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qwertyfingers · 3 years

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we know that bobby only watched ds9 and dean watched the tos movies for sure which implies he's seen tos as well (plus he calls jack spock). so what do you think everyone's favorite trek is? sam is without a doubt a tng fan first and foremost. i think out of all tos movies cas prefers the wrath of khan because he Feels Things when kirk and spock do the ta'al through the glass. charlie has definitely seen some trek (we've seen her llap), do you think she's into tos first and foremost? anyway let's talk about star trek nights in the bunker.

OKAY SO I HAVE. MANY MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS. SORRY THIS IS SO LONG.

like. like of COURSE bobby only likes ds9 of course he does i could have told you this without the show becuase like. bobby is That Bitch. i think rufus will have watched TOS at least because leonard nimoy worked hard on linking jewish faith and practices into the vulcan lore and i think that would mean something to him. bobby will catch rufus smiling at him sometimes while they’re watching ds9 and ask him what all gruffly and rufus will smirk at him and say something about sisko with jake and bobby with dean and bobby will just cough and take a swig of whiskey and rufus will raise his eyebrows but let it slide. rufus definitely makes a comment once about dean&cas being like jake&nog that totally flies over dean’s head but bobby is all knowing eyebrow raise about.

i think cas and jack would really like discovery. while it has some issues with inconsistency, pacing, being a little dark, it also does better than the other TV treks at utilising the nature of film as a medium to instill a sense of wonder, at space and the world, and that’s something they’d really appreciate. i have my own issues with disco, but an obol for charon is as close to the central core of trek that disco ever gets. cas and jack also like that one in particular because they like listening to all the different languages being spoken. they all love michael (everyone loves michael). cas’ faves are stamets and reno because they’re mean and gay, jack’s fave is tilly because she’s excitable and bright and he latches onto that. dean likes reno because she’s got spunk. sam’s fave is airiam and he will never forgive them for killing her off. sam, cas and dean all feel an uncomfortable kinship with both ash and culber - they’ve both been the one with monster teeming under the surface, controleld by something not themself, but they’ve also all spent that time in hell/purgatory, separated from everyone they love.

thinking about episodes that would really get to them all, darmok is. THE ONE. i have a whole unfinished essay about darmok as the platonic ideal of star trek; the perfect distillation of everything trek is SUPPOSED to be about. it doens’t always get there but by god it tries! that speech michael gives in the disco s2 finale - “There's a whole galaxy of people out there who will reach for you. You have to let them. Find that person who seems farthest from you and reach for them.” - that’s what darmok is about!!! it’s all about a situation where real communication seems impossible, where everything we know about talking and learning has broken down. and picard says, okay, i will find another way. i can’t relate to you, you can’t relate to me, but by god i’m going to try. we all meet people we have trouble communicating with in our lives, and often, those people will not care about changing their own ways to accommodate us. for people with autism, adhd, psychosis, the list goes on, this is a very common occurrence. it’s exhausting and frustrating and alienating. darmok is all about crossing that barrier. about reaching for someone through a world of difficulty and learning how to talk. learning how to share something with someone who seems out of our reach. it’s beautiful, it’s heartwrenching, it means more to me than i can easily put into words!

anyway i think the bunker fam would experience a lot of emotions watching it together. there’s defintiely a lot of hugging eachother, sam cries a lot and won’t look at anyone until after the episode ends. jack just asks a lot of questions and talks about his progress learning sign language with cas. dean snakes his hand into cas’ halfway through and doesn’t let go. doesn’t show the emotion on his face, but he clutches harder at the emotional beats. cas runs his fingers through jack’s hair and thinks a lot, and decides not to say anything unless dean talks first. its just a Lot for everyone.

dean def makes them marathon all the TOS and TNG movies. it’s an experience everyone needs at least once. i think you’re right about cas and TWOK with the ta’al through the glass, but also ‘this simple feeling’ and the hand hold would make him feel crazy. bones being the one that spock entrusts with his katra DEF makes dean feel some type of way because as much as destiel is kirkspock-coded, dean IS bones, and seeing spock trust bones so completely despite how at odds they were when they first knew eachother would dig deep into dean’s psyche and make him more than a little bit nutso. the movies are way too long for jack so he mostly sits and plays animal crossing while they watch and looks at the screen when everyone else gasps or when something exciting is happening that holds his attention for a while. sam’s fave is nemesis precisely because it’s terrible and he loves how camp it is.

