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jrueships · 2 months

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can you please walk us through the relationship between wemby and jabari the people need to know

i think the most notable thing about vic and Jabari's relationship is that they don't have one, when it would be so beneficial if they did. they're like two soldiers fighting for the opposite sides of a war, too loyal to the cause to stop and think about what could have been if they just lowered their respective weapons aimed by cold hands larger than their own. foils by fate, friends by freedom.

' remember, you will Always be Different. '

' remember, you will Always be Replaceable. '

'Replaceable'

Jabari's dad made it in the NBA, then didn't. He was a big that could shoot, but wasn't a post-up man. Back then, post-up was the desired style. Ironically, now, it's all about shooting. But his dad didn't live in the now, and his career in the US was short-lived, to keep it cordial. Jabari's older brother played basketball throughout his whole life, but stopped after college. Jabari's cousin, Kwame Brown, was drafted 1st overall in the lottery, and became a notorious bust for the Washington wizards.

Basketball is a business. Basketball is fleeting.

It doesn't matter that a big with sharpshooter skills is valued as something so 'prized' in today's nba, not back then, not when it would have mattered for Jabari's dad. Making it is one ballpark in its own, but Staying in it? Can perhaps be an even more painful ordeal when the hoops to accomplish it aren't circus hoops, but a plain hill some just don't have the strength, mentality, or the materials to help climb without distraction or pitfall.

Jabari's dad made sure Jabari had this threat forever ingrained in his mind. When he yells at Jabari for misplaced eye contact, for typing the wrong words in a public social media reply, for reacting in a way a camera might misinterpret, it's out of love. Jabari's dad was known for being a hassle to coach back then, maybe because he knew his potential and no one else did because it was too new to the mold. So he makes sure Jabari doesn't follow his same habits. Jabari is polite to authority, simply replies with a 'Yes Sir' or a 'No Ma'am', he holds eye contact, he wakes up hours before he needs to just to jump rope, just to uphold the standards that his family could not. He is Everything his father is and isn't, plus more. When his team wins, he's still talking about his missed freethrows even 8 hours later. Because someone else could have won the game And hit those free throws too . someone from a family that gained success and stayed in that success. Someone who wasn't Just Another Son of a basketball player trying to do what his father couldn't, someone who was Different .

Everyone knew wemby was different. When his literature class was asked to write an essay about your future dreams in life, he wrote a fictional romance about a couple where the woman got in a car accident and was comatosed as a result, but got better in the end. He didn't write about being a great basketball player one day, because his parents don't pressure him to hunker himself into the norm, even though his mother once was and now coaches. If Wemby one day realized this wasn't for him, they would encourage him to leave and follow whatever greater passions propelling him. He's so agile for his size because his dad was an Olympic talent in track and field. He is someone who has hobbies and talents that are considered common alone, but strange combined, because he loves what he has and what he does. He reads every night for one hour before bed not to appear as some pseudointellectual, but because he Genuinely loves it, and when he loves something, he excels at it. He does try to be different, but not out of ego. He just loves to be. He either accomplishes at 200% or zero. It may be 200% in an unexpected direction, but it's His direction and that's what matters. If he somehow does wind up a bust, a possibility he considers without fear but acceptance as potential fate, then he won't go down as yet another failed first pick. He'll fall as he flew, Victor Wembanyama.

' Different '

' Replaceable'

Jabari winces each time he's subbed out, even for a second, even on an injured ankle, he's silently Stubborn, his posture shrunken and his gaze at the ground yet his eyes, big, wobbling, staring up always at the speaker, he's silently scared.

Jabari doesn't Want to be different. He just wants to be what his family couldn't be when it came to fame: irreplaceable . His parents split when he was younger, he tries his hardest to appease them both as to not cause any more issues. The relationship relies on his shoulders more than ever, and he can't fumble it again. He has to be what his dad couldn't so his dad can stay, commenting on commonality or surprises. He wants to support his still working mother, especially after the split. He doesn't Want to be unique, he just wants Security.

Because this can crumble any moment now, it doesn't matter how high your pick was or how bright the future Could Have been or how the game would later shift to your style if you had just somehow Stayed. Why bet on low chances if you know you can't handle the risk. He shakes any college coaches' hands that showed up to his practices, personally thanks them for coming even though he's one of the best in the country so their presence should be a given to him, it's not. When he picks a college, he picks one that guaranteed their faith in him from day One, and didn't require any further prodding to finally say '.. Maybe we'll offer you a position' like Kentucky did, as big and famous as it is, it wasn't Secured . They saw him as a risk at one point, and that's everything he's been trying to avoid when it came to attention, negatively standing out.

Jabari wants to be known as the strong shoulder to the world. He WANTS to be known as That One Guy who can just carry everything, nameless but Good. He just wants to be Good. Please tell him he's good. Please tell him what he's doing is Good. That basing his entire personality around yet another soldier who ultimately fell in battle but fought nonetheless being nameless is Good. Please feel free to give him all your burdens to bear like he's just some mule, an animal, a Tool .. because that means he's Useful, at least. That means he's Good. And if he isn't good, then he's nothing. Because you can always just buy another one anyways. A better one.

'Different'

Although his parents try not to treat Wemby by simplifying his differences into a strictly labeled, simple FUTURE BASKETBALL PRODIGY box at birth, that doesn't mean that can always stop others from doing it. Wemby signed his first autograph at ten years old.

