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Gather around, my young friends and fellow dinosaurs, let me tell you about some BULLSHIT no one ever tells you about. I'm talking about menopause and perimenopause. Now, menopause has a very stringent medical definition. You have to not have had a period for exactly 12 months and a day to be considered in menopause. All the bullshit before that day once you start going through The Change is considered perimenopause. Here's some bullshit you might experience that people actually talk about when you're in perimenopause:
- shorter time between periods
- irregular periods
- hot flashes and/or cold flashes
- fucked up sleep
- OMG NIGHT SWEATS
- Vagina as dry as the Sahara desert
- lighter periods and/or endless bleeding like it's The Flood but it's in your pants
- lack of interest in Adult Fun Times
This time of joy can last anywhere from a couple of years to a god damn decade and there's no medical way right now to predict it.
Here's some of the REAL bullshit they don't tell you about but your dinosaur aunt is here to let you know:
- You can start perimenopause in your 30s, don't listen to idiot doctors who tell you you're "too young" because they don't know your body like you do.
- Perimenopause will make you HELLA DUMB. Seriously, I'm talking Bigly broken brain. Brain fog? Check. Short term memory? Wave goodbye to it. Ability to make words form out of thoughts? Yeah, good luck to you.
- Perimenopause can cause horrible fatigue because in addition to losing estrogen, you're also losing testosterone. Oh and that also leads to muscle wasting, cool cool.
- Things might suddenly hurt more because estrogen is known to be neuroprotective.
- If you're super lucky like I am, and like to collect rare illnesses, you might even get Burning Mouth Syndrome đ
- And meanwhile, while you're going through this bullshit, you'll be getting gaslit by doctors who are operating based on 30 year old debunked data about how HRT causes breast cancer (not really) and that they shouldn't put you on it until you're in actual menopause. (Data shows starting HRT early can potentially prevent Alzheimer's in later years.)
- There are entire online clinics right now (I use Midi Health) focused on providing care for peri and menopausal patients and they will happily prescribe you HRT even if your regular PCP or OBGYN do not (if you meet the criteria). I've been pretty impressed with how holistically they view the patient. For full disclosure, I learned about them from my integrative health doctor and they do not accept Medicare (yet).
I'm 46 years old right now and I've been symptomatic for perimenopause for the last 8 years, although it's gotten the most dramatic in the past 2 years or so, which I hope means I'm almost done, holy hell. Yeah I was on the early side, but if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so it's never too early to think about these things. And I hope to at least spare some of you the mind-fuckery I've been through because no one told me about most of this stuff, including my own mother who just DOESN'T REMEMBER what happened to her and now I completely understand why. And because I also have a connective tissue disease, I used to just dismiss my pain and fatigue as being caused by that illness rather than the loss of hormones.
Anyways, this is why we need Elders in our lives, so they can do Grandma Story Hour like I just did and validate you when the entire medical field tries to gaslight you. I hope you've found some or all of this educational/useful. Please share with your friends because we really do NOT talk about this stuff enough. (Ewwww Moon Blood!)
Stay well, and don't let the bastards grind you down!
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smoke and ash
a/n: this is based entirely on a post made by the amazing @cavillscurls and i was given permission to write it for her cause the idea actually made my brain go numb. plus just the thought of this man having an oral fixation paired with someone who also has an oral fixation?? beautiful. filthy. spectacular. it's quickly written cause i had the inspo at the time and really didn't want to lose it. so enjoy!
summary: cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.
word count: 1.4k+
pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, oral fixation, spit kink, choking, dry humping, desperate!logan, overstimulation, cigars, they're fucking messy, dirty talk.
A dark stain of saliva coated the base of a match as you sat sprawled on his leather couch. Your teeth dug into it, creating an indent that would last until you decided it was time to strike the phosphorus and let it burn down. Sometimes they snapped. Other times you tossed them in the trash. Tonight you were intent on lighting it upâsolely for the cigar currently stuffed in between his own lips.
He sucked at the end thoughtfully most nights. Glasses perched on the edge of his nose, a book he'd read a hundred times over propped in one handâwhiskey in his other. Half of it was already burnt through. Used within the span of a few days before stubbed out and saved.
âInteresting story?â
The soft hum was all he offered, his eyes flicking back and forth between the lines even though he could recite the words from memory. The pages were worn from use, spine cracked every which way, and you often considered buying him a new copy. If just to give the story a chance to breathe in his mind. Sink beneath the depths of memories that still floated along the surfaceâseeking to ruminate in the cracks of chaos.
âLogan.â
âBub?â
âWhat does it taste like?â
At last he looked up, eyebrows lifted and fingers moving to drag the sticky wet cigar out of his mouth. âThis?â
You nodded. âGood or bad orâŚâ
âBetter than those fuckinâ matches,â he scoffed, pointedly glaring at the splintered wood between your teethâa nervous habit you had yet to kick. âCâmere and find out.â
Scrambling off the couch a bit too quickly, you found yourself perched in his lap, legs straddling his hips with a smile painted across your lips. He removed the match, flicking it into the discarded ashtray with contemptâhappy to have your mouth empty and waiting. Only to place the soaked butt against your tongue, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip at the sight. You always imagined what the flavor resembled. Until it finally dawned on you.
This is how it tasted to kiss him. The bitter tang of the cigar muted by the flavor of the whiskey he drank and the mints he chewed in his spare time. You sucked on the remnants of his saliva, your mind lighting up at the feel of it. Of having something stuck between your lips, a thing you could fixate on.
âTasteâs like me donât it?â
You nodded, shifting against his body as the first spark of heat began to slowly meld with the rest of your senses.
âGood girl,â he mumbled, the book forgotten to the side in favor of his hand sliding along your throat, thumb catching just beneath your chin. âSuck on it harder yeah? Want it to taste like ya when I smoke it again.â
A whine cracked in the back of your throat, your hips catching on the zipper of his jeans. âWhat about you?â
The mumbled words caused spit to drool down to your chin, his eyes tracking the slide of it with a heavy gaze. He wanted to lick it up. Swallow down what you offered. But the sight kept him transfixedâyour tongue sliding along the end of the cigar as if it were his cock. Soaking it in your taste enough to drive him a bit closer to the edge, his other hand suddenly a harsh grip on your ass.
âI got what I need,â he replied with ease. âYeah?â
You nodded, catching the glaze of desire in his dilated pupils. He wanted more than an empty mouth. The cigars appeased a side of him no one saw, a man who ached for something to bite down on, someone to taste even in the most mundane of ways. He was your guard dog looking to chew, to gnaw, even if spit flew out of his mouth with a feral edge of desperation. And with a grin, you stuffed three fingers into his mouth right down to the knuckle.
He took them with a moan, tongue laving over the length of them as his hips bucked up into yours. The hot cavern of his mouth and wet slide of his tongue drew out a sound you never knew you could make. A biting grunt that made spit fly everywhere, splattering against his cheek to mix with his own.
Ripping the cigar from your mouth, you hastily licked around his full mouth. âSuck harder for me baby.â
They met the back of his throat, choking him enough to force his head back. His eyes rolled, nostrils flared, and for a moment you felt the power dynamic shift. You were in charge. Telling him what to do to appease the ache of pleasure growing in the pit of your stomach. And it might have lasted. He very well could have given you complete submission if it werenât for the lack of the cigar in your mouth.
A growl rumbled up from his chest, eyes flashing dark enough to send a thrill down your spine, and before you could fix your mistake he rectified it for you. Three fingersâto match your ownâwere pushed harshly against your tongue, hooking behind your teeth to drag your face closer to his. You didnât need to hear him to know what he wanted.
The intent blazed in his hazel eyes well enough: suck.
Through the haze of wanton lust you felt his hand begin to guide your hips along his crotch. The bulge of his cock straining against denim, pushing the metal zipper up for your clit to catch on each time. Clad in his flannel and cotton panties, you found yourself plummeting towards the burning ache that built faster than you could comprehend.
You ripped your hand from his mouth, burying the spit soaked fingers into his hair to grip him close. But it never remained enough. He wanted to delve beneath your skin. Seek the warmth that seeped from your body where his fingers kneaded and pushed to drag you to a fro. His teeth latched onto your shoulder, the sweater pulled to the side while his fingers met the back of your throat, choking you with their size.
A cry slipped past his knuckles as you humped his clothed cockâdragging yourself inch by inch towards the release you could practically taste. It clung to the tip of your tongueâthe saccharine flavor intertwined with the tobacco musk of his fingers. You swallowed around them, drool spilling down your throat and pooling at the top of your breasts.
âThatâs it,â he gasped, a line of bites trailing right to the juncture of your neck, his spit smeared across your skin. âGonna cum for me?â
You whined harshly, body going taut as your clit pulsed rapidly with the impending wave of bliss that tugged sharply on your spine. The pain of his teeth puncturing hard enough to draw blood dragged a knife through the thin strand of resistance. And you came with his name at the back of your throat and white bursting behind tightly shut eyelids.
âYes. Fuckââ His growl ran down the length of your spine, body trembling in his tight grasp. âThatâs my girl.â
Unconsciously your nails punctured the skin at the back of his neck and with a jolt, he groaned long and ragged against your throat. A dark wet patch formed beneath his jeans as you soaked him with a spit filled cry. The pleasure wrung your body dry, pulling the final dregs of your energy straight from the source. Your chest heaved, mouth a gentle suckle at the very base of his fingers, and Logan could feel you begin to collapse forward into his chest.
âYou really like when your mouth is filled,â he mused, lips curling into a smile.
Nodding, your voice was a content humâhis fingers dragging at the back of your teeth, tracing their shape. A kiss was pressed to your head, body slumping further into the chair with you atop him.
âGonna get you some more matches in the morninâ,â he mumbled lazily. âMy pretty girl needs a treat for being so good.â
Your heart fluttered, eyes glistening with the devotion youâd never dare to hide. The love that burned with the power of an eternal flame. Settling into his body, you felt his hand drag along the expanse of your thigh. Calming the storm in his mindâa catastrophe you longed to weather with him.
You were the balm to his weathered soul.
A permanent fixation of smoke and ash that surrounded his charred and splintered heart that burned for you.
