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barry-j-blupjeans · 3 years

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31 from the touch list? Please?

31 (touches). doing a pinky swear

((prompt list here - still accepting!!))

u didn't request any ships/characters specifically so here's Magnus n Lucretia (platonic)

It was five days back into a new cycle and Lucretia still wasn't talking to him, which Magnus was trying to accept. Last year hadn't been great for any of them, he was sure, but it was specifically terrible for Magnus, Barry, and Lucretia. There hadn't been any humans on that plane but there had been a council. The world was full of strange and mysterious oddities that the council set out to study. Being freshly new and odd, the council had taken it upon themselves to-

Study was putting it lightly.

Barry had been taken first, under the prose that the council just wanted to speak to him, privately. The "private meeting" went on for much longer than they had agreed upon and when they had gone to look for Barry, he hadn't been there.

Davenport had made Lucretia and Magnus promise not to leave the ship. They did so, Magnus less willing than Lucretia, and well-

Magnus was usually good at following orders. But there were lives at stake. Humans weren't the only ones being hurt by the council and the breaking point for him had been seeing a dog-like creature dragged into the research center, as Davenport made him stand back and out of the way.

He tried sneaking out in the middle of the night, but Lucretia had caught up with him. They argued for a bit about Davenport's rule and then set out together, to go find Barry. Lucretia had made Magnus promise- promise, wholeheartedly- that he wouldn't do anything rash. Magnus agreed, knowing how he was, and without the intent to actually follow through.

He had sort of... broken that promise upon seeing what was going on inside the research center. Even now, thinking about it made him sick. He felt guilty, after re-gen, for breaking his word, but even more guilty upon the realization that his actions had lead Lucretia to death for the first time ever.

That's probably why she wasn't talking, thinking logically about it. Taako and Lup had told him the story of what happened after (once they were done mobbing Barry, that is). It had been a grizzly sight and they had even convinced Davenport to let them burn down the facility once they rescued everyone inside. The sadness of missing a revolution was outmatched by the stinging regret he felt every time he saw Lucretia.

"Just- talk to her," Lup groaned, head in her hands, after Magnus had come to her for the fifth time to talk about it. She swept the papers she had been working on aside and turned to face him.

"Look, Mags, both of you are, putting it nicely, stubborn little shits- don't give me that look, you know you are. The rest of us are, too, that's why we're not perma-dead yet. But babe, you can't just let it lie. It's just gonna end with you two crying at each other and then getting over it. C'mon dude."

"But," Magnus started. Lup rolled her eyes.

"Lucy's like a sister to you, yeah?" Lup asked and Magnus nodded, frowning. "Okay, then take it from me, someone who has a terrible, horrible brother, whom I love very dearly. This fight, or whatever, isn't helping anyone. Communication is key when it comes to any relationship, even platonic ones. Stop being so scared that she's mad at you and start being scared that you might lose your friendship if you don't do anything."

"Right," Magnus said, a little more determined. "Okay, yeah. Thank you."

"Uh-huh," Lup said, turning back to his papers. "If you see Barry on your way tell him that, uh- the experiment we started earlier is going well."

"Is that code for something?" Magnus asked, watching the way Lup's face split into a sly grin.

"Not that I'll tell," she said, winking.

It took until that night for Magnus to properly work up the courage to talk to Lucretia, which made him feel stupid. He could run into a swarm of the Hunger feeling nothing but excitement, but the idea of talking with Lucretia about what had happened last cycle made him feel almost sick to his stomach.

In the end, he knocked on Lucretia's door half an hour before dinner. There was a shuffle from inside and then the door opened a bit and Lucretia peaked out. She didn't look surprised to see him there. If anything, she looked just about as nervous as Magnus felt.

"Alright," Lucretia said. "Come in."

She opened the door wider and beckoned Magnus inside. He had been in here before, of course. There was a slowly filling bookshelf of her journals, and journals she had yet to use. Her sheets were a dark, royal blue, from a fabric shop from a few cycles back. There was an easel in the corner and a bucket full of different types of paints and art... things... Magnus wasn't very well versed in any of it.

She pulled the chair out from her desk and let him sit, sitting on top of the desk herself. They stared.

"Taako said-" she started, at the same time he said,

"Lup-"

She grinned at him sheepishly. It made Magnus feel a lot better to know she had gotten advice, too. She gestured at him, letting him go first.

"I went to Lup," he began, "because I didn't know exactly how to- to fix this, but she just said to talk to you, and let it come out, so, uh. I'm sorry, I guess. No, I mean- I am sorry, I just- I'm not good at thinking through things and you got hurt because of it. You died because I rushed into something and I should have thought about that. I should have kept you in mind, but when I saw all those creatures getting hurt, and thought about what must have happened to Barry, I- couldn't help myself. I'm sorry you died because of it. Because- of because of me."

Lucretia was silent for a few moments, hands resting in her lap. He had been avoiding her eye during his speech, but when he was done, he looked up at her.

"I'm not angry because I died," she said. "I'm angry because you broke your promise."

"I- what?"

"I don't care that I died!" Lucretia said loudly, slamming her hand on the desk. "It fucking- yes, yeah, it hurt, but it hurt that you promised me you wouldn't rush in, and then you did! If you're going to be rash, you need to tell me outright- that's what got us killed, Magnus! That you didn't trust me enough to tell me what you were thinking!"

"I trust you!" Magnus said, but Lucretia shook her head. She was looking a little teary.

"Did you promise with the intention of actually keeping your word?" she asked, and when Magnus couldn't respond (because, no, he hadn't been planning to be "rash" about it), she turned away from him and said, "that's what I thought."

"They were hurting the animals and people they had there," Magnus said, finally, voice wet and hurt. "I couldn't just... let them do that. I couldn't, Lucretia."

"I know," she said, taking a deep breath. "I know. I just- just as appalled you was, trust me. We could have gotten out alive, though, I think. If you had taken the time to think about what to do with me. Like Lup and Taako did, when they broke everyone out after we died."

Something uncomfortable was rooted in Magnus's chest and it was that she was right- she was a hundred percent right. He had the tendency to act instead of think and had been like that before the Starblaster mission. It was fitting for a twenty-two-year-old, fresh into the real world, but- fuck. He wasn't twenty-two, anymore, not really.

He saw the pain in Lucretia's eyes and realized she wasn't twenty anymore, either. Not like they were when they started.