dean has definitely seen all of trek. i refuse to believe someone who watches as much tv and films as dean wouldn’t sit and watch the whole shebang. i think he’s probably seen TOS and the TOS movies more than the others because its easier than sitting through 7 seasons, but i think rather than that being his favourite he’d just have really strong opinions about the best episodes of each one? like if you asked him what his favourite is he’d say you can’t answer that because they’re all so different from eachother

VOY - bride of chaotica, non seqitur, macrocosm for the favourite episodes. seven, janeway and tuvok would be his favourite characters. he think toms a bit of a knob but also feels a kinship with him for the similar brand of bab dad-ism but he wouldn’t be able to put that into words. he’s also a fierce defender of threshold being a good episode (he’s right for that)

DS9 - our man bashir it’s our man bashir. he doesn’t dislike ds9 but its very plot heavy and he didn’t care for it when he was younger. rewatching it after living through multiple supernatural wars he’d probably appreciate it more. i know for a fact he cries every time there’s an episode about sisko being a good dad. jadzia and garak are his faves

TNG - he LOVES q. he also absolutely will not be caught dead referencing how much loves q after cas comes into his life because sam will do the little brotherly knowing eyebrow raise at him and he will die of embarrassment. he regularly references ‘there are four lights’ because he’s a fucking nerd. he has made cas watch elementary my dear data and fistful of datas a half dozen times each at LEAST. cas KNEW how dean was going to be about the cowboy hat he’s defintiely got into full cowboy getup at home just for watching movies and in cas’ head star trek is fully to blame.

TOS - oh there are so many good TOS eps to choose from. obv he loves most of the series becuase TOS has MANY banger eps, his favourites are probably like. mirror mirror, amok time (baby dean defintiely had some kind of crisis watching it for the first time; i know the rituals are intricate). i know deep in my bones that dean watched the conscience of the king (introduction of the tarsus iv massacre) once and then spent his entire teenage years writing fic about that in his head, whether he posted it or not. dean related too much to those experiences of shared hunger. city on the edge of forever is one of everyone’s faves for a reason (and i’m STILL mad we never got a closer take on that episode in spn it could have been so fun).

ENT - he definitely thinks enterprise is stupid and he’s not wrong but he has also definitely watched it and been very repressed about the whole thing. mans was like oh i feel a kinship with malcolm reed the obviously repressed queer man. i will never examine this feeling ever again thank you <3 he also makes fun of archer for being obsessed with, of all sports, water polo. shran is his favourite character because he’s a little shit and makes him laugh, and t’pol, because t’pol is a badass and he’d appreciate that. i can’t remember the title of a single episode off the top of my head though lol.

i can see what you’re saying about sam being a TNG stan. i’m conflicted though, I feel like TNG’s generally the favourite of 1) obnoxious nerds who think knowing trivia facts makes them smart, 2) men desperately trying to seem masculine and 3) people who’ve watched it three times and have extremely complex thoughts on the personhood and rights of robots. i could see sam fitting into the third group, but people who are in it for the robot feelings are a coin flip between voyager and tng being the fave, and i just have a feeling that voyager would be his favourite. i know kid sam is getting gender envy watching voyager in shitty motels while dad and dean are out, trying to find the words for it. his first semester at stanford he talks a friend into giving him the janeway haircut and rides that high for months. sam’s favourite characters are seven and EMH.

sam and dean have definitely had dozens of long drawn out debates about philosophical topics in star trek. do the holograms deserve rights and if so which ones. are the romulans and vulcans still meaningfully the same people. was spock right for trying to foment reunification by going undercover on romulus. can the borg be redeemed. etc etc.

i haven’t seen any of picard at all so i can’t comment. i also think sam and dean probably read a lot of the trek books? they’re pretty common to find in secondhand bookstores and cheap, would have been even cheaper back in the day. sam probably doesn’t care for them much, dean has a few solid faves though. i’ve only read the disco books so i can’t comment anything specifically (besides the fact that i think dean read dead endless and cried like a baby), but some of the TOS and DS9 books are gay as hell and i know dean was eyes emoji-ing that shit.

#spn #spn fic #tfw 2.0 #treknatural

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kpop-pick-me-up · 5 years

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Stray kids reaction: to a clumsy/reckless S/O pt.2

Hey there! May I request Stray Kids reaction to their s/o having zero regard for their personal safety?? Doesn't have to be angsty (unless you're feeling angsty!), I just have ADHD and am highly susceptible to dumb bitch behaviour 😅 Thank you!!

Here we go, pt.2. Let’s get it!

