#but I've never doubted it with Jack and Lacie
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#Someone's been reblogging a lot of posts under my Jack and Lacie tag so I've been revisiting them and reading my own tags and...#goodness‚ my opinions sure are steady#But also I am so right xD#I reread my tags having forgotten them and I can't help but cheer inside like 'wow you get them so right!'#Which is hilarious because even if forgotten that's me#But also that's me three years ago and having reread the manga two or three times at least ever since#so I could have changed my opinion on something#But obviously I haven't#Anyway... This got me thinking that I've wondered at times whether Cathy and Heathcliff have romantic feelings for each other for real#but I've never doubted it with Jack and Lacie#And I think it's because the multifaceted and kinda even liminal aspect of their relationship is intrinsic to their dynamic#but whereas Heathcliff and Cathy are most of the time taken as obviously romantic#(when they aren't just so and are romantic perhaps in the normal way but especially they are romantic in a very particular way I'd say)#Jack and Lacie on the other hand are usually taken as something else#So I guess I feel compelled to insist in the most forgotten facet of both dynamics#Jack and Lacie are peak romantic in my books. Are they Hollywood romantic? No‚ that's for sure. But they are#And Hollywood romantic is shit and barely feels like romance to me anyway. Which is what happens to Cathy and Heathcliff too#And why the popular image of them and the one represented in media is so different to the way they are in the book#It's also why they keep getting bad movie adaptations that twist and modify the characters and relationships so much#that in the end they are but a mocking shadow of who they were#Anyway... Truly the couples of all time#I couldn't agree more with past me and my words even if I don't remember them#I talk too much#I should probably delete this later
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Hey Persia, you preem grease monkey!
Shit, time's been flying faster than a MaxTac chopper on a raid! Sorry for ghosting you, chica. Jackie and I've been busier doing gigs as a team. Even have a nova runner now as backup, though I never met her in realspace. Sometimes I doubt she is flesh and bones, you know. But anyway, our rep's growing like a tumor on Biotechnica lab rat - even snagged another fixer. Wakako, this ice-cold Japanese bitch. Makes the Padre look like a cuddly teddy bear, I swear.
But check this pic out! Your girl's finally got her own slice of Night City hell! Four walls, a roof, and a view of the smog. Living large in Watson, can you believe it? Yeah, that Watson. The one from "Watson Whore." No shit, I sometimes grab my synth-caf at the same joint where that iconic breakup scene took place. Life imitating art, or whatever that preem saying is.
Got myself some wheels too. Nothing fancy, just an Archer Hella. It ain't gonna win any races, but it's got four wheels and an engine that mostly works. 'Course, Jackie's always borrowing it. Says his arch ain't practical for some jobs. Practical my ass - he's just too cheap to shell out for his own cage.
Things are looking up, Persia. Got a steady flow of eddies and a place to crash. It ain't home. Not yet. But it's a start, you know?
Shit, I miss our late-night bullshit sessions. Remember when we'd stay up till dawn, tinkering with that ancient Thorton and dreaming about the big city? Well, here I am, living the dream. Sort of. It's dirtier, louder, and way more dangerous than we ever imagined. But damn if it ain't exciting.
Gotta delta - got this gig lined up, could get real spicy real quick. Lucky for us, our runner's got ice in her veins and chrome in her skull. Chica's so zen she drops Aristotle quotes while we're crawling through vents. Figure that means we're golden, right? I'll try to jack in more often, but no promises, Persia. This city's got a 24/7 heartbeat, and I'm dancing to its rhythm these days.
Stay nova, chica. V
P.S. I'm like 90% sure Jackie and Misty have been banging in my backseat. Can't prove it, but if I find one more pair of lacy panties under the seat, I'm gonna lose my shit.
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