It didn't matter if he was a kid who was so much more than just his basketball future, basketball fans wanted one thing from him and one thing only: Success. People didn't care about his literary skills or his drawing hobbies. The eyes on his alien needed to be smaller 'so your shoe can sell better, trust us, it's still Your drawing.. your weird little .. not money-making hobby, do believe me, Vic, We know what We're doing. You just stick to whatever you do.'

His differences, in the end, are minimalized just to that. He's just Different. That's what everyone says who wouldn't really care to say anything at all if he never hooped as well as they wanted in the first place. The youtube videos of 40 year old men criticizing his 15 year old games didn't Really care if he was just a kid, they just cared in the 'imagine when he reaches peak physicality? imagine the points (money) he'd make for the nba.' His beautiful differences, artistic, soft, unique but oh-so wonderfully common and passionate.. are all dissolved into 'Different', the Base definition.

he's an alien. Someone you can just dump all your poverty franchise worries onto because don't worry, he's Different. Trust me, he'll save your team. 'He's Different. ..am i talking about how he'd effortlessly answer questions in class while also trying to hide the fact that he's playing on his phone by tucking his bony legs awkwardly in his chair and crouching his spine over that it looked almost scary? HELL NO? what does THAT have to do with BASKETBALL?? no, he's just freakishly long, but like. Gifted. Though. ... I don't know, man, he's just DIFFERENT, okay? you can trust me, i'm a sports podcaster, okay? everything i say is gold.'

A celebrity approaches him because he was different than most famous basketball athletes. He was Different. And yet, when he didn't recognize or notice her presence due to Different cultures ( due to Being Genuinely, Detailedly Different ), he was scorned and ushered out of public eye so another possible pr bomb couldn't injure his reputation as a Difference That They Really Would Rather Not Want.

that's what his reading falls into, his old friends, his family, his art, his personality. If it's beyond ball, if it's beyond Business. The world only cares if it's marketable. Sure, some reporters will ask a question outside of sport, but only because it'll be a Different.. funny little nugget of knowledge for fans to laugh at then soon disregard for what Really made him famous. But, Wemby is what he always wanted to be. He's Different. So What if it's not exactly the kind of Different he actually wants, he actually functions on? No one has the time to perform 200% anymore. Slap the label you wanted and call it quits, stop being so High-Maintenanced. That's not marketable.

You're just different. And to some people, that's all you'll ever be. No need to explore it any further. Who knows, your Consumers might find something they won't like. And we can't risk that happening to our greatest circus freak.

i mean. Generational basketball talent .

If there's a press conference going on that somehow includes the two, then Wemby just wants to be sure everyone can hear what he really wants to say, in his own words, not echoing anyone else's, and Jabari just wants to Be in the Room.

His brother stopped playing basketball because his family said he didn't try hard enough. Jabari Can't have that. His whole life revolves Around basketball, around sport. He doesn't WANT to be DIFFERENT if that isn't the soundest option, he just wants to be GREAT. Because GREAT is SUCCESS. Jabari Smith is not success. It's just a retry at it . His father shares the same name.

Wemby's life did not always revolve around basketball, to people, at one point. At one point, Wemby's life was just his life. Now, it seems like only his family think that, and they're from a whole other country. When he comments on videos critiquing his playstyle, he doesn't do so out of anger or questioning, he does so because he genuinely Wants to improve. He Does want to be great. But, he wants to be great in Everything that he finds interesting. He always did. When he likes an author, he reads All their books, not just their most notorious novel. He wants to be transported into other people's worlds so he can learn, so he can change, so he can be Different. Even if he somehow were to lose all of this fame, this Greatness, this job, this opportunity, he will never really lose. Because he's someone who's always taken opportunities to the fullest, so even if they pan out a little differently, that's Fine, really, because he's different. Not in the minimizing, dictionary definition then leave the meaning at that different, but in the butterfly effect. What he once was ten days ago is not exactly the same of what he is now, and it hurts, sometimes, when people fail to see that, or simply don't want to because textbook different is easier to digest than worldly different.

IN SHORT.. theyre foils. i can't Exactly walk u thru their relationship bcs .. there Isn't one.. & that's what's so Interesting about them. That's what makes their relationship, to me. Because if they WERE to be friends, if they somehow in some alternate world WERE to get paired up on the same team... they would be friends. I really think they would be. Not only because their signs are so compatible, or their differences are so stark, but because their similarities would triumph everything beautifully. Maybe. We don't know because they Weren't paired together, we can only speculate. But i think it would be big and beautiful, whatever they would have, it would be Something.

unfortunately, we don't live in an alternate world where they're teammates though ! Double unfortunately, Jabari and Wemby's biggest similarity is their loyalty to the game (a double-edged sword in both their lives from Jabari's silent unhealthy desire to be limited and Wemby's silent desperation not to be) Wemby, in Jabari's eyes, is Indeed a powerful...

Problem.

He's not really a person to him . In all fairness, no one really is when they're involved in the basketball world, not to Jabari, not from the way he's been taught. Everyone's supposed to be Replaceable, a faceless tool in the pocket of good business.

.. except for This freakazoid. Apparently.

APPARENTLY, he's some supposed 'saint'. someone to be feared for being more. APPARENTLY, the reporters just LOVE yapping about him SO much, that Jabari HAS to take the time out of his training just to talk about some guy who doesn't even GO here, yet when they ask him about his opinion on future prospects. WELL, that's ALL wemby IS to Jabari, just another future prospect. Just another problem.