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Felix

Honestly

He’s a mix of everyone so far

Sometimes he’s worried, sometimes he laughs

It really depends on what you’ve done

If it’s a minor injury like you running into something he makes fun of you

If it’s a serious injury then he’s very concerned and might even scold you

You quietly snuck into the dorms and took off your shoes to place them by the door. Walking down the hall you pass a clock on the wall, the time reading 1:58am. You enter the living room to see Felix passed out on the couch waiting for you to come back. Guilt begins to gnaw at your insides as you see his usually peaceful face contorted into soft look of concern, his phone still clutched in his hand waiting for you to check in or respond to his messages. You take a deep breath and let out a small “now or never” and gently shake his shoulders awake. “Felix?”

His eyes are barely open as he stretches his arms above his head slowly before seeing you and sitting up straight, blinking sleep from his eyes.

“Y/N? Where have you been it’s...” he glances at his phone “ 2am?!”

“I-I needed to get some air like I told you. Think some things through....”You stuttered.

“Some air? ‘Some’ air?! You’ve been gone for eight hours Y/N!” He exclaimed while still trying to keep his voice down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-“”No listen to me Y/N.” He stood up and began to pace.

“I know that sometimes you need space. I get it. And I know that sometimes you don’t think your actions through, that’s okay nobody’s perfect. But what’s not okay, is breaking a promise. You promised me” his voice began to get louder, forgetting about the other sleeping members “that if I let you walk around or gave you some space you’d come right back when it got dark. I don’t care if you need two, three, or even four hours of space, or time to just wander around the neighborhood or the city. As long as-“

“As the sun is up, and I check in occasionally.” You sighed.

“And what did you do? Neither of those. You don’t understand Y/N. I don’t want you to think I’m controlling you, because I don’t want to do that. But it’s legitimately dangerous for you to be alone at night, especially in the city. Something could have happened to you and I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking. If you desperately need to keep moving, or go out and do something then ask me. I’ll accompany you anywhere you need to go, and I’ll stay silent if you want me to. You just can’t-“ he paused looking over at your face. Your eyes were brimmed with tears and you were looking down at your clasped hands. He sighed and kneeled in front of you, grabbing your hands in his. “We promised to work together on this okay? I can’t help you if you don’t let me. I forgive you, but I’m still upset. Please, please talk to me next time.” He brought you into his arms and held you close to him, your arms finding their place around his neck.

“I love you Y/N, I was so worried.” He said so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.

“I know, I love you too. I’m so sorry Felix.”

“Let’s just get to bed. We’ll talk more about this in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded.

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Seungmin

All right let’s bring the angst down a notch

Okay

Seungmin is as bad as Minho

If not worse

But he’s less outwardly affectionate

Will 100% laugh at you, or do the thing with you if it wasn’t risky

Always brings up dumb stuff you’ve done on a regular basis. It doesn’t matter I it happened that day, last week or if it’s a story your friends/family told him

His members already know

Seungmin’s laughter rang out throughout the room so loudly you were worried the neighbors would hear.

“It wasn’t THAT funny Seungmin.” You folded your arms and walked into the living room to see what kind of state he was in. Hunched over, wide smile, red cheeks, and teary eyes. Any other time and you’d fawn over his smile and laugh but not right now.

“Oh my god Y/N yes it was. You just like, slid into oblivion on those steps Y/N.” He then began to reenact how you fell down the steps five minutes ago. And yes, he included extra Seungmin sound effects. As he finished his performance, he laid on his side to continue laughing. “The best part is that Woojin LITERALLY just told you to be careful. Y/N I don’t think I can pull myself together enough to go anywhere. “

You see, what had happened was you were walking down the steps after grabbing one of Seungmin’s jackets to borrow for your walking date. Woojin asked you if you guys were leaving now, and of course you said yes. He nodded and said a quick “okay have fun, and be careful.” But you were only able to get out a “We will!” before missing a step and sliding down the entire staircase to Seungmin who was waiting for you at the bottom. All three of you just looked back and forth at eachother for a good 7 seconds before Seungmin lost it and walked to the living to take a seat.

“Ugh I’m never going to hear the end of this.” You roll your eyes.

A couple seconds later you hear Woojin call down “So am I taking someone to the hospital again, or no?”

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Jeongin

Soft boi

SOFT BOI

But also young boi who will make fun of you

But I feel like he’d be kind of awkward

So he wouldn’t know how to feel or respond sometimes

“SHIT!” Was all Jeongin heard from the kitchen. Jeongin looked up cautiously from his phone and waited a couple seconds to listen for anything else. A distant “Language!” sounded from Chan’s room but other than that it was silent.

