thinking about how tommy is uniquely positioned to help eddie in s8
under the watchful eye of catholicism, eddie would have been raised to believe in the nuclear family. this is the schema of family eddie has been trying to impose on himself and chris, at least in part because he feels like it's his fault that chris doesn't have a mother. he feels like their family is incomplete without a mother
whether eddie is actually straight or not, it's clear that he's chafing within the confines of this unexamined, prescribed, idealistic kind of heterosexuality. ryan guzman has said as much: eddie is trying to force the kinds of relationships with women that he feels like he's supposed to have, rather than ones that would actually make him happy
tommy spent decades in the closet; hiding both from himself and from the outside world. he had to come to terms with the reality of his desires and with the fact that he was not sexually or romantically attracted to women, no matter how hard he tried to force himself to be
tommy had to accept that the life that he grew up believing he would have—the one that he was told over and over again was the only acceptable way for him to live—was not a life that could ever make him happy. he is not what he thought he was supposed to be, but there's nothing wrong with that
now it's eddie's turn to learn this. he is trying with increasingly disastrous results to recreate 1:1 what he and chris had with shannon without remembering that it fell apart the first time—without allowing himself to remember how miserable he and shannon both were. eddie thinks he can force these relationships to work because he's done it before and he was happy. but he didn't, and he wasn't
maybe eddie is gay. maybe he's bi, maybe he's ace. maybe he really is straight and he just has a lot more work to do to disentangle his ideas of romantic partner and mother of my child from each other—to see a relationship as a partnership for himself rather than as payment for a debt he feels he owes to his son
eddie needs to stop getting into relationships based on guilt—based on obligation and what he thinks is the right or even the only thing to do—and start figuring out what he actually wants out of a relationship for himself
regardless of what, exactly, the writers decide eddie's core denial is going to be, tommy is the most qualified person to help him through it right now. tommy has been there. tommy knows how hard it is to date a woman who is perfectly lovely on paper and to just not be able to love her the way she deserves—because of him
tommy knows what it's like to feel broken because of this. and tommy knows what it's like to fight his way to the understanding that he is not
there was nothing wrong with tommy: he was just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because that's what was expected of him
there is nothing wrong with eddie: he is just trying to force himself to be someone he is not because he thinks that's what is expected of him
tommy can help eddie get there
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What did/do you like about Pharah?
Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.
Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).
But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.
There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.
Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.
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finished the episode of peaceful property and i'm still thinking about it an hour later.....the thought crossed my mind when home startled at the mention of the car but i didn't expect them to actually go there because when is a show willing to have one of the lead characters literally have killed the other and have gotten away with it freely.
up until now we've seen home's family taking advantage of people and we've seen the way that home treats others (e.g. forcing peach to perform when they moved in). but now we're forced to directly contend with home not just being complicit in his family's actions but actually having himself done something that is inexcusable.
and on top of that the way that peach's tremor is explicitly a physical manifestation of his guilt over (in his mind) causing chef hong to die, directly preventing him from being able to pursue his chosen career. meanwhile home due to his family's wealth and status was able to go on with his life as if nothing had happened! they're similar right up until they're very much not.
also just loved how setting the episode at the restaurant let us get insight into peach while still fulfilling all the right notes as a ghost-of-the-week and the way that this time peach was the one to receive solace and let go of his (metaphorical and literal) ghosts....really good episode.
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It's still wip wednesday (barely) so have this excerpt from the continuation of this post, featuring Johnny meeting Price and Simon for the first time (and immediately being so down bad for Simon, it's a little embarrassing for him tbh)
He had never had an issue with meeting new people before; his parents often said that he’d never met a stranger, but he usually won people over with his crooked smile and crude sense of humor, and something told him that wouldn’t work here. Mr. Riley was, evidently, more than wealthy enough to hire someone more suited to his tastes if he didn’t find John agreeable or professional enough, so John had to be perfect. Perfectly put together, perfectly polished. All things John MacTavish… wasn’t. He squared his shoulders with a deep breath and stepped out of his car. The walk to the front door was short, and he hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or not before the door was opening, revealing one of the largest men John had ever seen.
John wasn’t a small man by any means, but the impeccably dressed man holding the door open was taller by at least an inch, and the broadness of his shoulders gave him a presence that John could never hope to match. He had short, brown hair, a close-cropped beard that flowed into a truly impressive mustache, and dark eyes peeking out from under equally dark brows. John relaxed slightly at the kindness he saw in them.
“Mr. Riley?” He asked, extending a hand to shake. First impressions were important, and even though they’d exchanged several messages over the app already, this meeting felt like something more.
“Ah, no,” the man said, looking somewhat apologetic as he shook John’s hand. “Mr. Price, I’m Mr. Riley’s personal assistant. You must be John MacTavish.”
So much for good first impressions, John thought as he nodded, knowing that his cheeks were flame-red in embarrassment.
“Don’t worry about it, son,” Mr. Price said, waving John further into the house. “It happens all the time. Shoes off here, please. I keep telling Mr. Riley to put some identifying feature in his profile pictures, but he never listens.”
“I listen to you plenty,” a new voice chimed in, drifting in from around the corner, followed promptly by its owner. “Just not about revealing personal information on the internet.”
John’s eyes nearly fell out of his head when he caught sight of the newcomer. His eyes immediately caught on blond hair, honey-brown eyes, and broad shoulders. This was Mr. Riley, he was sure of it. He didn’t know how he knew, where the surety came from, but it was a bone-deep conviction.
If John had thought that Mr. Price was large, Mr. Riley was mountainous. He was taller than John by several inches, and his shoulders and biceps looked unnaturally big where they strained against his black dress shirt. Hell, the man’s entire body seemed to stretch the confines of his clothes; there was a button positioned between his pecs that was holding on for dear life, and the way his slacks hugged his arse should’ve been a felony. John’s mind raced with split-second fantasies, so quickly that he couldn’t have stopped them even if he’d tried; tracing his fingers down the slope of his neck, dipping into the divot of his collarbone, running over wide expanses of bare skin, over sensitive nipples and valleys of vertebrae and ridges of abdominal muscles. The tips of his fingers and tongue itched with the suppressed urge.
And the mask… John had lived through the pandemic, had seen all of his friends and family members wearing cloth and medical masks alike, but none of them had ever looked this attractive while doing so. It should’ve looked out of place, but Mr. Riley’s black mask fit on his face so well that John’s brain didn’t even stutter over it, but he couldn’t help wondering what was hiding beneath it.
John shook himself slightly, forcing himself to tune back into the conversation at hand instead of ogling his new employer like a drooling, lust-addled teenager. He tuned back in halfway through Mr. Price’s response.
“—personal information, such as the fact that you’re not brunette, nor do you wear a boonie hat on a regular basis,” Mr. Price said long-sufferingly, as if he and Mr. Riley had had this conversation several times before.
“You’re not wearing a boonie hat now, old man,” Mr. Riley chuckled, and John’s knees almost buckled at the low, gravelly sound.
“Fuck off, kid,” Mr. Price replied easily, clapping him on the shoulder before making his way deeper into the house. “If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”
“Thank you, Price,” Mr. Riley called after him, sincerity coating his words. He then turned back to John, who was suddenly intimately aware of how alone they were in the foyer. He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking around the room, anywhere that wasn’t Mr. Riley’s unfairly attractive face.
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