"You're right," Magnus said, nodding. "I broke my promise, willingly, and it was stupid of me. I can't promise things like that right off the back because I'm realizing I still have a lot of growing left to do. It's- weird, I think. Being so young with so much knowledge. I don't feel like I'm living up to the age I actually am."

Lucretia nodded, slowly, and looked into his eyes. He could see the tears in them.

"I shouldn't have made you promise something so drastic for you," Lucretia said.

"Maybe not," Magnus shrugged. "But there is something I can say- I can promise, I mean. Look, pinky swear, so you know I'm not lying."

He held out his pinky. Lucretia took it apprehensively in her own, a small smile sneaking back onto her face.

"I promise I'm gonna try to grow up," he swore and Lucretia snorted. "Seriously- maybe not like, uh, like I'm still gonna be childish as fuck, don't doubt that, but- I'm gonna try to think things through more. Think of the consequences to my actions."

He shook their pinky's, a bit violently. Lucretia took her hand back, looking at him appraisingly.

"I'll hold you to that," she said.

"Please do," Magnus said.

#magnus burnsides #lucretia #taz lucretia #taz magnus burnsides #mine #ise cube writing #asks #anon #they wont all be this long oh my god lskdfskdkf #might put this on ao3 #no editing bc sleeby u know

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icedteaandoldlace · 3 years

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So there’s this “101 Reasons to Ship Snowbarry” video that keeps coming up on my YouTube suggestions. Idgaf about Snowbarry, and I’ve already hit the “not interested” button on similar videos before, but since I can’t seem to get away from video suggestions like this, I’m just gonna watch it and liveblog it, and bet that for every entry on the list, I can come up with a corresponding rebuttal for why Barrisco would make an even better couple. (I’m not gonna comment this ON the video ofc, this is just for my own amusement.)

Click the link above if you want to see the stuff I’ll be responding to, but be forewarned, that video is like, way long, so naturally it follows that this post is gonna be, too.

Additional note: If you are a Snowbarry shipper who has stumbled across this post somehow, now would be the time to stop reading, and also to add the “anti Snowbarry” tag to your filters if you wish to avoid running into posts like this in the future, ‘cause I ain’t interested in engaging in shipping wars.

Anyways, let’s go:

1. "How they met." Cisco woke Barry out of a coma by playing/singing a song about bisexuality, 'nuff said. (Also, part of the purpose of that scene was to introduce Caitlin as the serious, “down to business” one, and Cisco as the warmer, more easygoing one who’s trying to make Barry feel more comfortable.)

2. "They're both scientists." What is Cisco, an Instagram influencer?

3. If Caitlin being Barry’s personal doctor gets her romantic points, then the same should go for Cisco being his personal tailor. Actually, he should get more points, because there’s no moratorium on romantic relationships between tailors and their clients.

4. The way Barry and Cisco gaze into each other's eyes for non-medical purposes. This is too easy.

5. Uh. Cisco being the voice in Barry's ear while he's running, and often the first person he calls out to for help solving a problem.

6. They frequently take hold of each other's hands and shoulders.

7. Cisco comforts Barry while Caitlin tends to his wounds.

8 through 12 is literally just stuff about Caitlin being a doctor, and I don't find this stuff relevant enough to rebut because there's nothing inherently romantic about any of it.

13. "They both have fun together." Yes, Cisco also, the fun having, it happens, lots. Even more, actually.

14. Not really sure what to say for this one. Barry and Cisco noticing when each other is sad and then checking on each other (at Cecile’s baby shower and Barry’s bachelor party, respectively, and also on other occasions), comes to mind. That doesn’t have to do with noticing each other’s lips, per se, but I’ve never thought of either of these SB scenes as moments where Barry was staring at Caitlin’s lips, just as moments where he’s noticing her expression/overall mood, which is something he does with Cisco (and vice versa), too.

15. They all have nerdy hobbies, dude, they're nerds.

16. This one for SB is "she makes Barry drunk on purpose", which, y'know, she did because he wanted to be able to get buzzed, which Cisco has succeeded in helping him do, too (and the drink he made was more effective and longer lasting), but the way this is phrased is kind of suggestive, like Caitlin was doing it to lower his inhibitions (which she totally wasn’t), and uuuuhhhh, don't romanticize that maybe???

17. Cisco put all that tech into Barry's suit, including delivery menus from his favorite restaurants + wrote him an instruction manual, and sped up all his favorite shows so he could catch up on what he missed while he was in the speed force.

18. Barry makes Cisco's (and everyone's) hair fly everywhere when he speeds out of a room, too. Like, this is just basic physics, fam, wyd?

19. Barry also uses his powers to help Cisco. And...literally everyone who needs his help, this is basic superhero stuff, wyd?

20. He is impressed with Cisco, frequently.

21. Just having nicknames? He calls him "bud", "dude", etc., and one time he called him "Cis". (Bonus: Iris and Cisco have called Caitlin "Cait", too, so it’s not just a Ronnie and Barry thing.)

22. Cisco can make anything to help Barry. They're literally top-notch genius scientists, I don't even

23. Obviously they think each other makes great company, they're best friends. All of them.

24. They comfort each other. Again, best friends + Team Flash pep talks are a major staple of the show.

25. He needs Cisco, too.

26. They...they care about...my god, it's like you people have never heard of FRIENDS.

27. Honestly, how many times have we heard Barry tell Cisco he believes in him, or heard Cisco gush about what a great hero Barry is?

28. Helping each other conquer their fears. Yep, that's another one that applies to like, everyone on this show.

29. "They both have experienced loss" IT'S A SUPERHERO SHOW! Also, that's just life. Name one main character on this show who hasn't experienced loss. Nash and Wally have both experienced loss, and I have yet to see anyone ship them.

30. "They both can sing really well." Okay now. This one is true for Barry and Cisco, but uh...Caitlin is literally tone deaf. I'm not being mean, Danielle Panabaker knows good and well that she can't sing, and she has talked about Carlos side-eyeing her when she gets going because she's not good at it. THAT'S OKAY! There's nothing wrong with not being able to sing, but--WHY would you claim that she's good at something that she clearly is not? She wasn't on pitch for a single line of Summer Nights, and she straight up changes keys mid-line in the mockingbird song in that other clip, and just...what even is this entry?!

31. Watching over each other, yeah, another basic staple of being friends and superheroes.

32. "He is always standing behind Caitlin" AND LOOK WHO'S STANDING BESIDE HIM!

