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one thing you should know about me is that I'm a little insane
all of the new bill cipher stuff and euclydia had sparked a lot of discussions about the nature of a 2D dimension, so now I have a very strong one sided beef with anyone trying to claim that "we, as 3D beings, can only see/perceive in 2D" and as a 3D being myself I have to disagree and if I don't voice my opinions in public I will lose my mind
so welcome to "magenta's trying to explain physics without actually knowing physics to anyone who's willing to listen"
so first of all, one major key of this debate is the difference between "see" and "perceive", because that can lead to some confusion
in my opinion there are basically 3 stages to "sight" (and any other senses): 1. the information the eyes gets (our retinas?) 2. the image our brains create from interpreting that information 3. us comprehending what we see
I personally think of "seeing" as at least level 2, but for the sake of this argument let's refer to seeing as level 1 and perception as 2 and 3 (separating them to perception and comprehension doesn't add much to the discussion) however I still think vision encapsulate the entire thing, so keep that in mind
if that's the case, I do understand why people claim that we can only "see" in 2D, because in a technical sense: one eye can only see a flat image
for example, if we have these 2 balls in front of us in a 3D space, we wont really be able to tell anything about their distance and size with just one eye
HOWEVER, and that's the thing I'm mainly getting at: we do have the ability to tell size and distance in real life! by this great thing calls "depth perception"
now this is not really a concept I can explain with images since they are inherently flat, but you probably know it already just think 3D glasses, VR, or even just look around in your room! our two eyes + our brain gives us the ability to tell the distance of things from us! you can theoretically map the objects around you on a 3D grid just from looking at them, and if that's not 3D vision and perception idk what is
well, actually, I did see a thing being argued that "3D vision means seeing all sides of an object + inside of it, which is what 4D creatures will see" so lets think about that for a second
this argument stems from the way we interact with the 2nd dimension
as all the flatlands lovers here know, when we look at a world of 2D creatures, we are able to see all of their sides, and their inside, so supposedly a 4D creature would be able to do the same for us
but that's where things gets interesting, so let's go deeper!
this usually comes up in order to say "this ability to see around and inside of an object defines what 2D vision is, and thus only 3D being can see 2D, while 2D beings can only see 1D" however, I don't think it has to do with sight at all! but rather with point of view and existing in a higher dimensional plane !
the special thing about us really is our ability to move on the Z axis and separate ourselves from the 2D plane, and thus get a fuller view! so this doesn't have anything to do with us "being limited to 2D" but rather with us being 3D creatures in a 3D world and 3D perception!!! so supposedly, a 4D creature would be in the same situation, having 3D retinas and an overall 4D vision and perception!
if we were to be on the flat plain along the other shapes, our vision isn't going to serve us much better than it does for the 2D creatures, the only additional thing we will be able to see is the Z axis, which isn't really relevant to 2D beings
so now raises the question: can 2D creatures see in 2D? don't they only see 1D? ( - a line ?)
I'm going to jump through some loops here so I need you to hold my hand and bare with me
lets say we have this triangular fella with one eye, the light information they are getting is linear, so basically a line (which is represented on the right)
now this is where I'm making a bit of a leap: will their vision have 2D depth? like we have?
think for a second of the way we see, technically, even the flat image our retinas see is based in some 3D: specifically, objects appear smaller as they are far away, lines wrap into a vanishing point in the horizon, stuff like that!
the 3D world around us is getting compressed into a flat image with perspective, which we can later decipher back into 3D using both our eyes !
and as you might have noticed, a similar thing is happening in our triangle friend's vision! even though both circles are the same size, the light blue circle is closer, and thus takes a much larger portion of their field of view!
unfortunately, as we have established before, while this is a result of depth, this isn't equivalent to depth perception, as our poor triangle cant tell anything about the distance of the circles! is that circle close to him? is that a giant far circle? who knows!
this is where having 2 eyes might help!
our other friend, the 2 eyed triangle, should in theory be able to have depth perception similarly to us, and thus perceive 2D visually!!