A problem he'll be sure to check off his list.

... okay, so Maybe he's a bit more than a problem.. maybe.. he's just a really persistent problem? yeah, that's it, nothing more. Jabari will work through this. He Always does. That's what he does well, Work.

Wemby wonders if that's all he ever does .

But he doesn't have long before Jabari's marching down the tunnel to beat himself up over all his mistakes other people would never make, and Wemby's being escorted to an interview that other people would never make solely to show how Much he just Stands Out as a soul... in basketball .

I hope they find each other in basketball, and out of it as well. I just feel like

Something would Happen

#THANK YOU for this ask #i was so scared making it tho like... im srry it's so long but im afraid i cant short answer in life 😭#if im scared it's gonna miss something 😭#i MAY be an overthinker hooper 🗣‼️‼️💯🔥#in reality thank u for asking fr <333 it's been a while since ive done one of my (in)famous ted talks LMAO #i hope this helped 😊!! <- i say as the whole point of it was that it couldnt actually help #LiSTEN- iN THE END.. IT'S FOR THE DELULUS IM AFRAID #the OHHHH but the POTENTIALL #mfs who have mental illness (multi shipping)#theyre like pg and dame Thats a Bad Shot to be #like they both have insane 200% or nothing work ethics... but driven into such POLAR opposite means to an end #theyre like two people who wrote an antithesus to the other but would actually rule the world together if given the chance #2 veey powerful heroes belonging to two different alliances or worlds.. holding similar but different ideals #corny one liner quip bcs i have to for the kids marvel wemby and trying to be edgier bcs fck them kids dc jabari #idk theyre insane to me #pls say u understand #bcs i dont think i rlly do myself and thats why i love them so much #theyre a puzzle and i wanna know if the final product is exactly what ive been imagining from the pieces given to me #or if it's completely opposite #either way it's so fun for me to figure out but again. i may be insane #if i am .. feel free to tell me 😭😭 really. at least have the courtesy to tell the polar bear his world is melting before taking a picture #ted asks #ted longer #jaba #webby #IF I MISSPELL WEMBYS NAME PLS BE NICE 2 ME. I DID LORE RESEARCH HIM i SWEAR. I RESEARCH ALL MY POSSIBLE SHIPS PEOPLES CUS IM SCARED OF #MISINTERPRETATION. SO IF U SEE ME MISSPELL WEMBY.. IT'S BCS I AM STUPID YES. BUT LIKE. NOT WITH RESEARCH. IT'S JUST MY STUPID BRIAN #*BRAIN**** <-SEE?? i Dont think i have to explain any further how his name is a Nightmare for people like me who #think 8s are 6s on a math test and fails bcs of it EVEN THO the problem wouldve been right if it WERE to be a 6.. it is simply not

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kimbapisnotsushi · 7 months

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oh please talk about kawanishi taichi i love that silly guy

OF COURSE ANON I TOO LOVE THAT SILLY GUY LET'S GET IT!!

(also i am SO sorry for taking so long oh my god i am back in action and catching up i promise!!)

i think he likes beanies in his casual wear

idk kawanishi feels like such a beanie person but not the douchebag slouchy ones he's got one that's a little snug and has something embroidered on it like a bird or something

okay that's a lie. he has ONE douchebag slouchy beanie that makes him look like how a high school romance shoujo mangaka of the mid-2000s would dress a flashy somewhat-delinquent teenage boy (honey lemon soda my beloved)

this, of course, could not be farther from the truth

the entire second year is scared of him bc they never somehow realize he's there until he says something and they're like "holy SHIT". this also means he knows a bunch of hot gossip

(the hot gossip miyagi group chat: kawanishi, watari, onagawa, and narita)

on the other hand. that means the students of 2-5 win the contest for "best cultural festival attraction" between classes bc they had the best haunted house the miyagi prefecture had ever seen

he's on really good terms with the school nurse because sometimes he sneaks into the infirmary to take naps during lunch or gym periods

knows how to lockpick BECAUSE he keeps trying to sneak into the infirmary. and occasionally the school roof for their "team bonding picnics" so that tendou doesn't have to keep swiping the key from the student council

i'm not just saying this bc i like enamel pins but i think kawanishi DOES like enamel pins. he's got a collection of these edgy sarcastic ones that he thinks are hilarious in a "started-ironically-and-now-i-can't-stop-pipeline" kind of way

he's got this whole tumblr-grunge-indie-hipster thing going on with his douchebag slouchy beanie and denim jacket with pins all over the collar and ripped jeans and converse sneakers and shirabu thinks he pulls it off unfairly well

i feel like kawanishi also really likes fantasy/sci-fi and is actually SUCH a huge secret nerd about it. and really likes cyberpunk and fantasyland settings you'd get from like idk snow white with the red hair or nivalis (i KNOW it's an indie game that's not even out yet but sue me i don't know cyberpunk all that well)

he and tsukki actually become friends while arguing about how much of akira is deep meaning and how much of it is actually just straight up bullshit because WHAT the fuck was that

also he's subscribed to a bunch of these small artists on youtube who make background music and fun art to go with them bc he can put together a great soundtrack for getting hw and studying done

likes getting lil gifts for shirabu, especially to add to his stationary collection. shirabu has sticky notes in the shape of whales and ice cream and paper lanterns and washi tape with fireworks and beach motifs and bakery stuff and it's all because of kawanishi

kawanishi just sticks to the plain solid-color square sticky notes that he uses to leave shirabu notes around his dorm. just small things, really, a reminder that this is a place shirabu belongs and it is a place he is loved. you're doing great. get some water soon. i'll bring you dinner, just text me. don't forget to sleep.

