#unoccupied

[rumeko]

in July

[memorabilia-memoria]

Soustons, août 2024

[howifeltabouthim]

I tell you that every day and every night,—every hour of every day and of every night,—I am thinking of the man I love. I have nothing else to think of. I have no occupation,—no friends,—no one to whom I care to say a word. But I am always talking to Burgo in my thoughts; and he listens to me. I dream that his arm is round me.

Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?

[stochastique-blog]

Cool

#NoMansLand

[whatshappeningintheworlds-blog]

[whats-in-a-sentence]

But while the lie of terra nullius – unoccupied country – survived, overarching negotiation between black and white, between the colonial government and the peoples of the Colony, was impossible. Australia was fought for in an endless war of little, cruel battles.

"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr

[streetsofdublin]

FOUR CORNERS OF HELL

When I first noticed the structure I thought that it was an old monument or memorial but upon seeing the entrance I realised that it was an underground public toilet block.

DERELICT UNDERGROUND PUBLIC TOILET Freestanding underground public toilet block, constructed c.1900. Carved granite plinth having perforated metal roundels to east and west elevations. Wrought-iron railings with stylised shamrock heads. Cast-iron ventilation shaft with stylised foliage to shaft. Granite stairs with tiled walls leading from street level, with wrought-iron gate. Located at the…

[oneheadtoanother]

[greenbergwrites]

Just so you know I would read literally any thoughts/prompts you have about Buck and Eddie! Those two never leave my brain

You somehow divined that after those stills dropped yesterday, I spent every spare moment I could grab writing tit worship for Buck, didn't you?

[AO3 Link]

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Buck’s shirt was off.

Buck stands on the ramp leading into the moving truck in Bobby and Athena’s new driveway, grinning, and his shirt is off.

The team had come together to move their captain into his new home, built on the ashes of the one that had burned down. The children play in the yard as the adults worked, Denny and Christopher—now officially teenagers—in charge of keeping the younger ones from being underfoot. Chimney is standing inside the truck itself, shifting a piece of furniture onto a dolly that Hen is holding steady. Bobby is on the other side of the dresser in front of Buck, ready to help him lift, and—

And Buck’s shirt is off.

Golden skin gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, droplets of sweat sliding down his flushed face. Every time he moved, his abs tensed, showing off the muscle he’d worked so hard for in the gym.

Buck picks up his shirt, tucked into the waistband of his pants, and mops at his brow. He claps his hands together, nodding at Bobby, and then the two of them lift the dresser between them.

Buck’s biceps bulge and that’s—that’s hot, sure, but it’s nothing compared to the way the movement of his arms has pushed his chest together.

Eddie’s frozen in place.

He’s somewhere between unbearably turned on and irrationally jealous, because—because anyone can see it. Everyone can see it.

Logically, he knows that no one here is giving it a second glance. They all have their significant others that they’re hopelessly in love with, and Buck is either a son or a little brother to all of them. It doesn’t stop Eddie from wanting to snatch one of the moving blankets from a piece of furniture and throw it over Buck’s—everything.

The perfection of that sight should only be for him. And it is perfection. That big, gorgeous body and warm, pink skin and those perfect fucking tits on display, looking so lonely without his hands to hold them, his mouth to suck on them, his cock to—

The blood in Eddie’s veins turns molten, rushing south as a bloom of heat tightens his gut.

Fuck. Fuck.

Why was he out here again? He’d left the interior of the house for a reason. No, he’d been sent out here for…something. He just couldn’t remember what it was.

Buck shifts, his elbows tucking into his body further. It only further accentuates his chest, pushing his tits together even more, showing off those pretty pink nipples.

Eddie can’t fucking breathe. God, he wants those tits in his mouth.

“Uncle Eddie!”

“Dad!”

Pain explodes on the side of Eddie’s face, right at his hairline. He jerks back, literally knocked out of his spiraling thoughts. Something clatters on the porch at his feet and when he looks, it’s a neon green Frisbee.

Before he can register much more than that, Buck is there. Big, warm hands cradle his face, Buck’s concerned blue eyes filling his vision. Just over his shoulder, Chimney helps Bobby right the overturned dresser.

Buck must’ve abandoned it the moment he heard the kids shouting. Warmth fills Eddie’s chest. 

“I’m okay,” he murmurs. “I’m okay, Buck.”