how specifically their brain interprets that information is beyond me, the changes in distance, size and angles/curves might be visible as color changes or even width
it's important to remember that since there's no defined "width" to the "line" of their vision, it's actually filling their entire field of view and perception of sight, so it's not like it's a line within a black void but more of the definition of everything, so when compared to our perception of sight it's something more like this:
and if you want to incorporate the idea of closer objects appearing larger in their perception, it might be something like this (for a bunch of random circles in different distances):
the main thing is, when we are trying to say 2D creatures can only see 1D, it's usually just because we think of "2D vision" as a matter of height and width, when it can actually just be depth and width, both of these are valid ways of representing 2 dimensions! because there are 2 dimensions represented ! it's just a matter of point of view!!
I don't think our ability to see 2D objects from all their sides at once is defining what counts as 2D vision, it's just a way to see it from further away, and without relaying on perspective I guess?
so I guess that's the thing really, the core of this discussion: does perspective count? I mean perspective is what makes the axis that's "forwards" accessible, distorting the size to substitute distance. supposedly, when we step back to look to look at a 2D world, we don't need any of that distortion, and we can easily see both the accurate size and the distance of objects, so does that mean our vision is superior? that it's actually true 2D?
in my opinion, the distortion of perspective doesn't take away from our vision, it's just a way to represent the forward axis! no matter how many dimensions you have, forwards is always the first dimension to exist, and while you are looking straight ahead at one dimension lower than you are, your over all vision consists of a stack of "straight ahead views" along the additional axis, which I consider as giving it it's missing dimension!!
trying to argue we can't perceive the world in the dimension we exist in doesn't make sense to me, we are 3D beings in a 3D world which we intuitively interact with! just like we can move around the 3D space and hear the direction sounds are coming from, I don't understand why vision should be limited to any less, and definitely not perception!
well that was fun! this is basically just a matter of semantics, but thinking and trying to analyze vision and different dimensions was just really interesting! and I hope it was interesting to read for you dear one person who read this! have a candy! š¬ hopefully now that I release these thoughts into the world they won't hurt me as much !! time to dissolve i guess !
#I am looking for at one person to listen to me yap#please this is haunting me#overanalysis#bill cipher#euclydia#2 dimensions#3 dimensions#vision#physics#eye
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Day 3639 - 15 June 2024
"-the yellow one that doesn't appear in Mesmerizer"
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#projecttiger#vocaloid#akita neru#doodle#that phrase has haunted me since I read it 2 days ago#bonus phrase āher name is triple bakaā#YALL PLEASE BE NICE TO NERUUUU š
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doodles from the last few months
#please donāt even try to make sense of the one where itās just marinette and alya talking#that text was just airlifted out of context from me & peachās dms#the vibes were just feeling very alyanette#ml#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#my art#ml awakening#(kind ofš)#adrien agreste#marinette dupen chang#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe#felix fathom#i guess. the spirit of felix fathom that haunts me at least#adrinette
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"All in all, not all that bad - being born I mean. Because I could hear music, and I heard Christine."
#phantom of the opera#the phantom of the opera#erik#cherik#christine daae#yeston and kopit#my art#his dying speech haunts me forever#I love him#I'm posting more than usual because I'm doing next month's patreon work in advance#because I am hosting family until the end of the year and have a ton of work to do on top of it š#so please excuse the post timing inconsistencies
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something something gman tommy something something gordon in stasis. you know how it is.
