i am literally so obsessed with gallifrey: war room episode 2: the passenger.
it's a leela-light episode, but when she is present, it's just. it's so FASCINATING to see how she behaves. like. on a normal day she's strong willed and rebellious and kind without necessarily being nice and just generally taking up space. but in this one we see her being polite and complaint and nice all the time. hell, we even hear her refer to a time lord as 'sir' for the first time ever.
and just. we know it's because she has the threat of romana hanging over her head but just. the extent to which she restrains herself and makes herself small. it's so INTERESTING, especially since episode 2 is set several months after the first one, in which we see her closer to how we usually see her.
and just. what must have gone on in the months between to get her to behave in what is, on the surface, an ooc way. ik it's no one's favourite episode. heck, it may even be some people's LEAST favourite but i, for one, am going feral over it.
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thinking about Steve and Eddie who, after going through rounds of physical therapy after everything, continue to work out together because Steve obviously loves it and loves having a friend to work out with. and Eddie notices the difference in his stamina when he gets back to performing on stage. (and if Eddie likes to watch Steve work out a little bit, and likes Steve coming over to help his form more than a little bit, well that’s his business.) but Steve takes a dance class and shakes up his usual warmup, leaving Eddie with some… thoughts.
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“Okay, Munson,” Steve says, pulling his arm across his body for a shoulder stretch. “You ready?”
“Ready to be tortured? Always,” Eddie jokes. It was their thing. Eddie acts like he hates being there, but he still shows up every other day to their local gym in Indianapolis. And he won’t ever deny the benefits he’s noticed since starting their exercise regime. He's faster on stage, doesn't get winded near as easily, holding those screaming notes without feeling like his lungs will explode. Little did he know that today his joke would come to be true.
Steve liked most kinds of exercise. He was a sporty guy. He liked the pull and stretch of his muscles, the feeling of accomplishment after achieving a new goal, that delicious soreness the day after a really good workout. But mostly he loved trying new things. He’d give anything half a chance if he thought it might be fun. Which is how he ended up at a dance-aerobics class the week prior, finding himself having a lot of fun, blushing furiously when the women in the class complimented how quickly he picks up the steps.
He went back three more times that week. Part of his enjoyment came from the new warmup he was taught in the class. Steve’s usual warmup consisted of basic stretches and a light jog, covering all bases to ensure he didn’t get injured, but not very exciting.
This, however, was far more enjoyable. Steve found himself sinking deep into stretches he didn't know he had flexibility for, and moving his hips to a beat, ultimately just having way more fun with the warmup. And it was about to become a huge problem for Eddie.
Steve pops his headphones over his ears, the tape deck tucked securely in his shorts pocket. He bends over, inhaling deeply as the song starts, rising up with his hands overhead, exhaling as he rolls his wrists, hips moving side to side with the beat. His already short cropped t-shirt rises, showing off a good amount of his chest. He lets his arms come down, bending over again, feeling the pull in his hamstrings. Gripping his elbows, he lets the top half of his body hang, swinging from side to side, his hamstrings fully stretched out.
Eddie looks up from his own basic stretching, shocked to see Steve fully bent over, because hey, since when was he so flexible? With Metallica blaring through his own headphones, Eddie just stares, completely forgetting where he was at in his warmup.
Steve lets his hands drop, moving to one foot, back to the centre, then the other foot. Ass just up in the air, his shorts way too tight. Eddie swallows. He’d been denying his crush for months at this point, and good god this was not helping.
Rolling his shoulders as he stands up, Steve lets his hands travel down his bare thighs, sinking into a squat with his back arched and head tilted back. Eddie's eyes are wide as he watches those tight little shorts with the little cut-ins on the sides ride up, showing far more of Steve's glorious hairy thighs than Eddie can handle. Steve drops his head forward, hunching his shoulders as he moves back to standing. He repeats the motions, and Eddie wishes he had the strength to pull his stare away from Steve's ass.
Seeing Steve's head tilted back and his back arched is sending Eddie insane. Like, he geninely thinks he might evaporate on the spot if he keeps watching. But he just can't look away.
Turning himself sideways, Steve has one foot stepped out in front of the other, legs perfectly straightened into a triangle shape, bent over his front leg. Just when Eddie thinks he’s about to get up and end his suffering, Steve lowers himself down into a lunge. His little shorts definitely way too small and tight for the movement, Steve lunges back and forth, fingertips resting on the ground on either side of his front foot. Eddie watches as the t-shirt rides up with each lunge, the desire to get his lips and tongue all over Steve's chest overwhelming him.
