#/ also cal was born that year

[forcelost-moved]

gonna continue my rewatch of phantom menace later on, which if my math is mathing correctly, corvus was 2 years at the time and has yet to be taken to the temple or has been with the temple for a bit

[diazsdimples]

Rb this post with your favourite Dad!Buck fics!! This is to spread love to authors and also give me a handy little reading list. I'll start it off:

Heal - @perfectlysunny02/ perfectlysunny

If you had told him when he had first moved to LA to be a firefighter that almost five years later, he’d have the most beautiful daughter, he’d have laughed in your face. Buck wasn’t meant to be a father, he was reckless, running headfirst into danger, not stopping to think of how he could be hurt, or how he could die. He didn’t even know how to be a father; he didn’t have one of his own. But he wouldn’t change it, wouldn't change his daughter, for the world.

and here, too, am i - @cal-daisies-and-briars/ Daisies_and_Briars

Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

with every heartbeat I have left - iriswests

Buck and Eddie were expecting to have a little girl. When their baby girl is born a baby boy, instead, Buck is suddenly confronted with everything he’s been ignoring since he learned about Daniel every time he looks at his son. -- or; buck and eddie have a baby boy, and buck spirals a little bit

Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home series - @cal-daisies-and-briars/ Daisies_and_Briars

Affectionately known as the Nicoverse, 3 fics of which involve Buck and Eddie's son, Nico, and a whole lot of Grandpa Bobby vibes (I hope this summary is okay, Cal 😅)

Buck's Baby (By Accident) - @diazsdimples/ diazsdimples (shamless self promo)

Buck's life is turned upside down when a newborn baby is placed on his doorstep, with allegations that it is his child. Buck quickly steps into his new role of "dad", with the help from his family and friends. Follow Buck, Aidan, Eddie and Christopher as they navigate new babies, blossoming relationships, illnesses, injuries and making their own little family.

build my world of dreams around you - @woodchoc-magnum/ woodchoc_magnum

A series of flash forward fics, comprising scenes in the life of Buck and Eddie - as fathers of Christopher and twin girls, still surrounded by their extended family and friends, and making their way through life's ups and downs.

[andre-and-cal]

hiii!! this might be a stupid question, but do you have any headcanons on how andre + cal would act online? like would they have their own webpages, and how they would chat and stuff like that :p

also, i love your writing so much <3

Hii!! :3 That’s not a stupid question at all !! And TYSMM IM SO GLAD :D <33 These were fun to make, I hope you like these!

Andre and Cal Online Headcanons,,

Andre’s username on his favorite social/chatting websites is @ak47_0717, while Cal’s is @gunslinger83. The reasoning behind their usernames, first of all, is that Andre’s initials are AK. Because of his unsettling interest in firearms, he’s bound to be interested in one of the most popular guns in the world— the AK-47. He likes having his initials similar to the ��AK” in AK-47. The four numbers at the end of his username are his birthday. Cal’s username is pretty self-explanatory; he calls himself a gunslinger, and the ‘83’ at the end of his username is the year he was born.

Andre and Cal talk to each other on AOL, which was one of the most popular online services for internet users at the time. They also chat on MSN Messenger, and they used to communicate on ISQ, which was more popular in their middle school years and early high school years— the late 90s.

With Blogger having been established in 1999, Andre and Calvin created accounts. They follow gun blogs and blogs dedicated to books, movies, and bands they like. Also, Andre follows— although he doesn’t really interact with— the Iroquois Track Team and Science Club blog pages. Cal follows the school band’s page. Despite following different blogs, they don’t really post much on Blogger; they like to stay relatively quiet and unnoticed. Andre does leave hate comments on posts from people he doesn’t like. Since anonymity wasn’t as robust as it would come to be in the mid 2000s— the years following Cal and Andre’s deaths— he made an alt account with a fake name for the sole purpose of hating on the Iroquois Wrestling Team blog page… for obvious reasons having to do with Brad Huff. He also leaves hate comments on Rachel’s posts. Cal mentions this mysterious user to Andre sometimes, mentioning how Rachel talks about how this unknown person on the internet criticizes her posts. Andre plays dumb and acts uninterested, yet he listens intently, replying with soft “Mhm”s, as well as a “Damn, that sucks”. He doesn’t want Cal growing suspicious.

They play girls’ flash games both for the hell of it and for the irony. They get relatively entertained from these online dress-up, salon, and cooking games, with Cal being aware these games are aimed at girls. He intentionally makes his character look ugly and goes into hysterical laughter over it— he absolutely laughs at the stupidest shit. However, Andre actually tries and is surprisingly concentrated on the game, face frozen with stoicism and focus. Andre would never admit it, but with his family having a cat, Mel, he finds pet care flash games to be genuinely fun.

Andre and Cal illegally download music and share it with each other by Napster or by email. They’ve sacrificed their computers for the sake of copying a System of a Down song onto their files for free, instead of physically buying the CD. In 1998, when Andre was still a freshman in high school, he ended up getting the CIH virus (Chernobyl virus) which practically wrecked his software and ruined his computer. Whole Calvin teased him for getting such a destructive virus on his computer, he ended up informing his parents. He’d told them that Andre needed a new computer, and he suggested that they pitch in to help Andre’s parents buy him a new computer for his 16th birthday in the summer. Because for the time being, Andre would have to use Cal’s.

Andre and Cal share similar humor in most areas. And since internet memes were beginning to rise in popularity, the two boys send or email each other dark humor memes and chuckle at them.

If they were alive in 2003, they would have used 4chan !!

Andre uses all types of different acronyms when chatting, such as but not limited to “ROFL”, “LOL”, “LMFAO”, “BRB”, “ILY”, “IDK”, and “BTW”. He often capitalizes the first letter of his messages and types faces like “:-)” and “>:(”.

Cal, too, uses many acronyms online. He also types with no capital letters, and he often takes shortcuts when he’s chatting with Andre. He creates little faces with the keys on his keyboard and copies and pastes special symbols online. When he’s typing to Andre first, his first message is usually a simple, “hi” of some sort.

They both play Doom together, considering how 1993 Doom was multiplayer when it first came out.

