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[thequibblingking13]

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[americas-ass-writing]

Drunken Nights

Steve Rogers

Words: 1.6k

Summary: A bet has unforeseen consequences that drive Bucky Barnes insane.

Warnings: drinking, violence, swearing, mention of abortion rights, this is such a crack fic I'm sorry, reader insert mention at the end

Author's Note: This is my second entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420 Cum Together: A Community Revival Extravaganza I used the prompt: "You are such a fucking menace.” and kinda sneaked it in because I've been sitting on this fic for at least a year 😅 The idea sparked because @rogerswifesblog and me had a conversation about this 🤭

Divider by @saradika-graphics

It started out as a joke. It started with the Avengers discussing what kind of drunk Steve would be. Tony firmly believed he would be embarrassing, he would spill all the secrets he kept. Natasha thought he would pass out after two drinks. Clint was adamant that Steve would be a very touchy drunk. Thor believed that his friend would be as normal as ever. And Bruce honestly didn't have an opinion but after some pressing said Steve would be a dance machine when drunk. After a while Sam and Bucky were pulled into the discussion. As his best friends they had to know but they didn't. Bucky saw him drunk once, in the 40s, before the serum. And Steve honestly was just paranoid his mom would find out they drank a whole bottle of gin.

Steve was so annoyed with the topic and bets about his drunken state that he didn't say anything for the entire two hours this was passionately discussed. But he did agree on testing the theory. He hasn't been drunk since that one time Bucky mentioned and he was honestly intrigued. He had so many things he wanted to forget, even if it was for just a few hours. An empty brain for once, wouldn't that be nice?

Which is what brought him here. An Avengers party organised by Tony with a shit ton of guests. Three bottles of Asgardian liquor in front of him and his friends staring. The first bottle left a slight buzz. Steve could feel the effects of the alcohol but his brain was still functioning normal. The second bottle made him forget his worries. He had an easy smile on his face as his friends all surrounded him. The third bottle? He took along after his friends got distracted. They left him alone for a few moments too long. The senator he was verbally fighting before stood at the bar alone and Bucky's brain brought back an alarming feeling he hadn't had for a long time. "Fuck... We gotta find Steve!" He said, his voice panicked as he looked at the group of Avengers.

It was a quick search but they were fairly sure Steve wasn't here anymore. "Friday?" Tony's voice quibbed, all of the others’ eyes were on the brown haired man. "Captain Rogers has left the building with a tall male, identified as Jason Smith, bodyguard of senator Ernst, about five minutes ago." The AIs voice gave back, without even being asked the question.

"Told you he'd be very touchy." Clint says with a shrug and a grin. Natasha rolled her eyes at that but didn't seem that bothered. "No... No no no." Bucky rubbed a hand over his face. "fucking hell. He's gonna start a fight. He probably went outside with the bodyguard to start a fight in an alleyway." He grumbles. This couldn't be happening to him. Weren't all those years he had to pull Steve's asthmatic ass out of fights enough?

"Are we talking about the same Steve Rogers? He has a stick so far up his ass he even shook Rosses hand with a smile on his face." Tony quibbed. "He's just reverting to the idiot that couldn't stand back from a fight. I'm telling you." Bucky gave back, throwing his hands up in the air. "No way. Capsicle wouldn't. Even when shit faced drunk he's too righteous." Tony crossed his arms.

"Boys... I really hate to interrupt your little banter here but Smith is back... And... He doesn't look like he had a fun time with Steve." Natasha quirked an eyebrow as she took in the senators bodyguard. Bloody nose, already forming bruise under his eye and a limp in his step that hasn't been there before. "Fuck" both brunettes let out at the same time.

