Like yeah no don't get me wrong, this is awful any way you look at it - but you have a bunch of rich dudes, including the CEO who thinks safety and regard for human life are obstacles to innovation that can absolutely be overlooked and willingly decided to forego all of that to make bank off of other extremely rich stupid people, locked inside a literal iron coffin bolted shut from the outside that's the size of a MINI VAN controlled by a fucking Xbox controller known for terrible connection issues, with basically no food, a literal bucket for a toilet and they willingly signed a lease of responsibility mentioning death thrice in the 1st page and that it was an *experimental, non certified* vessel they were boarding and you expect people to feel bad for them? Especially when hundreds of migrants just died in the Greek waters while the coastal guard basically watched and only decided to start spending any resources AFTER the boat sank when they were awfully close to it at the time it started going down?? And when the silly little billionaires disappeared a couple days later they literally pulled all stops and invested millions and heavy international resources into finding them and had the entire world on hold? Yeah no this is literally dumb ways to die their stupidity and grandiose did them in and as unfortunate as this is, we're talking abt people who are so out of touch with notion and reason that they think their money can save them from everything and they're above it all, including instinct and self preservation/love for their lives bc money fixes all so none of that matters even as a second thought and who only have such amounts of money bc of exploitation and reinforcing systems that oppress people that contribute to the money meant for millions being hoarded by a couple hundred.... So yeah no you can accept this is awful even if they went instantly but they knew what they were doing and the stupidity of it all is what led to their downfall... You fuck around, then you find out it is what it is they literally had a deathwish there's just no other way to put it...and that's my 💸💸
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be like chopin, measure your body weight in number of cats your body could house if it were made of clay and used to build cat houses
"Moja glina teraz na ten deszcz się nie rozpuści, we środku jest 90 stop. Réaumura. Można – ach! nie, nie można – z mojej gliny chyba domek dla kotki zrobić."
-- Fryderyk Chopin, in a letter to Jan Matuszyński (November 24, 1830)
"In these rains, my clay will not dissolve since it's 90 degrees Réaumur* inside. It would be possible -- ah! no, it would not be possible -- to make maybe a little house for a cat from my clay."
*a temperature scale in which water boils at 80
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Snippet Sunday ☔️
I was tagged by @daffi-990 @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz and @jeeyuns MWUAHH 💛
Mm I finally got over that slump in the mudslide fic that was giving me a headache and I was hoping to get to 45k today but I was busy editing pictures all day and didn't really get a chance to write.
Anyway, this part is from yesterday and it's still pretty raw, but if you couldn't tell they are disgustingly domestic and just totally gone on each other... losers. 🫶
After dinner, Eddie put Christopher to bed, taking him twice the time as it usually would, the kid asking for another and another story until he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. Buck listened to the tales from the living room, his head resting on the back of the couch and his eyes closed, letting Eddie’s hushed words wash over him; he never really got the voices quite right, only changing the pitch of his own voice enough to make it clear that he was trying, but never really allowing himself to get fully lost in the silliness of it all, unlike Buck, as Chris would remind him every now and again.
Still, despite continuously raising complaints about it, the kid loved to listen to him read — and Buck couldn’t blame him one bit. Eddie’s voice was deep and mellow, like syrupy resin running down the side of a splintery bark of a tree and Buck could’ve listened to it forever, if given the chance.
“Hey.” The voice came from much closer this time and Buck opened his eyes — only to realize that he had closed them in the first place.
“Oh uh, sorry, did- nm did you say something?” He blinked up at Eddie, grunting quietly as he slowly took in the blinking lights of the TV washing over Eddie’s body, drenching half of it in light and the other half into darkness.
“No.” Eddie smirked down at him with obvious amusement. “Long day, huh?” He asked as he walked around the couch, letting his knee brush against Buck’s before dropping down beside him.
“Something like that.” Buck hummed and without lifting his head away from the couch, he turned to look at Eddie. His face was illuminated by the ever-shifting lights of the screen, painting the entire living room into a cavalcade of colors, only leaving the corners to sulk in mysterious darkness. “Hey.”
Eddie looked back at him, shifting a little to mirror his position. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
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