GeoCities !! Cal and Andre created their own website for the Army of Two. They didn’t necessarily say much on the site, and they didn’t give the site name to anyone they knew. But they still specified who they were and their interests without giving away their last names.

In addition, Andre and Cal used GeoCities to make a screamer site, and they made different alt emails to troll Brad Huff by sending the link to him, without him finding out who they were.

Sometime during the final week before Zero Day, their last few days of being alive, they’d both typed up a short, lovesick letter in their notepads— two messages they’d always wanted to tell each other but never got the chance to. Cal had gone on a tangent about how much he enjoyed being Andre’s comrade, how much he enjoyed Andre being his. Also, he was saying his goodbyes before their final mission and how he loved Andre and hoped he’d see him on the flip side. Whereas Andre was saying how he was looking forward to escaping the school with Cal and how he hoped they’d have a better life together, even while they were wanted from the cops. He mentioned how he loved Cal, too, but with his own phrasing of that declaration. But that ended up being an unrealistic expectation on Andre’s end.

[kamjkaze]

Some Andre HCs cause I feel like I understand my baby the most.. TW: eating disorders

I think Andre struggles with anorexia as a means of having control over his life. If pried about it you’ll learn he genuinely does not believe he has disordered eating. He will fast for days on end to simply feel like he has a grip on his own reality.

I think his brain still thinks I’m german and when he’s only around his family for awhile he fumbles a little when translating his thoughts into English. Cal, naturally makes fun of him for this.

When he’s very sleepy and keeping himself awake his brain defaults to German and Cal usually just goes along with whatever Andre is saying.

Cal and Andre are super different in how they go to sleep. Andre can force himself to be awake for hours even if he’s barely lucid. But Cal, once he’s out, he’s out.

Andre is a mega computer nerd and begged his parents for that little computer for a full calendar year before he received it. He loves to tinker with it and I think once when he was younger his tinkering went too far and he broke something inside it. His dad got suuupppeer pissed and threatened to throw the whole thing out if Andre was so comfortable with breaking the things he bought him. , thankfully Andre fixed it with a bit of reading and stressing

Andre is a terrible skin picker. He has acne as it is but he will poke and prod and squeeze and scratch at all the little bumps on his face. The fact he has dirty man hands all up in his open ass acne is not doing the problem any favors

Andre still struggles with his own religious identity and never fully dropped the idea of Judaism from his mind, even on zero day.

I think he actually enjoys working with his dad, I think he’s a daddy’s boy as it is but being able to be out of the house and actually social with his father most nights is really good for him. Many of his doubts for zero day occurred while he was at work with his father.

I think Andre is very sensitive to weed and cannot handle himself very well with getting high because the Goldilocks zone of “this ain’t shit” to “throwing up and greening out” is so small for Andre. As opposed to Cal who hasn’t taken a tolerance break in the four years he’s been smoking.

This is the opposite for drinking. Andre can smash as much alcohol as he wants in a night whereas Cal is a total lightweight who can’t handle his vodka

Andre sleeps completely naked no matter the season. Andre is also naked most of the time in his bedroom or when left alone in the house. It’s a small quirk about him that he doesn’t really know where it came from. “I guess I was just meant to be a nudist. I mean, it’s how we’re all born”

Andre is not the type to admit his jealousy but it is one of the few things he’s able to laugh about just because I think he understands that he is a very jealous person and has more or less come to terms with it (unless of course pushed too hard about it, Andre would get mad about anything if pushed too hard about it)

When andre was a small boy his favorite book was The Runaway Bunny

Andre Kriegman is my life and joy PLLEAASSEEE share your Andre Hcs with me I beg of you

[girl-named-matty]

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵

Name: Callan Gaunt Pronouns: He/Him Age: 18 - HCU Gender: Male Birthday: December 31st, 1874 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Birthplace: Undisclosed area, England. House: Slytherin Patronus: Goliath bird eating spider (im so sorry) Animagus: N/A Wand: Blackthorn wood, Dragon Heartstring core, 13", springy Blood Status: Pureblood Languages: English Ethnicity: Irish & English

𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Race: Caucasian Eyes: Dark brown, almost black Hair: Short black hair Skin: Pretty pale Height: 6'3" Distinguishing Features: He has a scar across his left cheek.

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺

Positive Traits: A very loyal friend, fun & outgoing, will never back down from a fight. Negative Traits: Sometimes takes sarcasm too far, is still figuring out the whole affection thing, aggressive if prompted. Strengths: Will stand up for someone if needed, no matter who. Weaknesses: Will NEVER back down from a fight, that's the issue lol.

𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 / 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴

Boggart: His father Mirror of Erised: Being far away from his family & no longer having the Gaunt name Hobbies: Reading, Dueling, Pottery Amortentia: Cedar & fresh linen, Future Occupation: Healer Favorite Spell: Incendio Least Favorite Spell: Crucio

Best subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts Favorite subject: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Favorite Professor: Professor Sharp Worst subject: Divination Least favorite subject: Divination Least favorite professor: Professor Binns (he's boring) Quidditch Position: Beater

𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺

Father's Name: Caelan Gaunt Age: 46 Status: Alive Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Personality: He doesn't have one, he's just mean.

Mother's Name: Alessia Gaunt Age: 45 Status: Alive Blood Status: Pureblood House: Slytherin Personality: She was a caring mother when Callan was younger but once he got old enough she kinda stopped caring.

Siblings: Hugo, Constance, & Elowen Gaunt

𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴

Love Interest: Valentine Black (@savingsallow) House: Slytherin and Slytherin

♡︎ Theodore Lupin - Theodore is Callan's best friend. They met in first year after Callan saw Theodore getting bullied by some 3rd year kids. He stood up for him and they've been friends ever since. Callan is definitely the more outgoing of the two, but he's always looking out for Theo since he knows Theo isn't all too confident in himself. And regardless if his family doesn't approve of their friendship, Theo is still one of the most special people to Cal.

♡︎ Alejandro Salvatori - Ale and Cal are roommates (wow). They're really good friends, lowkey in love with each other, both like the same girl but also kind of each other??? It's complicated y'all, don't ask. Ale is just his pookie. But they are roommates, on the quidditch team together, and do a lot together. Him, Cal, and Val are lowkey in a weird love triangle, LOL.