"Hey Captain. Maybe you wanna lay off the liquor?" the tall man's voice interrupted Steve's rant about abortion rights. "Leave this discussion with senator Ernst for another time huh? We don't wanna run into any problems do we?" Steve's eyes took in the man in front of him. He's a professional sure but Steve had fought fucking aliens before. "Wanna take this outside?" It slipped out before he could even think about it. The bodyguard laughed, one hand landing on Steve's shoulder as if it was a joke. Funny banter. But Steve was serious. He was in the middle of telling senator asshat why abortion rights are important. Why women deserve the option to be safe and protected and to choose for their own bodies. Why his fucking religion has nothing to do with an uterus. And this guy has the nerve to think Steve's invitation for a fight is a joke? "I'm serious. Let's take this outside. If I win, senator a... Ernst changes his vote." Steve's voice was dangerous. If Smith hadn't seen him down two and a half bottles of liquor he'd believe he was sober. "Captain... By all means I'm working. I can't just go outside and start a fight over silly little matters." That got Steve's blood boiling. Of course that guy was also stupid. "Ah yes of course..." Steve gave back dryly. His hand moves to shove the senator next to them just a nodge. "And now? Now you gotta do your job and protect senator asshat. I can do so much worse than that." His blue eyes flickered, a smirk on his lips. Just a few minutes later Steve had handed Smiths ass to himself in an alleyway close by.

While Smith stomped off, fuming, Steve downed the rest of the bottle and threw it into a bin. He's drunk, he starts fights but he'll still recycle. Taking a deep breath he looks back to the tower. He couldn't be bothered to go back there. Maybe he could go for a walk? Maybe he could let out all this pent up anger and frustration and do something good with it. This is New York. There were enough criminals for him to use as punching bags right?

"Captain Rogers. Can you please give us a statement as to how you took down this robbery all by yourself?" The blonde in front of him asked, holding the mic a bit too close to his face. He still pleasantly smiled. "Oh uh... I was just in the area and saw it happen... So I swooped in?" He explains, that stupid smile still on his face. As the women asks the next question he just starts to giggle. He runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry... Sorry... It's a serious topic but man Bucky is gonna be so mad at me" he giggles again.

"Damn right I will." Bucky mutters at his phone. There had been several reports of Captain America stopping crime in the last hour and every time one of the team got just a little closer to Steve's apparent location he somehow ended up in a different part of Manhattan. Bucky doesn't even want to know how many fights Steve had started tonight. Never again, he swears. Never again he'll let him get drunk.

After another hour Bucky finally had the blonde in front of him. He was yet again sucked into an interview and passionately ranted about how racism and Nazis suck when Bucky managed to approach. His arms were crossed, his face was stern.

"I think it's important that we show racists... Oh my gosh Bucky is gonna be so mad at me... Uh that we show racists that they're not welcome." Steve says before his eyes find his friend. "Shit." He curses, eyes wide before he runs off. Bucky lets out a sigh and follows him.

To everyone's surprise Natasha managed to lure Steve back to the tower just two hours after Bucky had initially found him. She sets him up with the hangover necessities and leaves him to sleep the alcohol off. Tomorrow would be a big day of fixing whatever mess Steve got into. But that never came. Surprising to everyone Steve did a damn good job and the only 'scandal' that came off this was him saying shit on national TV. Which quickly became a meme.

"I don't regret it. And to be fair this is all of your fault. You wanted to see me drunk and then you invited senator Ernst? You know I hate that guy." Steve said, his arms crossed, his face pouty like a toddler. "Steve you can't just... You ran off and fought people on the street!" Bucky threw his hands in the air. "You shoved the senator so his bodyguard would fight you!" He adds, hoping his friend would see how crazy this was. "I'd do it again." Steve mumbles and looks away from his friends. Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh. "You are such a fucking menace.” He mutters to his best friend who proudly smiles, before addressing the group. “We can never let him get drunk again."

"I don't know, jelly shot Cap seems to be very effective. Maybe we should get him drunk before the next hydra base raid." Tony shrugs, clearly amused by the situation. "No!" Bucky groans. "No. No. No." His frustration is filling the room.