33. Remember that time fake Jay "died" and Cisco stayed with Caitlin until she fell asleep? Remember when Dante died and Caitlin slept on Cisco's couch to keep him company? Remember all those times Barry or Cisco were rendered unconscious, and the other stayed by their bedside until they woke up?

34. Basically just a continuation of 33. See above.

35. "Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always'." Hmm, what WOULD Barry and Cisco's "always/okay" be? Probably just calling out each other's names tbh, they do that a lot. Or perhaps, "For real?"

36. Is2g. Being only one call or text away is, again, a staple of the show, considering everyone in it is a close-knit found family and knows there's a very good chance that that call or text might be saying, "I'm in mortal danger, please come save my life at once."

37. Funny, I already pointed out once before (in a different post) the fun parallel of how Caitlin will sometimes go running to whoever her love interest is at the moment, or she'll call out his name, while Cisco is at the same moment running to Barry/calling out for Barry.

Side note: did they really think including Barry's proposal song to Iris would give more weight to their why-to-ship-Snowbarry argument?

38. I mean...Barry kind of carries everyone everywhere. You don't really get to see it, but how the heck else do you explain all the times he whooshes people in and out of places? He can't just drag them, otherwise the soles of their shoes would either wear down fast or catch on fire.

39. Okay, no shade to Barry and Caitlin's friendship, and some of these moments are really great, but generally speaking, their hugs do not compare to the ones that either of them has with Cisco. Also, note the group hug scene, conveniently cut off before Cisco joins in, because unlike the Romione + Harry hug in the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, there's no way to interpret it as a third wheel/cockblocking moment, because the moment Cisco declares it a group hug moment, Barry and Caitlin both agree, and you can see it on their faces that they are delighted, and think that Cisco joining in their hug has just made it even BETTER.

40. Henry gladly accepts a hug from Caitlin, immediately after laughing at Cisco's awkward moment and giving him a fatherly reassuring pat on the shoulder. I think it's safe to say he approves of all of Team Flash.

41. Oh look, another thing Barry and Cisco and multiple other characters do.

Good god, I'm not even halfway through this yet. This is like that time I tried to climb Diamond Head.

42. Ah, superhero poses, yes. That thing that...superheroes...do. Like, all of the ones on this show. And in general.

43. "They begin to resemble each other." They're just white, fam. OH MY GOD, I SOMETIMES TAKE MY SUNGLASSES OFF WITH ONE HAND, TOO! OT3 MUCH????? 😱 Lol what even??

44. How many times throughout this video am I gonna have to repeat that everyone on this show has these moments? Also, speaking in unison with someone because you had prior knowledge of what they were going to say due to yourself or someone else time traveling, is not the same as being in sync with them because you’re close. (He said “Weather Wizard” at the same time as Cisco, too.)

45. Idk what to even say to this one. Like, Iris is obviously the love of Barry's life, and Cisco is obviously his favorite best friend and the person he would be with if he didn’t have Iris.

46. *John Mulaney voice* AND THEN THEY DIDN'T! Seriously, though, both of the people they were trying to get over were perfect for them. I don't have a Barrisco specific rebuttal for this one though.

47. So by this video's logic, that one scene from 4x03 means that Barry, Harry, and Cisco should be a threesome, huh?

48. "I did it because it gave me an excuse to bring him back."

49. .................is this even an argument?

50. They're both good looking people, darling.

51. Wrong, sir. They fight like siblings. Trust me on this one, I have six of them.

52. Trauma response. I'm moving away from Barrisco arguments and just saying the first thing that pops into my head now. But seriously, this is a normal reaction to trauma/loss.

53. *Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh* I'm not even gonna say it this time, you already know.

54. Again, have you people ever had anyone in your life that you cared about, ever? I'm starting to get concerned, honestly. But for the sake of bringing Barrisco back into this, hey, remember that time Barry and Caitlin both got kidnapped on the same night and Cisco was completely beside himself?

55. This is getting out of hand.

56. Pretty sure dating Caitlin didn't even make the list for Barry's reasons to dislike Jay and Julian (also, he liked Ronnie, the guy she loved the most, so...)

57. Judging Barry for being a dumbass + helping an exposed girl out =/= jealousy. Granted, there was some jealousy in that last clip, but not because Iris got the man; it was because Barry was all set to live happily ever after while Caitlin was, y'know, struggling with powers she didn't want and another person living in her head that kept fighting her for control of her body.

58. Refer to season 1 episode 2, wherein Cisco is the person helping Barry from the beginning, and Caitlin asserts that she is on Joe's side when he tells Barry what a stupid and reckless idea trying to be a superhero is.

59 + 60. "Let's bring our boy home." / "Let's go get our girl." Do I need to cite either quote?

61. Again I ask, did a human make this list?

62. Don't make me tap the sign.

63. One word: Elseworlds.

64. If you'll scroll waaaaaaaaaaay up there, I already covered that Barry and Cisco hold hands A LOT.

65. Oooh, I made a meme about this one! Not after watching this video, I just see SBers say this all the time, and it drives me crazy.

I used this in my Snowbarry fandom drama presentation for my squad’s presentation party a while back.

Side note: ~INTERESTING~ how Caitlin being a doctor is ““romantic”” when she’s treating Barry but ““motherly”” when she’s treating Cisco. I can’t even.

66. ......I’m sorry, I’m just not seeing how the dramatic irony of them stating that Killer Frost will never be a problem on Earth-1 is pertinent to shipping them as a couple.

67. Hannibal Bates and Caitlin are perfect for each other? Weird take, but okay. Oh, and there Caitlin is trying to freeze Barry to death. Wasn’t there a point somewhere up there about her never wanting him to get hurt?

Side note: Hey, what’s the name of that guy who saved Barry in this scene?

68. Bruh, that’s just her dynamic with everyone that season.

69. Barry and Iris, Barry and Cisco, Cisco and Caitlin, Cisco and Harry, Caitlin and Killer Frost, Cisco and Killer Frost--just naming some duos that are more iconic than Barry and Caitlin. Again, no shade to their friendship--I really like them as friends!--but the shippers stay making it out to be more than it really is.

I also just have to point out that although Killer Frost was the one who willingly teamed up with Savitar/whom Savitar sought out first, when she comments on their team up and says it’s “Barry and Caitlin together again”, his response is to point out that she’s not Caitlin and he’s not Barry. In contrast, when he takes Cisco against his will and forces him to modify the speed force bazooka, he still refers to Cisco as his best friend.