♡︎ Ominis Gaunt - Ominis is Callan's cousin and they were born around the same time so they grew up together. Not only that but they share a lot of the same morals, so they can often be seen hanging out together in order to get away from the rest of their family. So they are pretty close, to put it simply.

♡︎ Sebastian Sallow - They get in trouble together, that's pretty much it most of the time.

♡︎ The HCU pals - He loves all of them with his whole heart 💕

𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺

Callan was born on December 31st, 1984 to Caelan and Alessia Gaunt. He is the 2nd oldest of four children. During his childhood, Alessia was caring for the first few years of his life, but once he began to get older, she started caring less and less. As far as she was concerned, her relationship with her children was to just bring them into this world, teach them her values and views, and keep them trapped in them. She truly only ever cared about herself and her power in her relationship with her husband. Callan also had a strained relationship with his father. When his cousin, Ominis, was tortured by his own family at a young age, Callan heard about this and strongly disagreed, pained to see his favorite cousin get hurt.

Caelan quickly got upset at the boy and told him it was a fitting punishment for Ominis' disobedience. Once Callan disagreed, Caelan slashed his son on the face with a razor, giving him a scar he'd carry on his face forever. And that was the beginning of Cal's crumbling relationship with his father and family in general.

Cal spends most of his time at Hogwarts, planning to stay away from his family and to get far away from them one day. This also includes getting his girlfriend, Val, away from her family as well. All he wants to do is live in peace and happiness away from those who seek to hurt him and his loved ones.

[entwinedmoon]

This month is the 40th anniversary of John Torrington’s exhumation and autopsy. I’ve been doing real-time daily updates over on this post to show just how long and drawn out the process was. It took over a week, starting from when Beattie arrived on Beechey to when they first started digging to when they finally got the coffin open. Right now, those updates are in a bit of a lull because, after they dug down to the coffin, they had to wait for permits to move onto the next part, so there won’t be another Daily Torrington Dig update until August 17.

While we’re waiting for Beattie to get his permits to crack open a cold one (Torrington’s coffin) with the boys (his scientific research team), you can check out my Torrington blog posts to keep the spirit of the season going. The posts Sacred to the Memory of and A Star Is Born would be especially applicable right now as they explore Torrington’s death, exhumation, autopsy, and the media’s response to the photographs of his well-preserved body.

But there’s something else I wanted to share here, another type of media response that I’ve known about (and had a copy of) for a while. I shared it years ago on Twitter, thinking it would get a laugh there, but that was, er, not the reaction I received, so I’d held off on sharing it anywhere else because I thought most people would find it inappropriate. However, I was reminded recently by a friend (don’t know if they want to be tagged here or not, so I’ll go with not) about the existence of this particular piece, and I realized that this might be something that would be more appreciated here on Tumblr, where we like to photoshop Torrington’s corpse into memes, ship him with the guy he’s buried next to, and want to see what he would think of Takis and flavored vapes.

The article I’m referring to is the story about Torrington that appeared in the Weekly World News.

If you’re not familiar with the Weekly World News, it was a notorious tabloid that made up absurd stories and pretended it was real news. Some news stories were actually true—so it wasn’t completely like today’s The Onion—but there were also plenty of clearly fictional articles, featuring bizarre, often supernatural stories, such as Elvis sightings, a double-decker bus mysteriously found at the South Pole (“scientists” claimed aliens did it), or Bat Boy, a boy who was part bat, part boy.

Torrington’s level of fame within the cultural consciousness of the time meant that he, too, got to experience the tabloid treatment.

(CW: pictures of Torrington’s mummified body beneath the cut)

Published on March 3, 1992, was this front-page story:

Man buried in 1845 brought back to life!

Sailor’s coffin frozen in arctic ice 147 years!

Hush-hush new drug revives corpse, say doctors!

Yes, according to the Weekly World News, John Torrington was brought back to life in 1992. There’s even a full article all about how it happened.

MAN FROZEN SINCE 1845 BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE!

Scientists revive seaman trapped in ice 147 years!

Sailor back from the dead still thinks James K. Polk is President of the U.S.!

By Cal Sanders, Special Correspondent

The perfectly preserved corpse of a British sailor who was buried in an icy grave after he died on an Arctic expedition in 1845 has been revived by scientists—147 years later!

And while Petty Officer John Torrington’s health is fragile at best, the team of doctors who illegally plucked him from his grave and brought him back to life say he is aware of his surroundings, walking with help and might very well be able to lead a normal life “if this man has the psychological strength to adapt to the 20th century.”

“It’s hard to believe but this man thinks James K. Polk is President of the United States and insists that horses and sailing ships are the best and fastest ways to travel,” Dr. Hermann Richter said in his report on the experiment that brought Torrington back to life.

“Electric lights literally scare the hell out of him and to be perfectly frank about it, he hasn’t quite decided if he’s dead or alive. About the best we can do at this point is take his recovery one day at a time.

“If Torrington survives we will have produced a living piece of history. If he dies, at least we’ll be able to say that we tried to do something that might ultimately have benefited all mankind.”

The decision to steal Torrington’s corpse from its grave in northern Canada couldn’t have come easy for the Richter team, which issued its report to selected European newspapers “from an undisclosed clinic in Germany.”

For starters, the young man’s grave has stood as an unofficial monument to the courage and determination of 128 adventurers led by British explorer Sir John Franklin—adventurers who gave up their lives to chart the last 300-mile-leg of the treacherous Northwest Passage between 1845 and 1848. Torrington’s body was exhumed once before, in 1983, but it was carefully reburied after scientists took a small tissue sample to determine the cause of death. As it turned out, Torrington died from lead poisoning after eating provisions out of tins that were sealed with the dangerous and often lethal metal. Needless to say, news that Richter and his associates secretly exhumed the body a second time, smuggled it into Germany and succeeded in bringing it back to life have infuriated many experts, some of whom consider the theft of the body criminal. Richter himself insisted that Torrington is in good hands and will be free to go when he is strong enough.

The doctor went on the say that he understands why the experiment might sound extreme to some people but he believes that the revival of Torrington “furthered the best interests of medicine and science.” Richter’s report did not include any of the techniques that were used to revive Torrington but it did mention “an exciting new drug” that might one day make such revivals routine.