#logan howlett x f!reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett smut#logan howlett#my writing
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if i had never watched this sport before i would think charles has multiple titles considering the way people talk about him
literally lol. the thing is i genuinely genuinely do believe that he is an exceptionally good driver, i really do. i rate him as the highest of the non-champion drivers on the grid, and i think he's actually doing very well to be third in the wdc standings when the mclarens have been so consistently good for so long. but to say that he is one of the greatest of all time when he has never even been in real championship contention is literally insane to me.
i also think the way people use charles as a comparison point is very... manipulative i guess. i've seen multiple people praise oscar's baku win (which was excellent) because he beat charles, and i also see a lot of people criticise lando for not fighting max the same way as charles would (personally i think almost all of this is based on the inchident moment and the headcanons they have created because if you actually look at charles and max's history against each other in f1 there are relatively few instances of them fighting each other) even though lando has actually come far closer to challenging and beating max for a championship than charles ever has. i think there are a lot of people who have an image of him in their head and are willing to use to however they like to suit whatever argument they're trying to make depending on whether they like the driver or not
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going to answer this under the cut bcs i dont like waiting to ask questions and no one would send us the asks anyways ahhahahahahahahahha
traumagenic / stressgenic, if im understanding the question right
~30, definitely some fragments in there though
more introjects
uhhhhh barely any. for some reason only vylent, simon, iSH and maybeee F can see the headspace, simon says that his is an island and vylent and iSH refuse to tell me (rude)
yes, we have one we know is a subsys for sure, and others we're not sure if they just share the same source as normal or if they're a subsys
yes, agent 3, 4, and 8 are in some sort of awkward silly relationship, dove miiiiiight be in a relationship with jade but she hasnt confirmed that yet, and simon and stella are in a one-sided relationship but thats only because stella isnt sentient yet
I N T E R N E T
we try our best to keep track of roles but they just kinda. bleh
we find it useful when we're trying to see if a term exists for what we're thinking of, but we know there's some sort of controversy surrounding it so. idk if that makes our use of it valid or not
simply plural, although we usually notice changes in switches around 10 minutes after they actually happen, so its not like. always accurate
F may have been the host for a bit, but its very unlikely
no, closest thing we have to a name is the insert cool word collective, it was just a silly thing we made up so we had a name for our strawpage
marina, marina agitando, and agent 8 are octolings, agent 3, agent 4, and frye are inklings, ax is an octoling AND an inkling (and also a crow), ray is a rayquaza, nepeta is a troll (from hs) f but hes a cat and little petey are cats, and dog man is a dog (holy shit) im not sure if all of these count as nonhuman but shut your fuck up
not that we know of (vylent pleaseeeeeeeee_
uhhhhhh im not that interesting but F is in co-front rn so: we actually could not come up with anything interesting. we're like the two least interesting people here. F has the best handwriting here ig is that interesting
uhhh no
no
F (as previously mentioned before) has really good handwriting, and simon is very good at digital art, which is ironic considering his source takes place sometime during the 50s-60s
idk
a lot of things. usually what music to listen to, like. what to do in general, and what fandoms we should be in which is rlly stupid in my opinion
usually, we're all collectively autistic + depressioned, and anxietyed, but simon thinks he has dyslexia which im not sure if that can happen for like. one guy but uh. what was the question again i forgot
little petey probably counts as a syskid, but thats the only one we know of. some of us do age regress as a coping mechanism tho
this malt tastes like shit
kind of?
nepeta often goes back and reads homestuck, she doesnt really have a problem with it bcs nepeta isnt in hs^2 (aside from davepetasprite) but jade roxy and dove have kind of been trying to source separate (especially with jade since that last update). idk how any of the splatoon fictives got here, a few weeks before we discovered being a system we decided to go on hiatus of playing splatoon so. no. i could go on and on since we have so many fictives from so many different sources but. i dont think this wall of text looks quite appealing
doesnt apply to us
havent really though of that yet, we usually just think about the same future jay wished to have back before we found out we were plural
not yet
kind of outdated but yes
uhhhhhh too tired
most times any of us didnt get along they usually resolved it within like. 1-3 days. except for bill, he went into dormacy for like a month and came back saying he went through his redemtion arc (which he did)
not really? as previously mentioned x2 i have very good handwriting but im typing rn so.
i mean like, we dont really like it that much, theoretically, if an actual baby knew how to type, it probably would just type normal words but i can see why people do it. im okay with it as long as people provide translations so we can actually understand it
uh. we dont really know that much about dog man. hes a dog
jay has all of our collective interests, i feel like. when most of us split we got assigned like. one or two of those interests. whenever i visualize splitting or alter forming i always imagine cellular division idk
splaoton
nope
nope
probably jade, since our trauma was somewhat related to homestuck, but i realized her and all the other hs alters formed to like. help us cope with that and shit. little petey was also a surprise since like. little petey, and F because he was a factive
we do, but we havent actually drawn them yet ;-;
collectively nonbinary, asexual, and demiromantic
whats a gender
we're all asexual
simply plural
whats a food
uhhhhhhh in the middle
maybe?? we've always had shit memory so its hard to tell whether its system related or not
we have this in our drafts. this was before we actually knew simon's personality, so we thought we was just "the crazy one". this was actually bill that said that
49. vanilla
50. only one i can think of is simon who has a chronic fear of water, which really isnt that silly, just scary because like how the fuck are we supposed to shower
51. bazingacore (idk)
52. not really
53. smirking face (yes, that was how we found out for sure actually)
54. no
55. only axolotl and ray
56. when we went trick-or-treating on halloween F (me i just need to write this in the third person so it sounds better) was fronting the entire time which was really weird because he had no idea who any of our friends were except for one of them
57. yes most of the time
58. not as much anymore, but we have a sp front status called "some other mf" and idk if that counts as handling it bu SHUT Ur fuckn up
59. not yet and i hope never
60.
not that accurate but like bazinga or whatever
Long system ask game!
Because it's been ages since we made one and we felt like it.
What type of system are you?
How many people are there in your system?
Do you have more introjects or non-introjects?
How much control do you have over your headspace (if you have one)?
Do you have any subsystems?
Do you have any in-system couples?
How did you discover your systemhood? Or did you become one on purpose?
How do you feel about system roles, and do you use them?
What are your thoughts on Pluralpedia?
Do you use anything to keep track of switching?
Have you ever had a change in hosts?
Do you have a system name? How did you pick it?
Do you have any nonhuman members? Feel free to list their species!
Do you have any headspace pets?
Current fronter/fronters, share some random info about you!
Do you have a partner system? How did you meet?
Have you ever mistaken a character of yours for a headmate? What about the other way around?
Does anyone have any skills that the others don't?
What's something y'all tend to agree on?
What about something you tend to disagree on?
Do symptoms of neurodivergencies/mental illness tend to manifest the same way or differently among headmates?
Do you have any syskids?
Share an in-system joke!
Has how you view your plurality changed?
If you have fictives, do they participate in their source fandom? If yes, are they open about who they are in fandom spaces?
How do you handle headmates having different spiritual beliefs?
How do you decide on major life decisions (where to live, what to study, what work to have, etc)?
Do you have any system traditons?
Current fronter, do you have your own playlist? Feel free to share it!
Do you have any art of anyone in the system? Feel free to show it off!
How do you handle it when people in the system don't get along?
Current fronter, is there anything that makes it obvious you're the one fronting? (Voice, accent, body language, typing style, etc)
If you have syskids, how do they feel about stereotypical "babby tawk"?
Share something about your newest member!
Do you tend to have collective or separate interests and hobbies?
If you have introjects, what source do you have the most from?
Are you out as plural to anyone irl?
Do you know any systems irl?
Which headmate was the biggest surprise?
Do you have a singletsona?
Do you have any collective labels?
What's the most common gender in your system?
What's the most common sexuality in your system?
What's your favorite app/website/etc for plural stuff?
Do you tend to have the same taste in food or not?
Is it hard or easy for you to switch?
Do you experience system-related amnesia?
Share something weird a headmate has done!
Current fronter, what's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Share a silly fear someone in the system has!
Current fronter, describe your aesthetic!
If you have outworld pets, do they tend to act differently around different headmates?
Has anyone ever figured out you were a system without you telling them?
When it comes to syskids, is there anyone in particular that takes care of them?
Does anyone in the system identify as otherkin, therian, or fictionkin?
Have you ever switched in an awkward moment? What happened?
Do you ever switch without realizing it?
Are you ever blurry? How do you handle it?
Has anyone ever treated an introject badly because of who their source is?
Current fronter, share a pic of your "face claim!"
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the truth is you can survive almost anything, including the things that make your organs feel like they're hemorrhaging or trying to mutiny through your throat. you reach a point where a lot of things stop bothering you because they don't matter, and trying to communicate with people who have not reached that point feels like living in different universes. multiple times a day my brain walks me through vivid films in which every member of my family dies and my home burns down and i can't find food anywhere and i'm entirely alone in the whole world and i experience the grief and terror as though they are happening to me in reality because my body is convinced they are happening even if i mentally know they aren't. you get used to it and learn how to do things like shower daily and eat meals and dress yourself and be kind to people anyway. some days i can work myself up to sitting at the loom or my work table and do something productive with this grief. i feel preternaturally prepared for multiple life ending disasters daily. most things that actually happen to me on a daily basis are not so bad thankfully and i'm very grateful for that. i can't find the thing i wanted at the store or someone says something unkind and i don't really feel anything at all about it. i feel like i should but my heart's not in it. nobody i love died today so it was a pretty good day all things considered
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people are, of course, allowed to have their opinions and dislike whatever they please but a lot of criticism I see about epic not being a good adaptation boils down to people not realizing that 1) itâs a retelling BASED on the odyssey and was never actually meant to be an adaption, let alone a faithful one
and 2) even if it was, thatâs just the nature of how adaptions and retellings work. there will NEVER be a totally good and faithful adaption or retelling of the odyssey (movie, musical, ect) because there will ALWAYS be constraints of some kind.
so much shit happens in the odyssey and there isnât a valid musical length that could go over it all. Jay cut out a lot and he STILL has issues with time (thatâs why you see so many people criticizing the fact that we donât spend enough time with the crew before they die or calypso before odysseus leaves). Jay has spoken at length about all the things he TRIED to include but couldnât because there wasnât time to do them or because it didnât narratively feel satisfying (the laestrygonians, for example, originally had a much bigger part, as did the lotus eaters).
which leads to my next pointâ Jay prioritizes a satisfying and clear cut narrative over one that is authentic to the original story (which again is how MOST retellings go about it especially when their goal is to share the story with a wider audience!). Like Iâm sorry I love the odyssey and the Iliad but they arenât a satisfying story/conclusion to me. and that doesnât make them bad or worse; it makes sense that they feel this way considering theyâre PARTS of an overarching story that weâre missing crucial pieces of and, more importantly, ITS NOT A MODERN STORY AND THEREFORE IS NOT HELD UNDER THE WAY MODERN PEOPLE VIEW SATISFYING ARCS AND NARRATIVES!!! The odyssey is fantastic but it would literally never work as a modern musical and epic wouldnât be enjoyable at all if Jay tried to be as accurate as possible.