“Uhh Y/N?” He croaked out flopping his phone down.

“.....yes?” Came your hesitant reply.

“Are you....okay?” He inquired beginning to sit up.

“What? Yeah I’m fine. Just a bit of a....a little accident that’s all. But it’s all taken care of don’t worry about it.” You said quickly.

“You sure?” He glared into the kitchen beginning to feel suspicious.

“100%” came your short reply.

He got up and walked into the kitchen prepping himself for whatever he was to see. He was graced with the image of you holding up a large stack of cereal boxes and chip bags from falling over onto the floor. Each item balanced just right to make sure it didn’t collapse the whole structure you were holding above your head.

“Do you need a hand?” He asked taking a few tentative steps closer.

“NO! I got it.”

“Why did you need the box of cereal on the bottom knowing there was stuff in top of it that you can’t reach?” He stopped abruptly to catch a bag of falling chips. “There’s plenty of other flavors.”

“Because I wanted THIS one.” You huffed out.

“Okay....”

Another moment of silence passed as the situation began to set in. He stifled a giggle and smiled softly.

“Should I go get one of the tall ones to assist you?”

The bags and boxes began to lean to the right causing you to let out a small squeak. “Yes please.”

He turned to walk out of the kitchen trying not to laugh and called out a “HYUNJIN! WE NEED YOU!”

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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Departed- Chap 9

here’s chap 9 it’s a doozy. read here on ao3

Warnings: mentions of emotional, sexual, and physical abuse. be. careful.

Editing: minimal oop

Race and Spot laid tangled together on their bed. It was two days after Race’s birthday, and subsequently, the kiss they had shared on the ship. They had yet to discuss what exactly was happening between them, but they had silently agreed to allow some time to simply enjoy each other’s intimacy. Cuddling at night and around the house took on a whole new energy, and even now, as Race shifted around in his place in between Spot’s legs, his back pressed against Spot’s chest as they scrolled through their phones in comfortable silence, occasional kisses were being exchanged. The peace was broken when Race clicked off his phone and chucked it sluggishly onto the floor. Spot flicked his eyes away from his email app, where he had been checking his work schedule, and peered down at Race, who was twisting his fingers. Spot could practically feel anxious energy emanating off of the taller man in waves, and he casually moved the arm that had been draped across his middle off of him to allow him space.

“What’s up?” He asked carefully, also clicking off his phone and placing it on his bedside table.

He could see Race scrunching his nose periodically, a clear sign that he was in deep thought. He felt him take a deep breath, “I, uh, I wanna talk to ya about….I think I’m ready,” He said in a small voice.

Spot furrowed his brows, “Talk about…” he hesitated, “The other night?”

Race shook his head, then shrugged, “Yeah, I mean, I guess that ties into it, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?”

“Melissa,” Spot felt his breath catch in his throat, “I’m ready ta talk about what happened.”

Spot nodded, “Share however much or little ya need,” he pressed an encouraging kiss to the top of Race’s head, “And stop if ya need to,” he added. Race didn’t say anything for another minute or so and Spot waited patiently.

“At first, she was perfect. Beautiful, smart, interested in the same things as me. I felt like I could be myself around her. We were a power duo, ya know,” he paused, swallowing, “I guess the first red flags were pretty minor things. Well, I don’t wanna say minor, but they hid themselves. I didn’t realize what she was doin’ was unhealthy ‘til it was too late.”

Spot hummed, listening closely, but not saying anything. Race continued, “She’d, uh, like get mad at me, right? And usually it was because I actually did somethin’ shitty, I realize that. I’d take her anger and harsh words and I’d let her be mad at me, because that’s how ya move past things. Ya get it outta your system, then work it out. I took the blame for things I deserved, but she couldn’t be bothered to do the same. If she did somethin’ wrong and I’d bring it up, she’d twist it around to be my fault. And suddenly, I was the one apologizin’ for being mad at all. I was in a constant state of guilt. I was scared to be mad at her, because I knew I would have to shoulder the blame. When I finally did bring it up, she cried for hours about how horrible she was and suddenly, again, I was the one comfortin’ her for something she did to me. It was suffocating.”

Race was speaking in a lifeless, almost monotone voice and Spot was surprised at how well he was keeping it together. It seemed as though he was detaching from himself in order to recount what he’d been through.

