Bradley grows up in the front seat of his mom's car and in the backseat of his uncle Tom's - soon to be called Pops - car. If Mav had a driver's licence, he would probably have sat a little here and a little there. It becomes part of his universe, and Bradley will end up cherishing every single conversation he had with both of them while they were driving. He won't get the chance to drive his mom around, to young to even reach all the pedals, but he is going to be old and capable enough to drive his pops to the hospital and back every time he needs to, and he will confine dad in the back because he made the mistake of having him in the front once and he got this close to stopping and leaving him miles from home.
At some point, it becomes pretty normal for Ice to sit on the back with Mav just so they can have a conversation, all three of them, with Maverick translating Ice's sign language.
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first attempt at visible mending. i started with stitching the edge of the hole and a denim patch (blue thread). i wanted to do a criss-cross pattern with the purple and green thread but the lines i drew on were hard to see so i ended up free-handing a lot.
i used embroidery thread because that's what i have on hand. i'm not sure if that the strongest option but if the stitching breaks, i'll just try again. the wrinkling in the denim bothers me a little; it's not so bad on the knee but i think for mending the inner thigh area it will be an annoying texture :p
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more naclyoho
since i made progress but did not finish my mending project on the 3rd, i finished it on the 4th. where before there were holes and worn fabric, there is now fun embroidery!
love how it turned out! i'd like to figure out how to fix and protect those ragged stretchy cuff ends too, but that's a project for another time. i also cleaned the toilet bowls.
on the 5th i washed another window's blinds! very slowly, with many breaks, bc what a fucking task lol. that window is taller than me 🫠. but that's 2 windows done! i swept and washed the sill and the floor underneath while i was down there, too, so I won't have to move the piece of furniture that goes in front of it again, if i clean the rest of that floor soon (a big if, but less big for having done that).
today/the 6th, i did some dusting and added in a few high up spots that can't be easily reached and were therefore Very dusty. i wasn't willing to get out a ladder today but i was willing to stand on tiptoe and/or the stairs and really reach, and some stuff's cleaner than it's been in a while for it. also got what I could reach of some wall, which shouldn't be allowed to get dusty, and yet!
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january 24 - dinner || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 557 || cw blood? but more the idea of it
Cooking dinner, and this was the part at which Regulus had always been horrible, the small talk, the place settings, the flickering of a candle in his peripheral vision. A misplaced relationship with his brother because their childhood house had been one of shadows with teeth, and he always had to be on the lookout. He heard a whisper, a rustle of clothing, from down the hallway and looked up to see Sirius halfway out the window, begging Regulus to come with him, to run away, we’ll die in this house, Reg, please.
Regulus sighed, hands on the counter to ground himself to the here and now, Sirius laughing in the other room. He was trying. They were trying. He picked up the drink refills he had been sent into the kitchen to grab and made his way to the dining room, dripping the gooiest parts of himself across his brother’s floor as he did so. Eyes met him at the door, gray on gray, a few more smile lines than his own.
Sirius began to lift a hand to his chest but aborted the movement halfway through. Regulus felt it anyway, a claw mark in his sternum and it was ripping him open inch by inch, a scene from a horror movie, and maybe he was going to be sick because he could feel the wetness through his shirt and if he looked down, surely it would be blood.
“Reg?” Two hands gripped his shoulders, and when he tore his eyes away from Sirius, he was looking at James, his brother’s incredibly stupid best friend. This dinner thing had been for them actually, because Sirius couldn’t be separated from James, soulmates of a peculiar sort, and he had informed Regulus that they had to meet.
A ringing noise then, because Regulus felt like he had met James before, when Sirius was spitting at him in the middle of a grass field, or that’s what it felt like since everything else had fallen away the moment he had heard something something something more of a brother than you’ll ever be. James had been there then, in Sirius’ shadow, sans teeth, and in the smile lines around his eyes that hadn’t been there when he’d left.
Sound came back to him, all of a sudden, as did sensation, and he looked down at the water he had spilled across his shirt and his hands and the floor, heat rising in his cheeks, shards of glass at his feet. Sirius stared at him, shocked, unmoving, per usual. James’ hands were gentle on his shoulders as he moved Regulus backwards, out of the way, sitting him down in a chair and grabbing a napkin from his place setting.
There was silence as James moved around Sirius’ house like it was his own, dust pan for the glass, paper towels for the water, new cups, new napkins, new shirt for Regulus. One of Sirius’ from several years ago, and he remembered this one, which was the only reason he pulled himself out of the chair he’d been guided to and into the bathroom to change.
Forehead to the mirror and a deep, uncontrollable sense of why am I here and so close to calling Barty to come pick him up and James fucking Potter knocking softly at the door.
“Dinner’s ready.”
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Me, lying face down on the carpet: I don't know how many times I have to explain that people love characters like Steve Harrington and Zuko, is that they have done things that are bad. They have said things that are bad. Possibly reprehensible. Possibly violent.
But then. And this is THE fundamental aspect of them that you must understand, they realized they were wrong. They realized that what they did and who they were were not things they were proud of. Were not things they liked doing or wanted to continue doing. Were things that hurt people. They realized that they didn't want to be that person anymore.
And then they changed. They went and tried to apologize to those they wronged. They worked to fix what they had done or helped do. They made strides to be different from what they once were.
Zuko stood up to his father, he apologized to the Gang, admitted to them he and his people were wrong, and taught Aang Fire bending. He changed and he helped and he apologized.
Steve helped clean up graffiti, he went to Jonathan's house to apologize for the terrible things he said and their fight(and got dragged into monster fighting and saved Jonathan and Nancy's lives), he replaced the camera he broke.
They owned up to their mistakes and apologized and did their best to remedy them. The apology and the changed behaviour make these characters likeable. They have flaws that have glared but they have accepted those things, tried to do better than them.
I need you to understand that there are characters out there that do the same things but never apologize. When you question why someone likes character a but not character b, when character a has also done bad things, I need you to think about whether or not that character has apologized and since changed that behaviour and thus been sincere in their apology. That is why. No excuse or justification. Did the character apologize and change? Did the other not? There you go.
Me, sitting up with the imprint of the carpet on my face: Woah haha where'd that come from?
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