"We can be lucky that this is all he got into. Now let's stop whatever this is and get brunch." Clint suggests, sunglasses on his face, clearly hungover. Steve is very thankful for that. 'Yes Clint. Let's stop this, get brunch and I'll buy you 5 packs of premium coffee beans.' he thinks to himself. Just a few minutes longer and he'd spill what else he got into last night. And he doesn't need the jokes. He doesn't need the judgement. And he certainly doesn't want to share the cute tattoo artist with them -just yet.

[themsource]

Billford Fanchild - Lydia Annabelle Pines

Unexpected, but Loved

When Ford had said that what he had to show him was something that he wouldn’t believe, Stan had been skeptical. He’d been everywhere, from the cold mountains of Colorado to Timbuktu, and had seen more than he’d ever thought possible—some of which he knew would have driven his weirdness obsessed twin right out of his mind with excitement.

Whoever this Bill guy was that Ford had been rambling on about and the confusing speech about portals and journals didn’t sound like anything to be shocked about. He’d been here before, got tangled up with the wrong people and messed with the wrong things, it wasn’t something that he couldn’t help his brother handle, he was sure.

Especially with how much detail Ford was going into as they took the elevator down to what was apparently his private study. Information was power, they could figure something out.

But as (ugh) usual, his brother had been right.

Because even though Stan was looking right at it, his mind was struggling to register what exactly it was that he was seeing through a thick, bulletproof looking glass dome atop a small white bassinet from which various cables hooked to several different machines led away, with an ethereal subtle blue glow ominously shadowing the surrounding walls.

A small bundle moved beneath the reflection of his furrowed brows and slack jawed expression as his heart thundered in his ears, so loud within a stillness that had snapped over the room the moment he set foot inside it, that felt painfully physical and suffocating.

He had to remind himself to breathe.

“...you had a kid?” Stan finally croaked, throat raw and cracked with disbelief.

Ford was quiet for a long time, unable to bring himself to look at him and instead choosing to keep his gaze on his feet. Eventually, however, he slowly looked up, a lifetime of regret and remorse in the bloodshot depths of his eyes glistening with unspent tears as they turned glassy and threatened to overflow.

“He was… very charismatic. Said all the right things and flattered me into believing that we were equals, and to take a risk under the guise of scientific innovation just as I had done constructing the portal,” he whispered, the words hardly more than a thin wisp of air. 

There was a pause.

A faint click as Ford swallowed down hard before reluctantly continuing.

“Bill reminded me of you… Stanley. He got to me in the one way he knew best… used the endearments, made the familiar crude and sarcastic quibs. Lured me into the belief that two worlds could be joined harmoniously despite the differences between them…”

Stan’s hand clenched tight into a fist as he looked down at the child, its tiny little hands working free of its blanket to reach towards him with a soft coo on its tongue.

Ford followed his gaze with a small flicker before looking back over at him.

“...I was a fool.”

The brothers were silent, the air between them thick with a decade of feelings still left unsaid, feelings that would remain as nothing more than ghostly echoes they’d dare not say out loud given the chasm between them.

A fact they both knew and secretly acknowledged with broken hearts.

There was nothing that could be done but to deal with what was happening now.

“What are you going to do with it?” Stan finally asked.

Ford’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“If you’re hidin’ the journals, what about the kid, Stanford?” He clarified as he finally met Ford’s gaze with an expression sharp enough to cut glass, a hard and cold judgmental shadow in his eyes.

The older twin slowly looked down at the child, and quickly turned away, putting his back to the both of them.

Ford’s answer was monotoned, resolute and detached.

“Dispose of it.”

Stan’s eyes widened.

The implication of his brother doing something like taking a life was so out of character that it felt physical how Stan’s world flipped on its head and turned inside out. Unnatural and surrell, because he could never picture his nerdy genius of a twin ever sparing a thought to something ‘barbaric’ (as Ford’s younger self would’ve said) like that.