Jay was inspired to tell a story about grief and what it means to be human interacting with that grief. obviously heâd have odysseus reveal his name to the cyclops because heâs angry and grieving instead of being prideful. obviously heâd have it so odysseus had to choose who died to zeus immediately after the cow was slain. obviously heâd make it so odysseusâ primary motivations surround his survivorâs guilt and missing his home over the more complicated and harder to express themes and motivations of odyssey!odysseus.
like I do understand the frustration of never getting an âauthentic adaptationâ but if you want something authentic then⌠read the odyssey? you will never get something that is 100% authentic or scene to scene otherwise. you might get close, Iâll definitely give you that, but SOMETHING has to give. a perfect adaptation to you will be missing something crucial to someone else and that will always be how it is.
life is so much more fun when youâre willing to enjoy art that has âbased onâ disclaimers literally everywhere as something separate (or you are just willing to enjoy adaptations/retellings separately to the source material in general). epic was NEVER intended on being seen as an accurate portrayal of odysseus and Jay never claimed it was. It really does feel like yâall are setting it up for failure by seeing it as something it was never meant to be and then getting upset that it isnât accurate when no one ever said it would be.
maybe itâs just a me thing because Iâve never had any issue separating media from their adaptions/retellings, even my favorite ones, but idk it just sucks seeing people say they have a ton of issues with epic and their issues are all just,,, itâs not accurate enough.
Idk if this makes sense or not but Iâm just rambling. like what you like, dislike what you dislike. Iâm not saying anyone is wrong or anything in how they feel or their preferences. I just think we should all be more open minded about these things idk
#that isnât to say u arenât allowed to WISH certain things were done differently#I just think that saying/acting like itâs bad bc itâs not accurate is wack#epic is not immune to criticism and I have things i criticize about it too#but this is just something Iâve noticed with ppl who liked the odyssey first and I find it weird#enjoy epic as a separate story!!!! itâs not the odyssey!!!!! if u want to read the odyssey then go read it!!!!!!#I mean câmon ody literally kills astyanax when most ppl say it was neo#and thatâs song TWO#epic#epic the musical#my post#epic odysseus#jorge rivera herrans
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Good Omens Theory
Kind of? Maybe more of an observation? You decide.
So, we always talk a lot about the final 15, but I think it would be interesting to focus on the events which lead up to it too. Especially Nina and Maggie's talk with Crowley.
I'll start saying that I've always found Maggie very weird. I mean, Nina's reactions to the crazy things happening around them are quite understandable and human, but Maggie seems...out of it? She just goes along with whatever is happening and is pretty clichĂŠ as a character (which is not normal in Good Omens). I read The Magic Trick You Didn't See and, while I don't exactly agree with everything written about Maggie, I actually believe something is just not right about her...but we'll see.
Going back to The Talk, I just find the timing and the urgency very suspicious. Nobody knew what the Metatron wanted to tell Aziraphale when they first left, least of all Maggie and Nina. In fact, at the time we also saw a very calm Crowley tidying up the bookshop and thinking about going to the Ritz as soon as Aziraphale came back. Crowley thought they had all the time in the world, there was no urgency and they had a clear mind. I'm pretty sure that, if Aziraphale came back and told them about the Metatron's offer while Crowley was still in that mindset, their final conversation would have been VERY different. And I'm not saying the outcome would have changed (I actually have no idea about it), but I strongly believe that they would have talked more calmly and understood each other better, maybe even came up with a plan.
However, we all know how it went. Maggie convinced Nina to immediately go to the bookshop. They literally left a line of clients at the coffee shop and for what? To reprimand someone because they meddled in their personal lives...and then do the exact same thing to them. Even if it made sense (which it doesn't), why was Maggie so adamant on doing it right in that moment? A normal person would have waited at least the next day considering the crazy things that had just happened, so that everyone would have had time to calm down. Also, there was no way they could have known that Aziraphale wouldn't have probably been there the next day, so why the rush?
All they accomplished was making Crowley nervous and scared for the (beautiful) confession they had to plan last minute, in a rush Maggie and Nina put them into. So, when Aziraphale came back, they were in opposite mindsets and totally caught up in their own feelings. Feelings that, for Aziraphale, were influenced by the conversation with the Metatron, while, for Crowley, were unleashed by Maggie and Nina's talk.
With all that being said, I'm done. The timing of that talk is just something that I've always found unusual. Maybe there's actually nothing into it, I really don't know, but I thought it'd be fun to share :)
#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#aziracrow#final 15#the final fifteen#nina good omens#maggie good omens#metatron#good omens thoughts#good omens theories#good omens season 2
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I've heard some people lauding the NATO phonetic alphabet, and am just sort of scratching my head about that.
Like, here were the criteria for words in the alphabet:
Be a live word in each of the three working languages.
Be easily pronounced and recognized by airmen of all languages.
Have good radio transmission and readability characteristics.
Have a similar spelling in at least English, French, and Spanish, and the initial letter must be the letter the word identifies.
Be free from any association with objectionable meanings.
But then you look at what they actually picked and it's like ... okay, you picked a bunch of names? You picked "Whiskey"? On the assumption that what, this is a drink that's common everywhere in the world? That everyone is fine having an alcoholic drink as one of the words? Nowadays I can pull up a global map of whiskey consumption, but that's not something they could do in the 50s, and I would guess that they were not considering e.g. Muslim pilots. (Some places do actually change out "Whiskey" for this reason, along with other regional variants, which are exactly the sort of thing you want in a standard everyone is supposed to be on the same page about.)
And alright, whatever, I think the list is kind of confusingly culturally bound given what the criteria were, but it served its purpose well enough ...
Except that as standards do, it began to be used in other places, including by civilians, and including by civilians when both parties have not agreed on the NATO phonetic alphabet. It would be great if we all had an agreed upon phonetic alphabet that everyone knew, but the fact that some people don't know it makes it a lot worse, particularly if you're on a customer service call, and particularly if you're on a customer service call with someone who is not a native English speaker and who was not raised in the same cultural context that the NATO phonetic alphabet assumes.
If you, like me, love terrible quality PDFs, then some helpful soul made a FOIA request for "The Evolution and Rationale of ICAO Spelling Alphabet", and you can read it. This is a fun read for me, because it's not just concerned with the phonetic alphabet, but the history of it, and in one case they're just like "welp, we have been completely unsuccessful in locating this file". And I'm sitting here in 2024 reading a ratty PDF of a file from 1959, thinking "yup, that's how it is sometimes, they do all that work making a report and then no one fucking preserves it".
(Most of the document is about whether they would use the US-UK version or the ICAO version, and then some modifications and why they were made, and this is all interesting, but I'm kind of still scratching my head about some of these, especially given what they say the criteria were. "An international alphabet designed to fit the multilingual requirements of all nations"? Maybe they really thought that's what they were doing in the 1950s.)
Anyway, this isn't to say that I think we need a new, better phonetic alphabet, just that I think the current one is not actually the pinnacle of standards that some people seem to think it is, and in fact, it contains a lot of baggage from the time and place it was made. Further, it's being used in places well outside the environment it was made for, and unless everyone is trained in it (and maybe even if they are) some of the deficiencies get magnified.
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911 8x08 thoughts and freak outs!
OkayâŚ
WellâŚ
WOWâŚ
OMG!!!
What do I say about this episode? đś
UhmâŚ
Well, my first reaction was this: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł
And I mean this in a very good way! đ
Iâm just going to start with the thing that made me go AAAAAH! In the first place:
Eddie and Chris! That scene was heartbreaking and when Brad talked to âEdmundoâ about his estranged son it was a great moment. Eddie has started to realise he has to act NOW, because he son is growing up without him and he doesnât want that gap to become any wider. đ
Side-note: Fuck the Diaz parents big time! They suck! đ
So Eddie decides to move to Texas, which is so very much the wrong thing to do. But I get why heâs considering it. The right thing to do for him would be to go to Texas, talk to Chris and telling him he needs to come home, back to LA. But I donât think Eddie is ready for that yet. Heâll need some time to get there, but heâll get there in the end.
Which leads me to that one scene with Buck. And OMG! In the seven years that Iâve been here, shipping Buddie, Iâve seen a lot scenes between them that suggested something more, but it was never really anything concrete⌠you know? đ¤ˇââď¸
This scene? It was like being hit over the head with a sledgehammer. Buck just walks into Eddieâs house and Eddieâs okay with that. Heâs teasing him about the tablet and Eddie lets him. They know each other through and through. And Buckâs face when Eddie told him it was in El Paso? That was interesting. And of course he wants to help Eddie. It almost feels like theyâre buying a house together for a moment there. But thenâŚ
Then when Buckâs sitting on the Diaz couch (yes⌠hello couch theory, great to see you again! đ), his face falls and there is something there that wasnât there before. Guys⌠we just witnessed the very early beginnings of Buckâs âOHâ moment. Eddie making plans to move will help Buck realise just how much he truly cares for Eddie. đĽ˛đĽ˛đĽ˛
So, this is it. This is THAT scene weâve all been hoping for.
I feel unwell.
In a good way.
The Buddie-arc has officially begun. đđđâď¸
So unwell right now.
Still in a good way.
But oh⌠this is going to be such a good hiatus! That scene alone will inspire so many writers to write excellent fic, it will fuel us for months and ignite the fandom to speculate and theorise. Itâll be epic! đ
I wonder if thereâll actually be a time-jump or theyâll just pick up where they left off after hiatus. đ¤
On to the rest of the episode:
Where was the Maddie storyline they talked about?
Athenaâs storyline was actually nice this time. It is entirely possible that something flew over my head when it comes to her scenes as a police officer. But to my non-American eyes, it was a nice storyline. The cart cop kid was a little naive, but he was likeable I suppose. I donât really enjoy watching people like that on YouTube, but for the show it was okay.
I unexpectedly really enjoyed the Brad storyline. Granted, him rescuing that woman and risking hurting her? That was iffy, but 911 is like HotShots in that respect, you know? We arenât supposed to take it all âthatâ seriously. So I can live with that scene. I love the growth in Brad and how he talked that guy from the ledge. Do we think that scene was based on the fact that Jon Bon Jovi talked someone from the ledge a couple of months ago? I think thatâs where Tim got his inspiration for this.
So overall, I really enjoyed this episode and I have to admit that I didnât really expect too much of it. But it managed to surprise me in a few ways. But mostly that Buddie-moment⌠it just blew my mind. đ¤Ż
I can happily skip into hiatus now. All is right with my fictional TV-show world again.
đđđ
I'm off to read the post interviews now and answer some asks in my inbox. YAY!
#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 8x08#thoughts and ruminations#I feel like crying#this is it#THIS is it#911 abc#911 spoilers
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2 Minus 1 - Act Two
Seungcheol is doing good without you. Really good, in fact! Heâs got a great job, has his own apartment, and has many friends surrounding him. Heâs even done some dating in the three years that youâve been gone. On some blissful days, you donât even cross his mind. But when you reappear in his life, he has to come to terms with the fact that he might not be doing as good as he thought he was.Â
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Seungcheol stretches with a groan as soon as he hangs up the phone. Heâs worked through the normal lunch hour and normally wouldnât do that, but the client he needed to speak with is in a different time zone and he said he was flexible. Itâs not a lie, but still, his stomach grumbles loudly at the thought of food, or rather the smell thatâs wafting into his office when the door opens.Â
âMan, am I happy to see you,â he says jokingly as Minghao sets a styrofoam box on the corner of his desk. Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan have piled in as well, making themselves comfortable on the couch in the corner and in the chairs in front of Seungcheolâs desk. Theyâre incredibly casual considering heâs their manager. They go out for dinner and drinks regularly, even on the weekends, and arenât afraid to poke fun at each other outside of meetings with higher ups. He considers them friends, really. Friends that prop their feet up on his desk or lie down on his couch at 1pm for a nap. Seungcheolâs too busy stuffing his face to get after them about any of it right now.Â
âHow was the meeting?â Minghao asks. Objectively, heâs the most responsible of his team and Seungcheol often delegates to him when he canât handle something himself, and is always assured that Minghao will handle it with grace. Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan look totally unconcerned about the meeting that will impact their future workload right now. Theyâll buckle down when they have to, no doubt, but today is not the day.Â
âFine. They have a few more requests for the contract, so I added them to the list for a few weeks from now.â Seungcheol doesnât care if they can understand him through bites. Heâll have to repeat all of this in front of his supervisor and them tomorrow anyway.