“Then there was the humiliation shit. Anytime we were around a new group of people, or even her friends, she’d bring up shit stories about embarrassing shit I’d done or things about me I’d rather people not know. I tried to tell her to stop, but then she’d jus’ tell me I was bein’ sensitive and I’d hafta bite my fuckin’ lip. It frustrated me ta no end. Also, oh fuckin’ also,” his voice turned malicious as he spoke, “She was fuckin’ awful about my ADHD. Like, she had no patience for my shit and when I’d get overwhelmed she’d fuckin’ leave me to rot. Or-or if I didn’t take my meds? God, she’d fuckin’ snap at everything I did. I think she was embarrassed, but-” he cut himself off shaking his head, “Anyway, it started gettin’ really bad around last Winter.”

Spot tensed his shoulders in anticipation. He had a feeling he knew what was coming, but he still didn’t want to hear it.

“We were fightin’ every week- constantly goin’ ta bed angry. Shoutin’ at one another, or more like, her shoutin’ and me tryna reason. It was exhaustin’. But then, one night,” Race’s voice wavered and he took a moment to compose himself, “One night she had this fuckin’ sick idea that we’d fuck away our problems. I agreed ‘cause I was too tired not ta, but as soon as we started, I wanted ta stop. My skin felt like it was burning, I-” his breath hitched and he quickly sat up, moving away from Spot and wrapping his arms around himself.

Spot watched helplessly, “Racer, if this is too much you can-”

“No,” Race said, voice shaking, “I needa do this, please.”

Spot nodded, biting his lip, “Alright.”

Race looked down at the sheets and heaved a breath, “Our, uh, our fights were replaced with sex. It was almost every night, whether I wanted ta or not. I tried to say no sometimes, but she’d ignore me until I gave in. I was so tired of fightin’ that I jus’ fuckin’ went with it, but this was worse. I was stuck.”

Spot felt anger bubble in his stomach and he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from lashing out and interrupting Race.

“I had enough one night and I tried ta walk away while we were…” Race pursed his lips and shook his head, steeling himself, “But she cornered me and slapped me really fuckin’ hard before I could even get my shirt on. I was shocked and she seemed to realize that it gave her leverage. From then on, whenever we disagreed about somethin’, she’d slap me, or flick me, or do somethin’ to get me to stop fightin’ her way. I knew it was bad, but I told myself that she wasn’t outright punchin’ me or nothin’, so it was fine. ‘Sides, I was the guy so-”

“Hey, no, that doesn’t excuse shit,” Spot cut in, “Guy or gal, a hit is a hit.”

Race grimaced, “I know that, Sean, I was jus’ in denial. I dunno. Anyway. it went on like that for a few weeks until, uh, fuck..” his eyes glazed over and he fixed his gaze on a place above Spot’s shoulder.

Spot felt unease grip at his spine and he sat up ever so slightly, “Racer?”

Race shook his head, eyes focusing again, “Sorry, sorry, uh. So, it went on like that until one night I’d had enough and I tried ta stop her by grabbin’ her wrist and twistin’ it,” he winced, “I hate that I did that, but I was so tired of, uh, yeah. I let go as soon as I’d grabbed her, but he was livid. Started throwin’ things. Got me right in the rib with an iron- I still have the scar.” Race lifted his shirt to reveal a long, white scar right below his left pec, “hurt like a bitch.”

Spot could see Race trembling as he lowered his shirt back down. He ran a hand through his blonde curls and blinked a few times, breathing through his nose, “The slaps never stopped, but now she wasn’t afraid to go harder and I endured it. Kept tellin’ myself that I’d be too much of a burden to ask for help. I started ta think I deserved it. Until that day when she was drunk. Came at me with that broken bottle and somethin’ in me snapped. I was hurtin’ and done and so so tired, I just couldn’t anymore. As soon as she was satisfied with her handywork, I fuckin’ left. And that’s when I came ta you,” he met Spot’s horrified gaze and sighed, “I don’t know why I didn’t jus’ leave as soon as she started bein’ shit, but I was so so lost,” his voice sounded tired and Spot wanted to scream.

“I love you, Spot,” Race choked out, voice thick, “You saved me and I wanna be happy with you, but I’m so fuckin’ scared.”

Spot shook his head, dumbfounded. He searched for the right words as he began to speak, “Race, I know you went through hell. Fuck, I’m gonna end that bastard next chance I get. But as far as we go, just know you are always safe with me.”

“I jus’ don’t know what I’m ready for, yet,” Race said, sniffling, “I wanna be with you, but..”