He was still trying to process and get his mouth to work when Ford continued, “Given the offspring’s lineage, it poses a threat. If allowed time to grow, who's to say what the creature might do or powers she might harness? There is a reason that throughout history anyone suspected of originating from the coupling of a human and demon were… for lack of a better term, euthanized.”

Stan only heard one thing.

“‘She’s’ a girl?” He murmured, turning to look at the baby one more time.

The way she looked at him made Stan curl a hand against the center of his chest.

Ford spared a glance over his shoulder before responding curtly as he began to walk out of the makeshift nursery set in the corner of his study back towards the elevator, “Come, we have more important matters to deal with at the moment further down. Time is not on our side.”

Stan stared at the baby for a prolonged, awkward moment, trying to not think about the warmth he felt in his chest—mixed with the ugly dark feeling of jealousy—and how he both wanted to linger in it and get as far away from it as possible the longer he stared at the girl.

‘Ford’s child, his baby girl…’

He slowly raised a trembling hand, and gently rested it against the glass.

The baby’s eyes lit up as they darted from his face to his palm and back, the little tyke breaking out a sun bright and open mouthed, toothy grin.

Stan felt his lips begin to hitch up—

“Stanley!”

And just like that, whatever had come over him, vanished.

He let his hand fall away before sliding it back into the pocket of his hoodie, and turned on his heel with a bitter frown to follow after his brother. Why Ford felt he had to get rid of the kid was still a mystery to him. The whole nature vs nurture thing.

Stan was sure they could figure this out too.

All they had to do was talk, a lot.

[watergals]

bee rides the tender and fiery sensation as her hands are planted on iggy's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. the delicious peak ripples through her in waves, his name rolls off her tongue in a deep moan.

her chest heaves, satisfied smile decorates her lips as she quibs: " we could've done this yesterday if someone didn't get hurt. "

to which @scftlightz responds: " you're not going to let me live that down, are you? "

which no, she isn't going to let him live that one down. despite his astounding healing the sight of him hurt and wincing in pain is engraved in bee's mind everytime it happens.

a slim finger extends to boop his nose softly, then she flops on the tangled sheets, nuzzling into his side. " maybe i should ask to be reassigned to a different hero. it makes me nauseous seeing you like that. "

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

1, 2, 24, 26 for the ask game!

Hey Leni <333

1. Unpopular John opinion?

I can't tell anymore what's popular or what's not because people don't really speak in direct terms these days but… I almost feel like it's unpopular to just… think John was a somewhat genuinely masculine and somewhat more feminine guy, lol. I feel like he's talked about in such extremes and whole parts of him get routinely discarded to suit a narrative. The Jean Jackets did it first and now there's an over the top counter narrative that doesn't feel true to the guy when I actually read or listen to his interviews

If that doesn't count then DOUBLE FANTASY IS AMAZING!!!!! I'VE SAID IT BEFORE, I'LL SAY IT AGAIN.

2. Unpopular Paul opinion?

I've been staring at this one for far too long lol. I think it's that I don't find him all that weird and that's like okay. A lot of the quotes by him people freak out about are mostly awkwardly worded but not incomprehensible, and they're usually expressing something more interesting than people give them credit for.

24. How many hidden quibs do you think are on Ram?

I don't think there's a ton, and I also feel like people overblow how many John thought there were? He was mad, sure, but I don't think he literally thought every song was @ him. It is interesting he specifically thought "we believe that we can't be wrong" in Back Seat Of My Car was at him, but I see why he would make that connection, really. Anyways, Too Many People (and the "I find my love awake" line is one of the stronger pro-McLennon arguments imo) and 3 Legs really, and yeah them there beetles on the cover lol.

26. Was quitting the Beatles ultimately good or bad for John?

:/ I think my answer is no because it was handled (mostly by John but not only) in the worst possible way. But I think there's a timeline in which he quit the band and it was good for him.