Because he died of lead poisoning, it is also believed that Richter and his team somehow cleansed Torrington’s tissue of the deadly metal before bringing him back to life. For the record, Torrington was a man of 20 when he died. Now he looks like a man of 80, photos supplied by Richter show.

“A century and a half of death is enough to age anyone,” said Richter.

There’s a lot to unpack here—the morally dubious German doctor with a mysterious, Frankenstein-esque resurrection method; the burial and exhumation dates both being off by one year for some reason; the short, skinny guy in the obvious bald cap that they thought would pass as Torrington; and so much more. Interestingly, a lot of the article seems to focus more on how scandalous it is that Dr. Richter stole Torrington’s body, as if the writer thought that the revival of a long-dead corpse wasn’t enough of a scoop. Also, I’m not sure if Torrington would even have been aware that Polk was president in 1845—was he the sort of guy who paid attention to international politics? Wouldn’t it have made more sense for him to think Victoria was still queen?

Many people might be offended by such an article, but the Weekly World News never cared about who they offended. Unsurprisingly, one of those who did take umbrage with the story was Dr. Owen Beattie.

In a short article in the Times-Colonist Metro about a week after the Weekly World News story ran, we got to hear Owen Beattie’s reaction.

HEE-(T)HAW . . . It was standard checkout rag fare. “Man Buried in 1845 brought back to life” shouted a recent front page of Weekly World News. “Hush-Hush New Drug Revives Corpse,” it continued.

These startling revelations bore some significance for both the wax museum’s Ken Lane and University of Alberta anthropologist Owen Beattie. The man purportedly thawed like last night’s dinner was John Torrington, one of three sailors from the Franklin expedition buried on Beechy [sic] Island. The Franklin expedition—and John Torrington—feature large in the wax museum’s arresting Frozen in Time expedition. Torrington’s body was exhumed from its Arctic grave in ’84 by Dr. Beattie, who determined death was from lead poisoning.

Neither Ken nor the anthropologist felt their respective professional worlds crumbled with the News article. (It ran with a photo of an emaciated looking chap being assisted by doctors and reports that Torrington is terrified of electric lights, still believes Polk is the U.S. president, and horses are the only way to go.) Ken shrugged it off with a what-can-you-expect-from-a-checkout-rag laugh. The anthropologist wasn’t quite so forgiving.

He refused to comment on it at all, insisting that his research speaks for itself. Apparently John Torrington was quite dead when he was exhumed and equally so when buried after the autopsy. But then that’s not the sort of stuff that sells check-out rags.

While it’s perfectly understandable that Beattie would not appreciate something like the Weekly World News’ fake story, what I find most interesting about this snippet is that there was a wax museum with a Franklin Expedition exhibit that included Torrington??? Does that mean there was a Torrington wax figure???? Where is it now????? Can I buy it?????????

These very important questions aside, it’s fascinating to see that Torrington was well known enough to make it into a “checkout rag.” Maybe it’s not the legacy he would have wanted, but at least it’s worth a good laugh.

[vigilskeep]

um calenhad aeducan lore. known fondly as prince cal by the people of orzammar and also me. he’s called that after the founder of the theirin line, because after ferelden successfully rebelled against orlesian rule, orzammar was like oh fuck we’ve got to repair that relationship as if we didn’t just sit by the whole time that was happening. so there were a bunch of these kind of uh diplomatic publicity stunts happening around the time he was born. and nothing about his life has ever not been someone else’s angle

his mother was one of endrin’s lesser concubines from a lower status house, and every jealous eye turned in her direction when she bore the king a son. despite that, endrin’s queen took her and the baby under her wing. it wasn’t entirely altruistic. the queen had no sons of her own, so cal could serve instead as her “contender” for heir against trian, the son of her long-time rival, a favoured concubine called lady rosdrada. the queen also happened to be a notable warrior, a powerful reaver, who died years later on a deep roads expedition under mildly suspicious circumstances, with many blaming lady rosdrada. (she was never publicly accused but neither did the king ever marry her and allow her to rise to the queen’s vacant place, a fact bitterly resented by her faction.)

cal’s mother, who returned the queen’s protection and favour with fierce loyalty, was first among rosdrada’s accusers. furious that punishment never came, she changed almost overnight from a shy, humble woman to a politician who could in her own right engage in the life or death battle for succession, raising her son to be the fulfilment of the late queen’s ambitions. he was trained since childhood in both the ways of princely charm and the ways of a reaver warrior, all to be the vengeance of a woman whose face he sometimes struggles to remember. perhaps there was a time, as boys, when he tried to be a brother to trian despite it all, but with his mother’s teachings always in his ears and trian less bearable each year, he’s long since accepted that deadly conflict between them is inevitable. he’s never eager to be the ruthless aeducan prince, but he’s always done his duty, however ugly. he never turns down the foul-tasting reaver concoctions, or quakes when he’s sent to the deep roads. he always defends his house’s honour and makes the point in blood. anything less is death; his mother tells him so

he doesn’t truly want the throne. he just wants more than anything to have the weight of expectations off his shoulders, and to no longer dread that his mother, his second, and all who support them will pay the deadly price of his failure. he’ll jump blindly at the chance to get this fight over with—and that’s all the opportunity bhelen ever needed

[boydholbrook-fan]

Happy 43rd Birthday, Boyd Holbrook!

First of all, I made gifs from my most favorites of Boyd’s projects: (one gif for each project), posting them in a year of release order (from oldest to the most recent).

Movies + characters:

The Free World (2016) as Mo Lundy

Logan (2017) as Donald Pierce

The Predator (2018) as Quinn McKenna

Two/One (2019) as Kaden

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019) as Thomas Lockhart

Eight for Silver/The Cursed (2021/2022) as John McBride

Vengeance (2022) as Ty Shaw

Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023) as Klaber

The Bikeriders (2023/2024) as Cal

TV Series/TV Mini Series + characters:

Narcos (2015 - 2016) as Steve Murphy

The Fugitive (2020) as Mike Ferro

The Sandman (2022 - ) as The Corinthian

Justified: City Primeval (2023) as Clement Mansell

And some of my favorite photos of Boyd, there's soooo many of them, I just picked some of them.