and shirabu will be hard pressed to admit it, but those might be his favorite sticky notes of all

#LMAO WAIT I REMEMBERED SOMETHING I COULD HAVE USED INSTEAD OF NIVALIS #not that i should have bc idk if it counts nor can i rec it in good conscience but. the aesthetic fits i think #anyways i googled a bunch of stuff for this and that's how i learned that final fantasy is apparently cyberpunk???#this completely messes with the image i had of it in my head for like. the entire last eight years or so #also like. i'm assuming this came from my mixed inarizaki/shiratorizawa post where i talked kawanishi and kawashira there a bit #so pardon me for getting a lil bit sappy there at the end. bc i love them #ANYWAYS I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT OH MY GOD I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANON TY FOR THE ASK <333 #kawanishi taichi #shirabu kenjirou #kawashira #honorable mention also goes to:#tsukishima kei #and #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu hcs #sou says stuff

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wolvisms · 2 months

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dude i love love

#it’s nearly love day!!!!!! MY FAVE DAY AHHHHH #no bc. you have vday lovers and vday haters. i ignore the haters. no need to be bitter bc you’re single !#the ‘blocking every couple i see’ people are the ones who need the most love… within themselves first! ;)#like.#i’ve been single most valentines days and i was still always so happy like AWW ITS SO CUTE I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE IN LOVE #like it’s nice to see ppl in love!!! and love yourself!!!!! i’ve always loved to treat myself on previous vdays #like i’d get myself flowers for my room! or cute lil chocolates or something idk??#i love the decor everywhere?? in shops. restaurants. just outside in general. all those little red hearts and roses decorations everywhere #like hearts are my fave!!! and roses are my fave flower <333 plus i love the weather in feb likeeee i’m a summer baby but i just ❤️ winter #anyways. i think i love valentine’s day more than most ppl do but… it’s okay. i love it sm #like… people love halloween. or christmas. or whatever idk. but valentine’s day is where it’s at for me.#it’s just so ✨me✨ i think #celebrating love??? HECK YES. friends family partner anyone omg. just love one another ! we need more love!!!#it’s just PERFFFFECTTTT for a lovergirl like me to have an excuse to be extra mushy and cute HEHEHEHEH #i feel it’s ironic that a slightly moody n broody girl like me is so soft n gushy inside and loves vday. (according to mi amigos n my bf)#but!!! uggghhhhh it just brings out the soft in me DO U GET IT #i’m done. i yapped sorry #briar rambles

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sukugojo · 7 months

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don't answer if you don't want to!!

why did you start shipping sukugojo? i am a sukugojo fan for approximately a year now, i've written many fics for them but like seeing that you're entire blog is dedicated to them, i just wanted to ask why you wanted to ship sukuna and gojo together?

i don't think i could tell u why i ship them if i'm honest. i'm the type of person of who doesn't really have reasons for shipping things haha i just see something and if it tickles my brain, then i go ooh!! i like that!!! and that would be the case for sukugo too :D they just make me happy <33

but i guess i could talk about what i think makes them a really great ship

like, the thing about sukuna and gojo is that they're strong. the strongest. both the strongest from their respective times. and that leads to a lot of fun parallels between them and their positions and their ways of being (things that are now being explored in canon!). which means that they're the only ones who truly get each other.

they're equals. and in a world where they have no equals, a life where they are at the pinnacle of everything, the lonely (and boring!) top, where no one else seems to truly get them, to truly challenge them and bring some semblance of excitement, of feeling, into their lives, but then now there's this other person who is finally finally able to give them what they want, what they need. someone who can actually contain them, give them enough to get them to their breaking point, or take enough from them and not break. it's a joyful thing!!

(and the fact that the manga directly uses the term love to make reference to that oh my god. they found love in each other. that's textual.) (i seriously went feral crazy insane when i read that anon)

i think one thing that does factor in inside my love for them is that gojo is my fave and i love breaking him and doing all kinda things to him, so i saw sukuna and it was like oh. he might be able to deal with him :)

and another thing is that they're just fun!!! their dynamic is super fun!!! both their personalities mesh so well together (don't think anyone in-universe would agree haha, but i mean that in the sense that both their personalities are incredibly fun together, they're very entertaining to watch)

like i love love love how their fight is just them having FUN. u can SEE the joy in their faces, u can feel it in the playful jabs, the smiles and grins. they're beaming. what a joyful thing for them to finally have found someone like that.

not to mention that they keep flirting!!!!!! every single interaction between them is loaded with sexual tension, they're all smiles and banter and sensual touches (im looking at you, gojo) (tho sukuna is very much not blame-free either). they've been like that since the first fucking moment they met like............guys we get it...... u wanna fuck, just get on with it already.

also they're just hot together let's be honest. sukuna sexy, gojo sexy. add them both together. extra sexy. they just need to fight and fuck and fight-fuck and crush the world with the sheer sexiness of their combined selves (tho they kind of already are fjdshkasdg)

#fahdkjkffj that got long hehe #idk i just love them together!!!!! i think they're really perfect for each other <333 #sukugojo.post #jjk #sukugo #gosuku #i honestly don't control the ships i get into. brain just goes 'me like this' and im like ok yeah sure let's do that sfdgdjhgshf #i could never say WHY i ship something bc i dont really /choose/ to ship things #i simply do.#but anyways #thank u for the ask anon 🥰💖💖💖#i am very passionate about them i lov them a lot a lot #but also now i wanna ask why do YOU ship sukugo!!!! would love to hear your thoughts <33

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adamnsey · 8 months

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new chapter of When The Fog Clears up now and she's a doozy..... cryptic adam parrish fans come get ur dinner......