#GOD TUMBLR ATE THE FUCKING QUALITY. JESUS CHRIST.#This is a lil rough lookin cos itās uhhhh . One itās like a month old and 2 it took me like an hour w no real thought or effort#Anyway#I Feel Normal . Im normal. Itās whatever#THIS IS BASED ON NOTHING . other than this has been haunting me. The hypotheticaaaallllllsssssss aaauuughhhhhhbhhh#hl2vrai#hlvrai#tommy coolatta#should. I tag ol gordon here ?#I dont. Know. I donāt wanna Fuck up th hl tag#whatever.#hlvrai 2#gordon freeman#gordon feetman#hlvrai gordon#hlvrai tommy#If they do do smth w stasis itāll fuck me up so bad cos. ONE .#that means Gordon never got to go home. fucked up. Fucked up#TWO . Itās so. AUIUHGHH. Itās one thing w like. in the hl2 canon of Gman this like. Mysterious freak fuckin around w Gordon#Where itās just an uncaring omnipotent Guy taking you in and out of limbo as he pleases#but with like. Dr coomer specifically tryna contact Gordon and TOMMY BEING GMAN. FUCK. itās like. Now itās your friends.#now itās your friends who need you and are trying to help you along. putting you into place. THERES SO MUCH MORE WEIGHT THERE#this might be me reaching but itās like. ohhhh my god#wgatever. What the fuck ever#EDIT: SOMEONE JST POINTED THIS OUT AND THIS WASNT ON PURPOSE I SWEAR TO GOD. HES KINDA IN TH FUCKED UP VR CROUCH POSE. FUCK . FUCK
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get out of that dusty attic and have a sleepover with your sister idiot
#my art#persona 5#futaba sakura#akira kurusu#this wip is from like a year ago so. looks a bit off DFHGJDFGFHSD#so its not new but i just got the shading done. this shits been haunting me#no sh/taba tags Please or i will actually end your life
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these bitches got bad luck ions out the wazoo
#RAAUHGHH HAUNTED MANSION STRETCHING PORTRAITS#<- theme parks and similar entertainment are my special interest#ALSO SORRY INHAD NO WHERE ELSE TO PUT CARL š#he is kindaā¦ dakota and cavendish son. HEAR ME OUT#I am so obsessed with them#PLEASE I need more exploration into the luck system#phineas and ferb#pnf#milo murphy's law#mml#mml spoilers#dwampyverse#heinz doofenshmirtz#candace flynn#balthazar cavendish#milo murphy#vinnie dakota#carl karl
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I need the pokemas anniversary to come soon so we can hopefully see volo go batshit crazy again for the second time!!!
#please please please give us a volo and giratina alt I BEG YOUUUU @ pokemas writers and devs ššššš#his expression range is INSANE like. how can he look so unhinged because he made a deal with the devil but look so HOT while he's at it!!!#particularly the last screenshot... those wide crazed eyes... oooooh game freak was cooking and the kitchen exploded in a fire i fear#a.k.a they cooked so hard that this whole sequence will Haunt me the rest of my life like cynthia's piano intro for sure#also have i mentioned that he's so hot. how the hell does he do that#it's 12 am and i just woke up from a super long nap and i just miss him so much... i need to see him in pokemas or the mainline game again#gawd yeah i'm still obsessed with the last screenshot. never in a million years would i expect to see someone who looks like cynthia use#an expression like that... šššššššš i love pla so much you guyssss#volo#pokemon volo#pokemon wielder volo#pokemon legends arceus#pokemon#pla#pokemon: legends arceus#hisui
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ok so I saw this cloud formation this morning and I might be going crazy
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl lamb#please tell me y'all see it too#they're haunting me#the brainrot is real#cloud formations
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if you love him let him go (if you love him let him know)Ā
pre-buddie, bucktommy | T | 3k | angst, pining tommy needs to tell eddie something not on ao3 atm because i can't figure out if this is done or if i'm continuing it - please let me know your thoughts! now on ao3 because i hate not having all my fic in one place
āCan I get you another beer, man?ā
Eddie checks his watch. Itās only a little after nine thirty. Heās kind of hoping to get home before Chris goes to sleep, but heāll not be heading to bed any time soon, will likely stay up later than Eddie. Friday night means he disregards his supposed bedtime ā not that he sticks to it that well on school nights, now heās sixteen. āSure, thanks.ā
Tommy nods, disappears into the kitchen, returns a moment later with a can of IPA in one hand, a bottle of lager in the other. Theyāve already finished the six-pack Eddie brought over, but trust Buck ā well, Buck and Tommy ā to have Eddieās favorite beer in their fridge. Tommy hands over the can, already cracked open, and Eddie takes a sip as Tommy settles down at the opposite end of the couch. He doesnāt turn to face the TV, sits twisted towards Eddie instead, but he does pick up the remote and turn down the volume, the post-fight commentary rendered nearly unintelligible.Ā
āI wanted to talk to you about something.ā
Eddie twists towards Tommy himself, something not-quite-anxious-but-almost flaring in his chest. Over the years they have been friends, he and Tommy have spoken about lots of things, including those not so easy to discuss: their respective experiences in the army, Tommyās tough childhood, Eddieās difficult parents, the hard aspects of the job. But theyāve all been topics that have come up naturally, raised organically. Tommy has never led into anything with such a pointed opener before.
