when i say “girl” randomly as an interjection i’m speaking to the omnipresent all knowing being of Girl. asking her for mercy. taking girl’s name in vain

also like. the facetimes and the coparenting tête à têtes and the supportive marriage cooking and cleaning time is serving to highlight how much their relationship is Not a friendship like eddie has with chimney, or even like hen has with athena. their relationship is the way things would be if chimney had to leave for a few months to visit family in Seoul and maddie was back home by herself, or if hen was solo parenting while karen was off building spaceships or something (i do not understand what she does). they are a Couple.

isn’t it amazing how the width of the skirt, the heft and color and lift of it, changes the whole tone of the sculpture? Her previous tutu sagged on her body, and I remember when I saw it I thought of wilting flowers—the crushed quality of the fabric and the multilayered brown just added to that sad, wistful effect; I thought Degas was conveying a kind of loneliness, a sense of being left out in the cold, a girl not quite a ballerina.

and then the new skirt! She looks like a Dior model. She fits with other paintings Degas made of dancers, and her whole pose reads completely differently. She looks like she's about to lift off or float away. The skirt is still aged but it’s no longer tattered. She's a dandelion now, ready to happily dance away, not a girl kicked out of the ball. It’s shocking that her pose hasn’t changed at all, because the entire sculpture reads differently now.

And fascinating, too, that we don’t really know what Degas “intended.” All the changes that have happened to this sculpture over the years is a collective vision of what a Degas sculpture should be. From this video, it sounds like he didn’t plan for the bronze (which adds the tone of memory, solidity, history). He didn’t envision the skirt being dyed to match the body or its decay. It sounds like we’re not even sure how full he made the skirt originally—this conservator is going off of historically accurate looks from the time, ignoring whether degas might have intentionally flouted those to make a separate point. This is a Theseus’s ship of a masterpiece. Gorgeous and weird and totally divorced from what it started as.

never knew i wanted you so bad

whatever you do don't listen to roots by grace davies and think about 8b eddie🫠

8x13 coda bc i will not know peace until we get a buckley-diaz family reunion

Eddie props his phone up against an empty mug on the coffee table, feeling Chris shift in anticipation at his side while the FaceTime dial tone rings out. They don’t have to wait long for Buck to pick up – he’s pretty sure Buck hasn’t let any phone call go beyond three rings since he got to Texas.

When the call connects there’s a moment where Eddie thinks Buck is frozen but then Chris exclaims a, “Hey Buck!” and Eddie watches what must’ve been shock on Buck’s face melt into something soft and familiar.

“God, it feels good to see the two of you next to each other again,” Buck says, exhaling a little laugh. “Hey, buddy. I missed you.”

The words make Eddie’s stomach clench and he can’t help tightening his hold around Chris, if only because he’s the only one of the two of them Eddie can actually reach for. He knows Buck has stayed in contact with Chris these past few months. It’s mostly been through stupid memes he sends into the groupchat the three of them have but they haven’t talked on the phone except for the few times Buck has been there when Eddie was FaceTiming Chris.

“Miss you too,” Chris says, leaning a little more into Eddie’s side so he can see the phone better. “How’s the house? What’s it look like with all your stuff in it?”

Buck grins, big and bright, and the camera jostles for a second as he clearly picks up his phone. “You want a tour?”

Buck takes them on a tour of their house, something he hasn’t actually done in all the times he and Eddie have been on FaceTime. Eddie can always tell what part of the house he’s in but usually the screen is taken up by Buck’s face. Now, he walks them from room to room while Chris makes fun of him for laying out the house the exact same way they did except with his own stuff instead.

“What can I say?” Buck shrugs when he turns the camera back to his face. “Your dad’s got an eye for interior decorating.”

Eddie looks at his current living room that’s not quite falling down around him anymore but still isn’t in the best shape and says, “Think you might be thinking a little too highly of me with that one, Buck.”

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debating if it would be funnier to have a bumper sticker saying "my other ride is a [exact make and model of the car the sticker is on]" or "my other ride is a [equally shitty but different car]"

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2008 Honda Civic with the bumper sticker "My other ride is a 2007 Honda Civic"

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