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Miles shifted slightly in his spot between Hobie and Pavitr, mask comfortably pulled over his face and staring down into the abandoned warehouse the Prowler had told them the meeting would be held. It was dark, darker than he’d thought it could get, and they weren’t talking because this was more of a stealth mission than anything else.
Across the way, and sticking to the side of the wall, Miles can see Peter B with Gwen. When they came up with the plan, Miles had had to act fast before he could end up getting partnered with the two of them. He’d taken up rank next to Hobie, holding his hand and stating loudly that he was going to be partnered with him no matter what. Prowler had blinked at them, over the building plans for the warehouse, before flatly telling him that he didn’t actually care how they divided themselves up. Gwen had looked a little heartbroken. Peter B looked sad, patting Mayday’s head softly.
Hobie had worked hard trying not to look thrilled. He had only partially succeeded.
What Prowler needed was…not exactly simple, but understandable. He’d explained to the Spider team about how his dad had died when he was younger (the only uncorrupted cop on the force, and lost his life because of it; Gwen had scoffed at that, quietly so that Prowler didn’t notice, and rolled her eyes, and so did Hobie, but Miles believed him), and his uncle had helped him and his mom get by. How Uncle Aaron had become the Prowler, and worked for Kingpin (“what the hell?” Miles had muttered to himself, and “shifted universes” Hobie had whispered back) until he got hurt. Badly. Bad enough to be out of commission for a while.
Miles-42 had discovered a part of his uncle’s secret while he was injured — namely, that his uncle had been the Prowler but not who he’d been working for. Not knowing what else to do, he’d donned the mask and turned to petty crimes, knowing that his family needed money and his uncle couldn’t help for the moment. He’d kept low, not wanting to get caught by anyone, but was eventually discovered by Kingpin; he’d been pulled (threatened) onto his payroll, right as his uncle got better, and was trapped there now.
“I just need help to get out,” he’d told them, “but Kingpin practically rules New York. His reach is literally everywhere.”
“So where, exactly, do we come in?” Hobie had asked, eyes narrowed down at him. The Prowler met his gaze head on, but didn’t say anything until Hobie continued. “How do we help you break out?”
“Fisk’s smart,” he said, smoothing out the edges of the architectural plans, “he’s not just in charge of Brooklyn, but Hell’s Kitchen and Manhattan as well. We’ve gotta get him at the secret meetings and gatherings of the underground.”
“And we think Kingpin is going to be at these secret meetings?” Peter B asked skeptically. “After you just said he was smart? That doesn’t sound so smart, honestly.”
“Fisk won’t be there, no.” The Prowler admitted. “But we’re not looking for him. Yet.”
“But we’re helping you get away from him.” Gwen said.
“We gotta hit him where it hurts first.” He said, sounding just a tad impatient. “Fisk doesn’t show up at these meetings, of course not, he’s far too smart for that. What we need to do is capture this guy first.” He slapped a picture down, showing a smaller man with brown hair and glasses. “James Wesley, Fisk’s right hand man. We get him isolated and alone, we can get to Fisk that way.”
“What exactly do we do with him once we get him alone?” Margo asked, staring down at the picture with a frown. “Where are we supposed to take him? If Fisk’s reach us as long as you say, he’s got the entire force in his pocket, right? Wesley would be given right back to Fisk, no questions asked.”
“What if we put him in one of your gadgets?” Noir said, and Margo shot him such an unimpressed look that Miles practically felt it in his soul. “Like at the Spider Society?”
“Oh, come on, even Noir?” Mikes couldn’t help saying, and Gwen shot him a look this time, sort of like is now really the time, Miles?, to which Miles sort of glared at her a little bit, and Gwen glanced away with a small blush.
“No, but that’s a good idea.” Margo said, “if I could create a small portable force field, we could trap Wesley in that and keep him with us for now. He won’t have electric powers that would blow the barrier out. Will he?” That was directed at Prowler!Miles, who shook his head.
“Wesley’s got nothing far as I know.” He said, “he’s just hella smart and hella loyal. You won’t get any information outta him, and he won’t turn on Fisk to save his life.”
“We don’t need him to.” Hobie said, scratching the side of his face. “Apparently, we just need him out of the way long enough to get to Fisk.”
“And his family.” Prowler added, and the entire Spider team groaned in unison. “His wife, Vanessa, she’s almost like the driving force behind Wilson’s goals. It’s sort of like he had the will and the drive, and the goal, and Vanessa encourages him where he needs it. Convinced him he’s doing the right thing, whether he is or not. Take her out of the picture, it makes Kingpin lose focus.”