Eddie studies him. He has one knee pulled up on the couch cushion, foot poking out off the end, the other foot planted on the floor, nearly parallel to the base of the couch. One arm is up on the backrest, the other relaxed, beer bottle in that hand, resting on his thigh, dripping condensation painting a charcoal ring on his ā probably Buckās, in fact, given how tight the fabric is stretched over the muscle of his leg ā grey sweats. Heās not tense, but heās not smiling, and thereās something about his expression that Eddie canāt place. Itās not that he hasnāt seen this look before, because heās pretty sure he has, witnessed it in flickers across numerous occasions over the years, there and then gone, present for but a heartbeat. But heād never known what it meant any of those times and he certainly doesnāt now.
ā'Course,ā Eddie says, when Tommy doesnāt go on, seems to be waiting for some kind of sign. Then adds, feeling like itās necessary given the gravity he can feel pulling this lightsome evening down to something more serious.Ā Ā āAnything.ā
Tommy sighs, bites his lip like he doesnāt want to speak, even though heās the one who said he wanted to talk, then shakes his head and takes a pull of his beer.
āIs everything okay?ā Eddieās starting to feel worried now. He mentally scans back over the past few weeks, trying to remember if Tommy has mentioned anything about work that could be a problem. He saw him at basketball last week, and nothing had seemed off. Plus, Buck hasnāt said anything. Not that heād necessarily tell Eddie about an issue Tommy was having, not if Tommy wanted it kept private, but Eddie can usually tell when Buckās concerned about someone, and he hasnāt picked up on anything, not at all.Ā
But maybe this isnāt about a problem Tommy is having. Maybe this is a Buck problem, something Buck has kept from Eddie. It would make sense why Tommy would bring it up with him; sometimes a concerted, multi-person effort is the only way to get through to Buck. And Tommyās more likely to bring in Eddie first, and then expand the team to include Maddie, Chim, more, as needed.Ā
āIs Buck okay?ā Eddie asks, something like panic constricting his throat, making the words come out a little strangled.Ā
Tommy actually laughs at that, a small, choked thing, an exhale of sound and air. He shakes his head again, but not aĀ no. More like an extension of the laugh, a motion to accompany it, to better convey the disbelief ā not humor ā contained in it. āHeās fine.ā
Itās a relief to hear. Buck had seemed physically okay, when Eddie had seen him briefly before he left the house, since heād maybe purposefully waited to order his Uber until Buck pulled up in his jeep outside, despite Christopherās insistence he didnāt need to wait for Buck to arrive, despite the fact that his kid is more than old enough to be left in the house alone for the twenty minutes it would have taken Buck to drive over, while Eddie was ferried the opposite way. But there could still have been something, Buck could have been fighting through pain, much better at hiding any hurt of his body than he is at masking his emotional distress.Ā
āBut,ā Tommy says, and that one word is enough to have Eddieās muscles tightening once more, āIt is Evan I wanted to talk about.ā
Again, Tommy doesnāt follow it up with anything. Eddie has found, in their time as friends, that Tommy is not often a man lost for words. Quite the opposite, in fact. He usually says what he means, means what he says, and is an expert at listening and delivering sage advice. This reticenceā it doesnāt feel like it bodes well, has the hair on the back of Eddieās neck prickling.