[theheromira]

Nimona appreciation post Part 5

Hi Guys, it's me again. The last weeks were a bit stressful, but hey, know I got my drivers license (I'm a bit old to do it now, but welp, never really needed it) ^^ Anyway, let's go right in with part 5 :)

- starting the next part and the first thing I'm hearing is Todd, greeaaatt (not) - nice that Mansley has a guest appearance - and Todd being an immature child right after trying to be mature, not surprising… it's kinda funny how he says butt tbh - the dialog of the knights in the background also is kinda fun, especially that "so sad though" - aaand, now the knights in the background already start accusing of Amb helping Bal, which got me really feeling like he also wasn't liked by the knights that much - liking the look on the directors face when she looks up to see the giant whale-shaped hole - nice that they clarify it, that the showers are destroyed (I just like little comedy-quibs like that, which you don't entirely expect) - Amb being in the literal spotlight while Todd accuses him of workingwith/helping Bal - Rhinos will now forever be big fat unicorns to me, change my mind - that emphasis on "common" in common children makes me feel like the director (and the institute for that matter) see commoners as less than them or not even really as humans - no way, Todd was born?? (don't know if that's a dig on the guy who wrote that dialog or if it's probs for howing how dumb Todd is lol) - ngl, that Todd doesn't say "one" when he say there are two things he wants and then omitting the two entirely triggers me everytime… like: my guy, count correct or not at all - also his sword doesn't look that big tbh - you can literally see the moment Amb decides to be the boss of the hunt on Bal, when Todd says he's gonna make it hurt - Todd being all like: yeah, yeah, you're not gonna get that role and the director being blinded enough by her little blood purity thing that she literally glosses over the fact that everyone there prob knows he and Bal were very close - Nimona doesn't do "drawing no attention" - that poor mouse btw, it's gotta get a heart attack any second - love the "I was going for the hurting people version" - "Buh! I'm a ghost." lol and it works to not draw the attention of the guy walking past lol - Love the line delivery right after the ghost part and Nims slap to his face as a reaction lol - "unclench your mustache" is now one of my favourite sayings when someone is behaving as if he/she has a stick in their butt - she had to ask what the worst that could happen would be - the attack wasn't bad enough to be called horrific, was it? - love that she again tries to let Bal question the stuff he learned from the institute - he thinks like two seconds about her "Soo, maybe there's nothing there." and you can see for a split second how he slips before he irons himself out and gets back in his brainwashed "knowledge" - love how she looks a bit sad there when he tell her no wings he will want them later 100%

Soo, that was a short one again. Next one will come out this weekend, promise. Until then, bye bye :)

[makoodles]

idk what reader personality will be in the new quatich fic but i know we love the classic “o have a crush on him and i’m intimidated by him so i stumble a lot around him” but i think it be funny if she’s a navi doctor that used to the teams stupid innaproiate jokes and they can’t make her laugh and she just bored all the time. literally gives no shit about them just does her job and leave. but somehow qautich gets emotion out of her like a laugh or surpressed giggle she tries to cover(cause she in front of the team and knows they won’t stfu about it if they catch the emotionless navi doc laughing cause something corprol said.) and he can literally just be talking to the team as a whole. like the comment where he goes “now i know what your asking yourself. why so blue?” que a slight laugh quickly surpressed with a cough from way in the back waiting for him to finish his speech before she can do her work of check up on the team. literally dead pan doc that only laughs when quatich tells his shit jokes and quibs.

lmaooooo this one is cute too! and i love the idea of quaritch telling the stupidest dad jokes ever only for little human reader to do one of those little giggle snorts. he'll be so damn smug abut lmao

[legolasghosty]

WIP Spelling Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

I was tagged by both @1mnobodywhoareyou and @onlygenxhere like... 3 weeks ago. I'm sorry. But here it is now, and I'll do both words to make up for my sinssss.