70. Make up your mind, does Savitar count as Barry in this or not? Because he totally grabbed Caitlin by the throat once.

71. I don’t know how to break this to you, but not enjoying it when someone is in pain is just being normal. (Do I even need to point out Cisco’s empathetic cringing compared to Barry’s looks of mild discomfort, or...?)

At some point this went from being about Barrisco to being about Cisco being the favorite friend to both of them, idk.

72. He. Is. Literally. A. Superhero.

73. Man, what did I JUST say? Also, can we just acknowledge the build up to Crisis on Infinite Earths for a second, wherein Frost very quickly accepts that Barry is supposed to die in order to save everyone else, while Cisco has infinite crises of his own at the idea of having to accept Barry’s death--which, I might add, he never actually does? Neither does Iris, for that matter. They tried to accept it, and they thought they did, but they didn’t really.

74. Oh fuck it, just read 73 again.

75. Okay, what even is this one? Two scenes where they are not present for each other’s “deaths” and thus don’t react to them, meanwhile Cisco is devastated in both of them?

76. Same thing I’ve already said several times before.

77. How many times do I gotta point out that this is a superhero show?

78. Just really trying hard to find enough reasons to make this list 101, huh? (What is Firestorm, chopped liver?)

79. Because violence = chemistry apparently. Wasn’t there another entry about how they can never hurt each other or something?

80. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the vibrating hand that shredded Cisco’s heart before either of those scenes happened.

81. It’s like SBers think they’re the only two characters on the entire show.

82. I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over all the other vibrating hands triggering Cisco at least once per season. But sure, Barry and Caitlin are the only two who know suffering.

83. Two words: Flashpoint. Dante. Also, not seeing how this one is romantic.

84. That’s just a Caitlin/Frost thing, fam, it only happened to Barry because he got whammied by Prism, who caused the same effect in everyone else he whammied. (Cisco’s eyes turned purple once when he got hypnotized.)

85. Please. I beg of you. Get friends. Interact with a human person.

Side note: “I trust you” was almost what I put for Barrisco’s “always/okay”.

86. “Don’t call me that. I don’t know you, string bean.” / “I don’t know who you think you are, but around here, people call me Mr. Ramon.” / “The name is Vibe.” (Again, romance where?)

87. Kinda like how Mirror Iris and Mirror Kamilla have slightly dressier tastes than Real Iris and Real Kamilla.

88. ....Anyways, Vibe........

89. The first time because Cisco saved him, the second time because she froze him just enough to fool Grodd, not enough to actually kill him. (Again I say, what is Firestorm?)

90. So romance. Very love. Much relationship.

91. ANYWAYS, CISCO. (And uh, hello, IRIS???? Joe? Harry?)

92. See 88.

93. This one might be a fun ship parallel if Caitlin had actually been involved in Barry’s brain zapping, but instead it’s just like, “here’s two random scenes that are kinda similar in completely insignificant ways”, like the evil clothes thing a few entries back.

94. Another entry that just demonstrates that their one-on-one moments together, while good, just don’t compare to either of their one-on-one moments with Cisco. I can’t be the only person who sees this.

95 + 96 + 97. I can’t muster up enough interest in any of these shows to watch them all the way through. Is this supposed to impress me?

98 + 99 + 100. The only point this proves is that they have multiple ship names. (I thought their evil ship name was Savifrost?)

101. Mm, sorry, sweetheart, Westallen, Barrisco, and Snowstorm all have them beat in this category.

This post really got away from me, at this point idk what I’m even doing, but I went on too long to stop now.

Oh, shit, there’s a bonus round.

Honestly, I fail to see how a lot of these supposedly “match”? But as for the ones that do, that’s just your basic TV aesthetics, I forget the official name for it. They’re matchy-matchy with Cisco in some of those shots, too, because TV matchy color psychology whatever. It’s a whole thing, every TV show and movie does it.

If anyone actually followed along this far, congratulations on your attention span, my brain could never. Idk how to end this post because it strayed so far from my original intent and basically just turned into a Snowbarry Fandom Doesn’t Make Sense Presentation 2.0

You know, I like to try not to generalize and stuff, and I’d like to think that maybe not all SBers are racist and that some people genuinely just like the ship because they think that makes sense or something, but then I look at their reasons for shipping it, and it’s just the dang blandest thing I ever did see, and they have to reach so far when they try to explain why they think they’re the best “couple” on the show and just??? I am the queen of shipping friends who never get together romantically, but Barry and Caitlin just don’t got it, son. Tbh part of the show’s appeal to me is the fact that there’s no threat of Caitlin ever getting with either of her male bffs in that way, because Cisco is like her brother, and getting with Barry just wouldn’t make sense. It just befuddles me to no end that they are such a wildly popular ship and not a rare pair, because the way their relationship is in canon is just exactly the way it should be.

That’s it, I guess. I’ve already invested this much time in this, so I might as well post it.

Also, please don’t anybody try to start anything in the comments section of this video, this fandom has enough drama as it is.

#anti Snowbarry #s6 #(for spoilers)#I used to be indifferent about this ship I swear but the fandom is just so whack at all times that I don't know what to do with myself #mainly regarding their attitude toward Iris/Candice but in all the stuff talked about in this post too

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mosylufanfic · 6 years

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86. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?!" + Killervibe please!

Thanks for your NaNo prompt! I’ve been missing my Killervibe friendship on the show, so I’m going to pretend that this happens in canon. The bit about Cynthia is because she’s listed on the episode page for the crossover, but it also says “rumored” so I’m covering my bases.

Mosylu tell me what’s going on

Maid of Honor Jitters

Her doorbell rang twice in a row and then the key scraped in the lock. She ran over and yanked it open. "Cisco! What if I hadn't been home?"

"Your car was in its space," he pointed out.

"Still."

Cisco, unabashed, pulled his key out of her lock and stuck it back in his pocket. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?" he asked, then sniffed the air as he shut the door behind him. "Oh shit, and you're baking too? What kind of spinning is your brain doing?"

"My phone is charging in the other room and I didn't hear it," she said, turning her back on him and going back into the kitchen. "And I just thought it would be nice to have some treats for tomorrow."

"And the next seventeen years," he said, following her and studying the stacks of plastic containers filled with cookies, pastries, and muffins.