Buck touches his hairline, and it’s gentle, but it still hurts. He shows Eddie his fingers; they’re wet with blood.

“You’re bleeding,” Buck says back, just as softly, the rest of the world forgotten in their little bubble.

Athena appears beside them, frowning. “What happened?”

Eddie means to respond, he really does, but it’s just about that time that he realizes that Buck is still shirtless and just inches away from him now. His hands clench into fists, Eddie forcing them to stay by his side, because if he moves—

If he moves, he’s going to grab onto Buck’s chest and that would be embarrassing for all of them.

“First aid kit is in the guest bath,” he hears Athena say distantly, because while Eddie’s been distracted, Buck has explained the mishap. “Eddie, did you tell everyone about lunch?”

Lunch. Right. That’s why he’d been sent out in the first place; Karen and Athena set up a late lunch on the back patio so that everyone can take a break and refuel.

“No,” he says belatedly. “Sorry.”

He doesn’t look at her. Doesn’t look anywhere but somewhere around Buck’s neck region, because again, if he moves his eyes, they’re going only one place.

“Come on,” Buck says softly, nudging Eddie inside. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eddie moves slowly, as if he’s stuck in molasses. He’s pretty sure the only reason he lets himself do it at all is because some part of him realizes that if they go inside, Buck will be out of everyone’s line of sight.

That’s good. That’s the way it should be. No one should be able to look at him like this.

Buck herds him inside, down the hallway and around the corner into the guest bathroom.

Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it as Buck fishes out the first aid kit. He frowns, looking between Eddie and the door knob as he sets the kit onto the sink.

“What are you—”

Eddie’s composure finally snaps.

He hauls Buck up against the sink, stepping between his legs as he pulls Buck in for a searing kiss. Something clatters to the floor as Buck scrambles for balance, and Eddie doesn’t care enough to figure out what it was.

“Baby,” He asks, his voice more steady than he feels. “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“I got hot,” Buck says, the pink of his skin deepening. “Eddie, your head. Let me—”

“Fuck my head,” Eddie counters, rather reasonably he thinks.

It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Whatever tenderness there might be, it’s lost to the need pulsing through him now that he has Buck flushed and half-naked against him.

Heat radiates from Buck’s skin, the scent of him nothing but sun and sweat. It’s like a drug to Eddie’s senses, clouding his mind until the only thing he can think about is licking Buck all-fucking-over. He can just barely remember why that’s not possible.

His hands trail up Buck’s sides, fingers shaking and cock throbbing.

“You were hot,” Eddie repeats, cupping Buck’s chest with both hands, letting his thumbs graze over peaked nipples. “So you decided to show off your tits to everyone in our family?”

Buck blushes furiously, the tantalizing pink of his skin turning red.

“Eddie,” he protests, but it’s a weak admonishment when his cock jerks against Eddie’s own.

Eddie smiles and it feels…fucking feral.

Buck will never admit it or bring it up outside of the moment—too embarrassed, Eddie thinks, and that’s okay—but he loves when Eddie does that. Refers to his chest as tits. It makes him squirm, makes him so fucking whiny.

“These are mine,” Eddie whispers, leaning down to press feverish kisses along the expanse of Buck’s considerable chest. “Mine, baby, and you show them off to just anyone?”

God, his tits are so pretty. So perfect. Buck is so perfect, big and broad and melting into Eddie’s touch so beautifully.

Buck’s hand is in his hair, running his fingers through it feverishly.

“Eddie,” he pants out. “Eddie, we can’t, not here—”

But even as he says it, he’s shoving his chest into Eddie’s hands, his mouth. Buck wants it. He wants it and so does Eddie and he can’t fucking remember why they shouldn’t.

Buck loves having his nipples played with. They found out, quite by accident, how sensitive he is there. Incidentally, that was also the night Eddie realized for the first time in his life that he was apparently a tits man. They just have to be a very specific kind of tits, attached to a specific kind of person.

Eddie leans down, laving slowly at Buck’s nipple. It’s peaked and tight, tasting of salt and so good on his tongue that he can’t help but do it again. And again and again. 

When it isn’t enough anymore, he closes his mouth around it and sucks. Sucking is good. Sucking them has Buck’s hands tightening in his hair, has him making those helpless, breathy little noises that drive Eddie fucking crazy. Their hips rock together, shocks of pleasure racing along Eddie’s spine.