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to-illustrate-the-stars · 9 months

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(delusional voice) kamisato art: hyouka!!!!!

#genshin impact #hyouka #eru chitanda #kamisato ayaka #something something characters who retrace the same themes of duty and belonging and also I LOVE THEMMMMMM #star's art #ive been like rotating these two in my head for ljke 2 years now and seeing concept art for ayakas skin finally let me draw them......wauuua #i was wondering wtf to do for the bg but then i remembered natsu//yuu vol30 and how much i love the cover for it and this happened <333 #chinju forest and the scenery from ep 22 as the home they r forever bound to [explosion]#the fan doesnt mean anything fancy but both of them having plots where they uncover some hidden truth abt a family member dear to them....#im connecting thr DOTS!!!!!!!!#the green flowers are from ep1 visuals and the pink r supposed to be camellias for ayaka :>#holds them so gently... my beloveds..................#if i ever get around to posting scribbles i have like 4billion misc crossover stuff from random favs of mine bc its the only stuff ive drawn #lately #ithink thats everything i had to say rigjt at this moment #goodnight!!!!!!!

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edsbacktattoo · 5 months

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forgot to post the newest playlist! new songs get added almost every day because i'm a fucking maniac and every single song ever made is about them if you believe hard enough <3 for all my spotify users, here you go:

#this is for folk who like a whole bunch of different genres or might be wanting to try something new #this playlist is an amalgamation of old faves and tracks from the new season AND songs that have come from recommendations #i'm very happy with it! :)#most of these songs are very ed-centric bc i love him more than anything?? but also i find it hard to find really good stede tracks!!#i hope u enjoy and if you don't simply don't tell me <333 #ofmd #ofmd s2 #music #i'm always looking for more recommendations btw!!#if there's a track that u think would suit this list pls send it my way i will give you a wet kiss in return #love u foreverrrr #our flag means death #Spotify

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boxwinebaddie · 4 months

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Best driver in the CFPOM? :)

...so when you say 'good'...are we talking skill? or safety? Because...

if we're talking Skill:

kenny, 100%. hands down.

if it has wheels -- kenny can drive it. i feel like he's been driving since elementary school tbh. which leads me to my next point which is that kenny can drive super well...but its definitely not legal. there is No WAY he has a license like that man has no birth certificate. he def has a fake license tho and it is literally a knock off McLovin from super bad level of fake and just says McWhoremick with no first name smh. but its fine bc he can seduce his way out of any ticket ever. Slayed. ;)

but yeah no, he is ripping around the neighborhood like its GTA5, they are FLYING, kyle is having a panic attack the whole time because kenny is smoking a fat joint and yellin Look Guys No Hands! bras and panties flying all over the place from whoever was back there last, old moldy pizza slices, the hula girl on the dash is shaking ass, theres fuzzy purple dice hanging from the mirror, fake balls on the tail pipe...so much Insanity...all while ayesha erotica or the Cuntry ;) <3 playlist is blaring. tldr when kenny is driving, kyle and marjorine are not having fun but stan & cartman are having So much fun help

i feel like kenny drives a tiny little beat up red pick up truck that he fixed up himself ( hes a part time mechanic in peppermint...or thats his current job until they fire him...Soon probably ) so there is a driver seat, a front seat and a TINY cab in back which really should only have one...One!!! COUNT IT!!! ONE!! person in it but they manage to squeeze THREE people in wHICH SOMETIMES IS TWO PEOPLE AND CARTMAN AND SOMETIMES ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE IS ALSO TALL ASS KYLE WITH THE MASSIVE DOUBLE WIDE TRAILER BEST ASS IN CLASS so needless 2 say its a Tight Squeeze.

they also All used to fight for shot gun ( stan wants to aux, kyle has control issues/is claustrophobic and cartman is just an asshole he also cant drive bc driving is for Poor Ugly People ) EXCEPT marj who Never EVER fought for shotgun and always used to sit in the back with whoever just bc shes nice and kind so when they started dating kenny permanently made marjorines seat the passenger seat *Kenny Being A Bastard VC* I Got A Seat For You Right Here, Sweetheart ;) *fakes out pointing to face then pats the seat smh* and everyone is like ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS bc that perma put stan kyle and cartman in the back which is CHAOTIC and kenny is like hell yeah im serious!!! unless one of you is gonna start Blowing Me enjoy the back bitches!!! mwaaaah <3 Pain....oh my god. *kyle n cartman audacity*

which...stan is actually the most Chill back there, he is my relaxed king -- he also Never calls the front seat shot gun bc he HATES guns cute pacifist boy behavior -- and fights for the front way less tbh. which conflicted kyle because he just wants to sit next to stan and not cartman ( stan used to sit between them to prevent Homiecide )

but bc kenny is ripping around going a million miles per hour all the time kyle ends up in stans lap A LOT which...okay the first time he was like dude oh my god im So sorry and stan was like dont worry kp you can sit in my lap Any Time :) what are super best friends for? :*

uNAWARE OF HOW FKN INSANE THAT SOUNDED TO LITERALLY EVERYONE KYLE MADE SUCH A CRAZY SOUND HE WAS SO RED OH MY GOD KENNY MARJ AND CARTMAN ALL LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE IS THIS REAL THIS IS NOT RESALSDKLHDS

like the way that stan did not know he was in love with kyle until Now but was constantly like u can sit in my lap and wear all my clothes and have anything you want from me kyle??? LIKE?? I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE STAN!!!! YOU FRUIT FUCKING SALAD!!! PUTTIN UR BEST GUY FRIEND IN UR LAP IN YOUR HOODIE PLAYIN W HIS HAIR WHISPERING SHIT INTO HIS EAR MAKING HIM BLUSH WITH THE FKN LITTLE HEART CHARM ON UR NOSE RING SHUT UPPPPP!!!!!