"Maybe I went a little overboard."

"Ooo, cinnamon rolls?" He licked his lips over the pan cooling on the table, the rolls gleaming with sticky icing.

"Oh, those have raisins."

He gave her a horrified look. "Why do you hate joy?"

"Not everyone feels the same way you do about raisins."

"Not everyone is right, either."

"The batch without raisins is coming out in - " She checked the timer. "Two minutes. You can put the icing on if you want."

"That's a dangerous offer. I accept." He opened a container and took out a chocolate chip cookie. Normally she'd fuss at him, but he'd seen her in this mode before. She wouldn't notice if he ate the entire batch. He bit in and let out an mmmm of appreciation. Like a lot of people who weren't very good cooks (even after two years of classes), Caitlin was an excellent baker

"You're stress-baking," he said, sitting backwards on one of her kitchen chairs and taking another healthy bite. "Why?"

"Big day tomorrow," she said, focusing on rolling out her dough to perfect evenness. "Lots going on. Lots of people are going to be here."

"You know everything's all set up, right? We've been machines the past few days. You and Iris were at the church decorating for six hours today. I don't even decorate for Christmas for six hours. Every last little thing is primed and ready to go."

The buzzer went off and she opened the oven to pull out the pan of raisin-less cinnamon rolls and set it on the cooling rack in front of Cisco. He breathed it in. Damn, those smelled good. "Icing?"

"Covered bowl, over there by the box of muffin cups," she said, and he retrieved it.

He generously iced two rolls, giving her time to crack, but she turned it around on him. "Why were you calling me? What's wrong?" She was cutting out little snowmen, tongue sticking out as she worked out how to arrange them so as to optimize her dough area.

"Why does anything have to be wrong for me to call one of my best friends?"

"For you to call me once? Nothing. For you to call me five times in a row? Something's going on." She peeled up the excess dough, wadded it into a tiny ball, and started transferring her snowmen onto a parchment-papered baking sheet.

"I thought you didn't hear your phone."

"Not the first four times. But I saw the last one and then the text that said you were coming over, so I figured I'd wait until you got here. So?"

He slathered icing on another roll, watching it melt over the hot pastry and ooze down into the cracks between rolls.

"Well?" She set her spatula down and put the first sheet of cookies in the oven.

"I just haven't heard anything from Cynthia yet."

"Ohhhh," Caitlin said, drawing the syllable out in sympathy.

His girlfriend was on a job. She'd sworn she was going to try and finish up in time to make it to the wedding and be Cisco's plus one. But - interdimensional radio silence. "Yeah," he said. "So I'm a little down. Figured I'd see if you wanted to help me eat my feelings." He waved at the bounty of sweets. "As usual, you were one step ahead of me." He shot her a grin.

"She'll make it," Caitlin said, unwrapping another giant ball of cookie dough and picking up her rolling pin again. "I know she will."

He gobbed icing onto another roll. "You horning in on my vibing game?"

"No," she said. "It's just, why would she ever pass up the chance to see you in formal wear?"

He pointed at her. "That's what I said!" He stuck the spatula back in the icing and gave it a good stir. "And anyway, even if she doesn't, there'll be other parties."

"Yeah," Caitlin said. "Of course there will. But she'll be there tomorrow. She will. And you'll get to dance and kiss and spend time together and it'll be lovely."

He smiled at her and kept icing cinnamon rolls. "All right. I spilled. Your turn. What are you really freaking out about?"

"I'm not freaking out." Dough rolled out to a precise one-quarter of an inch, she set her rolling pin aside and scowled over her choice of cookie cutters like she was plotting the invasion of Freedonia.

"Forty-five hundred thousand calories in this kitchen prove you wrong."

She picked out a snowflake and started pressing it into the dough.

"Hmmm?"

"It's stupid."

"Go on. Tell Uncle Cisco. You'll feel better. You know you will."

"It's just that if something happens tomorrow, I'll never forgive myself."

He opened his mouth to automatically refute that, then paused. "Are you, uh, are you feeling a little frosty lately?"

"No," she said. "It's gotten a lot better."

He made a mental note to recharge and pack the power suppressor bracelets anyway. Killer Frost didn't seem have anything specific against Iris or Barry without Savitar screwing up her head, but it would make Caitlin feel better. "Have there been any rumblings from her Crazyship?"

"I haven't heard anything of Amunet Black since the night of the bachelorette party."

"Okay."

"I know that everything is all set up and ready to go. But I can't seem to turn off the little voice in my brain that keeps reminding me that everything I've touched for the past four years has turned to garbage. And then Iris asked me to be her Maid of Honor, and I don't know why. And that little voice keeps saying I'm going to ruin this, too."

He took that in. "Do you want logic or sympathy right now?"

She stamped out three more snowflakes, bam bam bam, very carefully. "Logic, please."

"Okay. That's an incredibly arrogant thing to say."

She whipped around, her mouth falling open. "Arrogant?"

"Yeah! Arrogant. We just got finished talking about how everything is planned to the last detail. There are backups of backups. And you think you can ruin it all by yourself? No. Just - no. And while we're on the subject, none of - " He hesitated. "Most of what's gone to shit in the past four years has had nothing to do with you. It was Thawne's fault, and Zoom's, and Savitar's - "

"Killer Frost was my fault," she said. "I should have done more to get her under control myself instead of trying to pretend she didn't exist."

"You're working on that now," he said. "I've seen you. I don't know what you think will happen, but it's gonna have to be a whole lot bigger than you to ruin this day."

"I can't let Iris down," she said in a trembling voice. "She believes in me. I don't know why, but she does."

"Look, I don't know why she asked you, either, but I know it wasn't to test your worth as a person. You've done everything you can to be there for us, to be honest and make up for the things that Killer Frost did and to work on yourself. This isn't some kind of final exam. You don't have to measure up to some impossible standard. We're your friends, not your mom."

She was still for a moment, and then reached up to wipe her face, leaving a smudge of flour behind. "Is sympathy still on offer?" she said in a small voice.

"Of course. C'mere."

She rushed into his arms, bumping him into the table for a split second, but he held her close and they steadied. She snuffled into his hair once or twice and sighed. He could feel the tension seeping out of her body.

He patted her back. "Look, tomorrow's gonna be great. They're going to have an amazing wedding, everyone will look like a million dollars, it'll be an excellent party, and I'll definitely get footage of you doing the Chicken Dance. It's going to be a wonderful day, and nothing's going to go wrong."