âOh! Speaking of which, guess who we ran into?â Chan pipes up. Seungcheol shrugs. He doesnât feel like guessing and it doesnât look like he has to wait long because the three youngest members look excited. âYour friend, Y/N. The one you introduced us to on your birthday? She works in contracts now.â
Seungcheol pauses. Stops chewing all together. Swallows. Drops his chopsticks. And drops his head into his hands. âOh my god,â he mumbles.Â
Thereâs a long pause around the room before Vernon carefully asks, âIs that a bad thing? I thought you two were friends. Did I misread that?â
Seungcheol is still groaning. âWhy me? Why now? What did I do to deserve this?â
Minghaoâs eyes widen, and then heâs standing up, closing Seungcheolâs office door so this little breakdown isnât heard by anyone else. âOkay, whatâs the deal?â Seungcheol doesnât respond and Minghao says his name a little more forcefully.Â
Seungcheol sighs, sitting back up though he looks distressed. His phone rings and he lets it go to voicemail. âItâs a long story,â he says, hoping that theyâll have a short attention span today.
âWhat? Do you guys have history or something?â Seungkwan asks. When Seungcheol is silent, Seungkwan simply mumbles, âOh.â
âYou know, I thought it was a little suspicious that you didnât actually describe someone youâve known your whole life as a friend. We just made the assumption that she was,â Minghao starts. âTell us,â he all but demands.
âNo,â Seungcheol huffs. âGo back to work.â No one moves a muscle, staring at him expectantly. Vernon even appears to be getting more comfortable on the couch. Seungcheol huffs again. âFine. We used to date. Itâs awkward now. End of story.â
Minghao nods, humming. âSo it didnât end well, then.â
Seungcheol scoffs at the man he considers to be his best friend nowadays. âWhat donât you get about âend of storyâ?âÂ
âOh, we get it. We just donât care,â Seungkwan sasses. âNow whatâs the rest of that story? There has to be more.â
Resigned to the fact that they wonât be leaving him alone to crawl in a hole and die anytime soon, Seungcheol leans back in his chair, arms crossed and food forgotten. Y/N had that affect on him, forgetting about food and sleep and everything else important. The phone rings again and he ignores it. Over the ringing, he starts telling them the story.Â
Heâs known her literally since he was born. Their fathers are friends and Seungcheol and Y/N happened to be born a day apart. They were inseparable for their whole lives and started dating when they were in college after he'd pined for an embarrassingly long time. Then came the news that sheâd be moving for grad school. Seungcheol admits he hadn't taken it well and couldnât maintain contact with her once she left. And now she's moved back and every interaction theyâve had to have so far has been totally suffocating to him. But, they share a ton of mutual friends and those interactions are unavoidable.
Thereâs a few beats of silence before Seungkwan runs his mouth again. âAh. So you're not over it, then.â
Anger floods Seungcheolâs veins. âWhat?! Itâs been over three years. Of course, Iâm over it. Iâm better off, in fact,â he insists vehemently. No one says anything and Seungcheolâs lips are falling into a small pout. âItâs just that itâs awkward now. We spent every second together for over 20 years before she left and now I donât feel like I even know her.â
Chan shrugs. âWell, sheâs back. Just get to know her again. I mean, people can change a lot in a few years, but that doesnât mean you canât be friends again.â He makes it sound so simple and it makes Seungcheolâs head feel like it might explode.Â
âNo, I wonât be doing that,â he snaps, frustration bleeding into every word.Â
Minghao nods, shrugging. âFine, donât fix a life long friendship,â he says evenly and it takes Seungcheol aback a bit. âBut can you be civil? Weâll have to work with her department often when this contract freeze is over. She might even take the lead on some of them.â
Seungcheol chews on the inside of his cheek for a long moment before finally saying, âYeah, Iâll be civil.â Not that they needed to know, but the last thing he really wanted to be was mean to you. He just wasnât sure how friendly he could be if it would twist the knife that you left in his chest.Â
~
Itâs been a week since you started working here, and Seungcheol has managed to not see you yet. Not that itâs stopped his team from asking about it every single day. âHave you seen Y/N yet?â âHave you talked to her?â âJust ran into Y/N downstairs!â Heâs been brusque about responding to these little questions and comments, doing his best to appear busy, although his email is slow and his calendar is pretty empty.Â
Itâs Minghao who eventually calls him out for the avoidance. âYou know I can see your calendar, right? And you havenât sent me anything to work on, which usually means you have a good handle on the things on your plate. So how long are you going to avoid seeing her? Sheâs quite literally below our feet.â
Forever, he wants to say at first. He shrugs and says he has some things he needs to get done so Minghao will let him breathe. But the comment gets him thinking because he never would have said that before. Not in a million years - he wasnât attached to you for over 20 years for nothing. Heâs not sure he really means it now. And everything else aside, not popping in to say hi to someone heâs known for over two decades and is now working on the floor right below him is not so civil. Itâs only a matter of time before he runs into you in the hallway, cafeteria, or elevator. And thereâs that pesky meeting on his calendar with your department.Â
So he stops by the tenth floor on his way back up from lunch, knocking on the door after a mini pep talk. Seokmin turns from his computer, greeting him. Seungcheol likes Seokmin. He doesnât know anyone who doesnât. âHey, man. Howâs it going?â
âNot bad. Pretty light load right now,â Seokmin answers. âI hear youâll be changing that soon.â
Seungcheol shrugs good-naturedly with a chuckle. âYeah, unfortunately, itâs part of my job description.â His eyes wander to the other side of the office and he knows itâs yours. Last month, when he stopped by to ask Seokmin a question, the desk was totally empty with not even a desk chair behind it. Now, itâs got a few succulents, a couple pictures, a cup of brightly colored pens. âIs Y/N in today?â
Seokminâs eyes perk up and then Seungcheol hears a little cough behind him. He steps back so you can step inside. âLooking for me?â You give him a little smile, setting a coffee mug on Seokminâs desk and then one on your own.
It kind of burns him up inside how casual you are, but he doesnât know what he expected, so he clears his throat. âYeah. I heard you were working here now, so I thought Iâd come say hi and welcome you, all that stuff.â
âOh! Thatâs nice of you, Seungcheol,â you say in your typical sweet voice, but the words burn him up too. Particularly his full first name. He was never âSeungcheolâ before. Always âCheolâ. The newfound formality makes him squirm.Â
âHow are you settling in? Is Seokmin being a good roommate?â Seungcheol tries to keep his voice light, teasing even.Â
Something in your eyes light up and it kind of feels like a gut punch, because in so many ways it feels the same and it so many ways it feels like it never could be the same again. âOh, Seokminâs great. Weâre besties now.â You pass a friendly smile to Seokmin, who returns it. Yeah, Seungcheol likes Seokmin, but something deep, deep inside him wishes you didnât. He feels stupid for that. You continue on. âAnd as for settling in, there hasn't been much to settle into yet. I hear weâll get something to work on next week though?â
Seungcheol nods. âYeah. Weâll see you guys and Mrs. Jang next week to talk about contract requirements. Nothing crazy. Itâs pretty run of the mill stuff. Weâll see how much you learned in law school.â He hopes it comes off as a joke and not an insult, but he sees the corner of your lips twitch downwards and he knows itâs landed wrong. Heâs way too proud and perhaps a little too bitter still to apologize.Â
Still, you shrug. âIt wasnât cheap or easy, so I hope I learned something.â
That awkwardness that he thinks heâll never get used to with you starts to seep back in, so he makes an excuse that he needs to get back upstairs, waving to you and Seokmin on the way out. Back at his desk, he slumps, head on his desk again. That definitely twisted the knife.Â
~
The meeting twists the knife too. He always knew you were sweet. Heâd watch you effortlessly win people over with your charm all his life and had never felt an ounce of bitterness about it. But still, heâs surprised when you win over his supervisor within just a few minutes before the meeting even starts. Mr. Park is a hard ass and it took Seungcheol nearly two years of tireless work to win his approval and get the management position that he has now. You won him over simply by mentioning your most recent alma mater and speaking fondly of it. Turns out that Mr. Park went there as well for his MBA. Small world.Â
Beyond that, you donât say much in this meeting. Itâs up to Seungcheolâs team to present the contract requirements and hand them off to your department, and itâs a blessedly short meeting because your department will need some time to draft things up and gather questions. Seungcheol takes a long lunch after the meeting to walk around the block and work off the feelings that are bubbling inside of him. He also ignores his teamsâ stares when he passes by their office on the way back to his. They arenât subtle about how every single one of them peer over their cubicle walls like theyâve been waiting for him to come back.Â
Itâs almost time to go home when Minghao comes in by himself. âSo. That went well this morning, didn't it?â He starts conversationally, sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of Seungcheolâs desk.Â
âSure,â Seungcheol says shortly, trying to wrap up an email. âJangâs team has always been good. I didn't expect any trouble.â
âOh, Iâm not concerned about that. I was talking about you being civil with your ex⌠whatever you guys are. You were very smooth, actually. Not that Iâm supposed to tell you, but the kids were taking bets.â
Seungcheol stops typing, looking out of the corner of his eye. âDonât you guys have work to do? Iâm sure there's a rule about betting in the personnel manual anyway.â He doesnât bother reminding Minghao that he's only a year or two older than any of them and calling them âkidsâ is a stretch, regardless of how much more responsibility Minghao pulls around here.