( also i forgot how much i luv pep!stans little emo boy Charm Bracelet Nose Ring for dramatic fruity bisexual disasters...he is so cute ily bb peppermint stan is the most babygirl ever....my son oh my gooood )

so needless to say stan just climbs in the back and does the hot boy Come Here ;) thing where he pats his lap for kyle to sit ( HELLO EXCUSE ME?? ) and it was Mostly a joke until they started dating and now everyone is like stan and kyle no funny business back there and cartman is like yeah watch it homos and but its okay they are Making Out they cant hear anyone smh <3 NASTY BOY BEHAVIOR WHEN THEYRE DATING ITS SO OBNOXIOUS I REALLY HATE THEM like they are attached at the lips/hips...but also...Good For Them omg.

iiiiii got more to say about everyone else Driving ( me crazy mostly ) but this got too long i had too much to say abt the truck and kenny so yes tldr as far as Good Driving goes...Kenny. but as far as legal? Abbbbbsooolutely Not, Babey! it is fun tho!!! yeehaw! Buckle Up <3

-uncle nina, gay and can't drive

#im actually so scared of driving its actually my one tru fear #BUT YEAH KENNYS YEEHAW OH SHIT HANDLE GETAWAY DRIVER GTA5 DRIVING IS SO ICONIC TO ME #ALL WHILE SOMETHING CRAZY IS PLAYING ON THE AUX #i do think they are Mostly in stan or kyles car tho for practicality they cant breathe in kens car...& its hotboxed to hell #its kyles usually bc stans car is a trash waste disaster zone & kyle DDs ( ok stan is more fun tho he is a Shit driver but kyle YELLS sm )#also no one can sit in the front in styles cars but them disrespectfully its not fair but they are in love im sorry #esp ky if any1 even tries 2 take the front seat in kyles car hes like get the hell out of the stan seat u stupid bitch??? fuck off and DIE #anyways <3 Hi Stan <3333 are u comfy do u need anything :3 #and stans like hiiiii kp im good tysm sbf <333 *winks at kyle sticks tongue out and flips off everyone* everyones like bro come ONNNNNNN #its so much worse when theyre dating kyle is like hiiii cute boyyyy and stans like hiiii Cuter boy like mom & dad will you stop being GROSS #LIKE EW OH MY GOD CHILL OUT #but yeah kenny can drive anything and that man b driivng everyone wild what can i say #that man always has a ticket for being Too Fine

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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME

PAIRING: PAST BARTYLUS, PRESENT JEGULUS

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

SUMMARY: After a breakup that leaves Barty unable to move on, his ex calls him up to share some news. (Angst!central)

(This is just based on Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift except it's Barty w dust collecting on his pinned up hair and Regulus with a wife (James) out there AND it's a little cringe so it's okay if you close your eyes. I did it because I'm in a mood™️ and I didn't know what to do about it.)

He likes to think that nothing’s changed about this place. He comes here almost every day anyway, so he’s more than sure that he would notice any changes, from new floor tiles right down to a new crack in the ceiling. No, everything’s the same. Pristine and preserved in its own dilapidated hole-in-the-wall way. That’s why he likes it so much. It's easier to pretend here.

A waitress in a black apron refills his coffee without a word before she tends to another table. She's new. She started at the beginning of the week, and she doesn't know him yet, but she will soon enough. All the people who work here do. Barty bounces his leg nervously and watches the steam rise from his cup as it dissipates slowly in furled clouds. He runs his thumb over the corner of the wooden table, the corner closest to the wall. He feels the rough etching under his fingertip.

‘B+R’

Two distinguished little letters, rough under Barty’s thumb. His old car keys were used to carve a place for him and Regulus. Edges that were once smooth, now jagged and worn, though no less prominent. This was their table. This place was always theirs, even if Barty was the only one who seemed to remember it.

Barty takes a long drink of his coffee, even though it’s still too hot. It stings on the way down and makes his eyes water. It’s bitter, it’s grounding.

“Hey, Barty.”

Barty can hardly stand to look at him, but he does anyway. A small uncertain smile and ridiculously curly hair. His green eyes glinting in the warm golden light.

He looks nervous and Barty’s mouth betrays him when he finds himself smiling back as Regulus slides into the booth across from him.

Even now he’s still trying to assure Regulus. Everything is okay, or it can be. He does his best to twist his smile into an arrogant smirk. Some expression of cool indifference, but Barty isn’t so sure it’s working.

They don’t say anything for a moment. The waitress floats by and offers Regulus water, tea, or coffee. He accepts the latter with his trademark quiet and stiff politeness. Remnants from his parents.