āAlright,ā Eddie says, a feeble prompt. āSo, Buck?ā
Tommy nods, like heās gearing himself up for something, to face a challenge, to take a punch. Eddie is expecting something bad, so the words he says catch him even more off guard than they would have. āI want to ask Evan to marry me.ā
Maybe if Tommy had seemed eager, excited, when he turned to him, Eddie could have anticipated the blow, could have felt a creeping suspicion this is where Tommy was headed, could have been provided with enough of a heads-up to brace himself. As it is, he doesnāt see the hit coming, takes it full force to the chest, so hard it steals his breath, knocks the wind from him. His mouth goes slack, and he feels his fingers slide against the slippery sides of his beer can, almost spills it over Tommy and Buckās lounge carpet before he gets a hold on it, on himself. He forces himself to smile. āThatāsā thatās great,ā he makes himself say, only faintly aware that Tommy isnāt smiling back, like this moment should call for. āDid youāā he swallows around the bile climbing his esophagus, āDo you want help planning the proposal?ā He wishes he could take the words back the second theyāre out. Because this ā just hearing that Tommy wants to ask Buck ā is torture enough. To be involved with it, to help enable it, Eddie will be lucky if it doesnāt kill him. Maybe not his body, but certainly his soul.Ā
āNo.ā Tommy shakes his head. āNo, I want to ask him to marry me. But Iām not going to. At least, not now.ā
Eddie squints at him. The news that Tommy wants to marry Buck might hurt Eddie, but itās not exactly surprising. Eddieās seen how much Tommy cares for him in the years theyāve been together, has seen the way he looks at him, the way they look at each other. Has felt the way it burns him, the scorching heat of flame, the searing cold of ice. He doesnāt understand what Tommy is saying, doesnāt understand why this proclamation seems not to be a happy one. āWhy not?ā Eddie asks, almost grateful for the opportunity to present confusion, curiosity, rather than forced pleasure at the thought of one of his closest friends and hisā best friend marrying each other. āYou guys are serious. I mean, you live together.ā
Tommy huffs another laugh, still more disbelief than humor, really the opposite of humor. āHis lease was up.ā
āRight. But he chose not to renew it. He chose to move in with you,ā Eddie says, slow, struggling to understand, the pounding of his pulse not helping him think clearly, see through the puzzle that is everything Tommy has said so far and the way he has said it.Ā
āHe was never going to renew it,ā Tommy tells him.
And thatāsā thatās something Eddie didnāt know. He hates it when he learns information about Buck from Tommy, always has, even though he fights with everything in him not to feel like that. Tommy is Buckās boyfriend, of course heās going to know things about him that Eddie doesnāt, know him in a way that Eddie doesnāt.Ā
āWe hadnāt spoken about living together,ā Tommy says, eyes on Eddie. āBut heād said he thought the loft was too expensive and he was spending nearly every night at mine by that point. When he wasnāt on shift. Or at yours.ā Eddie pulls his eyes away, takes a sip from his beer for something to do, even though the bitter taste is turning his stomach. āHe said he wasnāt going to renew it, that heād look for somewhere new, cheaper. But this was too close to the end of his lease to find a place before he had to move out. I asked where he was going to stay in the meantime.ā
āAnd he said with you,ā Eddie guesses, more a statement than a question.
But Tommy shakes his head. A smile curls his lips but his eyesā his eyes donāt match. āHe said heād crash on your couch, actually.ā
Eddie takes another mouthful of beer, holds it there, on the back of his tongue. He didnāt know any of this. Buck would, of course, have been more than welcome. Likely why he hadnāt asked in advance, why he planned for it without seeking permission.Ā
āI said he could stay with me, instead. That heād be able to sleep in a bed here.ā Eddie swallows, the beer somehow thick and cloying in a way that it shouldnāt be. āAnd then when he started making noises about looking for a new place, I told him he should stay.ā
While itās not how Eddie had, unwillingly, pictured it in his head ā Tommy and Buck mutually agreeing that Buck shouldnāt renew his lease, deciding they wanted to live together ā it still doesnāt explain what Tommy has said. āAnd he did stay,ā Eddie says. āSo, why arenātā Does Buck not want to get married?ā But that canāt be it, that canāt be right. Eddie is certain Buck does want to be married, only heād tried hard not to think of Buck wanting that with Tommy, with anyone. Anyone else.Ā
āNo, he does,ā Tommy confirms it. He leans over and deposits his beer on the coffee table. Then sits back, still turned to Eddie, but arms crossed over his chest, like a protection of himself. āWeāve spoken about it, discussed it. And heās told me heās always wanted that, to get married, to be part of a family.ā Tommy pops one hand out of the fold of his arms to hold it up, out, quelling, like Eddie has protested. He hasnāt, but his heart is doing something approximating a riot at the idea of Tommy being Buckās family. āAnd I know he has a family. He knows he does. In you and Chris, in Maddie and Jee, in the 118. Butāā Tommy breaks off, tips his head to the side, gaze boring into Eddieās face so strong that Eddie wishes he could turn away, duck and run. āYou know how much heās always wanted to belong somewhere.ā
He does, Eddie thinks, the thought almost violent in its intensity.Ā He belongs with me. Except, he doesnāt. Not really, not how Eddie wants, not the way he does with Tommy.