From GenX: INDIGO

It wasn’t generally his drink of choice, but he knew he needed something he wouldn’t be tempted to shotgun. Not that Henry was watching. “Don’t we?” she asks, erasing the last few inches of space between them to press her lips against Julie’s. It’s still swollen from Carrie’s teeth. Given how badly he usually sleeps in air mattresses, he’ll be lucky to get three solid hours of sleep if he starts trying now. Once back in his room, they grab the black dress shoes they’d found while looking for a shirt and tug them on.

Dang took me 3 WIPs to find em all. First pair is from a Firstprince shot I jotted down earlier, second is from a sort of feelings followup to my Taste Carrie/Julie fic, and the third is from an old Willex church trauma projection fic that I've been poking at a bit the last few months.

From 1mnobody: DANCE

Does this mean I finally get to see your room? Alex offers a half smile and a fist bump. No last name, no full name. “Come on, Carrie, everyone wants you,” she says. Even back in high school, with every snarky quib and hair toss, she’d wanted her.

Took 2 WIPs again, the Willex one is first, then the Taste one.

No pressure tagging @fandomscraziness22, @linden-after-hours, and shooting it back to y'all that tagged me since it's been a minute!

Your word is HUMOR

[thequibblingking13]

hod dog🤤🤤🤤

You know it 🤤

[menlove]

shit sorry i meant 24 for the controversial asks lol. i loooove ram

OOP sorry!

how many hidden quibs do you think are on ram?

lmao soooo many tbh. too many people, obviously. the beetles fucking on the cover. also I'm not a super strong believer that dear boy is 100% about john but w paul two things can always be true at once so I Do think it's also inspired by john. Probably More like. it's the breakup album of all time

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

dw rewatch - takes on "the end of the world"

companion watch:

"the artic desert" hits different lol

something something bella vs the witch

rose's fear attack when she finds heres lf in the alien situation. she's genuinely terrified! it's a good beat, man. more than that, it's a rare beat. I get a lot of people don't vibe with it and prefer the more "buffy-esque approach, since it's "more to the point" and gets you larger than life figures… but personally I much prefer it when scifi/fantasy scenarios are portrayed as the terrifying reality they would be. also this: "ROSE: I just hitched a ride with a man. I don't even know who he is. He's a complete stranger"

war of the world vibes with the little robot fellas. /unintentional parallel to how cassandra dies and how the aliens in that book die?

"it gets inside and changes my mind, and you didnt even ask" "i didnt think about it like that" it's interesting that rose question this tbh

"five billion years in the future, my mum's dead" "bundle of laughs you are" /god i love this exchange. nine's constant attempt to downplay ANY surfacing of Real Emotions. rose's naivety in contemplating for the first time in her life that oh yeah, people die. the first statement of the "everything dies, everything ends" theme that will be woven throughout all the rtd era.

ngl i wish rose Did More in the plot of this episode, in terms of actually solving the crisis, feels like a stepdown after Rose giving her the most climatic moment... that said she does get a lot of great quibs in this one: "you two go pollinate and i'll go meet the family"/ "and i want you home by midnight!"/ "its better to die than to live like you, a bitchy trampoline" / "youre just lipstick and skin"

she's really similar to nine/ten in that aspect. they both have that "humor as defense mechanism" thing

blorbos:

the way nine and rose Lean in those stairs…. im Looking respectfully and im Thinking pure thoughts. (honestly ppl talk a lot about ten and rose's body language in s2 but there was A Lot going on with nine and rose as early as episode 1)

"all that counts is here and now" can't tell if zen mindfulness or a desperate defense mechanism to cope with ptsd.

first thing rose does is call her mum ): - Cassandra "I'm too young" vs Ten's "I was going to do so much more"...(ben wyatt voice) it's about the hypocrisy (oh having written this note before rewatching new earth... put a pin on that!)