âNo,â Minghao chuckles. âYou havenât assigned us anything this week. Theyâve been playing darts for days. Tournament style. A few people from other departments have joined.â Seungcheol rolls his eyes because he most certainly told them to take that dart board home. He doesnât want to explain to his supervisor or anyone else really. âAnyway, it was a bet about paying for lunch. No money is directly trading hands. I looked it up, itâs technically allowed.â
Seungcheol shakes his head, hitting send and then leaning back in his seat. âDonât make me go to HR to find out if you're right, Hao. Thereâs a difference between âallowedâ and âloopholeâ.â Minghao looks totally unaffected by the threat, so Seungcheol moves on. âWho won the bet then?â
âChan. Seungkwan bet that youâd be mean. Vernon bet that youâd look totally lovesick. Chan bet that youâd be avoidant.âÂ
âAvoidant?â Seungcheol reels back. He canât deny the urge to be both mean and lovesick, but avoidant? âHow did that one win? I sat across from her. I talked to her.âÂ
âNo,â Minghao shakes his head. âYou at no point spoke directly to her. Didnât really look at her either.â Seungcheol falls silent because heâs not sure what to say. âI understand that you didnât want to be honest with the kids, but you know I can keep a secret. So whatâs really going on?â
He feels like heâs 22 again, sitting at the table in his crappy student apartment, about to get a knife shoved in his chest. If only he could go back and give himself a heads up not to think too hard about the future. Heâs looking out of the window behind him when he starts talking. âYou know, I was planning to propose? Maybe not right away, but weâd talked about moving in together and it felt right, you know? Then she rips my heart out and moves across the world a few weeks later. Never mind the fact that weâd been attached at the hip for our whole lives. It would have hurt without the dating.âÂ
Minghao hums sympathetically. âI can understand some bitterness.â Itâs not some, he wants to say. Heâs been choking on it for three years if he thinks about it for too long. âHow long had you been into her?â
Seungcheol shakes his head, shrugging. âA decade? I donât know. It was always going to be her, it seems. Which makes everything harder.â
âMakes some sense,â Minghao says, and Seungcheol snaps his head to him, looking confused. âOf what little dating youâve done since then, nothing has lasted. You didnât seem that interested in the first place, really. It was always going to be her and itâs still her. Thatâs okay, really, if you just come to terms with it.â
That bitterness is constricting his throat more and more by the second. âHow the fuck do I come to terms with that? Iâm angry, Hao. Itâs been three years and Iâm still angry.â
âSo, tell her,â Minghao shrugs. Seungcheol scoffs again, getting sick of how casual his friends are about this. âNo, Iâm serious. Lay it all out on the table so maybe you two can salvage something out of this awkward situation. Youâre telling me you donât want to recover anything with someone youâve known your entire life? Nothing at all? Youâd prefer to pretend she doesn't exist?â
He doesnât know. He couldnât be your friend when you left, and he doesn't think he can be your friend now. The possibility of being more with you again now that youâre back flashes through his mind like you two can pick up where you left off and he wants to light the idea on fire. No, he wants to light himself on fire before he gives you the chance to hurt him like that again. Still, he hates the longing that he feels, thinking about what it was like when it was good. It was good for a long time, even when it was unrequited.Â
Minghao must realize that he wonât get an answer right now, so he slaps the edge of the desk lightly, standing up. âCome on. Weâre going out for drinks. You look like you could use one and youâve probably just been wiggling your mouse all day anyway.â
Seungcheol locks his computer and grabs his things. He could use a few drinks, actually, as long as his friends can avoid this conversation in front of him.Â
~
Seungcheol gets up early on Saturday. Normally, he would sleep in and just do a few things around his apartment that were neglected throughout the week. Maybe go out with his friends later that night. But heâs been tense for weeks now, snapping at little things only to want to wallow in despair later when alone in his office. Minghaoâs bluntly told him heâs being unpleasant, so heâs been hitting the gym harder lately to work out some of this frustration. He plans to go put himself through a long, excruciating work out since he has the time for it today.Â
He runs for way longer on the treadmill than he normally would, but thereâs something satisfying about the thud of his feet hitting the track that keeps him going until he feels unsteady. Heâs dripping sweat by the time he gets to the weights and he stacks them high, going heavier than he usually would. Each pump of iron reduces some of the stress and by the time he walks out, heâs drop dead tired and aching all over, but his mind is blissfully blank.Â
He stops by a coffee shop around the corner and gets his order to-go. When he comes out of the elevator on his apartment floor, he comes to a halt fast. Thereâs a couch in the way. Must be a new neighbor, he thinks. Someone moved out a few months ago and the unit next to his has been vacant since.Â
Seungcheol sips his coffee, patiently watching the couch move. And nearly spits out that coffee all over the couch when he sees whose carrying the tail end of the couch. âMingyu? What are you doing here?â He asks, surprised.Â
Mingyuâs eyes are bright, despite the struggle of maneuvering the couch. âHey, Cheol! Itâs move in day!âÂ
âOh!â Seungcheol cries out. âYouâre moving in? Is Wonwoo coming with you?âÂ
âNo!â Wonwooâs voice echoes down the hall. He must be on the front end of the couch. âI would never want to be your neighbor. We arenât the ones moving anyway,â he laughs.Â
Seungcheol can step out of the elevator now and trails behind them. âMean. I thought we were friends,â he laughs. âWhoâs my new neighbor then? Anyone I know?â He kind of assumes it is since he shares so many mutual friends with them.Â
âHelp us get this around the corner and find out,â Mingyu grunts. Seungcheol drops his things off in his apartment and meets them next door, helping them angle the furniture into the doorway.Â
The couch is inside the main room of the apartment when Wonwoo finally yells out. âHey, come tell us where you want this!âÂ
âComing!â A voice calls out from down the hall. Seungcheolâs stomach drops. Who else would Wonwoo and Mingyu be moving in, now that he thinks about it? You barrel around the corner, lugging a box in your hands. It lands on the floor in the corner with a thud. You look surprised to see him. âOh, hey, Cheol. Joining the move in party?â
He knows you're not serious, but still he shrugs because he's at a loss for words. Wonwooâs clearing his throat to bring the focus back to the task at hand. You gesture to a particular spot and Wonwoo and Mingyu slide it into place. âThat's the last of the big stuff,â Mingyu announces. âJust boxes left now.â He turns to Seungcheol. âGot plans or are you up for a few trips? Y/N has promised beer and pizza as payment.â
Seungcheol doesnât give a shit about beer or pizza or payment. Heâs spiraling a little because he just started feeling better after a long work out, damn it! But heâs never been known to turn down helping you, and he could really use a second work out now. So he makes multiple trips downstairs to the truck, helping them get everything in. And he does stay for a beer and a couple slices of pizza, but is really relieved when he gets a message from Chan asking if anyone wants to go out for drinks. He does, if only to have a good reason to escape your apartment.Â
~
Thereâs a knock on his door on Thursday night. When he opens it, his eyes flare in surprise. You look a little awkward waiting outside. Heâs done some serious avoiding since you moved in on Saturday and either youâve let him or youâre doing your own avoiding up until now. Still, he gives you an awkward smile. âHey, Y/N. Whatâs up?â
âSorry to bother you,â you start, shifting from foot to foot. âI just checked the mail and found a note that a package was delivered, but I think it might have actually come to you? Did you happen to get anything?â
He holds the door open, gesturing for you to step inside. âI got something, but haven't looked at it yet. Come in and Iâll check.â
You trail after him to his small dining room table that resembles more of a desk, what with the clutter of mail, an assortment of snacks, and a laptop. Seungcheolâs kept his second room as a spare bedroom because his friends like to crash here when they go out, so this has become an impromptu workspace over the years. Still, he tries to subtly organize things as he reaches for the small package, picking it up to read the label. âOh yeah, this is for you,â he says, handing it over.Â
âThanks,â you say, relieved. An awkward beat passes and you look like you might bail now that you have what you came here for. But Seungcheol opens his mouth first for some unknown reason.
âHow are you settling in?âÂ
Your shock is clear for a split second but you recover quickly. âOh, itâs fine. Nicer than the apartment I had back in California, that's for sure. Thanks for asking.â
âOf course.â Heâs surprised by how he means it. âLet me know if I can help with anything as you get unpacked.â
You don't recover from your shock this time. âYouâd⌠do that? Help me, I mean.â
His eyebrows furrow. âY/N, when have I ever not helped you? Iâve been doing that since before we both could walk.âÂ
Your eyes look a little watery as you bite your lip. Itâs a look heâs seen before and it tugs at his heartstrings a little. âI just figured things might have changed too much for that to be true anymore, you know? I would understand if it has.â
Your acceptance that he might not want to be in your life anymore twists the knife more than any of your casualness since youâve moved back. It makes him angry because he never wanted space from you in the first place. Sternly he says, âIt hasnât changed. Not like that anyway. Just call or come over, okay?âÂ
After a few beats, you finally nod. âThanks, Cheol. And thanks for the package. Iâll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Have a good night, okay?â He watches you close the door behind you on your way out, but he doesnât move for a long time. Itâs hours later while heâs lying in bed when he remembers. He grabs his phone off the charger, unblocking you on everything. Itâs kind of hard for you to reach out for help if he doesnât do that. And he kind of hopes you will call, even if it just for a package mixed up in the mail. Even if it hurts to be around you, because Seungcheol realizes Minghaoâs been right with all of his lectures lately. He should really try to salvage something with you.