And now,

I wish you, Boyd Holbrook, all the best! Much health, love and luck! May all your dreams come true and your life be filled with joy, happiness, great achievements and many happy adventures! You’re an exceptional talent and a phenomenal actor! You’re incredible! You’re such an inspiring, wonderful and precious human being! With a huge heart! A beautiful soul! You deserve all the love and support! You deserve nothing but the best! Because you’re the best! A legend!

Love you and admire you so much! I love, admire and appreciate all the outstanding and hard work you’ve done in your career so far and really looking forward for many many more to come! You’re my absolute favorite actor and one of my most favorite people! I’m so proud to be a fan of yours! You’re a true actor! A handsome man! Sweet, adorable, amazing and humorous person who can brighten up people around you! I’m so happy for you and proud of you! So happy to see how far you’ve made it in your life and vast career! You deserve all the best things in life! Thank you for being who you are, for being you! Thank you for blessing our screens with your exceptional talent! You’re awesome!

Hope you have a wonderful day, on your special day, surrounded by people you love and those that love you! You’re an incredible and such a lovely and kind person! The best! And again, I wanna wish you all the best! Today is your day! Have a beautiful one! Happy Birthday, Boyd! Much love! ❤️❤️❤️🌟🌟🌟

And also, soon to be a 2-time dad! As you and Tatiana are expecting your second child, a girl! Again, huge congratulations to you and Tatiana! I'm so happy for you all! I wish you and your family nothing but the best! I hope the baby is born healthy! ❤️🌟🥰

And again,

YOU ARE A LEGEND, BOYD HOLBROOK! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

[t00tsmcgee]

Rook as a companion banter Episode three: Davrin

More on my Rook here

If this inspires you to write your own, please tag me, I'd love to read it! ^^

Part one (Neve) | Part two (Bellara) | Part three (Davrin) | Part 4 (Harding) | Part 5 (Taash) | Part 6 (Emmrich) | Part 7 (Lucanis)|

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Davrin: “Cal, does Assan visit you often?” Calais: “All the time. Don’t you boy?” Assan: *excited squawk* Davrin: “What do you feed him, when he’s over?” Calais: “Oh, some treats. Little scraps of meat, raw or dried, and I took a bag of truffles with me from Arlathan with me last time to give to him every now and again.” Davrin: “Does he like them?” Calais: “Oh yeah, gobbles it right up. Why?” Davrin: “He’s not eating his actual food. How much are you giving him?” Calais: “… Not a lot?” Davrin: *chuckles*“You’re a terrible liar.”

Calais: “Who’s my good boy?” Assan: *Happy squawk* Calais: “You are! Yes you are!” Assan: *Happy squawk* Davrin: “Is this how you talk to your rats as well?” Calais: “Of course. They know what you’re saying, you know? They’re smart. They can tell by the tone of your voice. Can’t you boy? Yes you can, you’re so smart!” Assan: *Happy squawk* Davrin: *sigh*

Davrin: “So Cal, why rats?” Calais: “They’re cute. Plus, they’re very useful. They eat our garbage and are natural allies of decay, as well as vital prey animals for predators like owls and snakes.” Davrin: “But you don’t feed yours to snakes, do you?” Calais: “No. Gus and Basil are pets. Although I did promise Lucanis that he could have them for his pet snake when they die.” Davrin: “Really? That doesn’t bother you?” Calais: “I’ll be sad about it sure, but better they feed another animal than I just let them rot in the ground. It’s the natural order of things, and there’s beauty in that, too.” Davrin: “Rats don’t get very old, do they?” Calais: “No. Maybe two years on average.” Davrin: “So why have them as pets?” Calais: “I like them. They’re resilient, despite everyone looking down on them as pests they are indispensable to the ecosystem around them. And they look cute while doing it.” Davrin: “They are pretty cute.”

Davrin: “Would you ever consider getting another pet?” Calais: “I’ve always wanted a cat. But circumstances never really allowed.” Davrin: “I can see a cat not going well with your rats.” Calais: “There is that, of course.” Davrin: “Maybe once this is all over.” Calais: “Yeah. I hope so.”

Davrin: “I don’t get it.” Calais: “Don’t get what?” Davrin: “You’re so relaxed and loose with Assan and he obeys your every word.” Calais: “It’s unexpected for me too. I wasn’t expecting griffons to be so much like rats.” Davrin: “They’re not supposed to be. They’re war beasts.” Calais: “Even the biggest, meanest warhorse has a soft spot for it carer, because they feed it. Food seals a bond quicker than any command.” Davrin: “So I should just give him treats every time he does something I ask?” Calais: “Yes. Obviously. That’s how you train an animal.” Assan: *Sqauwk of agreement*

Davrin: “So how do I do that?” Calais: “What?” Davrin: “Be more relaxed with him?” Calais: “You’re heaping expectations on him and yourself. You need to let those go before you can really relax. Assan will find his way. You have to trust that he will.” Davrin: “But he’s so young.” Calais: “When you were young, how did your parents go about raising you?” Davrin: “I went out into the woods, climbed the trees, explored.” Calais: “Exactly. You were a kid. You needed to explore the world you were born into. Your parents trusted you to come back if you needed help. You need to give Assan that same freedom.” Davrin: “Right. But I also frequently came home with scraped knees and bruises.” Calais: “That’s how you learn.”

Assan: *demanding squawk* Calais: “I don’t have anything on me, sorry.” Assan: *Squawk of disapproval* Calais: “I’ve never felt this guilty about anything in all my life.”

Davrin: “It’s working, you know?” Calais: “What is?” Davrin: “Your advice. Meat every day, and treats when he does something right. He’s learning faster than before. Listening more intently when I tell him things.” Calais: “Local man discovers positive reinforcement.” Davrin *chuckles* “Joke all you want, I needed to hear it from someone, and I’m glad you helped me.” Calais: “You’re welcome, Davrin.” Assan: *Squawk of approval* Calais: “You too, Assan.”

Davrin: “So where will you go, once we’re all done here?” Calais: “Antiva, I think. Lucanis invited me to come with him, live in Treviso.” Davrin: “But will you be able to have a cat there?” Calais: *chuckle* “Treviso is overflowing with strays. I’m sure one will wander in and make itself at home in my bed." Davrin: “I - Assan will miss you.” Assan: *Sad squawk* Calais: “I’ll miss Assan too. And maybe his handler, too." Davrin: “Thank you, Cal.” Calais: “Any time.”