“So right hand man, wife, then Fisk.” Hobie listed, and the Prowler nodded firmly. “Sounds a blast, mate. When do we start?”
“There’s a meeting tonight.” Prowler said, and pointed to the building plans. “And this is where it’s gonna be.”
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I am actually. I am so emotional over the Salazar parents and I need to share this to tumblr too.
A lot of stories where the MC is adopted I feel. Either dismiss the biological parents and the impact they have on the kid's life, or makes them evil and abusive, framing the loss of the bio parents as a good thing, or at least something we shouldn't think about just look at this new family.
But Genrex doesn't do that. From the start, Rex wanted to find out more about his parents - it's one of his primary character motivations, next to helping people. He loves them, even though he doesn't know them.
And the more he finds out about them, the more he realizes they loved him. Rylander is consumed by guilt but as Rex's first connection to his pre-Event life, the first thing he does is hug him. And when he tells Rex about his parents, the two things Rex knows is that 1) they were scientists, and 2) that when he was in danger, they were desperate enough to use their secret, experimental technology to save him. Technology built from their desire to help the world, to save countless lives and end countless suffering.
And then. When he finds out that they were dead, he doesn't stop caring. It'd be so easy, too, to tie it up there - his parents were good people, he got his answer about them, the end. But they don't. He doesn't. Because the show is saying once again that they are his parents. He still calls them mom and dad, even as the show makes it clear Holiday and Six adopted Rex as their son. Even as the show even parallels Six and One with Rex and Six (and I will talk about that more later if I don't forget, trust me), to really drive home how much they're family. Rex even says he considers the two of them family, and later that he considers Noah, Claire and Annie family.
He has new family, the show tells us, but his old family still matters to him. He's upset that he never has the chance to meet his parents, that everything he hears about them, about his time with them, is secondhand knowledge. It tells us clearly that not only does Rex still love them, but that he still wants to know them. And everything we find out about them reinforces the love that they had for each other.
We see Abuela and the family in Mexico, who connect him to his birth family and tell him that he was so loved back then, and still is now. We see their office in Abysus through Rex's eyes. The picture of him and his dad on his desk. The drawing Rex drew, proudly pinned to the wall.
We see it in the familiarity of the drawing. That that robot, that build, was what Rex created when he was lost and scared and alone - that it was made to keep him safe. That it first appeared in his mind in a place he felt safe.
The show says, tenderly and softly, that the love is still there. That the fact these people died was nothing but a tragedy, that their love is a big part of what made Rex who he is today - that every molecule in his body is filled with their final gift to him. That every time he cures someone, every time he uses a build, every time he makes a machine - we see the love that they had for him.
And the way he quietly absorbs his father's face. The way he freezes and whispers "Mamá?" when he finds out Zag-Rs has their mother's voice. The fact that she even has her voice as a testament to Caesar's love, too - that it was meant to bring comfort and safety. The way Rex yells at Caesar when he finds out they have a family property, a connection to their past, the way he fights to protect it.
And, none of this takes away still from Six and Holiday being Rex's family too. None of this removes the work either set of parents did for him, the love either set has - the show says that it was unfair that the Salazar parents were lost. That Six and Holiday are not replacements, that they still love him as parents but play different roles in his life. They can not, and have no desire to, replace the Salazars. But Rex needs parents, he needs protectors, and so they will do what they can for him - at first out of necessity, to keep this kid they barely know safe, but then out of love. They aren't replacing what was lost, but are doing their best to do what Rex's bio parents would do. And they do mess up in it - they mess up in ways Rex's bio parents might not have. Six is clearly bad with showing affection, affection we saw the Salazars give Rex so easily, and Holiday is overworked and stressed constantly, sometimes breaking under the pressure and snapping at Rex and Six, things we never saw the Salazars do.
It's just. It's about how sometimes things will not be the same. They will be different. That doesn't mean the people you lost aren't still with you.