She pulled away to look at him. "Say that to someone who hasn't been around for the past four years."

He screwed up his mouth. "Okay. Fair. Um. If something goes wrong - which will have nothing to do with you, by the way - we'll handle it. That's what we do. We're gonna have more metas per capita in that church than Iron Heights. Something goes down, I'll boom it to shit, you'll freeze it solid, Oliver will stick it full of arrows, Kara will, I don't know, pull out one of her million alien tricks. We'll handle it," he said again. "And you'll be part of handling it. Got that?"

She looked doubtful, but when she met his eyes, she lifted her chin. "Got it." She wiped her eyes again. "I think I got flour on your shirt."

"That's okay, I got icing on yours."

"I've been baking for the past three hours. It's not the first stain on this shirt."

"Three hours? Straight?"

"Mhm." She looked around as if suddenly realizing just how crazy she'd gone. "Oh my goodness. I made a lot, didn't I?"

He checked his phone when it buzzed and held it up. "Wally wants to hit Big Belly Burger. Want me to tell him to come over and pick up some yums?"

"I think you'd better," she said.

He started texting back. "Great. He can take those damn cinnamon rolls with the raisins. Seriously. Nasty."

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #Killervibe #fanfiction #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo prompts #I miss them!#the flash #Anonymous

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Big “Malcolm Merlyn and Oliver Queen are lions and no one can convince me otherwise” trash post bcs I can’t help myself

What It Looks Like versus What’s Really Going On.

Fight me.

Warning: Long post under the cut. Because this is so important.

Both Oliver and Malcolm are big muscly brutes but also stealth ninjas. Plus they’re scary predators and they do most of their hunting at night. Ergo, in the animal world, they’re big cats.

The primary difference between the lion and other cat species is that it’s a social animal. Female lions form prides, male lions form coalitions. Malcolm is always more comfortable working with a group than by his lonesome (even if that group is hostile like Team Arrow). After his return from Nanda Parbat he could have chosen to work alone but didn’t. He looked for partners, created an organisation in order to pursue his goal of saving Starling City. Of course he prefers to be the one calling the shots (as leader of his secret organisation or CEO of Merlyn Global or even Ra’s Al Ghul), but he will bend when necessary (he was Ra’s horseman for years after all). As for Oliver, even if he feels like more of a solo artist, one of the first thing he did coming home is bring Diggle into the fold - just like one of the first thing young solitary male lions do after being kicked out of their pride is find themselves a partner, because they know they have almost no chance of making it out there on their own. Wherever he is, Oliver always ends up joining a group or forming his own. These aren’t just things that happen to him: it’s a choice, or a direct result of his personality. Oliver and Malcolm are both always looking to make alliances with different sorts of people (or groups of people). More than that, they are absolutely ready to ally themselves with somebody they don’t like, with each other, if they need to in order to survive, vanquish a common enemy or protect their family.

Generally, there are two things that matters to a lion (apart from food but that’s like every animal on the planet): family and territory/power. Malcolm Merlyn and Oliver Queen in a nutshell. Also note that while male lions are the only male cats who care about family and have a hand in raising their cubs (mostly by offering protection), their focus is the territory. Which is like the whole theme of Malcolm & Oliver’s story in S1: their unbreakable focus on their respective mission despite the distance and tension it creates between them and their respective family members, motivated by their (delusional?) conviction that they are doing this for their family (to secure a better future for them in a better city in the name of those they have lost). The main difference between them being that Malcolm is way more deranged and mostly doesn’t give a shit about human life if they’re not related to him.

Seriously though these two are mad territorial. Every time there’s a new predator showing up on their turf they just go “who are you and wth are you doing in my city rude i’m gonna beat you up”. Well, in season 1 in Malcolm’s case, because after he was ousted he stopped having a turf. But pretty much all 5 seasons for Oliver? (I think the most “wtf” time was when he decreed that the league couldn’t touch Merlyn in S3 while he was in Starling because he was under his protection or something, like I can’t even?? And every time there’s a new vigilante in town he’s like “nope the only illegal justice in this city is mine get out”)

But yeah ultimately one of the things I find most fascinating about lions is also one of the things I find most fascinating about Oliver and Malcolm. Violent, merciless killers who show a softer, more caring side around their loved ones. For lions, it’s like, how vicious and terrible they are to their enemies or preys has absolutely nothing to do with how affectionate and loving they can be to their companions (think Mr T and Kinky Tail of the Mapogos - bloodthirsty bastards who loved each other like hell). That contrast between the monster and the lover is always at play in Oliver and Malcolm’s characters (ofc with different levels of dominance for each side), and it’s just really interesting to me.

Young male lions leave their pride once they come of age, and spend years in hell as nomads struggling to survive in a hostile environment (between buffalo and crocodiles and most dangerous of all: other lions, pride males often in a coalition, eager to hunt them down and break their spine). They have to learn to fend for themselves for the first time (mommy isn’t here to bring the food home any longer), to hunt and fight and stand up for themselves. Most of them die, but those who survive, those who have managed to become... something else, these ones can hope to conquer their own territory by killing or driving away the older resident kings. If this isn’t Oliver Queen’s story I don’t know what is.

Btw, kicking out their grown-up sons is a very important pride male job. Adolescent males (big, lazy, hungry, aggressive, horny and useless) can become a real weight to the pride if they stay around too long, but if the males are neglectful (Malcolm) or distracted dealing with too many prides (Malcolm), they can be late to the task (Malcolm). But once they do it’s always kinda brutal (Malcolm). No offense to Tommy!

Also, really, if we choose an animal to represent Malcolm or Oliver, you know it has to be some major drama-queen. We-have-literally-evolved-a-mane drama-queen level. And the lions mane has basically three main purposes: 1) protection (practical purpose of the suits), 2) intimidation tactics (actual realest purpose of the suits - the whole Hood and Dark Archer personas), and 3) looking gorgeous and attracting females and I think this really fits Ollie Queen and Malcolm Merlyn (Malcolm doesn’t seem particularly interested in sexual or romantic pursuits but he is vain as hell just look at the guy it’s written all over him).