[sunlightpassingthroughthewater]

Name:

Caliathmo Culaari

Full name:

Caliathmo 'len Curwe Thelantaril Riltiiwen ata' Aldaril Talicar Vallanya Cal' Culaari

Alias:

Haeliata (when corresponding with members of the Beautiful)

Birthplace:

Mathiisen, Auridon, Summerset

Date of Birth:

16th of Frostfall, 4E 141

Affiliations:

The Beautiful (an anti-thalmor resistance group). The Thalmor (undercover in its intelligence branch as an agent) Clan Culaari (a once prosperous noble clan from Auridon)

Background:

Caliathmo's father, Aldaril, was a battlemage in the Imperial Legion when Summerset was still a province of the Empire. After fighting in the Oblivion Crisis - wherein he was stationed in Ald'ruhn in Morrowind - Aldaril chose to retire and lead a quiet life as a fisherman in the coastal town of Mathiisen. This is where Aldaril would meet Caliathmo's mother, Curwe, and where Caliathmo and his younger brother, Tilaandil, would be born and raised. Curwe was a member clan Culaari, a family that once had strong ties to Summerset's navy. Following the thalmor's rise to power, the Culaari clan was destroyed and had it's lands seized due to it's loyalty to both the Empire and Summerset's royal family. Curwe was a young woman when this happened and was forced to go into hiding. With most of her family either murdered, imprisoned or scattered, she had little choice but to live a humble life of a commoner. Curwe had a passion for designing clothes and was therefore able to use her skills to find work as a semestress. Both Aldaril and Curwe would go on to join the Beautiful, a group dedicated to overthrowing the Thalmor. They would try to keep their sons out of it for their own safety, but that proved difficult as Caliathmo and Tilaandil grew older and started asking questions. Caliathmo grew up captivated by tales of his father's time in the Legion, which brought him all across Tamriel during his 60 years of service. He was told tales of the various cultures and philosophies Aldaril had encountered. This gave Caliathmo a deep interest in the world outside of Summerset and instilled in him a sceptisim towards the rigid worldview of the Thalmor and their propaganda. At the age of 16, Caliathmo would find out about his parents involvement in the Beautiful. At age 18, he would - to the dismay of both his parents - go on to enrol at the Thalmor academy. Not out of a genuine belief in what they stood for, but with aims of undermining them from the inside. The Beautiful were always in need of extra eyes and ears that could be trusted to relay information back to them concerning the inner workings of the Thalmor. Caliathmo was sick of talking about the past and a hypothetical future, he wanted to take action. He was unaware, however, just how much this decision would cost him and those around him. During his time at the academy, Caliathmo would meet Quenanya, his future wife - who he would introduce to the Beautiful - although they wouldn't actually get into a relationship until after the Great War, a decade later. A war in which he served, gathering intelligence for the Dominion whilst at the same time passing on vital information to the Beautiful. His participation in the great war (and the war between the Dominion and Hammerfel that occured afterwards) left him with both physical and mental scars. He also felt deeply conflicted at having to fight against the Empire, an Empire his father used to speak highly of and spent much of his life defending.

[stealingpotatoes]

If some of Cal and Merrin’s kids were born around the time of the OT, then they probably hang out with Jacen, who was also born during that time period! (Also it's pretty funny that Kata was about 8 during Jedi Survivor, which makes her only two to three years younger than Luke, Leia, and Ezra!)

yeah they would be!! probably a couple years younger than jacen tho bc I think the merrical kiddos'd be born nearer/after the end of the empire

also my favourite thing abt kata being 8-ish is that Bode managed to bag a baddie, lock it in, and have a baby in the first two years after the clone wars -- all while being a fugitive from the empire!! iconic. nobody is doing it like him

[moonmeg]

Honestly I'm so obsessed with your Calyn children already I want to know everything about them! But I don't want to spoil anyone nor myself too much before the Caleb lives au starts! So, what are we alowed to know about them that isn't too much spoiling info?

Hmmm their age differences and general dynamics, I guess!

It goes:

Robyn is 2 years old when L his born.

He is 3½ when R² is born (yeah Eve and Cal were very quick here hsbsjnsn)

Finally, when Caitlyn is born he is 6. L is 4, R² is about 3.

So they're all fairly close in age.

As noted before, Robyn and L have a really strong bond and are each other's closest confidant. She needs to vent or some big brother advice™? Robyn's got her. He needs to ramble about his feelings for Micah or a shoulder to lean on? Lil sis' got him. L really looks up to Robyn on their childhood but that changes as she gets older and starts doing her own thing instead of copying her brother. Regardless, they are one heart and one soul.

Robyn and R² are also close (not as close as he is with L but still close!) and R² looks up to Robyn like L does but for a different reason. Robyn is a big part in his support system. In fact, he's such a big part that Robyn was the first one to know about the gender dysphoria and the wish to be referred to by male pronouns and "brother" instead of "sister". R² is also very supportive of Robyn. When Robyn starts noticing his feelings for Micah go deeper for example, R² would encourage him and jokingly note he's always hoped to get Micah as brother-in-law someday.

He'd also really really get along with Micah (although they all do) and figure Micah's crush on Robyn. R² and L would pair up a lot to subtly try and get the two even closer and into situations that could serve an opportunity for a confession. It doesn't go all too well most of the time.

Caitlyn and Robyn have one certain thing in common and therefore are able to bond over that. They are least close, simply by the age gap they have. Robyn loves his youngest sister and gladly spends time with her when he get the chance to, don't get me wrong, but as teenager he prefers meeting up with friends or spend lots of time around his boyfriend. Her biggest confidant is Evelyn. She knows she could confide in Robyn or L too, but if she really needed advice or to talk to someone, Evelyn would be her first pick. You may be wondering why not R² and the reason here is that they have a bit of an endless banter going on. They're two quite different personalities clashing and as R² is closest to her in age... it kinda writes itself. They don't have a rivalry going on but it's also not the sweet rainbows, sparkles and flowers type sibling relationship Robyn and L have for example.