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one.
wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
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as a cult survivor, i have immense respect for how @quiddie handled the lukura in burrow's end. specifically in episode 1, the moment that it was revealed that thorn was a cult leader, i was ready to bail, but i decided to stick through the first episode at least just to see if it was something i could handle. and... man. i was genuinely sobbing with relief by the end of the episode.
the problem with so much cult-driven media, i find, is that it dehumanises the members/victims of the cult. they're just there to be vaguely creepy, or to sacrifice themselves for their leader(s), or to die outright to cult doctrine, usually for shock value. they're not actually people.
so you can imagine my fear when the stoats were escaping the poison, that we were going to get some scene where a member has to sacrifice themselves for thorn/viola, or it would be revealed that they all died waiting for orders etc. but we didn't... instead, in their last moments, aabria gave them what cult victims in media very rarely get — agency. viola's anger being met with teedles' "but they have families too," yes... yes!!! thank you! and then "if they ran, it was because they hoped to save them, and i can't begrudge them for that" i just... i don't think i can actually put into words how much that exchange meant to me. it was such a departure from what we're used to. even though most of them still died(?), it was not in service to thorn, or because of their lukura's beliefs. they were mothers and fathers and daughters and sons; they were no different to any of the pcs. they were trying to save themselves. aabria... the woman that you are. thank you.
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NO WAY WE WON FIRST PLACE IN MUSIC
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The story in Yellowface is literally half, no, not even, a quarter as insane as what real life published authors are getting up to in the US if you follow book social media drama
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FTWDs final season could have been so much better if it was revealed that Troy was running padre and controlling madison (as revenge) this whole time. He knew enough about nick and Alicia to make madison think padre knew who and where they were this whole time. And here are some other reasons how this storyline would make sense and be more interesting:
- Troy has a military background so him taking over and running a military base makes more sense than two teenagers building it up by themselves because all the adults died.
- taking and training up children to be solidiers also would make a little sense because of his own fucked up upbringing and the idea he has of the type of people who were made for this world. He would have probably had the same idea as shrike, that the kids stood a better chance at padre than with their “weak” parents. The mother of his child dying for being a good person and not getting to raise their daughter (who would not be named after his abuser) could have also played into this idea of the kids being separated from their good parents.
- shrikes radiation cure experiments: Troy ran walker bite experiments before, just to see how people would turn. So it would also make sense if the work we see shrike doing was something he approved of or an idea he himself came up with. As for shrike, it would make sense that she turned out this way if she’d spent years being mentored by someone like troy otto instead of becoming evil and stealing children just because her dad died.
- the scene where madison smashes the glass to expose “padre” would have been such a good and shocking reveal if it was Troy. Imagine Madison finding out that Troy is not only alive but had been the one running this the whole time!
There’s also a lot of other things I would have done differently for the other characters too and I would have liked Madison to have a little villain era and do some really fucked up shit as she tries to take down Troy and padre. How dark would Madison go? Would she survive with her humanity still intact?
I know I’m just talking into the void here because no one care about this shitshow but I just hate it when shows have a plot that could have been good, maybe even great but then completely miss the mark and fans come with better theories and ideas with minimal effort and thought.
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doctor who is like: here is david tennant as the doctor, now before we get rid of him we’re going to have 2 doctors at once, then proceed to give david!doctor to a beloved companion for them to adopt into their family
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HolyAdhhrShert IT'S ACTUALLY OLIVINE??@!!,,,,?@,@?@@?@,??
I ffidid not expect that either what is going on over at nuca HEAdquartees
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woooo guess who’s about to be straight up ✨homeless✨
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just watched Thrawn have a category 5 autism event
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now that we have our own lil housing system, sky should implement a mail or letter system
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Just watched Fury from the Deep and I love Victoria's exit so much it breaks my heart. She's so worn down by their travels always ending up full of danger and death and her always being put in the position of damsel in distress. She really doesn't want to leave jamie and the doctor but she doesn't want that life and I love that it let's her make that choice. And I love that Jamie's concerned she won't be happy living in, what is to them, the future but she acknowledges she's changed too much to go back to Victorian England, and she's highly unlikely to get back there anyway, not without more death and danger. That the doctor changes his mind about slipping away in the night and agrees to stay another day so Victoria can think about her decision properly without feeling as pressured. The fact that she knows the doctor won't say a proper goodbye because that's his way. The way she stands on the beach watching them row out to the tardis, knowing she'll never see either of them again. The fact she doesn't go back to the tardis with them to collect her belongings. Jamie's "I don't care where we go next" because he's miserable that Victoria made that decision. The Doctor's "I was fond of her too, you know" which is the closest he'll get to admitting how much he cares about them all. I just love it
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I love maki and she's living her best life... but what about yuuji? Like four chapters ago sukuna was finally interested in him and now we're back to yuuji not being considered... why?
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