āAnd I want that for him,ā Tommy goes on, tucking his hand back in, squeezing his arms tighter about himself. Eddieās never seen him like this, hunched in on himself, curled small. Tommy is usually so open, larger than life. āI want to be the one to give that to him.ā
EddieĀ wants to be the one to give that to him. Desires it desperately, a secret need heās tucked as far inside himself as he can. He can feel it now, raging to be let out, to be set free. But he canāt, he wonāt. Buck is with Tommy, heāsĀ happyĀ with Tommy. Tommy who is so warm and kind and good, Tommy who is better than Eddie in every conceivable way, who brings so much to Buckās life, who gives all of himself to Buck. Who wants to give him even more. Wants to, but apparently wonāt.
Eddie doesnāt understand. āThen, if you want to, why wonāt you ask him?ā he questions, trying to.Ā
āIf I ask him now, heāll say no.ā Tommy states it like indisputable fact, like itās the most obvious thing in the world that Buck would refuse him.Ā
Eddie shakes his head, understanding even less. āBut he loves you.ā
Tommy smiles again, then, larger than he had before, but as devoid of happiness, as empty of cheer. This smile hurts to see, reflects the way Eddie felt inside when Tommy had saidĀ I want to ask Evan to marry me. āI know he does.ā Tommyās tone is sure, but wistful. āBut he loves you more.ā
Itās likeā Itās like nothing Eddie has ever felt. Or maybe itās like everything heās ever felt. The shock of a residual lightning bolt, the joy of being a part of the 118, the pain of a bullet ripping through his shoulder, the awe of holding his son for the first time. Eddie wants Tommyās words to be true maybe more than heās ever wanted anything. But he also cannot believe them, has no trust that they are true. Because they canāt be. Buck loves Tommy. Not Eddie.Ā
āWeāre friends. Best friends,ā Eddie points out. āOf course, heā he loves me. But notĀ more. Not like he loves you. HeāsĀ in love with you.ā
Tommy sighs, arms uncrossing, palms coming to rest on his thighs, body taking on a posture Eddie is familiar with, the one he falls into when heās talking someone through something, the one he adopted when Eddie came out to him some six months ago. āEddie, heās in love with you.ā
Eddie shakes his head. Itās everything heās ever wanted to hear, but coming from the wrong lips. Spoken by not by Buck himself but by BuckāsĀ boyfriend, oh god. āHe isnāt. Tommy, he canāt be.āĀ
But Tommy is nodding, nodding like what heās said is true, like he wants Eddie to believe it.Ā
āHeās not,ā Eddie says, hears the denial, the disbelief spill from him. Buck doesnāt love him. He doesnāt. But Eddieā Eddie lovesā āIām sorry,ā Eddie says, almost a gasp. āTommy, Iām sorry, Iāā
āItās not your fault,ā Tommy cuts him off. āI knew what I was getting into. When I started seeing Evan, I knew there were going to be three people in this relationship. I justāā Tommy sighs again, scrubs his palms along his thighs. āI didnāt expect it to get this far. I thought weād just be a fun, easy thing. Something to ease Evan into his sexuality, that new part of himself. I didnāt expect it to go like this. I didnāt expect to feel like this.ā Tommy closes his eyes, lashes falling to his cheeks. He breaths in and out, while Eddieās own breath is caught in his chest. When Tommy opens his eyes, he says, āBut I donāt have to tell you how easy it is to love him.ā
Fuck. Tommy knows. Because Eddie does. He loves Buck, loves him so endlessly he doesnāt know where the feeling starts and where it ends. Doesnāt know when it started; doesnāt think it will ever end. āIām sorry,ā Eddie whispers, needing to say the words again, needing Tommy ā hisĀ friendĀ ā to hear them.Ā