Male lions’ stories are all about war, just like Oliver and Malcolm’s stories are all about war (particularly S1 Oliver). In terms of evolution, they have sacrificed everything in order to become perfect killing machines. Their role in society is to protect or conquer. It doesn’t matter if they’re tired and just want to settle down with their family (happy little cubs!), if they don’t go looking for war war always comes looking for them - it’s a violent life. For lion fans who follow their shenanigans in real life, it can be kind of like Game of Thrones: you have several coalitions fighting over territory - who will be king? And for how long?

So, just like human warriors, there are two types of successful lions: the fiery ones and the cunning ones, of which I kinda think Oliver and Malcolm are fitting representations. Like Oliver “I fought the Dark Archer and Slade Wilson and won thanks to my mad willpower (also remember when I challenged RA’S AL GHUL to a duel twice)” Queen, some lions never run, are always in the thick of battle, and will fight to the death for their territory even against overwhelming odds (in lion fandom, Kinky Tail and Mr T of the Mapogos are again probably the go-to examples). Others tend to pick their battles, avoid serious injury, can patiently wait for a better opportunity or let go of a territory if outnumbered, and sometimes even let the lionesses do the fighting in their stead (the famous Notch is more this type I think - managed to hold on to his first pride alone for 2 years after the death of his companion with the help of the females, got ousted, came back with his sons and took over half the Masai Mara, and remained healthy and beautiful for all of it).

Lions are bloody resilient creatures. Like, it’s astounding what they can survive, and in battle you can see lions fighting to the end despite terrible injuries (freaking broken backs). Oliver Queen is the Arrowverse’s poster boy for resilience, I am not even going to begin listing the reasons why - it’s all over his body anyway and we viewers are treated to many shirtless scenes. And say what you will about Malcolm Merlyn but he also did go through a lot (poison, an arrow through the chest, torture, a handcut - he also lost everything twice), and he’s still healthy and fighting at like ~52 years old (5 years ago he was already saying that Oliver’s youth was a big advantage). “Every warrior must learn the simple truth: that pain is inevitable and suffering is optional”. They both just never give up.

They are both really intelligent, but unlike Ray, Felicity, Barry, etc. they aren’t scientists or tech geniuses. Oliver and Malcolm’s strength lie in tactic and/or strategy, which is what makes them natural leaders. Lions are often seen as big “all brawn and no brains” animals, but they’re actually pretty calculating. They can’t solve complex logical problems like ravens or crows (that’s Felicity btw - Overwatch), but they can count. They know their stuff when it comes to battle. They can calculate the odds, they have their established tactics when it comes to hunting, and they even make strategic choices all the time.

Cute little heir is a troublemaker who worships his dad. Dad’s best friend/brother gets rid of both of them in the same trap, forcing Dad to sacrifice himself for son, sentencing son to exile. Son stays in exile for years, ravaged by guilt, and grows into a formidable opponent. When son comes back, Dad’s best friend/brother is forcing his mother to do his bidding. He finds out he’s the one responsible for his father’s death and stops him, but not before the bad guy had a chance to destroy his home. Tell me you don’t see the parallel. They’re lions.

#mp #malcolm merlyn #oliver queen #arrow #lions #...#this post turned out oddly more serious than intended #it's like half-serious #idek #it's lions guys #also fwiw i tried to rein in the lion fanishness ok #but erhm #there are some metas you gotta write for yourself yk?#trash post #my commentary #parallels

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26 Legends of Notre Dame

How did I do in my other classes? I guess, just fine. Even though I failed chemistry the Fall semester, my grade was so close to passing, my semester GPA was pulled down by only three or four points. I avoided probation, and got nowhere near the Dean’s List. However, the Spring Semester, with that 97 in Chemistry, I missed the Dean’s List by one-tenth of a point. Through it all, I was learning something important about myself- when I put my nose to the grindstone, I do very well. More appropriately, I found out I really could handle the academics…maybe I have a brain, after all.

Before I move out of my first year as a Fighting Irishman, there are three topics of importance about which I would like to tell you a Jim Van Petten, a Notre Dame Legend, Marcia K., a real cute nurse I couldn’t get my eyes away from, and Notre Dame football.

I believe I have mentioned Jim Van Petten two times before now. I have labeled Jim a Notre Dame Legend. I do put him on a level with my personal legends at Notre Dame. The one thing about Jim that separates him from all the other Notre Dame Legends is that he was not very well known. Today, if you ask any Notre Dame fan, student or otherwise, to name three Notre Dame Legends, you might hear Knute Rockne, Frank Leahy, and Ara Parseghian, or Johnny Lujack, John Lattner, and Paul Hornung. It is unlikely you would hear Tom Brennan, Jim McCaraghy, or Jim Van Petten. But if you were a student who took Philosophical Psychology, you would include Tom Brennan; or if you worked as a soda jerk in the South Dinning Hall, you would have included Jim McCaraghy; or if you walked by the Bobbin Restaurant and met another student who was form Oak Park, Illinois, you would have named Jim Van Petten. Brennan, McCaraghy, and Van Petten were my personal legends.

As the first semester was coming to a close, I was standing outside Room 104 O”Shaughnessy Hall, when inside that classroom, a priest was on a rant, yelling at the students in the room. I couldn’t believe what I witnessed. I made up my mind, if that priest ended up being my teacher, I would drop the class.

Prior to the start of the spring semester, I had to register for my classes. In a nut shell, I wanted to take a logic class, but there wasn’t one available that could work into my schedule. My adviser, with the Dean’s permission, put me in a philosophical psychology class for which logic was a prerequisite. When I got into the classroom, 104 O’Shaughnessy, the professor wasn’t there, yet. I took a seat by the windows. Suddenly, my jaw dropped when into the room walked that priest who I watched rant and yell at his unfortunate students. I said to the student sitting in front of me, “This priest is nuts! Last semester, I watched him go out of his mind. I’m gonna drop this course!”

That kid, in front of me, turned around and said, “Are you kidding? Do you know who that is? That’s 88-Brennan. Everyone gets an 88 or better, unless your absolutely stupid. Father Tom Brennan is a legend! This is one of the hardest classes to get into. I wouldn’t drop the class. You just hit a gold mine!”