timeless child retroactive continuity bonus: perhaps cassandra as "the last human" (not really a "human") paralleling "the last timelord" (not really a "timelord)? - "JABE: And what about your ancestry, Doctor? Perhaps you could tell a story or two. Perhaps a man only enjoys trouble when there's nothing else left". well post-s13 they're gonna enjoy themselves a lot more lol - there's something very anti-entropy about how the child gets to regenerate indefinitely without "losing" its essence and its dna integrity (vs cassandra's "flatness", the child gains more and more complexity as time passes).

colonialism/hegemony: - NINE: "mind you, when I say "the great and the good" what I mean is the rich." / "Five billion years and it still comes down to money" / this maybe be harsh,,, honestly i hate to say but doctor who sometimes really is just typical neolib """anti-capitalist""" fiction. - in the sense that it pretends to be anti-capitalist, but really is just capitalist realist. it's writers can imagine 203223 scenarios of the earth dying but they cannot conceive of a post-capitalist world, a classless society or simply a world without taxes. Of course you could say "this is so these stories are relatable" but even in their relatedness, there's rarely a portrayal of the anti-capitalist struggle (rather than just generic star wars-style, ideology-less "rebellions).- (that said, obligatory "I'm not a politics robot" disclaimer... "Do you think it's cheap, looking like this? Flatness costs a fortune." is an iconic retort lol) - there's also a kind of subtle Myth Of The Linear Progress Of History thing going on with cassandra being framed as someone who "stayed behind" and has not embraced this analogue to our "Color Blind Post Racial Society" which has "Obviously" outgrown prejudice and notions of racial purity. - "good thing i didn't take you to the deep south" / "you were to busy making cheap shots about the deep south" // parallels to-> "who do you think makes your clothes?" "Is that why you travel 'round with a human at your side? It's not so you can show them the wonders of the universe, it's so you can take cheap shots?" "sorry" . actually no rtd i dont think these are chepashots at all lol they are VERY relevant shots!! it's very transparent how the writers are kind of meek about making these *truly* transgressive points, but it's much easier to have the doctor argue that rose having a donor card is "a different morality"... again one is truly transgressive, the other is fun-but-no-challenging-of-the-hegemony scifi "dilemma". - the "quick word with Michael Jackson" line is doing A Lot but idek how to even begin to entangle it lol it's very 00s, for sure. - for once, a self aware one: "People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them." / "It depends on your definition of people, and that's enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries"

themes: - everything has its time and everything ends check your bingo cards. racial purity vs mixing vs 'progress'. class. life cycles. gut instinct (rose jumping the gun to empatise w/ the doc + nine going through the fans + rose reaction to the alien parade). destruction as tourism, as "artistic event" (an uncomfortable parallel to how this is what our heroes will be doing for the next 10+ seasons). - this episode does a bit of a u-turn on the previous (And the next) on its constant questioning of the intrinsic "meaning" of a physical body. in this, cassandra's continuous operations are framed as a kind of "lost of an essence". also the "surface" of her thinking as metaphor for her missing the "essence" of what it means to be human (biologically but more fundamentally, ethically).

Live Fast Die Young / YOLO / everyone deserves to be mourned. everyone deserves a dignified death. thread carefully and cherish life, because it will all be gone. our time is limited and short and it is because it is short that it means something. Life only means anything because there's Death.

ecology and environmentalism. "there are many species in that planet. mankind is only one / I'm a direct descendant of the tropical rainforest." obsessed with it. wish they brought back the rainforest.

[procrastinatingfeminist]

Yeah this is this one thing i feel ambivalent about. On one hand a well known actor (any celebrity not grandfathered into their money and privilege, actually, actors ain't that speshful) has the reach and the audience that very few people in the world can command. Look how many people Taylor Swift compelled to register to vote, just with a few compassionate tweets. Look on the other spectrum of the example, of how many vicious, despicable misogynists has JKR managed to instrumentalize in ostrasizing an Olympic athlete, just because of her greed and because the only thing keeping her relevant anymore is tearing into women so deviate from the western white beauty standard. So, obviously, Pedro does have a lot of power that he can wield. And he often did it, for good cause, when he spoke out about being an ally to trans people, and probably other things too.