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[diazsdimples]

Several Sentence Sunday!

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So I've been informed that the snippets of zoo fic I've been sharing have made it seem like a cute, wholesome trip to the zoo, which it is in part. But it's also just a whole load of Eddie Feeling Things (8k of it so far) as he comes to terms with Christopher growing up and his feelings for Buck. So, having said that, please enjoy a slightly more angsty section of this.

Christopher is growing up. It’s a natural part of life, but a part Eddie has been dreading for years, probably since the day Christopher was born if he’s being honest with himself. His breathing is becoming more difficult, chest tightening as he tries to steady his inhales. “I-I’m gonna go down to the underwater area for a sec, be right back. Make sure Buck doesn’t get into trouble, Chris,” Eddie stammers as he gets up, pushing past Buck and Christopher, and he all but runs down the sloping path, stopping only when he’s in the cool, dark cave under the seating area. The water behind the big, glass windows cast an eerie light, rippling and dancing with the small wavelets of the pool, and it calms Eddie a little, away from the hustle and bustle of the above area. From where he’s standing, he can watch as the mama and baby hippos both wade into the water before the mama hippo tips herself forward, sinking gracefully to the bottom. The baby follows suit, her little legs kicking about as she gets used to the sensation of weightlessness, and she settles on her mother’s back, watching as a shoal of fish swirl around them. Eddie walks forwards and places a hand on the cool glass. Watching the mama and baby interact, the way the baby keeps looking back at her mother for reassurance and the way the mama hippo gazes at her child with a look that could only be love, Eddie flips through all his memories of Christopher, as though watching his past through a Viewfinder. He’s so busy reminiscing that he doesn’t hear the footsteps as someone else enters the cave, until a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around his middle. “You okay?” Buck’s voice murmurs in his ear, lips brushing against the shell and Eddie sinks back with a sigh, letting his whole body relax in Buck’s arms.

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[jeannereames]

It is with great sadness that I report the passing of Peter Green, giant in Classics. He died this last Monday morning (9/16/24) at the ripe old age of 99. He was born the same year as both my parents.

Peter was not only a very fine scholar, but also a damn good writer--which isn't always true of historians. He wrote historical fiction (no, really, he did: The Laughter of Aphrodite, about Sappho, and Achilles, His Armor, about Alkibiades). And he wrote some quite excellent collections of essays: In the Shadow of the Parthenon and Classical Bearings. His Alexander to Actium--a monster book about the Hellenistic Age big enough to choke a mule--actually made money for U-Cal Press. Not common for academic books, especially of that size!

I have issues with Peter's take on Alexander, I'll be honest. In fact, it was his cheeky summary of Hephaistion as "Tall, handsome, spoilt, spiteful, overbearing and fundamentally stupid" that made the little Hephaistion sit up in my head and object: "I wasn't like that!"

And that launched a dissertation. So in a backhanded way, you can thank Peter for my work on Hephaistion.

But I want to tell you about the other Peter I knew, a genuinely helpful, friendly, and likable guy. He and his wife (Classicist) Carin Green were long-time friends of Gene Borza (my academic father) and Kathleen Pavelko (Gene's now-widow). Born in the UK, he had mid-century British Classicist training mixed with some very progressive politics that might surprise.

He also gave me the best (academic) edit job I've ever received, in now 25 years of publishing. Together with Gene, I gave a paper at the then-APA (now-SCS), which ended up becoming my first (co-authored) publication, "Some New Thoughts on the Death of Alexander the Great." Peter was there to hear, and came up after to congratulate us then quiz me about my psych background and the info I'd brought on grieving. Gene told him about the chapter in my dissertation on Alexander's mourning, and Peter said, "Send me that chapter" for Selecta Classica, of which he was editor. I warned it was long. (To the tune of 60 pages in manuscript!)

But I sent it. And he took it. Then did the edits (both academic and literary) himself. It was fantastic. I quibbled on two things. First, commas. Ha. But second, he insisted everything go back into Greek without some translations, contending anybody reading it would know the Greek. I objected. I lost. I still think that was a mistake, but it was also evidence of that mid-century Brit Classicist that assumed the only people reading it would be other Classicists.

But folks, he made that first (solo) article of mine so much better, forcing me to clarify problematic phrasing, elaborate where I'd been too brief, etc. And he did it with a light hand that allowed my own voice to come through. He became my model of How to Be A Good Academic Editor. When I edit today, I have him in mind.

Peter, thank you for all you've done, not just in print, but as a human being and mentor to young scholars, like me. I'll pour a little libation of good red wine in your memory.

With his passing goes the last of that generation of Macedoniasts.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

hello dearest cal i offer thee some emojis and some good writing vibes!!

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (omg more cranberry?? HELL FUCKING YESS!!)

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Hi Feather!

Thank you so very much!

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As it turns out, Christopher is also having nightmares. Eddie calls her one morning, as exhausted as she is, saying he was up all night with Chris. 

“He’s waking up screaming. Really scared, Shan. Did something happen to him up there?” 

Shannon feels terrible. 

“No,” she promises. “I mean, nothing I didn’t already tell you. Maybe seeing Buck fall and get swept away?”

Shannon has been struggling with that, too. But more while she’s awake than while she’s sleeping.

“Carla thinks I should take him to see a therapist,” Eddie says. “Someone who specializes in trauma in children.” 

Shannon could vomit. “She thinks he’s traumatized? Do you think he’s traumatized?”

“I think he went through something traumatic. You all did,” Eddie says. “But, like, he can get past it, right? Because nothing too bad ended up happening.” 

“Right,” she mutters. 

“So what do you think?” 

Shannon takes a deep breath. She’s too tired to think this through clearly. At the forefront of her mind is just the feeling that her son is hurt again, and it’s because of her. Which is ridiculous. She knows it’s ridiculous. She didn’t cause this. He just happened to be with her. And thank fuck Buck was too.

“Shannon?” 

“Sorry, yeah. Uh… I mean, if you think it’s a good idea, I trust you.”

“I think it probably is, but I still feel weird,” Eddie admits. 

“Weird?” Shannon asks. “Weird how?”

“Like, if I had needed this as a kid…” 

Oh. She gets it.

“Your parents never would have gone for it,” she finishes. 

