30 year old bi female cosplayer and magician who is still a nerd and not about to let up on that anytime soon. A lot of nerdery will be found here across many fandoms and some slash on occassion.
Things I have learned from historical Hamilton tumblr. This tavern conversation would have happened in real life and musical (just change the hair):
Burr: So a red head and a strawberry blond walk into a room…
Madison: And they commence arguing about the color of the sky that morning while I get a migraine…
Adams: Dammit, Burr! We're not at work. Don't invoke the bastards names!
She tried to ignore the way he looked at her after the tape went on. There was something underneath the anger Vic had no intention of delving into. The last thing she wanted now, was to humanize this monster in any way. She needed Wayne back and that was the focus she had to keep. At this point Vic was ready to achieve it by any means necessary.
When Manx's tantrum started, Vic ignored him, the way a mother would a naughty child. 'See how you like my mothering skills now, you bastard' , she thought viciously. He acted like a child, he'd be treated like one.
But the wine of the Wraith outside, oh, that grabbed both Vic and her father's attention. She saw the way Chris tensed, waiting for the Wraith to get too close, to learn her lesson. But they both knew it would put Wayne at cost as well. Vic urged her to learn, but not at the cost of her son's safety. It was a sharp edge to balance on.
Chris perked when she started to honk. Over and over she went, until Vic grit her teeth. But Chris McQueen was nodding his head in time to the space between honks. It caught his daughter's attention.
"Is she talking?" Vic asked in disbelief.
Chris nodded. "No. Not right. Same thing over and over again. Sounds like we pissed her off." Her father had the look of someone lost in wonderland when he'd been in Massachusetts just before.
At the muffled yelling, Vic finally turned to glare at Charlie. She couldn't ignore him forever. Seeing where his anger lie, Vic shook her head. "Any idea why that's pissing him off so much?" She asked Maggie, gesturing down to her friend's newest burn mark.
It had been a crazy plan. One no one but Vic could have cooked up with how many bats her bridge was missing by this point. Even her father and Maggie had wondered if they could pull it off.
The plan? Kidnap Charlie Manx.
They’d caught him unawares leaving a gas station and knocked him out. Maggie’s tiles had given them the location. Only after trying to get Wayne out to no avail had they gone through with the plan. It was what Vic expected though, that’s why they needed Manx. He was the only one who the Wraith would listen to.
Out gunning the Wraith once she realized her driver was missing had been a white knuckling experience, but they’d reached the warehouse and gotten in unscathed, barely. The side of the building had some of the Wraith’s paint on it where Chris had been a second beforehand.
It was surreal now to see an unconscious Charlie Manx, bound to a chair in the middle of a leaky roofed warehouse while the Wraith revved and squealed her tires outside like an angry guard dog.
“You really think this is gonna work, Brat?” Chris McQueen asked his daughter wearily, arms crossed as he looked at the man who’d taken his grandson and nearly killed his daughter in the process.
Vic dragged a chair at least six feet from Manx’s chair and turned it around to sit and wait for the maniac to wake up. “We have him. Now we find out what buttons to push to get Wayne back.”
you’re allowed to just - not like a thing. be it a show, a plotline, a character, a pairing whatever. you just be like “i do not Vibe with this” and move on. you don’t need to explain your preferences, you don’t need to discover some way in which you can call the thing “””problematic””” to justify you not liking it. if something doesn’t spark joy within you, that’s absolutely valid enough.
When your head hits the pillow tonight, remind yourself that you’ve done a good job. You are headed down your path at your own pace, and with every obstacle you are trying your utmost best. Be patient with yourself, and remember that big things are achieved not all at once, but one day at a time. -Nicole Addison
No, I didn’t buy this tea brewer because it’s a black stag, and frankly I resent the implication. I simply needed to replace my ancient Teavana over-the-cup brewer because it finally fell apart. It’s a total coincidence, I assure you. Anyone claiming otherwise is of dubious morals.