Eddie makes his way to the other nipple, placing sucking kisses along the way. He can’t seem to lift his mouth from Buck’s skin. Just the idea of it makes him bite at the meat of Buck’s chest, his teeth scraping harshly against golden skin.

“Oh, fuck,” Buck hisses, shoving up into his mouth. “Oh, fuck, Eddie—Eddie—”

“Say it,” Eddie demands, biting again, just because he can. Because his teeth ache for it. “Say they’re mine, say they’re just for me, God, baby, you make me fucking crazy, don’t want anyone to see them but me—”

“No one else,” Buck promises breathlessly. “No one else, Eddie, I swear, Eddie, fuck, please, please—”

They rock together harder, faster, so close Eddie can almost taste it. He has one arm around Buck’s back now, keeping them steady, but his other hand is still on Buck’s chest, massaging, squeezing, pinching, while his mouth lavishes attention to the other side. The only way it could be better is if they were naked.

He thinks about shoving their pants down, feeling Buck’s thick cock against his own, his precome slicking the way, how good it would feel to rut together while Eddie sucks on his tits.

Before he can make that thought a reality, someone bangs loudly on the door  and rattles the handle, ripping them out of the moment.

“I know what you two are doing in there,” Chimney hisses through the door, sounding furious that he has to say it all. “It doesn’t take that long to slap some disinfectant and a bandaid on a shallow cut. If Athena catches you christening her house before she gets a chance to, you’re both dead.”

Slowly, Eddie pulls back, drinking in the sight of Buck dazed and trembling in his arms. He’s breath is fast and shallow, his chest heaving in a way that makes Eddie have to look away if he wants to clear his head.

“We’ll be out in a minute,” he calls hoarsely.

“I’ll be counting!”

They both listen as he walks away. 

It’s probably for the best that they were interrupted, even though Eddie mourns the lost potential of Buck fucked out and loose-limbed in his arm.

He kisses Buck gently.

“We’ll finish this when we get home tonight,” he promises. “Until then, you might want to put a shirt back on.”

Because Eddie, in his possessive, lustful haze, has littered Buck’s heaving chest in a smattering of hickeys. Now, there’s no way to look at him shirtless and not know that he’s taken. 

Looking down at himself, Buck blushes.

“You’re a heathen,” he says, but his voice is still thick with pleasure, his gaze still a little hazy.

He takes his shirt out of the waistband of his pants and tugs it back on. It’s a sleeveless number that he usually wears to the gym, showing off his biceps. 

Eddie hums, cupping Buck’s face to kiss him lightly.

“I’m your heathen,” he says, unrepentant.

In the quiet of the bathroom, Buck picks up the first aid kit and tends to the cut on Eddie’s forehead, which has long since stopped bleeding. By the time they’re done, they both have their bodies under control enough to join everyone else on the back patio.

Chimney glares and Hen snorts quietly, a knowing smile on her face, but thankfully no one actually says anything. They eat and get back to work.

Buck doesn’t take his shirt off again for the rest of the day.

[plumbus-central]

are old people allowed to be tender in public???

asking for a friend

[rumeko]

we can hear birdsongs

[frogeyedape]

I am so unbelievably pissed off. FUCK HOAs

Oh, my trash/recycling bin can't be visible except on pickup day? Ok whatever fine I hate you but I can deal with this

Weekly inspections?????? FU FU FU FU FU

SECOND NOTICE ALSO WE'RE CHARGING YOU MONEY TO SEND YOU CERTIFIED MAIL OF THIS TOTALLY LEGIT TOTALLY SECOND NOTICE OF WHAT IS ACTUALLY A VIOLATION cue me: checks notes. Hmm. My recycling bin was. on the curb. on recycling pickup day. You know. The day it has to be out. The day it is motherfucking ALLOWED TO BE FUCKING OUT AND VISIBLE.

so. 1) not a violation

I have sent them the trash AND recycling pickup schedules, which are DIFFERENT, btw

I have disputed the fact of the violation

I have disputed the linking of this "violation" to a previous violation MONTHS AGO--their "first notice" in this case was a "Courtesy Notice" LITERALLY 5 MONTHS AGO and they've done so many inspections since then and my bin CLEARLY WASN'T OUT IN THOSE INTERVENING MONTHS so WTMFH

So I am posting like a crazy person here instead of sending the absolutely deranged email I almost sent (I did send a slightly less deranged version with the disputes, and requesting a hearing)

OMG. It has been. Less than one hour since I learned this fun fun news. My bin was out YESTERDAY, y'all. YESTERDAY. I am going to blow a gasket

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . he has nothing to do,—and were there anything he would not do it.