“Yeah. Dad would have said to suck it up and move forward.”

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“It just sort of happened,” Eddie admits. “While you were grocery shopping the other day? And I took her to the park. It slipped out. She thought it was funny. It’s a done deal now.”

Buck smiles affectionately. “That’s very sweet.”

Eddie shrugs again. 

“Why duckling, specifically?” Buck asks. 

“Well, I didn’t know the name of a baby dove, and the generic bird term chick felt very icky-”

“Squab,” Buck offers.

“What?” 

“The name for a baby dove. Squab,” Buck explains.

“Yeah, see, I am not calling your daughter squab,” Eddie retorts.

Your daughter. Your daughter. Your daughter. 

“I appreciate that,” Buck says. 

“My brain was stuck on birds,” Eddie continues. “And then duck rhymes with Buck, and she’s your kid, so… Duckling.”

“Duckling,” Buck repeats. Because she’s his daughter. “Alright. I like it.”

“Well, good,” Eddie says. “I was going to keep using it either way.”

Buck laughs. “I see how much power I hold.”

“Very little,” Eddie agrees. “At least I’m not telling her medical emergency horror stories involving rotisserie chicken.”

Buck groans. “That was one time!”

ii.

It keeps up like that. The general ease and happiness. 

Well, ease might be an overstatement. Adjusting to a six year-old overnight still has its challenges. Especially a six year-old who is still learning how to be a part of a family. Sometimes he forgets it’s all new to her, as well as she fits in with his life. 

Some things are easy. She’s completely over not asking for what she needs; at least not when it comes to Buck, Eddie, Carla, and Maddie and Chim, when they go there for dinners. She’s always polite and never fights him about bedtime - something Buck knows Maddie and Chim struggle with with Jee. 

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Buck laughs. A bitter and cold thing. 

“Where is all this coming from?” He repeats. “It’s so clear that you are only here for Maddie. And that’s fine. Whatever. You don’t want to know me? Fine. Your loss. You don’t give a shit that I nearly died last year? Fine. But to see so plainly that you never cared about me? From the time I was born? I don’t need to sit around and watch that and wonder why.”

There are a range of reactions to Buck’s outburst. One he could have avoided had they just let him leave. 

Eddie grabs his arm, squeezing it like he’s trying to pull Buck back from the edge. 

Margaret starts to cry.

Phillip looks at the floor.

Chim winces, like he’s watching a trainwreck. 

It’s Maddie that speaks up.

“Buck,” she shakes her head, eyes welling over. “Please don’t go there.”

“Go where, Maddie?” Buck asks, exasperated. “Everyone in the room can see it.”

“Buck,” she tries again.

But he just shakes his head at her.

“Let’s go, Eddie,” he says. 

Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s back, and leads him towards the door. His hand on Cranberry’s leash is white knuckling the paracord loop handle. His other hand is shaking. 

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“Two dinners,” Buck says on the drive home. Eddie is in the driver’s seat. Not their usual arrangement, but necessary, tonight. “That's all it took. Two dinners, and I am twelve years-old again, trapped between my sister and my parents.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, eyes flicking between the road and Buck. “That was really painful.”

“And now what?” Buck continues, hardly hearing him. “I have to plan an awkward fucking apology.”

“Whoa, wait!” Eddie’s tone sharpens. “What do you have to apologize for?”

[diazheartsbuckley]

I can't decide they all sound good!! ⛪️ 🚨 📸 (top 3)

Hiya 💗

Previous snippet of 🚨 here

Eddie blinks twice, just staring at Buck for probably too long. It’s a lot of information to take it and he isn’t sure how to react or how Buck might expect him to react.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to say anything. It’s fine” Buck swallows back the lump that has formed in his throat.

He has never told anyone about it before but with Eddie, he feels safe. He feels like Eddie should know that part of his life.

“Buck, I’m sorry, I-I-I don’t know what to say” Eddie manages to scramble a somewhat awkward sentence together but makes sure to take Buck’s hand in his.

Buck chuckles, a bit strained and he traces his thumb along the side of Eddie’s hand, not knowing if he should let go or let it happen. Everything in him is screaming at him to get up and run.

Run as far away as humanly possible. Until Eddie says something that changes his mind.

“Hey, don’t worry. I don’t think any less of you for this. And it won’t make me love you any less”

Eddie pauses, realizing what he just said. He has never said it before. He knows it’s true but he also didn’t want to scare Buck off.

“You love me?”

And ⛪️ and 📸 here

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A pang of pain spreads throughout the back of Eddie’s head and when he tries to move his hands, he realizes that they’re tied behind his back.

He can feel blood pooling at his collar and he lets out a low groan as he tugs at the rope digging into his skin.

“Father Eddie Diaz” A familiar voice sounds from the doorway and footsteps come closer, soon reaching Eddie. The edge of a cold knife is pressed against his carotid and he chuckles lightly.

“Don’t you have anything better to do, Marcos?” Eddie says, the knife being pressed firmly against his neck until his former partner steps into the light.

“Not when it comes to you and Evan Buckley”

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“So why did you sign up?” Buck asks, sitting down next to Eddie but within a safe distance. He has learned the hard way that Eddie doesn’t like people in his personal space yet his knee almost instinctively tilts to the side, leaning against Eddie’s.

“Short or long version?” Eddie says with a small smile, his fingertips tracing the medallion around his neck, a constant reminder of the life and the family that he left behind. The whole reason why he’s here is his son. Nothing will ever matter more.

Buck glances down, seeing Eddie fiddling with his necklace and Buck can’t help but to note it down for another moment like this, where Eddie has his guard down. “Whichever one you feel comfortable with sharing”

“Who are you and what have you done to Evan Buckley?” Eddie teases before he continues. “Let’s start with the short one then. I met a girl in high school, she got pregnant, we needed money, so I enlisted. Got back in time for my son being born, came back and finished my tour and uh-…” Eddie touches his ring finger. He’s still not used to not having a wedding ring on it anymore even though the divorce happened two years ago.

“She needed me and I wasn’t around. And I reenlisted because we needed money, again. And eventually, I realized that I uh-… that I’m gay. And I escaped reality by coming here. And we got divorced. And I came back here. Oddly enough, this is where I feel the most at home”

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