~
You send him a text the following Sunday. Initially, youâre trying to make sure he still has the same number - which he does. Then you ask if heâs up for hanging some things on the wall for you. You say youâll feed him as payment, but that has so little to do with him sliding on shoes and walking next door at 10am. You actually look happy to see him when you open your door, not just neutral like you have been since moving back.Â
âHey, Cheol. Come on in.â Once heâs in and his shoes are off, youâre leading him to your kitchen. âThanks for doing this. Wonwooâs threatened me not to climb on anything, which would make it nearly impossible for me to do this myself.â
This brings some levity to the situation for Seungcheol in a weird way. Lovingly making fun of her clumsiness, just like he did for years and years before she left. The familiarity is warm and suffocating at the same time, but still he chuckles. âAnd heâs right for threatening you about that. Youâd be dangerous on a ladder or stool.â
Youâre chuckling too, placing a mug of coffee in front of him. âI know. I ruin everything. Iâd probably put extra holes in the wall too before I break a bone. Pancakes okay?âÂ
âSure,â Seungcheol shrugs, sipping on his coffee. It brings a stupid wave of emotions because you remembered how he likes his coffee and has prepared it to perfection. He tells himself that itâs because you have years of practice in college and it shouldnât be something special but it is. Heâs thankful that you have your back turned, grabbing things from the cabinet, and miss that itâs made him a little misty-eyed. âHow are you liking the job?âÂ
You glance over your shoulder and shrug. âItâs alright.â
Your disinterested tone surprises him. He assumes you took this job because it was a direction you wanted to go after graduating, but you lack the passion he would have expected if that was the case. âNot what you had in mind?â
âNo, itâs not that,â you drawl out, sighing. âMy number one priority was coming home. In some ways, I took the first offer I got to do so. Iâm not sure exactly what I want to do with my degree now that I have it.â Your laugh is incredibly humorless and heâs sure your expression would crush him if he could see it. âIsnât that stupid?â
âNo,â he says genuinely. It does burn him up inside to think that you might have left for nothing in a way, but he never wants to tell you that. In moments of clarity while you were gone, he did feel some pride that you were pursuing something you seemed passionate about. And on the heels of that, regrets that he didnât just tell you that when you made your little announcement. âWhen did that change though? A few years ago, you were so excited for the program and where it would take you.â
He sees your shoulders tense at the mention of the breakup, no matter how delicately he was trying to tiptoe around it. But any discussion of her leaving would always tie back to that. âI guess I didnât realize how many different things I could do with my degree outside of being a lawyer. I always had this image that Iâd take the bar and find a practice and be in court everyday. I was about halfway through my degree when I realized the traditional career path might not be for me. Everyone keeps asking when Iâm taking the bar and Iâm not sure what to tell them, because it might be never now.â
Seungcheol mulls this over for a long time, letting you mix the batter, pour it into the pan, wait, flip, repeat. You have a decent stack of pancakes before he finally speaks. âThatâs okay, Y/N. You shouldnât stress about that. I mean, look at Jang. Sheâs got a law degree and has been in Contracts for longer than weâve been alive. The non-traditional path is fine.â
âMaybe,â you mumble, flipping off the burner and bringing the full plate over to him. âWant anymore coffee? Fruit?â Itâs clear to him that this part of the conversation is over, so he lets you bounce around the kitchen for a few things before finally sitting across from him. That tinge of awkwardness is still ever present, but heâs relieved that you two can move on to something else. Wonwoo and Mingyu. Seokmin. Seungcheolâs friends. Law school. It sort of, kind of, maybe feels like he can be your friend again, even if it looks and feels a little different.Â
After breakfast, he helps you clean up. Then he lets you hand him dozens of things to hang throughout the apartment. Your diplomas. Photos of your family. Photos of you and your brothers. A few of you and him as kids, teenagers, and college students, which makes him misty-eyed again. A couple with what he assumes were friends from law school. A few of you and Jeonghan, someone you both went to high school with.Â
âDidnât know you knew Jeonghan that well,â he asks, hoping it sounds casual.Â
âWe went to law school in California together. We were close. Still are.âÂ
Seungcheol does his best to mask his awkwardness by teasing. âHe had a massive crush on you back in high school, you know?â
You chuckle, handing him another thing to hang. âHe told me.â
âDidnât make a move, did he?â Heâs joking, at first anyway. But youâre quiet as you hand him the next thing.Â
âI guess? We dated for a while. Not that he told me about that crush until it was already over,â you finally admit.Â
The knife twists. âOh. Well, Iâm sure heâs bummed you left.â He bites his tongue immediately because he didn't mean it like that. Your silence tells him you took it exactly how he wished you didnât. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean it like that,â he mumbles, abandoning the pride that would usually keep him biting his tongue.Â
You shake your head up at him. âIt was deserved. Iâm sorry if itâs awkward to talk about him. Or anything really.â
He focuses on the hook on the back of the next frame. âIt shouldnât be. Of course you dated while you were in California.â
Another pregnant pause. âDid you date?â
He shrugs and itâs genuinely casual because thereâs not much to say. âHere and there. Nothing really stuck.â
You hum. âThatâs it, I think. Get off the stool before you fall.â
The scolding makes him laugh. âIâm not you. I wonât be falling off.â Still, he climbs down, returning the stool to the kitchen. You meet him at the door, probably assuming he wants to go since heâs been here for hours now. âThank you, again. Youâve kept my baby brother off my back for now.âÂ
The lightheartedness of the comment crushes him for so many reasons, but mostly that he spent years keeping Wonwoo and Mingyu, and often Bohyuk, off your back. Another thing thatâs familiar. He desperately tries to match your lightheartedness when he says, âNo problem. You know where to find me.â
At least later today youâll know where to find him, anyway. He changes into gym clothes and hides out at the gym, working out until he canât work out anymore.Â
~
Itâs Christmas and the tradition has always been for the Jeons and Chois to get together. They did it when Seungcheol and his brother and you and your brothers were kids, and itâs a tradition that theyâve maintained despite all of the kids being in their 20s now.Â
Seungcheol offers to drive you to this get-together. Heâs been doing that a lot lately, often times without realizing before the words are out of his mouth. If itâs raining or snowing, heâs offering to drive you to and from work because itâs right there. When the two of you go out with Wonwoo and Mingyu for dinner, heâs driving you home because itâs literally right there. When he needs to go to the grocery store, he asks you if you need anything or want to tag along, because itâs right there. You get the point. Youâre right there and he can never seem to forget it.
So Seungcheol waits in your living room while you finish getting ready. Heâs already got the gifts you both have purchased for everyone in the car. You come down the hall in a whirlwind, flinging on a coat over your Christmas sweater, tugging on boots. âIâm ready, Iâm ready!âÂ
It makes him laugh genuinely. The awkwardness has faded for the most part, replaced by warmth, much like it was before you left. âNot like theyâre going to start with out us.â
You scoff, grabbing your bag. âA very Leo attitude of you to have.â
âAnd you don't have that attitude?â He chortles, meeting you at the door, taking your keys from you to lock up since you seem frazzled.Â
You snort. âNo. Have you met my brothers? Bohyuk will eat both your portion and mine before we can get there if they don't watch him.âÂ
âYou act like both my parents and yours arenât making enough to feed a small army,â Seungcheol scoffs again, leading you into the parking garage. When both of you arrive, it's kind of like you never left. There are even moments where he forgets that you actually did. Watching you put your youngest brother in a headlock for stealing food off your plate. Wonwoo replacing the food from his own plate while you have your back turned. You getting Seungcheol a drink when you get up to get a refill for yourself. Seungcheolâs older brother Seungmin even comments that itâs like the four of you are still children. Mentions of law school canât even touch the good mood Seungcheolâs in when you both walk to the car much, much later that night to go home.Â
Youâre a little bit giggly when you collapse into the front seat and he canât help but chuckle. âBaby, I think you had a little too much eggnog.â You roll your eyes dramatically, tugging on your seat belt to try buckling it. It's not going well, so Seungcheol leans into the passenger side to do it for you. âSo stubborn,â he chuckles again. âWatch your arm,â he warns, closing the door. Once in his own seat he starts up the car, blasts the heat, and gets on the road. âDid you have fun? First Christmas back with everyone.â
âI did,â you sniffle, and it makes his head snap to you. Thatâs right. You cry when you drink. The tiniest mention of something that makes you emotional balloons into tears. Heâd lost count of how many times heâd let you curl up into his side until the emotion had passed, soothing you along the way. He canât do that, because heâs driving and because it wouldnât be a good idea anyway. So he reaches over, palm up for you to hold and you do on instinct. âI missed it. Holidays here, I mean. Hannie and Joshua tried to make Christmas fun there, but it wasnât the same, you know?â
âI can imagine,â he says soothingly. âIt was nice though. You hadnât seen Bohyuk yet since you moved back, right?âÂ
âHeâs a little shit,â you chuckle, but Seungcheol knows the statement is full of love. âIt was nice to see Seungmin, too. I hadnât seen him in a long time.â
Seungcheol hums. âHe asks about you all the time. Says he always thought you were a sweet kid.â
âIâm sweet now,â you whine.
This makes a laugh bubble up Seungcheolâs throat. âI know you are, baby.â
You hum, looking kind of sleepy as you lean your head back. âYou havenât called me that in a long time.â
Seungcheol blinks, then realizes what he's said. Not once, but twice. He drives for a few long seconds in silence. âIâm sorry. It slipped. Habit, I guess.â
Youâre sniffling again. âNo, I like it. It reminds me that maybe you don't hate me.â
Heâs lost in thought for the next few minutes, parking in the garage, leading you inside. He takes your keys from you, letting you into your apartment. He helps you change because heâs seen it all already and youâre totally unfazed by it. He helps you get into bed, tucking you in a bit. Youâre already half asleep when he strokes your hair a few times. âI donât hate you. Get some sleep, okay?â
âOkay. Thanks, Cheol.â He can barely make your words out before youâre really out like a light.Â
The gym is closed so he just lies in bed staring at the ceiling for a while. Itâs true. He doesnât hate you. Could never, really. He just doesnât know what that means.Â
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Unrequited Love, Lots Of Blow, and a Visit From Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man
CW; self-harm, sexual mentions, drug use, mental illness yadayadayada.
This was kind of a vent in some weird way. Crashed out earlier and had to write something to cope.
Logan woke up to the sound of something(s) shattering. Again.
âGoddammit, Wade,â he muttered, dragging himself off the couch. It wasnât even 8 AM, and his roommate was already tearing through the place like a tornado.
Roommate. Logan still wasnât sure how the hell that had happened. Wade had been crashing at his place âjust for a few daysâ six months ago, and somehow, heâd never left. Logan had considered kicking him out more times than he could count, but something about the mercenaryâs manic energy��and the raw, broken humanity underneath itâkept him from following through.
Logan pushed open the door to Wadeâs bedroom, which looked like a war zone. Clothes, weapons, and takeout containers were scattered everywhere, and Wade stood in the middle of it, panting, holding the remnants of a lamp in his hand.
âMorning, sunshine,â Logan grunted. âWhatâs this about?â
Wade didnât look at him. His face was bare, his scars catching the dim morning light. âIt was an ugly lamp anyway.â The more Logan looked, the more was wrong. There was blood, literally everywhere. The bathroom mirror was broken, glass and MORE blood everywhereâ the living room was a disheveled mess, a broken bottle of Jack, and a shattered cup like Wade had just grabbed the first thing that was near.
Logan crossed his arms. âYou gonna tell me whatâs really going on, or should I start charging you for broken furniture?â
Wade flinched, then dropped the lamp base to the floor with a clatter. âWhatâs the point, huh? You donât care.â
Logan frowned. âYou think Iâd let you live here if I didnât care?â
Wade laughed, sharp and bitter. âLetâs not kid ourselves, Logan. You let me stay because you feel sorry for me. Big, bad Wolverine, taking pity on the ugly stray.â He gestured to himself. âWell, guess what? I donât need your charity! Iâll leaveâ and like you said, itâs âGodâs best joke that I canât dieâ and itâs on all of us!â Even though dying is all he wished he could do.
Logan stepped forward, his voice low and steady. âThis about the girl?â
That did it. Wadeâs head snapped up, his eyes blazing. âOh, so you did notice. Good for you, Sherlock.â He took a shaky breath, his words spilling out in a torrent. âYeah, itâs about her- and everything else- and- and, Itâs about how youâve been all smiles and soft eyes around her. How you go out on these little dates, come home smelling like flowers and happiness or whatever the hell normal people do!â
Logan raised an eyebrow. âYou jealous?â
Wade barked out a laugh, but it sounded more like a sob. âOh, Iâm so jealous, Logan. Not because I want her or anythingâGod, no. Iâm jealous because sheâs⌠sheâs normal. Sheâs pretty, and soft, and someone you could actually care about.â
His voice cracked, and his hands clenched into fists. âNot like me. Not like this.â He gestured to his scarred face, his mismatched, worn-down body. âYou could never like something like me, right, Logan?â
Logan stared at him, his expression unreadable. For a moment, the room was silent except for Wadeâs heavy breathing, his manic pacing, his sniffles.