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Finn

[spiderh0rse]

whoops short fic in the tag

Fool hit the bed of flowers hard, as always. Not the best part of being down here, he'll be honest. A parrot lands in front of him and kicks his hand.

"Doovid," Fool greets. "Did you pick up a parrot while I was gone?"

"Fool! You're back!"

---

Doovid didn't have much news about the state of the Kingdom, just something about a gradually developing rivalry with Leon, as the conflicting airline and boat transit fought for customers. Doovid was fairly sure it was friendly, but Fool elects to not use the airline, anyways. Leon's been around all seven times Fool's fallen, and he's not going to get on his bad side now.

He walks through the snowy forest instead. Ruby and Viking catch him in the act, as they are prone to do.

"Trog's probably seen you by now," Ruby tells him.

"Did they finally get local omniscience, or..."

Viking laughs at him. "Nah, they're the lead scientist now. Avid had to step down."

"Really, now?"

"Yeah, he kind of got his SOUL split in two? We're not too sure where the other half of him is. There's been search parties, though!"

Viking's new outfit is apparently just as new as it looks. Or maybe newer. It was an anniversary gift from Avid, and he hasn't taken it off since, which explains the three weeks worth of cat hair.

Asking after what else is new yields a lot. M1g's dead, but there was a massive cloning project at some point, trying to see if they could artificially create more human souls via hybrid nonsense, and of all the attempts, M1g took best.

There's a single clone each of Ruby (Rue is apparently NOT made of gems. There was also an incident regarding Vintage, but that's smoothed out.), Milkman (who Ruby and Viking both refuse to spoil some kind of surprise about), and Trog. Then there's apparently been hundreds of M1gs. Not all of them lived long, but the ones that did passed around the stories of the original, so there's a good chance they'll know some things about Fool.

"Don't tell Vintage," Ruby says with a wink, "but she's lived a lot longer than most would expect from her species of tree."

---

About as soon as he sets foot in the marsh, Josh pops up from the ground.

"I was wondering where you went."

"My patch at the jungle wasn't doing too hot. Here's more comfortable anyways."

Fool looks around the damp cavern, then back to the mushroom man in front of him. "I'd imagine so."

---

He does stumble across the witches, eventually. Tea catches him having issues with the mud and simply picks him up and moves him out. The mud slides right off her leaves. Their houses are as nice as ever, and have started to grow that soft glowing lichen that pervades the place.

Marmalade sloshes her way out of some crypt-like structure in the ground, her mud all over the ground behind her, gradually creeping back towards her. The fish in her kelp flit about.

It's not surprising that these two have lasted centuries, frankly. He doesn't know the particulars of what they do, but it's powerful stuff. Marmalade exposits briefly on the both of them searching for Avid's missing half. It's not really their business, but they think he'd like it.

---

Milkman grins as he runs across the lobby of the apartment building/hotel, which is a fascinating sight, considering he did not have legs the last time Fool saw him. Or arms, he reflects, as they greet each other with a firm hug.

"So you're a robot, now?"

"Kinda. I managed to talk a couple folks into building me something with limbs, and in I went!"

Fool nods. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but-"

"Not yet, no," Milkman sighs. "I'm still trying to get the moustache perfect."

"You'll get it soon," Fool promises.

"Oh, sure, but you'd better be around to see it happen!"

"I'm planning on an in and out, frankly. It should be my last time down here, unless one of my older SOULs broke."

"No, no. You're right. Come back quick, though."

"As soon as I can. Maybe sixteen, if I'm lucky."

"You're lucky that half of us down here cheat death in some way."

"Don't I know it."

---

The Barrier breaks later that day. The Underground emerges into the Surface, for the most part. Josh and Leon take a bit to uproot themselves (literally or via business.)

Sure enough, Fool arrives at their new town at the base of the mountain, freshly eighteen for the eighth time.

[felsicveins]

Everyday I have inappropriate thoughts about Glenn close

[shiningshard]

Homosexuals on my screen...Just look at them...