I love the trope that Steve is fluent in Italian, but I almost never see it paired with Robin ‘canonically speaks four languages’ Buckley.
Like, when Steve started at Scoops Ahoy, he already knew it was going to suck but then it turns out, his co-worker hates him. She never talks to him unless its to tell him to get something out of the freezer or that she’s going on break. It’s miserable.
The saving grace is that Robin is a talker. Not to him, but in general. She’s always muttering under her breath about something, just not always in English.
Steve took French in high school and was pretty decent at it. He’s been speaking Italian since he was a kid, and there’s enough overlap with Spanish that he can get the gist of what she’s saying. The latin is lost on him but for the most part, there’s never a time that he doesn’t have at least a vague idea of what she’s muttering about.
He doesn’t tell her this because she’s sarcastic, and funny, and a little mean when she thinks no one understands her. He’s afraid that if she knows than she’ll stop talking altogether and if he has to listen to the three minute repeat of nautical sounds they play over the PA, he’ll die.
One time when Steve is striking out with a pretty girl, Robin mutters under her breath in French that the girl was beautiful. Steve’s not at the point where ‘she’s hot’=lesbian so he tries to make her feel better like, “Hey, you know, some guys are into the mean nerdy thing you have going on.”
Robin’s like, “Gross.”
The jig is up when Steve’s Nonna comes in and he takes her order in Italian.
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walking around liverpool and getting indescribably sad thinking about being a queer man in the 50s/60s… i’ve experienced quite a bit of homophobia over the years myself but just thinking about how terrifying it must have been to be in brian’s shoes, knowing that you’re queer and that not only is it illegal and you could be arrested but also that you could very well be murdered if the wrong person were to find out, which they seem to do again and again. or john’s shoes, hating yourself for what you can’t change and the feelings you have and letting it bubble up and burst out as anger instead because anger is less dangerous when it comes down to it. or paul’s shoes, being teased for your girly eyebrows and appearance and repressing your feelings so deeply down (even those that are “normal” - even your love for your wife and children) that nearly everyone in your life will think you’re heartless at one point or another.
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basilisks and battlements looks so much fun! is it the same rules as D&D? (do you have D&D in your world?)
I love the artwork I wanna see more
I personally haven’t heard of D&D, but there’s a lot of cool games in the TTRPG world so I’m sure it’s fun. Not sure how similar they are though!
And the artwork is fun - helps with the immersion of the story. My vintage copy (which, I think I posted a picture of here before) has some gnarly monsters. Check this guy out!
Spoooky 👁️
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the levels of repression in both house and wilson…yet they are opposite of one another. house routinely makes gay innuendos (whether sexual and/or romantic) towards wilson, yet wilson doesn’t take him serious at all.
and this constant rejection from wilson is both a buoy as well as a giant wall. house pushes their relationship time and time again. wilson refuses to let the nature of it change. house brings up a romantic getaway, wilson shoots him down. house sabotages wilson moving out, wilson doesn’t stay. house allows himself to be The Other Woman regardless of how bonnie or wilson’s other ex-wives feel. in a way, it boosts his ego and makes him feel special. he is allowed to have wilson in this way.
amber is an extension of house; she is house in a woman’s body. house can accept it because he has expressed before that if wilson were a woman, they would’ve been married already. so why can’t the same be true for wilson? let him find a woman version of house. house loves wilson so much that he goes into a risky surgery to try and save amber. this is his Place simply because wilson and him cannot escape the confines of compulsive heterosexuality.
and it is compulsive. wilson never feels good enough or secure enough in a relationship outside of his and house’s. he cheats, he lies, he manipulates. all because at his core, wilson’s insecurities render him into a selfish person. he has affairs and he prioritizes house over his wives, because he doesn’t feel like his own wants/needs are met by his wives. or that they should/deserve to be met. he doesn’t know how to communicate them!! he maybe even feels guilty for having them. because even to house, he communicates these desires in metaphors or pranks or whatever other indirect way he sees fit. but the difference between house and his wives is that wilson has no tangible, legal sense of obligation to house. if house doesn’t meet his expressed needs, fuck him!! they don’t owe anything to each other!! the rejection will sting less.
wilson chases women on such a compulsive level that it’s nearly a reaction to whatever house has done. it’s affair after affair. wilson moves in with his patient during the time house is on a ketamine treatment. house, his patient who seemingly no longer needs vicodin. no longer needs him. if wilson is no longer needed, he parasites to the next host. why? because he doesn’t know who he is on his own. why? because he has trouble expressing his own core needs as a person. and as a result, these core (repressed) needs seep out sideways.
so why threaten this sense of safety he gets with keeping house at a platonic level? if they were to entangle into a relationship, wilson would be wrapped under an Obligation Gauze. there is a fear he’d lose house because, historically, all of his relationships end in loss. because, historically, he cannot express his needs to his partners due to his fear of rejection.
and then wilson becomes terminal. and then death becomes bigger than an anxious fear of loss/rejection.
“i need you to tell me that you love me.”
wilson, my brother in christ. house cannot say those words to you because for all the years you’ve known him, you’ve denied him it. the only way house can tell you that he loves you is by burning his home down and faking his death. he is nothing without you. you know it as well as he does. these things remain unspoken because that is the way you’ve molded the relationship to be.
wilson has house on a leash. house runs as far out as possible until the leash yanks him back. when wilson finally trusts house enough to let him go off-leash, house is too conditioned to act as expected.
and this conditioning in house is not just wilson’s doing. it’s primarily house’s own doing. his own self-loathing chains him to wilson’s side. as an addict, yes, but also as a support system. house hates himself so viscerally that it affects every interpersonal relationship he has, including with wilson. but wilson never, ever leaves no matter how bad it gets.
also. who else other than wilson gives him a sense of bodily autonomy? not stacy, not cuddy, not his fellows. wilson doesn’t pity him. wilson enables him. wilson lies for him. house will selfishly keep wilson forever because wilson is all he reliably has.
so house can push and prod wilson into gay romantic/sexual innuendos, but when wilson yanks that leash, he’ll drop it. it’s a buoy for reality checking where he is with wilson. it’s a giant wall for enabling his self-hatred thought process that even his boy best friend has limitations to his love for him (or at least what is acceptable). addict line of thinking.
they both eat each other up like an ouroboros. where does wilson’s repression end and house’s begin?
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