisimilitude. without that commitment they’re undoing whatever good they might do through representation
Productions of Hamlet where Hamlet downs Horatio’s poisoned wine himself, my beloved. Drinking the poison meant for your best friend to save their life must have felt so intimate…
Just had a reverse “you think about your old writing through rose-colored glasses but when you go back to read it it’s kind of terrible” moment, I went back and read some of my pre-uni/pandemic writing fully expecting it to be terrible and was like “oh this is…pretty good actually?”