Shaking himself, Eddie tries to remember which shoulder stretch he was up to. He attempts something close to a stretch, but he can’t be sure he's doing it right, because Steve has lowered himself to the ground, front leg bent and back leg perfectly straight, and is fucking thrusting into the ground. If he were to ask Steve, he’d find out this was a hip flexor stretch. But Eddie’s forgotten how to form words entirely, suddenly imagining nineteen different ways he wants to get dicked down by the man before him.
Eddie suffers in silence, heart racing in his chest, watching as Steve repeats the movements on his other side. He prays that the torture ends soon, that they can just get to the workout, and Eddie can go back to pretending he doesn't want to ride Steve until his thighs give out. But Eddie gets no such luck.
Steve has moved into some kind of triangle position, hands on the ground, legs straight, and of fucking course, his ass in the air. Eddie marvels at how straight the shape is, only for a moment, because then Steve is lifting his heels up and down in turn, and jesus christ those tiny little shorts are just riding up, and Eddie can see a hint of Steve's ass peeking out. His jaw drops. He may actually explode.
Just when Eddie's thinking he can't take much more of this, Steve lowers himself down, knees spread wide, arms stretched out in front of him and head tucked down. A wild and rushed series of thoughts fly across Eddie's mind, all centred around Steve kneeling down in front of him. Eddie needs to get it together quickly.
As Steve brings himself back up to the triangle position, walking his feet to meet his hands and rolling his spine up, shoulders and head rolling back last, he sees Eddie taking off for his warmup jog. Assuming that he probably just took too long with his new warmup, Steve shrugs it off and starts his jog shortly after.
Eddie hits his personal best in several weights that day, desperately trying to expend his excess energy in some way. He barely registers the wins, mind still stuck on Steve and his perfect ass in all those new positions. He almost dissolves on the spot when Steve claps him on the shoulder in congratuations.
At the end of their session, Eddie takes a freezing cold shower and prays for the sweet release of death.
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The Madrigal triplets embody the Fight, Flight and Freeze responses a little too perfectly.
Fight - Pepa
We see her under immense pressure to keep her feelings contained, but she is quick to snap when challenged. We see it whenever Alma calls out her inclement weather. She is quick to lash out at her niece who she clearly loves. There is so much she’s barely containing below the surface that it comes out quickly and aggressively when she gets triggered.
Flight - Bruno
This one seems the most obvious. Instead of taking a stance when he has the vision about Mirabel, he leaves. He flees the situation. It’s implied that the first time in his fifty years of life that he has ever confronted his mother directly was for the sake of his niece. His stairs got higher and his room got further away so he wouldn’t have to deal with the situations going on in the family. When Mirabel finds him in the walls, he is reluctant to leave.
Freeze - Julieta
I used to get frustrated with Julieta’s passivity before I started seeing her through the lens of trauma. Just because she seems to have everything together doesn’t mean she does, and she deserves the same level of understanding as her more turbulent siblings. I think there is evidence to support that Julieta’s trauma response is to freeze. For most of the movie, she stays quiet and in the background whenever her mother criticizes her daughter. She may have gotten conditioned over the years to just stand there and take it to avoid escalating a situation.
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I know zero things about the sequel other than what you post (lol) but I heard this song and thought perhaps youd like it for cpsm llojavi ( ̄▽ ̄)
Bless the Telephone by Labi Siffre
you just casually dropped the most devastatingly sweet song in my inbox like that. why would yo do this to me i'm fucking sobbing oh my god i'm not even kidding i'm so distraught right now
like. god. just,,, the entire fucking song,,,
It's nice to hear your voice again
I've waited all day long
Even wrote a song for you
It's strange, the way you make me feel
With just a word or two
I'd like to do the same for you
It's nice to hear you say "hello"
And "how are things with you?
I love you"
But very soon it's time to go
An office job to do
While I'm here writing songs for you
Strange
How a phone call can change your day
Take you away
Away
From the feeling of being alone
Bless the telephone
It's nice, the way you say my name
Not very fast or slow, just soft and low
The same as when you tell me how you feel
I feel the same way, too
I'm very much in love with you
I'm very much in love with you
i'm,,,, this is,, literally javier,,,, what the hell,,,, how am i supposed to recover after this,,,, someone sedate me i can't do it anymore
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