âYou done?â Logan finally asked.
Wade blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
âI said, are you done?â Logan stepped closer, his voice gruff but calm. âBecause if youâre waiting for me to tell you youâre wrong, Iâm not gonna do it.â
Wadeâs face crumpled, but Logan kept going.
âYouâre a pain in the ass, Wade. Youâre loud, and messy, and half the time, I donât know whether to strangle you or buy you a drink.â He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âBut youâre wrong about one thing. I donât let you stay here because I feel sorry for you. I let you stay because youâre worth putting up with.â
Wade looked up, his eyes glassy. âYouâre just saying that to make me stop crying and breaking things!â
Logan snorted. âTrust me, Iâm not the type to say things I donât mean. And I donât give a damn what you look like.â
Wade swallowed hard, his hands shaking. âI donât believe you.â
Logan grabbed him by the shoulders, his grip firm but not unkind. âThen believe this: If I didnât want you here, you wouldnât be here. Got it?â
Wade nodded slowly, his breath hitching.
âGood,â Logan said, letting go and stepping back. âNow clean this mess up before I start charging you for rent.â
But Wade didnât move and inch. He just looked down at the floor, and cried and cried. He just stood there, vulnerable, without any quips or witty comments to defend himself. Logan thought it was a pain in the ass, but he was still himselfâ empathetic no matter just how much he wanted to just tell the son of a bitch to get out.
âWade?â He was sort of at a loss for words. Wade having outbursts wasnât anything newâ but just⌠standing there, crying. That was a sight to behold. His expression dropped,
âYou have no idea, Logan.â
âYou think youâre special, bub? Iâve been alive for two-hundred fucking years. I saw the invention of machine guns for one. You have no fucking clue what ideas I have, Wade.â
Wade finally looked up at him, his milky, yellowed eyes glazed over.
âDo you think Iâm hideous?â
âWhat? I just said I donât give a shit what you look like.â
âThat wasnât my question. I didnât ask if you cared- I asked if Iâm hideous.â
Logan gave him a once over. Wade already had the answer made up in his mind regardless of what Logan said.
He didnât think Wade was hideous, but he wasnât in attracted to him by any means.
âOkay, Wade! Yes, fine, youâre hideousâ thatâs what you wanna hear right?! Seems like youâve already made up your damn mind about the answer.â
Wade gave a half smile, and then just turned on his heel and left, slamming the door so hard it made the whole apartment vibrate.
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And then weeks passed, and Wade never returned. Heâd left all his things there, and Logan considered throwing them out after a while. Heâd even left his mask on the couch, which Wade never left without.
Annie was her name, the girl. Soft, brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair, and a round face full of freckles. She wore blouses and skirts, and wedges with white little bows on top.
And Logan liked her. Loved her even. Fell for her harder than heâd wanted to. At first their relationship was casualâ cute little dates that made Logan feel normal. And the best partâ she was a mutant too. It was nothing impressive, mild telekinetic abilities. She could lift small objects from across the room and shut doors without touching them.
She was peaceful, and domestic and a soft body to lay on. He felt safe with her. Sheâd spend nights at his place since Wade had left- cooked food for him and let him rest his head on her lap while he stroked his head. Things had gotten serious between them in the weeks Wade had been gone.
They had hot, passionate, electrifying sex- made each other laugh so hard they cried and kissed- and then had more sex. Logan would take her against the counter, in the bathroom, on the couch, in the bedroom. Parts of their lives mingled together. Some of his stuff stayed at her place, and parts of her lived at Loganâs. It was unlike anything heâd had in a long long time.
Meanwhile Wade had been doing as much blow as possible and fucking off. Logan wasnât the only one who hadnât heard from him. Nobody had. He was torturing himself. He knew he couldnât die, but he could feel pain. One night heâd played Russian roulette with himself off so much coke it would kill a normal human. He savored what intoxication he could get from alcohol for a couple minutes before the joy was killed by his healing factor.
Heâd shoot himself in the head, blow his brains out only to come right back with only half the memories. Heâd slit his own throat to choke and watch his ever replenishing blood gush out. Heâd cut his fingers off one by one after each line, only to watch them grow back after a couple of hours.
He hadnât showered in weeks, and smelled like death, blood and straight ass. He didnât change his clothes, didnât speak to anyone. Just restarted the same routine he did when Vanessa died. Trying to kill himself but never really dying.
Oh how he missed her. He wondered what she would say to him now, what she would think of who he was. He wondered if sheâd be horrified seeing him, or if sheâd have loved him anyway. Heâd escaped the Weapon X program only to find out from Weasel that sheâd been shot and robbed while hooking after heâd disappeared.
Heâd had a couple years to reconcile with that⌠only to fall in love with Logan. What a fucking idiot he was, right?
Unrequitedâ though he knew Logan had considered him⌠sort of a friend.
Wade knew he was a pain in the ass, and pissed himself off too most of the time.
It didnât matter though. He was hundreds of miles away from his life now, taking his shit show all the way to New York City, in the good old United States of America.
â
The New York alley smelled like garbage and rain, a mixture Wade found oddly comforting. The dumpster beneath him was cold and sticky in a way he didnât want to think too hard about, but it didnât matter. He was home. Or something like it.
He lay flat on his back, arms spread out like he was trying to make a snow angel on the grimy metal surface. His mask was half-pulled up, just enough to let him belt out an off-key rendition of Total Eclipse of the Heart.
âThereâs nothing I can dooooo⌠a total eclipppse of the heaaaart!â he howled, his voice echoing through the narrow alley.
Somewhere nearby, a rat squeaked in protest.
âYouâve got an audience,â came a voice from above.
Wade froze mid-note, craning his neck back to see a familiar figure hanging upside down by a thin strand of webbing. The bright red-and-blue suit was unmistakable.
âSpidey!â Wade gasped, sitting up so fast he nearly fell off the dumpster. He was hopped up on cocaine, meth, angel dust, anything heâd managed to get his hands on tonight. âMy second-favorite insect-themed hero! What brings you to my garbage palace?â
Spider-Man tilted his head, his maskâs lenses narrowing. âYouâre laying on a dumpster and singing power ballads. Should I be concerned, or is this just a Tuesday for you?â
âWednesday, actually,â Wade corrected, wagging a finger. âAnd Iâm celebrating my triumphant return to the Big Apple! Came here with nothing but a bag of cash and a dream. And maybe some mild emotional baggage. But mostly the cash.â
Spider-Man flipped down to the ground, landing lightly. âIâm pretty sure that was illegal cash.â
âWhat isnât, these days?â Wade said, waving him off. âBesides, itâs not like Iâm hurting anyone. Unless you count your ears.â
Spider-Man crossed his arms. âYouâre avoiding the question. Why are you really here, Wade?â
Wade leaned back against the dumpster, sighing dramatically. âYou wouldnât understand. Itâs a tale as old as time. Boy meets mutant, mutant moves in, mutant gets jealous of said boyâs weirdly functional romantic life and flees to New York to sulk in an alley and reevaluate his choices.â
Spider-Man blinked. âOkay, wow. Thatâs⌠more personal than I expected.â
âYeah, well, welcome to the Deadpool Show.â Wade gestured broadly at himself. âWe like to keep things raw and unscripted. Keeps the audience engaged.â
Spider-Man crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. âLook, I know we donât⌠vibe exactly, but you seem like youâre going through something. Do you need help?â
Wade laughed, a sharp, hollow sound. âOh, Spidey, my sweet, built like a gymnast summer child. Iâm beyond help. Iâm like a car thatâs been totaled, set on fire, and then run over by a tank. But thanks for asking.â
âYouâre not that bad,â Spider-Man said, though his tone was hesitant.
âAw, you think Iâm redeemable,â Wade said, clutching his chest. âYouâre adorable! Like a little web-slinging therapist.â
âSeriously, Wade. You donât have to do⌠this,â Spider-Man said, gesturing to the dumpster and the alley. âWhateverâs going on, thereâs got to be a better way to deal with it than running away and singing â80s ballads in the rain.â
âIt wasnât raining when I got here,â Wade pointed out. âBut, fine, Iâll bite. What do you suggest, Dr. Spidey?â
Spider-Man hummed, rubbing the back of his neck. âI donât know. Maybe talk to the person youâre running from instead of hiding out here. Have an actual conversation.â
Wade snorted. âYou think Iâm the âtalking about my feelingsâ type? Adorable. Really, top marks for optimism. I already tried- got blood all over the poor guysâ apartment and broke his mirror⌠Oh- you know Wolverine- Wolvie- Logan? Yeah heâs alive again and I haaaave itttt bad, Spidey.â
Spider-Man sighed. âWolverine⌠like? Like⌠The X-menâs Wolverine? He died! How the hell is he alive again?â wait, donât tell me he came from a different universe or something.â
Wade tilted his head, clicked his tongue and made finger guns, âDing Ding Ding! Thatâs exactly right.â He dropped his hands but remained looking up, studying Spider-Man for a long moment. âYouâre way too good for this city, you know that? Itâs like watching a Disney protagonist in Gotham.â
âIâll take that as a compliment,â Spider-Man said dryly.
Wade slid off the dumpster, landing with a flourish. âFine. You win. I absolutely cannot go back to Canada anytime soon butâ I will try to stop doing massive amounts of narcotics and cutting off my limbs are even though they just regrow.â
âYouâre really a strange guy, you know that, Wade?â
âYesâ quite intimately actually. Very large part of the reason Iâm torturing myself out here in the good old United States of America.â
Spider-Man rolled his eyes. âQuit your sulking, grab my hand.â
Wade raised a⌠well⌠what would be his eyebrow if he had any, but said, âFuck it,â and took his hand.
Suddenly, he was suspended in the air, wind whipping past his ears as they swung through the towering skyline of New York. Wade let out a loud, exaggerated scream. âOH MY FUCK, SPIDEY, THIS IS THE CLOSEST IâVE BEEN TO FLYING SINCE THAT TIME I STRAPPED FIREWORKS TO MY BACKPACK!â
âWhy does that not surprise me?â Spider-Man shouted back, his voice barely audible over the rush of the wind.
âBECAUSE IâM AN ICON OF CHAOS!â Wade cackled, twisting his body mid-swing to strike a pose, one hand outstretched dramatically. âLOOK AT ME! IâM PETER PAN BUT WITH MORE TRAUMA!â
Spider-Man groaned. âDo you ever stop talking?!â
âDo you ever stop being an uptight boy scout?â Wade shot back.
Spider-Man didnât dignify that with an answer, instead twisting midair and flinging a web to the next building. The sudden shift sent Wade swinging wildly, his legs flailing.
âWhoa, whoa, WHOA!â Wade yelled, clutching Spider-Manâs arm like a terrified cat. âCareful there, Spandex Man! Some of us are delicate flowers who bruise easily!â
âYou literally canât die,â Spider-Man said, exasperated.