“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” Regulus remarks, taking a look around. “I haven’t been here in a while-"

Two years and seven months but who’s counting?

“-but it really is the same,” Regulus finishes and his eyes dart towards Barty’s right hand that was still resting on the carved outline of their initials. Instinctively, Barty pulled his hand into his lap as if the table carving had burned him. Regulus tries to catch Barty’s eye, but Barty turns to study the table in front of him. Chrome edges and red peeling plastic.

He's afraid that if he looks at Regulus for long enough he might say something stupid. His feeble heart is already too excited at being in close proximity to him again.

“This table’s seen a lot,” Regulus continues to try, his mouth downturned but his green eyes glimmer with memories. Barty knows he’s supposed to speak, he’s supposed to say something, anything, but he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack and waver just yet.

It was true, what Regulus said. This table had been witness to birthday celebrations, the birth of their friendship, anniversary lunches, teenage make-out sessions, epic fights, drunken nights out that turned into early mornings, the start and end of their relationship.

Regulus let out an awkward cough. It was now way past the acceptable amount of time for Barty to remain silent. He needed to say something, anything.

Thankfully, the new waitress came by with Regulus’ coffee, giving Barty a few seconds of respite under Regulus’ gaze. Regulus always had a knack for quiet study. Tender observation. He hardly spoke much because he didn’t have to, his eyes said it all, and right now, they were looking increasingly worried for Barty. He was scrambling to keep himself together, to hold up a semblance of a façade.

“You look good, Reg,” Barty said finally. It was the honest truth, but Barty’s voice was a little sharper and colder than he meant it to be. It was like he was making a dig at Regulus somehow without meaning to. He moved to grip the warm coffee cup in his hands, just to give them something to do. The heat was comforting. He was too nervous for his own good.

With Regulus here, sitting across from him over a cup of coffee, it might as well have been two years ago, or four. Even though he was nearly shaking, something about Regulus being here felt more right than things had in years.

“You look good too, Barty.”

Liar.

Barty could feel the dark circles under his eyes. The purple rings stood as a testament to his tormented sleep. He could see in his own eyes that he'd lost some magic Regulus took with him the day he left. He wasn't sure how to get it back.

“Evan says you’re well. Fancy job, nice place, all that.” This part was much quieter. Much softer.

After the breakup, Evan was Switzerland, but he tried to help each of them as best he knew how. He was desperate to instill a sense of peace after the chaos.

For Regulus, Evan helped by assuring him that Barty was doing okay. Constantly providing reassurance that Barty was fine, happy even. Moving onwards and upwards. That he definitely wasn’t still visiting the same diner and sitting in the same booth everyday waiting for Regulus to walk in again and sit across from him so they could pick up where they left off. He definitely wasn’t doing that. That would be absurd.

For Barty, this peace was achieved by ensuring he never heard the name Regulus Black uttered ever again.

Barty nodded slowly. “Yeah, I do alright for myself.”

That was an understatement. He didn’t know how to tell Regulus that it was all for him. The job, the interviews in the paper, the place he bought on the street they both loved. Everything was always done with Regulus at the forefront of his mind. Done so that Regulus might see and come back. A desperate cry to be remembered. Barty had a cat now, and he was responsible for keeping several plants alive. Regulus would be proud if he could see it all. Barty could be responsible. He could care for other things besides himself. He could grow up. He’d done this all for Regulus of course, but now that Regulus was here, in front of him again, he felt too pathetic to bring any of it up.

Barty didn’t have much in the aftermath of Regulus, but he could have what was left of his dignity if he tried.

“Listen,” Regulus began tapping his fingers methodically on the table. All around them people were eating. Silverware clashing and clattering around the quiet conversations and murmurs of the masses. The sound of eggs frying and the scent of maple syrup. It was late enough in the night that eating breakfast at this hour was more than acceptable. “I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me. I know that you didn’t want anything to do with me after things…ended between us.”

“After you ended things between us,” Barty quipped quickly.

Pathetic.

But it was the truth. Regulus was the one who walked away. Barty was just stating a fact.

Regulus closed his mouth quickly before he let out a heavy sigh through his nose. He had been thinking about this. Barty could tell.

“We wanted different things, Barty. I wanted to grow up. I wanted to start thinking about a serious career and getting a house and-“

Barty was doing his best not to squirm under Regulus’ stare.

“And you weren’t ready for that. You still wanted to go out every night, you quit jobs left and right, and you were fine crashing on other people's sofas. You were always seeking the next thrill, and that worked for you, but it didn’t work for me anymore. It’s no one’s fault, we just wanted different things,” Regulus finished, looking incredibly forlorn all of a sudden.

You could’ve waited. You could've given me time to want the things that you want. Because I’m here now. I want what you want. With you. I have a house now, and a serious career. All that’s missing is you.

Regulus ran one of his hands through his hair when Barty made no indication that he was going to speak.

“Actually, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about,” Regulus began again. He was talking in that calm measured tone he reserved for his brother when he thought there would be an emotional outburst. His eyes were searching Barty’s face for any sign of emotion, any semblance of understanding. “Settling down.”

Barty wondered how completely ridiculous he would look if he placed both hands over his ears and refused to keep listening. How horrible would it be if he dumped his remaining hot coffee into Regulus' lap purposefully on accident? His mouth was dry and his heart hammered wildly.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. Because when Regulus had called him up and asked him to talk, Barty had thought about how this moment would go every night in excruciating detail since that phone call. Regulus even let Barty pick the place to meet.

