My media this week (12-18 May 2024)
the fucking contempt that dripped from his voice!
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😊 Tea and No Sympathy (who_la_hoop) - 70K, drarry - enjoyable enough, set 2 yrs post war, draco gets stuck in a time loop & learns some things
😊 That's What You Get For Waking Up In Vegas (Oh_i_swear & ThePirateStorm) - 96K, shrunkyclunks - cute & entertaining - ymmv depending on your threshold for lots of britishisms in the dialogue of two ostensibly american guys + highly unrealistic kid behavior
😊 head above water (yourblues) - 91K, hocky rpf, started almost too slow burn for me since I don't know the characters involved but well written & compelling enough that I wanted to know & then about halfway thru I was fully in
😍 This, You Protect (Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail #1) (owlet) - 64K, recovering WS Stucky, one of the preeminent classics in the Stucky fandom featuring Cat Eleanor, The Olds, grilled cheeses and sheep pj pants.
💖💖 +56K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
Kelly, the Well-Meaning and Very Confused Barista (chaya) - MCU: barbershop quartet, 6K - "An outside observer confuses the 'barbershop quartet' as one woman with a really bad habit for cheating. Complete fluff." - I really love a well-done outsider POV
and now you will not be alone any more (pocky_slash) - X-Men: cherik, 5K - "Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that." - love stories where Erik's like a feral cat that accidentally domesticates itself without realizing it
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
Girls5eva - s1, e2
That '90s Show - s1, e1-2
The Unicorn - s1, e1-2
QI - series U, e9-15
Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e21
The Brokenwood Mysteries - s10, e3
Dead Boy Detectives - s1, e1
D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Ragenarok (Part 1)" (s21, e19)
D20: Adventuring Party - "Only Cowgirls Get the Blues" (s16, e19)
Doctor Who - s1 (series 14), e3
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Musée Mécanique
Re: Dracula - May 12: What Manner of Man is This
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - To the Moon and Back with Rebecca Boyle
Shedunnit - Bonus: The Chalet School
The Sporkful - Bringing Georgia O’Keeffe To Life With Her Recipes
99% Invisible #581 - It's Howdy Doody Time!
Decoder Ring - How the Jalapeño Lost Its Heat
WikiHole - Nathan Lane (with Zach Woods, Jeff Hiller and Katie Dippold)
Under the Influence - The Gong Show: Ads That Could Never (Ever) Run Today
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Bonnie and Clyde Ambush Museum
WikiHole - Patrick J Adams (with Bowen Yang, Mary Beth Barone and Marie Faustin
Points North - The Legend of Heike's Tombs
The Allusionist - 194. Word Play 4: Good Grids
Pop Culture Happy Hour - I Saw the TV Glow is weird and transfixing
Switched on Pop - Is pop music just fast food? (with Gastropod)
The Fandom Show - 29: The Golden Girls (with Tricia Black)
Dinner’s on Me - Zachary Quinto
99% Invisible #582 - Rocket Man
Vibe Check - Saying the Quiet Part Out Loud
Re: Dracula - May 15: Lizard Fashion
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Looking to the past and future of Black Twitter
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Underwater Sculpture Gardens
Welcome to Night Vale #248 - Mother Lauren
The Fandom Show - (NEW) Doctor Who
Re: Dracula - May 16: This Man Belongs to Me
Wild Card - Why Chris Pine gave up on being perfect
Wild Card - Chris Pine on performing the role of "movie star" + more Issa Rae (Wild Card+)
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Gabbing Goblins with Colin Dickey
Dinner’s on Me - Harry Shum Jr.
Persuasion by Jane Austen - Persuasion 1. | Meet the Elliots
The Fandom Show - Our Flag Means Death
Short Wave - Scientists Reveal Mysterious Origin of Baobab Trees, Rafiki's Home in 'The Lion King'
Dear Prudence - My Mom Forgot to Take Her Medicine and “Accidentally” Made Racist Remarks. Help!
It's Been a Minute - Bumble & the trap of modern dating; plus, living ethically in COVID's aftermath
Endless Thread - Catfish for dinner
Strong Songs - "Easter Theatre" by XTC
Dinner’s on Me - Danielle Brooks
Re: Dracula - May 18: It was No Dream
99% Invisible - The Power Broker #05: Brandy Zadrozny
Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Maya Hawke
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Sweetheart Soul
The Romantics Radio • Familiar
The Essential Survivor [Survivor] {2014}
My Supermix
AM In The A.M.: '70s Pop Morning
"Beach Baby" [First Class] radio
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"You don't cook."
It's all Sebastian can think to say, all Sebastian can think at all. His mind is a blur these days - nightmares, and the new meds, maybe? He can't remember when it started to feel like that, it's far from an all time low still, so he'll take it.
There's a heavy looking stewpot on the kitchen table, Styx had to move a couple (a dozen) empty coffee mugs to put it here, and he started cleaning another pot, taking a pack of uncooked rice out of his pocket like it's something absolutely normal to carry.
"Nah, I don't like to cook, not the same."
It's maybe one of the first things Sebastian had learnt about Styx. Mysterious, foul-mouthed Styx. A stray black cat that miraculously let him into its life.