âEmotionally, Spidey!â Wade quipped. âEmotionally!â
Spider-Man sighed, expertly landing on a rooftop and depositing Wade less-than-gently on the gravel.
Wade sprawled out on his back, catching his breath. âThat was either the most fun Iâve ever had, or Iâm having a stroke. Maybe both.â
Spider-Man stood over him, hands on his hips. âYouâre impossible.â
âHa! Logan says that too!â Wade sat up, pulling his mask back down. âSo, whatâs the plan, boss? You didnât just web-nap me for a heart-to-heart, did you?â
Spider-Man crossed his arms. âI didnât exactly plan this. But youâre clearly in a mood, and I figured some fresh air might knock some sense into you.â
âAw,â Wade cooed, âyou do care about me! Admit it. Iâm growing on you, like a sexy barnacle.â
âDonât push it.â
Wade leaned back on his hands, glancing out at the city below. The lights of New York twinkled like stars, and for a rare moment, he was quiet.
ââŚItâs kind of nice up here,â he said after a beat.
Spider-Man sat down beside him, still keeping a cautious distance. âYeah. It is.â
They sat in companionable silence for a while, the noise of the city far below fading into the background.
Finally, Wade broke the silence. âYou ever feel like youâre just⌠too much? Like youâre this big, messy disaster that everyone tolerates but no one really wants around?â
Spider-Man glanced at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability. âI think a lot of people feel like that sometimes., and trust me, youâre definitely a disaster. But⌠you donât have to be.â
Wade turned to him, his tone light but his voice just a little too tight. âWow, Spidey, youâre really laying on the compliments tonight. If I didnât know better, Iâd say you were trying to seduce me.â He said, sarcastically.
Spider-Man rolled his eyes. âOkay, and weâre back to that.â He blushed under his mask, a bit bashful. Everything was an innuendo to Wade somehow.
âHey,â Wade said, nudging him with his elbow. âThanks for this. The swing, the chat, the unsolicited life advice⌠itâs nice to know someoneâs got my back, even if you are a dork in pajamas.â
Spider-Man smirked under his mask. âAnytime, Wade. Just⌠try not to end up sulking on a dumpster again, okay?â
âWhat a sweetie pie you are, Peter.â
âHow the hell do you know my name? Itâs not like yours is a secret⌠but I thought I was doing a good job at this secret identity thingâŚâ
âIâm a mercenary, I know everything even if I donât want to.â
Peter huffed. âThatâs not an answer but⌠okay, Wade.â
Wade huffed and then tried to push his luck.
âI donât suppose your kindness extends past swinging⌠like- a place to-â
âAbsolutely not.â
âOh come onnnnn! I thought you were all about being helpful.â
âHey- Iâm all for giving a little support but how do I know you wonât just break my stuff too?â
âOne night?â
Peter bit his bottom lip under his mask in thought.
âUgh, youâre such an ass. Give you an inch and it turns into a mile.â
Wade just stared at him, expecting.
âFine! One night and then youâre back to whatever you have been doing.â
#deadclaws#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool x wolverine#fanfiction#deadpool movie#logan howlett#logan x wade#marvel#wade wilson#poolverine#spideypool#peter parker#angst with a happy ending#spiderman#spiderman x deadpool#deadpool torturing himself#unrequited love#xmen#marvel fanfiction#spiderpool
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iâm not gonna lie⌠iâm lost here. is this supposed to be an 4nt1/cr1t1c4l post? if so, i genuinely donât understand the point being made.
is it that playful banter is a bad thing? is it that being too hands-on violates unspoken boundaries? the message is so unclear to my autistic assâŚ
oh, wait, OP provided tags:
so aside from the fact that they are absolutely not sisters by default, least of all canonically (even if you do interpret them that way somehow), nor was it ever intended by nate stevenson, iâm still having trouble figuring out how this is problematic.
in which ways is lighthearted touch totally contradictory to passionate kissing/caressing? why canât partners who are dating do both, especially in different cultural environments such as the horde where intimacy is discouraged and friendly sparring with familiar peers is a safe expression? if itâs so different, what are we as the audience supposed to interpret from their style of physical affection by the final season? side note, but arenât we supposed to consider the latest version of anything in general as the most accurate?
now i have a question lol, did you take this moment literally at her word, and all the other times she repeated it?
also, my friend just pointed out that this is the classic homophobic talking point of "they seem to just be very good friends! they were roommates!" lmao. i've never agreed with accusing anyone who cr1t1c1z3s catradora of lesbophobia, which i'm not doing necessarily, because that's simply not how it works, however i found this funny and partially true so i'm keeping it in.
the lip bite was included unintentionally đ
anyway, as iâve discussed on this blog before, iâm very arospec and itâs inseparably intwined with my identity itself; i also project that onto catra. something we often bring up in that community, is romance-favorability (as its own spectrum of range all the way to blatant repulsion btw) â which is a personal preference thatâs defined as exactly as it sounds like and occasionally revolves around fictional depiction as separate from one's own reality â and arguably more importantly, amatonormativity â which is an arbitrary set of rules for romantic expectations set up by an alloromantic society. this is typically thought of as common denial of the idea that someone could actually want to separate themself from needing a life partner in marriage, but can very much be applied to an annoying list of what draws the line between romantic & platonic relationships. that line is very individualistic and is to be decided on such a level only, and it doesnât even get into what queerplatonic means, a concept saved for another day!
my point is, the OP seems to be trying to claim that catradora objectively cannot be read as romantic because their dynamic growing up & early-on in the story doesnât perfectly meet socially-constructed standards of what that should look like. i say we need to eradicate those standards altogether! itâs up to catradora to decide what they are, if anything specific at all, not us as the audience â assuming they couldâve had the words at their disposal to knowingly describe it. going back to my earlier paragraph above about how limited they were in the fright zone, iâll borrow a quote from a comment i made on one of my recent reblogged posts (which is a great meta on how their mutual desire was uh... definitely not platonic):
"Catra and Adoraâs desire for one another is shown in a variety of ways, mostly indirect. There are a lot of glances - until season 5, not the kind of open leering at one another that weâd seen between other characters. Mostly itâs fairly playful - wiggled or cocked eyebrows, glances at each other while smirking, that kind of thing, or really intense and somewhat angry glares when theyâre fighting."
it's really bothering me that i can't recall where i read this from before, but someone analyzed before how, growing up, catra & adora didn't have a good sense of how to label their relationship with accurate terminology despite being subconsciously aware that they, whether they knew the other reciprocated or not, loved each other "like that." unfortunately, they couldn't further explore it because such love & affection was seen as a punishable weakness in the horde, so they resorted to the only safe option they seemed to have, which was subtle body language and play-fighting as [testudoaubrei-blog] described above.
also, since this screenshot is included in that post... i would be amused to read an explanation of how THIS LOOK from catra is "platonic with a capital P", because i'm not even sure if it's up for debate to be quite honest with you:
ESPECIALLY with the "i always have!" line (which 4nt1s like to doubt, but i don't care, it's official!):
#spop#she ra#she-ra#she-ra and the princesses of power#catradora#catra#adora#catra x adora#s3#season three#3x05#analysis#meta#discourse#aromantic#arospec#romance favorable#amatonormativity
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After looking at armor sets from D2 Y1 all the way to now it really
some people who design armor sets really understand how the Shape Language of the classes work and can exaggerate or tweak them in ways while still being On Model if you will.
And some people have no idea wtf is going on and they just make 3 armor sets that fit a theme but break the Shape Language.
Eververse event or crossover ornaments are except from being On Model for the most part because they need to Look Like The Thing they're referencing. Raid armor is also mostly exempt bc raid armor gets... weird.
Titans have the most consistent Shape Language across the years. There are very few 'wtf were they thinking??' moments looking at their armor. When I do see inconsistencies it's done so in a way where the person who made the armor actually like... considered why. It was purposeful (or are event armor). Like Big Shoulder Pads and heavy leg armor is a Titan Thing and its consistent across all their armor. They also have a very distinct helmet Shape Language that idk how many people pick up on but it is CRAZY how many Titan helms are just the exact same helm with some bits added to it.
Warlocks have the most variance of their main armor piece; the robe. Mostly because 1. you can't see their pants most of the time and 2. their arm armor is literally just their lower arms so variation is quite small. They have a few Robe Families that are drawn from repeatedly; open robe around the leg, open robe with a drape in the middle (this one was very popular during the WQ year), fully open jacket. They also have very distinct helmet shapes much like Titans except Warlocks have two. They have the one where it's like a flat plate in the front and then a fin along the top back edge. Very iconic shapes for Warlocks.
This post mainly started out to complain about Hunter helmets and cloaks then I got to appreciating Titan and Warlocks having some On Point Shape Language. So I'm gonna complain about Hunter Stuff as a Shitty Hunter Main
Mostly its in that they're giving Hunter helmets eyes now. A LOT more Hunter helmets have false eyes now where as in the first 6-7 years of D2 there were NO eyes. We had goggles or approximation of goggles or like ski-mask looking things. But now there are straight up just weird eyes on Hunter helmets. Goggles/ski masks/gas masks are part of the Unifying Shape Language for Hunter helmets along with just like Nothingness (cloth over the face, a featureless dome, etc) and have been since D1. So seeing EYES on helmets is fucking weird.
Also Hunter Shape Language has a hood and a cape but I don't think most armor designers... know what to do with it to make it unique. We have a LOT of hoods which are all kinda similar where they just... kinda put a thing on it. Solar cloak, every Solstice of Heroes cloak, whatever the fuck is going on in the Season of Wish cloak. Sometimes the add ons make sense and look good and sometimes... bro what are you doing??? They're doing it more in modern seasons, older seasons don't have this issue. And it just... breaks the Shape Language of what Hunters are. They're supposed to be forward scouts, living in the woods and shit. Do you know how many branches I'd bash my head into wearing this fucking thing???
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will zero finally go back to school... stay tuned and find out
#not to keep using this blog as a diary but ANYWAYS#so got confirmation i'm basically in the middle exit phase so my last day will probably be in mid-december#which is actually really good timing all things considered#so i can either plan to get a new job at the beginning of the new year OR think about going back to school#starting during spring is kind of awkward so unless I find a really good situation i'd probably go for fall of 2024#tuition is obviously something i have to think hard about since i'm also balancing a mortgage... but the benefit of me doing nothing but#work my ass off for the last 4 years is that i do have the money saved. like unless i go to a super prestigious school i can most likely#afford it on my own. ofc the question is am i willing to spend it all for a degree that might not even be of any benefit to me. who knows#i also don't even know what i'd go back for. it wouldn't be pure CS but probably something adjacent or bio-related#another reason I want to go back to school is honestly for social reasons. networking and finding new friends#i'm not the most outgoing person but in an academic environment i was infinitely better at socializing than I am now lmao#and sharing classes with folks will definitely help. i'd definitely pick up TAing again as well if possible#i also talked with my manager a bit about this and he was also like yeah at your age and situation now is actually a really good time#anyways. we shall see#0.txt
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