#found the quality yalllll

[happy74827]

Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

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[themrswallace]

(That was a good nap--PART 5!) 'Wallace begins to contemplate their question, and truthfully, in a way he's been focused on saying goodbye to an old memory, a concept, the ghost of who DL used to be as they're no longer the chubby freckled teenager he and Gromit found loitering in the middle of the street, the dependent trickster unsettled by Corgi's because of their small stature, the human magpie able to spot a £5 note from 20 feet away, the tiresome wind up using his knowledge of computers for sims games with such poor design quality the desktops would overheat within weeks to the point of melting, and they'd come back time and again to ask sweetly for Wallace to repair it. He struggles to accept they've grown into themselves, their face, their features, their body as a whole, he feels like he's betraying their friendship just registering the fact DL's become...handsome in adulthood, now somewhat slimmer but still on the large side, toned in places, pudgy in others with thighs that could break a mans neck if he got on the wrong end of them, hair a mixture of mousy brown and blonde it almost appears golden in the sunlight, hazel eyes with notes of mutation that can appear brown, green or even orange, cheeks still freckled yet are more noticeable in the hotter months, the dimples when they smile or find one of his jokes funny, these qualities make the butterflies in his belly swam, when they're not spiralling in enough circles to make him feel horribly ill' "Had bigger things on me mind lately, feeling strange isn't exactly anything I'm unaccustomed to in my line of things, Precious" 'And it isn't, since all this began he's been haunted by the idea they no longer need him, like Gromit no longer needs him, they're a writer with a career on their back, awards, prestige, a life ahead of them...a life DL is choosing to spend with him when they could be off, living it to the fullest with someone else. Someone more suited, able to give them everything. Alright, Wallace would prefer they didn't have the tattoos and not cut their hair so short it practically borders scalping, but hey ho, it'll grow back, the ink will fade, god knows he isn't about the let them have it touched up with that twinkly poison, he'll be cold, dead in the ground before that ever happens. As for their...what was it? Gender Identity? When did that matter anymore? Everyone's something these days, and he's never seen DL as anything specific, he sees them as...themselves, not an alien like they've claimed to feel, just a person, a person he likes, someone he loves, someone he totally hasn't imagined naked on more than one occasion' "So you're alright? Being with...you know, someone who identifies as a guy?" 'Poop, that Wallace has not internalised yet. Between battling his emotions, inner conflicts, demons and avoiding transforming into the Were Rabbit for the so many-ith time in however long it's been, he's forgotten about that one little chestnut. Despite the biological formalities...DL is legally registered as a bloke and goes as such. And Wallace, for all intents and purposes, is technically dating a man' 'He begins to feel the grip on his hand loosening' "It's alright if you're not, You can call me whatever, Le is fine. Fluffles has the same rights as you do! She calls me anything she wants...I know it's hard on people. Nobody talks about the families of trans people. Cher wrote a book on it, you mourn who they were and you're allowed to feel that way. I know I'm not..me, I mean I am me but..must've been sad for you. Wasn't even like you got to watch me change, I just...left one day, and when I got back, it wasn't...who I used to be. I don't expect you to change your perception overnight, Wall" 'As they prepare to let go, Wallace releases their hand and wraps his arm around their waist instead, pulling them closer against him as they walk' (WE GETTIN PART 6, YALLLLL)

(On my shit again, already on my second watching of VMF today...immediately after finishing the first) --- "So this is what's become of grocery shopping, has it?" 'Rather than stay in the confines of his workshop, Wallace has decided to venture into town for a spot of supply gathering. Similar to forgetting what it was like to use a manual teapot, he's now having to get up to speed with the steady gentrification of West Wallaby town centre. Large store chains are replacing the local family-owned markets as stalls themselves become a weekly occurrence in the form of pop-up vendors and overpriced knick-knacks. Anything homegrown is either classed as organic or unfit to sell without proper licensing, life as he knows it is changing, and Wallace is still accepting the grim reality of capitalism' "Duddly and Sons got bought out last year, Sparks & Mencer took over the space soon as they received the go ahead. Same thing's happened to everybody except Wendolene, Harrison and Alice, but even she's on the way out the way they're pushing things" "It's criminal! Someone ought to stand up for the non-commercial! They're going to ruin West Wallaby at this rate! You mark my words!" "Marked and accounted for, Mr Wallace! Now can we focus on this list? It is my turn to shop for us this week and if I forget Gromit's hummas again, he is certain to poison my granola" 'Journeying through the denser populated parts of the town, the inventor is surprised to see how many of his local haunts have either closed down to await renovation for new rental agreements or already found themselves replaced by pop up venues, organic coffee suppliers, vegetable juicers, fruit smoothie cafes, reasons to print money and introduce a younger, boho type to the area. Soon enough the two have mainly what they've come for, and are preparing to grab the last few items when a casually dressed, heavily pierced woman somewhere around DL's age appears and walks straight up to them, almost excited to see the pair as she clomps over in her platform sandals' "Aye-Up, Rooster! Been looking for you. Guess what" 'Wallace recognises this girl, she used to be strawberry blonde, long hair always platted, fair skinned with freckles all over her plump face and braces to correct the slight overbite in her jaw. Now she's about three dress sizes smaller then she used to be, wearing oversized shirts, ripped jeans, several types of metal adorning her features and hair a sickly chemical green. This used to be Franny Cromwell' "Hmmmm, I dunno...You finally got promoted to head piercer" "That too, BUT! ...check out my arm" 'She rubs her left forearm until it reddens, highlighting a glittery shine to her numourous tattoos' "No...YOU GOT THE EVER SPARKLE INK! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT FOR MONTHS!" "It just came in...I can book you for thursday. What do you say?" "Oooooohh, Baby! I'd love to!" 'Wallace clears his throat, pursing his lips in a disapproving display' "Got a cough there, Grandpa? As I was saying, Love to...But I have a thing thursday. How about we arrange something for later on in the month. Just got some stuff going on and I can't be all wrapped up" "Of course, just gimme a call when you're ready to be booked in" 'For a minute it seems like the conversation is about to end there, yet Franny stays in her spot, rocking as if she's in on someone's dirty little secret' "Soooo?" "So?" "Who is she?" "...I'm sorry what?" (PART 2 ON THE WAYYYYY)