"Then why are you cooking?"
"Well that's what best friends are for, right? Suffering mild inconveniences to make sure the other doesn't fucking die?"
Sebastian attempts a laugh, but it doesn't seem to be what Styx is going for. He rinses the pot, fills it with water, turns the hob on. He doesn't add salt. Sebastian always boils saltwater. Well, except for coffee. Which reminds him- "Bastian, how long have I know you?"
"Five years." He picks his current mug up from the ground, waltzes around Styx to refill it with coffee, put it in the microwave. He watches the mug rotating, sickly porcelain under the yellow light. He doesn't remember what he was doing before Styx came in. It's nearing eight in the morning, maybe he was off to bed.
"And do you know how old I am?"
"No. What, have you finally decided to tell me?"
"Dream on. But I've been around for decades before you were born, and chances are, I'm gonna be around for decades after you're gone. You're gonna die on me, mate."
Strange thought. Strange idea, to say it out loud. Sebastian knows Styx is old - too old. Like a vampire or something. He opens the microwave before it beeps, blows on the coffee to assess the temperature. Just a little more. Thirty seconds.
"And I made peace with that. Mostly. When you stormed into my life like the petulant nuisance you are I thought 'Oh, shit, I'm gonna follow this idiot till the day he dies'," seventeen seconds, "and so I know, I always knew. But I'm not gonna let you wilt away like a houseplant."
Five seconds, Sebastian takes the mug out. Blows on it. Just right. "I don't know what you mean."
"You're melting."
Again, a strange choice of words. Styx chooses strange words all the time. Again, Sebastian is tired. Sitting on his bed might be his best choice. He crashes there. "When was the last time you ate a full meal?"
"I dunno. Yesterday? Dinner?"
Instant noodles. It's a meal. It's literally a meal. It's not that long ago, and he had snacks, too. Lots of snacks. Too many? He didn't count. There were moments he had to eat something, and he did. Surely that is enough.
"You can't do this shit to me, Bastian. D' you know what it feels like, to be skinny?"
Of course he knows. His noodle arms are here for that. For all the time Sebastian has known him, Styx has never been particularly thin. His thighs are full, his arms, soft, his stomach round. He puts the stewpot on the second hob, curry, maybe. "I don't-"
"I've fucken been there, kay? And right now you don't see it, but I see it."
The water boils, and Styx pours the rice in it, before joining his best friend on the bed. Dirty laundry by his pillow. The duvet is out of the sheets. It's a bit of a mess, but Styx's place is messier, and Sebastian lights a cigarette. Misplaced satisfaction, like his ribs when he scratches his back. He remembers he was real skinny once, too, he remembers he liked how small his boobs got when he ate just a little, just a little less - now his chest is flat, it is not an issue. The ribs, still. A drop of left-over euphoria.
Styx opens his mouth wide, and Sebastian wonders if he got a new piercing for his tongue, but he points at two teeth. "Those are fake. The real ones died in my mouth because I was too fucked in the head to eat properly." He should have lowered the heat on the rice - and salt, he didn't put salt in. Sebastian doesn't get up to correct it. He looks at Styx's teeth.
"Being underweight hurts. You get used to it. Get used to being cold, all, the, bloody, time, you bruise more easily. Everything bruises. Sitting on the floor for too long. Leaning on the fucking wall. And you don't really notice, because it's normal now."
There are red and purple bruises all over Sebastian's knees. He didn't do anything too extreme. He bruises easily. Always has. Probably. He pulls the duvet towards him, covering his legs.
"Wounds take longer to heal, too. And you get sick. And you get used to it, too, I got used to my throat being sore like I got used to my knees aching after walking a fucking mile, and it took a decade to get my head out of this crap. You're smart, Bastian, like me. Don't think you're too smart to fall for this shit."
He is, still. He eats enough. He toes the line. He's not underweight - or barely. He is, just barely. He did the math. He can still work. His body is okay enough.
"Because that's not how it works. It's worse when you're smart, cause your mind is so goddamn good at tricking you, at arguing against the people telling you you're not okay, telling you you can toe the line between a disordered eating and an eating disorder just for science, as an experiment - but you're just getting worse."
Sebastian thinks it's maybe the longest he's ever heard Styx talk at once.
"Fucking around and finding out with your health is bullshit. I should be dead, Fen." It's been years since Styx called him that. He can't imagine a world where Styx is dead. No, no. "This is an experiment, but you're the subject, and the rot in your brain tries to convince you you're the scientist."
The smoke on Sebastian's tongue brings nausea. He doesn't like the feeling - scrutiny. Helplessness.
"Not eating is not gaining control. I promise. I swear to Christ."
It rings like a doom bell. It echoes in the empty pit of Sebastian's stomach, where guilt lives, allowing no roommate.
"Shit."
"Yeah. It's shit. I took some books, so I can stay a few days. But I'm not leaving until you eat."
Black eyes. Wet and shiny. Sebastian isn't hungry - and he knows Styx has a point. He knows there is a rot in his brain, that lies. It speaks with his voice, when it promises he'll eat later. It likes his bones bare. It recoils at the thought of getting better. Fatter. Happier. It recoils beneath Styx's eyes.
"Okay."
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