Yes, I did hit a gold mine! I looked forward to every moment with Fr. Brennan. In that first class, he made it around the room, and had a public conversation with each of us. When he got to me, I’m certain he was taken aback by my size. But he seemed to understand to say nothing of that. Instead, he found out where I was from and my major. Then he discovered I had not taken Logic 101. I thought I had it. But instead, he introduced me to the class as “The Advanced Freshman”. I was thrilled! I was the Advanced Freshman throughout the course. Our final exam, after 40 or so class meetings of humor and Catholic philosophy went like this: He walked into our classroom with a slew of bluebooks, and wrote on the blackboard, “Quid est homo?”. He then looked at Tim Reilly and said, “Reilly pass out the bluebooks, wait until everyone is finished, and bring them all to me at the Huddle. I’m going over there for coffee. I wrote almost a bluebook and a half about man’s soul. The Advanced Freshman learned a lot, and was rewarded with an 89%.

As a soda jerk in the South dining hall, I ran into another “legend”- Jim McCaraghy. Jim was my supervisor. When I first met him, he introduced himself as “Jim McCaraghy, that’s M-c-C-a-r-a-g-h-y, the ‘g’ is silent like pee in swimming”. I can best describe him as an old Irish elf with glasses. He was Irish through and through. Almost a carbon copy of Barry Fitzgerald, except he didn’t have that Irish brogue. He took interest in all of the students, and shared so much of himself. One of his claims to fame was, when Knute Rockne was alive, he regularly joined in on Rockne’s poker night. Only those students, such as myself, who were honored to work with him and talk with him, would call Jim McCaraghy a legend.

Finally, there was Jim Van Petten. Jim is my number one Notre Dame legend! He is what a Catholic, more precisely, what a Christian ought to be. He has always offered himself to anyone in need. Throughout his life, others have always come first. I suppose we met because he gathered I was a student who needed a friend. He regularly ate at the Bobbin Restaurant, which was on my walk from the bus stop to St. Joseph Hospital, where I worked. One late afternoon, he approached me on the street to find out if I was a student. We struck up a friendship that has exceeded sixty years.

Even though I speak of Jim as a saint, he wasn’t perfect. Here are a few of his sins: 1)He would receive money from his grandmother, get on a train, and travel to one of the many Chicago Area race tracks. He had a system. Funny thing, he never got rich from his winnings; 2) He systematically rated girls on an A through F scale. I wish I could tell you the parameters of each grade level. Good looks were important, and so was height. Jim was my size, or even a bit smaller. Eventually, he married Ruth, definitely A material! {Actually, I had no understanding of his rating scale, so I used mine for Ruth) and 3) Jim didn’t know how to be gracious enough to let me win at anything. Be it tennis, ping-pong, pool, or checkers, he would triumph with a poorly hidden gloat. I think, much earlier, I mentioned Jim having more trophies in Oak Park’s Fenwick High School’s trophy cases than Johnny Lattner- a Fenwick student who was awarded the Heisman Trophy and became a Notre Dame Legend. But as you may have guessed, Jim’s trophies were not in football. However, like Lattner, he was an ND legend- one of my own ND legends! Here’s just one example of why Jim Van Petten deserves this honor.

Later in his academic program, he signed up for Business Law, a required course for his major in the College of Business. Jim managed to keep up with any assignments regardless of what horsetracks were open. This, in itself, was near miraculous. However, the greatest feat I witnessed was his preparation for and his performance on the Business Law Final. Hustling back from the horses rather late the night before the exam, Jim went to his Business law book and scanned the 900 + pages through an all-night cram session. He took the final, and ended up with a 96%. If he had just not crammed the night before the exam- he could have returned that book to the bookstore “Unused” or better yet “Unused by a Notre Dame Legend”!

Although not one of my legends, I would like to briefly tell you about Marcia K. and me. Marcia was a nurse (in training) at Holy Cross Central School of Nursing. She was the prettiest nurse I had ever seen. Like, Mary Lou Dillon, I gulped every time I saw her. Most of the time, I would spot her on Saturdays and/or Sundays. She was about my height, blonde hair, a friendly smile, and always said hello. I became somewhat obsessed looking for her any time a group of nurses came down the hallway. I knew she knew I was a Notre Dame student, which meant I was eligible for dating or even marriage.

The big dance for the ND freshmen was coming up. It was called, “A Nigh in Venice”. As you might expect, this was a very scary moment in my life. I hadn’t been to a dance with a date since sixth grade, my only date in high school was the one with Linda Larriar when we ducked for apples, and I hardly knew Marcia. Asking her to attend a semi-formal dance with me was really scary. Somehow, I got up enough courage to ask her. Surprisingly, she said, “yes, I would love to go with you.”

I bought Marcia a corsage, and I had on a new suit. The crazy thing about that night was that I had a “craptastic” time. Little did I know she had the “hots” for a ND freshman who had asked a different girl to the dance. Just about through the entire dance, she was off looking for that other guy, with me following her everywhere. I might have danced with her once or twice. I don’t remember. We didn’t even have our picture taken together under the “A Night in Venice“ sign. At the end of the night, I thanked her and went to give a quick kiss on her lips. She turned her head so she got the kiss on her cheek. I was very embarrassed as I left. At work, the very next day, two of the nurses sought me out and told me why she acted that way. They felt embarrassed for me. Marcia is not a legend; she is a bad memory.

The final topic of thi post is my experience with Notre Dame football. Since I worked on Saturdays, I didn’t see the first game that year. It was an away game, and I can’t remember with whom. The following week, Purdue University was at Notre Dame. Since I got off for home games, I went to Notre Dame Stadium for the first time. All the ND students sat in the northwest corner of the stadium with all the St. Mary’s students next to us, but further into the end zone. My seat was on the end with the aisle to my left. I sat next to a student who was a diehard ND fan. He was irritating. Purdue won the game, and that guy was crying and talking about not being No. 1. You would have thought the end of the world had come. Since Purdue was a team I always liked, and I was not yet fully brainwashed with the Notre Dame spirit, the results of that game did not affect me. Eventually, I reached diehard level, but I never cried. I just got depressed.

And that, as I wrote earlier, is a lifelong malady. I was at Notre Dame as their football performance slid quickly downhill. Even with Paul Hornung, they weren’t that good. The coach was Terry Brennan. He inherited Frank Leahy’s players, so his first two seasons were fairly good. (9-1 and 8-2).

Regarding football, the neatest thing that happened was meeting Don Schaefer. I think he was a half back It was in Dillon Hall. I was applying to be a cheerleader. Schaefer just happened to be there. He couldn’t believe a a little squirt like me was a student. He decided to show everyone in the hall that he could press me. In an instant, I was high over his head. Little did he know he had just pressed a Notre Dame Legend- The Advanced Freshman!

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