So yes, Barty already knew how this was supposed to play out. Regulus was supposed to come in here and talk about regrets and mistakes and trying again. He was supposed to cry a little and tell some jokes and maybe even plead. He was supposed to say that Evan told him how well Barty was doing and he was supposed to apologize for being wrong about him. He was supposed to come in here and be reminded by the booth in the back and the initials carved into the table that he and Barty were meant to be. And then Barty was supposed to put up a little fight first. He was supposed to pretend like he hadn’t thought about taking Regulus back every day since he left. Like he hadn’t been at this booth every day in a futile attempt to repeat the past. And then they were supposed to try again. But instead, Regulus was looking at him with his beautiful green sympathetic eyes. He was talking to him in that soft tone he reserved for wounded animals and scared children and upset brothers. He was settling down. And it very clear it wasn’t going to be with Barty. This isn’t how it was supposed to go at all.

“—think you’d really like him. James. In any case, I’m sure he’d like you. He’s annoying like that. He gets along with everyone. I think it's his laugh, or maybe his smile. In any case I-”

Barty had come back into focus in the middle of Regulus’ sentence. He had a skull-splitting headache all of a sudden and the pounding in his head was making it extremely difficult to concentrate.

“Why are you telling me this?” Barty’s voice sounded like it was coming out warped and distorted as if he had been plunged into a nightmare even though he couldn’t remember falling asleep.

Regulus' face, which had been so full of light and joy at the mere mention of James, suddenly became extremely serious. “I’m going to ask him to marry me, Barty.”

“Fuck you.” The words slipped out before Barty could stop them.

“Barty, just listen—“

Barty shook his head sharply, trying not to wince at the sharp pain in his temples. “No. No. We haven’t spoken in a long time, Regulus. You could’ve gone about your life and married fucking James and not called some ridiculous meeting about it. I would have preferred that even- never speaking to you again.”

Barty was trying infuriatingly hard to use his sharp tongue to cut Regulus to shreds. To make him bleed like Barty was bleeding. It was no use though, Barty’s tongue was a dull, heavy lead, ladened by shock.

“I just thought it was best for you to hear it from me,” Regulus said into the ensuing silence. “I didn’t want you to hear it from Evan or Pandora, and I owed you more than a phone call about it. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Barty sniffed. “It makes no difference to me what you do.”

Are you happy?

Do you miss me at all?

If I asked you not to marry him would you give us another chance?

Of course, he wouldn’t. Barty could tell by the brief mention of James’ name that Regulus was in love with him. The way saying James’ name made him blush just slightly, the way he would have to look down at his folded hands on the table to hide a tender smile. Barty was convinced he knew Regulus better than Regulus knew himself, and he certainly knew that look.

It wasn’t that long ago Barty was the reason for that look. It used to be his favorite color, the shade of pink Regulus’ cheeks would turn whenever he said Barty’s name. Whenever he made Barty laugh. The faintest color of dawn splashed across his cheekbones. The first flower in Spring.

But that color couldn’t be his anymore. That color belonged to James now. Regulus has given that brilliant pink over to him happily, and Barty hadn’t even noticed.

He was too busy sitting in this stupid diner while Regulus was busy moving on.

A different waitress came by with their bill. An older woman Barty and Regulus knew well. Her eyes sparkled as she returned their cards to them. “It is so lovely to see you two back at this table again. The place hasn’t been quite right without the both of you causing trouble back here.” She flashed them a toothy grin.

Regulus gave her a strained smile as Barty let out a sharp laugh at the irony. It cut through the room.

Finally. He needed his edge.

“Well,” Regulus began, moving to stand. “I’ll see you around.” He immediately and visibly cringed at that sentence and Barty couldn’t help but give him a lopsided smile, despite himself. He wanted to be angry, he was angry, but he also loved him. He always had. He probably always will.

“Yeah. You know where to find me,” Barty responded sarcastically.

Regulus arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Do I?”

Right where you left me.

For a moment it felt like they could be them again. Stupid back-and-forth banter, shaking hands from too much caffeine, eye rolls, crooked grins, and all.

But there was James. Regulus and James would get married. They’d have a house and a garden and James probably pretended to love Regulus’ atrocious cooking that Barty wouldn’t tolerate. They’d decorate for Christmas, travel the world, and adopt children. They wouldn’t fight— not like Barty and Regulus fought. Barty found it thrilling and passionate, and Regulus did too once until one day he woke up and suddenly found it all immature and pointless. Regulus would move forward and Barty would still be at the diner, stuck at their booth, hopelessly in love with Regulus Black.

And the sad thing was, Regulus wouldn’t think about any of these things at all. He would never come back to this diner or sit in this booth, or wish for past. He wouldn't know all the waitresses by name, or think about all the summer evenings spent with Barty by his side. He wouldn’t run his finger over their carved initials. He wouldn’t think about Barty at all.

Barty felt his semblance of a smile fall.

Regulus wouldn't know where to find Barty. Barty was in a part of the past Regulus couldn't get to. A place where Regulus didn't want to get to.

“No,” Barty shook his head. “No, I guess you don’t.”

#this is mainly for emma #bc i love them and they encourage all my follies #<333 #regulus black #bartylus #nat writes #james potter #idk what's up with me #im just chilling #but this was kinda fun if cringe i can't lie #because i always imagine scenarios like this when i listen to music #it was high time i wrote something abt it #the marauders brainrot yk?#when i write one of these based on a mitski song then what?

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