Tommy lifts one palm from his thigh, his wrist pressing into the muscle as he cuts his fingers to the side in a dismissal. āDonāt apologize for it. Iām certainly not going to. Iām never going to be sorry for loving him.ā He drops his hand back down, pats his leg, emphasis of the point. āBut it is a problem.ā He smiles, rueful. āI thought Iād be able to break up with him, if he didnāt break up with me. I should have, ages ago. I certainly should have when you came out.āĀ
Eddie, selfishly, had hoped Buck would break up with Tommy then. But it had seemed like a farfetched fantasy. He had told Buck he was queer after Buck had already moved in with Tommy. Heād admitted it to himself, to Frank, before that, but hadnāt told anyone else for weeks. In hindsight, sometimes he figures heād left it too late, but most of the time he didnāt think it would have made a difference at all. But now, with what Tommy has told him, maybe it would have. Itās a knife sliding between Eddieās ribs to thinkĀ maybe. Maybe.
āBut I didnāt.ā Tommy looks resigned, shoulders drooping.Ā
āWhy are you telling me this?ā Eddie needs to know. It seems like Tommy has known for years that Eddie has loved Buck. Loves Buck.Ā I knew there were going to be three people in this relationship.Ā So why is he only bringing it up now?
āBecauseĀ I didnāt. Because I canāt. I canāt break up with him. But I want to move forward. And I want to do so with him, for us to further our life together. But if I ask him to marry me when he doesnāt know for sure that youāre not an option, heāll say no.ā
Fear freezes Eddieās insides. āSo, whatā what are you asking me to do?ā Because Tommy is asking something of Eddie, wants something. Something Eddie fears he will have to make himself give.
Tommy straightens up, shoulders rolling back. Heās serious, solemn but not demanding or pleading when he says it. A devastating request. āIām asking you, as my friend, to let him go.ā
Eddie could be sick, he thinks, could vomit up the three and a quarter beers and the half a dozen chicken wings heās consumed since he got to Tommy and Buckās place. Could spill the mess of his insides up all over himself, all over Tommy, all over their lives. Tommy is his friend, was his friend before he was ever Buckās boyfriend. Eddie should do this thing for him. Should give Buck his blessing to marry Tommy, give Buck up, give him over, completely, to this man who has loved him so well for the past three years. Eddie should; in his gut he knows it would be the right thing to do. But his heartā his heart is in revolt. Itās Buck. He loves him. How can he ever let him go?
Tommy leans forward, places a hand on Eddieās leg, squeezes his fingers around the ball of his kneecap, until Eddie lifts his gaze and meets his eyes. āOr,ā he says, somehow even more serious, āI am telling you, as your friend, to go and get him.ā
#do we need to see where this goes next?#or is it good as is?#these are the questions that haunt me#(also i am totally avoiding writing chapter 5 of my wip please don't kill me)#buddie#bucktommy#buddie fic#bucktommy fic#911 fic#911#911 abc#myfic
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One of my favorite Elrond headcanons is the idea that he starts out looking very much human and elvish. He has ears too pointed to be a man's, but not nearly long enough to be an elf's, his father's (grandfather's, really) blue eyes and brown hair that shines like an elf's, but gets tangled far too often.
Sure, some weird things happen around Elrond as a childāĀ the birds that seems to follow him, the way some injuries mysteriously resolve in his prescense, the unusual flowers that bloom outside his windowsāĀ but really, it's easy to see those as distant remnants of an ainuric power that Elrond clearly didn't inherit. When he comes to Gil-Galad's camp, it's much easier for them to see Tuor or Beren in him than it is to think he's descended from Melian.