Spot leaned forward, tapping Race’s chin lightly to get him to look at him, “You’re settin’ the pace here, Racer,” he said softly, “You let me know what you’re ready to do and what you’re not. You let me know what your boundaries are and I swear on the heavens that I’ll stay in them.”

Race’s face crumpled and he pressed a wet kiss to Spot’s lips, who reciprocated it, then pulled him into his chest, “You’re in control, Antonio.”

“Thank fuckin’ God.”

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docholligay · 5 years

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rosepetalrevolution replied to your post: Home Base: Part One of Two

HI I LOVE THIS it’s only the second of your overwatch fics I’ve gotten a chance to read yet (the first was Exodus long before I’d ever played the game but I was so moved by it anyway it’s just that beautiful) but it 100% hooked me so I can’t wait to get around to the rest!!!

Oh I’m so glad!! I love writing in my OW world, and I’m always delighted when someone enjoys it! (and thank you for liking Exodus too)

paksenarrion-reader said: oh my god please tell me Pharah took Tracer out to lunch to that chip shop and Tracer was loud enough to get overheard and the owner was like “well actually there’s a room for rent upstairs” I AM DYING

AHAHAH YOU’LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE!

paksenarrion-reader said: and Tracer pacing a ditch in the pavement as if she could rewind herself to before blowing up, but not even she can rewind a dude to before he was a fucking asshole now can she

‘Tracer pacing furiously and talking to herself to avoid killing a man from the FIREWORK of anger’ maybe be one of the most ADHD self-insert things I’ve written yet.

paksenarrion-reader said: “and you may be assured that I will not forget your generosity.” - OOOOOHOHOHOHOO BITCH YOU FUUUUCKED

MORE SUBTLE THAN TRACER AND MAYBE MORE FRIGHTENING

paksenarrion-reader said: “ I will let this building burn to ash, so I will.” – I’m sorry but all I can imagine is Pharah misaiming a rocket or two to take out the supports

“I will write a report over the incident to provide your insurance. It is regrettable but was unavoidable.”

paksenarrion-reader said: the description of how that landlord shuts them down on the idea that he might start listening to them with a single word, I feel understood and seen, as are many other people I imagine

Out of the entire fic, that is my favorite part, as it is such a #mood

paksenarrion-reader said: ahahahaha and then Tracer trying to be more British than usual because she isn’t British enough for some Brits and the sound of it just dragging horseshoe nails against the chalkboard of Pharah’s soul, I love it

Pharah has spent years making offhand comments about Tracer’s brand of English BUT DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE IMPLY THAT SHE SHOULD CHANGE FOR A MOMENT, SIR.

paksenarrion-reader said: OH MY GOD, FAREEHA, DON’T. she is going to and she will FACEPLANT INTO HUBIRS by god Holligay

Fareeha’s brand of idealism is 100% everyone understanding the importance of the things Fareeha Amari, noted Overwatch commander, has deemed important.

paksenarrion-reader said: took me a moment to understand that Tracer was asking if the currency in Cairo was hope, but it made me laugh so hard when it landed

It’s a weird sentence (to people named Doc, who are me) because “to let” is the landlord side of the equation in getting a place in British English, whereas in American English, both are “rent.” I wrote the damn thing and I have to read it twice, I almost left it out but the joke was too funny, I thought ahaha.

paksenarrion-reader said: like oh my god, Fareeha, your thinking is logical and makes perfect sense for when you have a few millions to spend on the illusion of prestige, how long since you’ve left Helix was it again

Fareeha Amari is a beautiful angel with only the best of intentions who has generally had, you know, a budget more appropriately reflective of being a global force. And now she’s working with bailing wire and duct tape.

paksenarrion-reader said: “and now the headquarters she had dreamed of was in an old room above a chip shop” at least they don’t have to walk far for lunch??? although Dva won’t be caught dead eating something as tasteless without dunking spices on it, I’m sure

Dva buys a fancy fucking apartment on the other end of town because she has all her game and endorsement money and if there’s ever an all-team meeting she makes them go there ahaha.

paksenarrion-reader said: it feels a little different from what you usually do with the ‘verse, the struggle of a completely different sort and even the familial feeling dissimilar, but not unrecognizable

I think it’s more playful? Than I usually go? There are stakes, and drama, but it’s all fairly low key. This isn’t life or death THOUGH FAREEHA MIGHT SAY SO.

paksenarrion-reader said: hello I love this

THANK YOU!!! I loved writing it.

#rosepetalrevolution

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