But then time passes. The changes are slow enoughā happening over decades or centuriesāĀ that no one really notices at first. Elrond's hair darkens until it is as black as the night skyāĀ as black as Luthien's was. His eyes leach color until they are grayāĀ not Noldor gray, mind, but a strange, starry gray that some of the Iathrim whisper about. His voice changes, almost seems to take on an echo of itself, sometimes.
The strange things that happen around him only get strangerāĀ the trees bend to shelter him, during storms, and sometimes when he sings, the birds sing with him. Elrond got a cat, right at the start of the Second AgeāĀ a gift from Gil-Galad. Somehow, it never seems to grow old or die. The parts of Lindon Elrond most often visits always seem to be in full bloom, no matter what season it is. His healing abilities surpass what is to be expected of a manāĀ an elfāĀ eventually, of what seems possible at all.
At the end of the First Age, it would've been hard to believe Elrond had more than a trickle of ainur blood in him. By the beginning of the Third Age, many have started to whisper about RivendellāĀ a new Doriath, ruled by a Maiarin lord with all Melian's grace, and her eccentricities.
Elrond doesn't realize just how much he's changed until the day, late in the Third Age, when he finds Maglor wandering on the shoreline. Nothing he says will convince Maglor that he isn't Luthien's spirit, returned from death to haunt him.
#silmarillion#silm headcanons#elrond#elrond peredhel#eldritch peredhel#maglor#please tell me if you want more posts about this#this headcanon haunts me regularly
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these stupid shows won't let me rest
#literally they both did so fcking incredible i wasnt even entirely sure at first i was thinking of the right actors#they both embodied both characters so well and i was so caught up in this scene i didn't realize at first what it reminded me of#MR. FLANAGAN PLEASE NEVER STOP CASTING THEM#the fall of the house of usher#tfothou#tfothou spoilers#the fall of the house of usher spoilers#carla gugino#henry thomas#the haunting of hill house#olivia crain#hugh crain#verna#frederick usher#froderick#froderick usher#mike flanagan#flanaverse#feel its relevant to say this is the closest ive come to understanding people who say shit like 'im eating the drywall'
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Save me Hexbuds, Hexbuds save me
#BRING THEM BACK TO ME#Naddpod#fanart#jabari hightower#tarragon snakeroot#corbeau babineaux#hexblood#eldermourne#Jabariās tattoo haunts me please donāt look at it#also I love Lake sososo much sheās so cute
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rat king
#look up what a rat king is please it haunts meā¦ā¦.#the worst shittiest boyband everrrrr#solomon tozer you are so hauntingly beautifulā¦ā¦..#the terror#the terror amc#the terror fanart#cornelius hickey#solomon tozer#thomas armitage#billy gibson#charles des voeux#magnus manson#george hodgson#hickeytozer#hickeygibson#tommy armitage#armitozer
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People, please tell me theres somebody out there that likes the series of Tomb Raider: The Legend of Lara Croft
Please, PLEASE tell me universe that this world not full of people just hating the fact that a woman who is a TREASURE HUNTER and knows martial arts and fights with other people, has muscles. Please please please, prove me wrong
PLEASE
#tomb raider#lara croft#tomb raider: the legend of lara croft#please#please.#i actually liked the series#it was fun and i liked that Lara had feelings and traumas from what shes been through#so please tell me theres people that also like it#(this is a call at the void because i know theres people who also like it#please respond this sos call)#i have been haunted with āMan Lara Croftā this āFeminist versionā that and im tired
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Vincent Price and Lon Chaney Jr. -
The Haunted Palace (1963)
#vincent price#lon Chaney#lon chaney jr.#the haunted palace#edgar allan poe#roger corman#h.p. lovecraft#hp lovecraft#horror#classic horror#horror classics#revenge#i love this movie#god hes gorgeous#so sexy#torture me please#SIR!#i desire him carnally#bicon#bisexual#old horror movies#vintage#movie#actor#handsome#gif#gifs made by me#gifs#my gifs#gif set
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