On the other hand, his job is being an actor, not the UN ambassador. An actor is, when you get down to it, only a person, who is encumbered by their own limited intelligence, their biases, their beliefs, their cultural upbringing. Why do we constantly harass them to demonstrate model behaviours, to have the right answers about god, and universe, and everything? It is not fair to them. It becomes even more ridiculous when grown ass men and women start asking barely grown up child actors for answers that they should have already intuited themselves, for fucks sake, if they weren't so morally and intellectually bankrupt!!! You don't need Daniel Radcliffe saying to you that bullying is bad or the Seamus, Dean and Neville actors declaring that being homophobic is actually kinda cringe. Pierce Morgan isn't going to be suddenly converted by their quotes, and if this old ass fuck still haven't haven't learned by now how harmful his beliefs are, no amount of badgering a celebrity into voicing their opinion is going to change that, because it is no longer about lack of knowledge, but about lack of moral integrity. Actors aren't superior human beings just because they are famous. They have a pretty specific skill set, and thats it. Some are smart, some are geniuses, but some are also actually pretty dumb, and some are vile. There are plenty actors who happily voted leopard party, before they discovered that their faces are not immune from being eaten.

And on the other other hand, the situation today is not what it was eight years ago, six years ago. US is becoming a full blown fascist state with no checks and balances. Last election period you could still go "lets agree to disagree" without facing career-ending - god, i would actually go so far as to say life-ending - consequences, because the plurality of opinions was still practiced. Now? If someone famous like Pedro fucking Pascal, someone who Disney corporation is invested in backing, because he is the face of one of their best known Star Wars franchises, feels unsafe to offer a public opinion? This is pure, unadelterated fascism. There is no quibbing about it. His career is tied to Hollywood. I bet he already thought about quietly disappearing to Denmark for a few years and starring in a couple of indie european movies - it's not like he hurts for money - but no country in Europe has big enough movie making market to be a long-term solution. And if Trump guts the movie industry with his tariffs as he spouted off, it won't even be an option, because once you go, you are out. And that kind of suffocating, gut-heaving existential fear changes a person. I thankfully remember it only with a distant haziness that comes from living your childhood in such a regime, and it still keeps me up in cold sweat from time to time, and he seems to have a similar experience, but what does it say about our timeline that this feeling is increasingly becoming familiar like it is here to stay, like an unwanted roommate that doesn't pay rent and mooches off your groceries, but you also cannot evict?

Pedro Pascal EDDINGTON - Press Conference - Cannes 2025

[dazzelmethat]

A quib is a quib because it is a quib but always remember that some quibs act quably. And not to put all quibs in a box.

A quab is a quab because it is a quab. But also some quabs act quably.

Some quibs are also quabs. But some quabs aren’t quibs. You’ll know if you are a quib if you are a quib but even as a quib you can be quab.

You understand it now? Which one should you put on your dating profile? Quibquab? Maybe nonquab.

I’m tired. I don’t care. I put down quib for convenience. Is ‘convenience’ a gender?

I hate circular arguments but I also hate being defined verbally by people who don’t know me. I don’t get it. Uhh What’s a quib again?

Can something using itself in its own definition even mean anything? Does me asking this make me cisquib or nonquibquab? I feel like a quibquab atheist out of the loop of some enlightening message.

I don’t understand it, I’m pedantic and like rules and all this talk over semantics is starting to feel silly. I’d rather look at images of bugs..

But I understand etiquette. And the importance of being polite. Maybe I don’t need to understand it or see its importance. Maybe I just need to perform the proper courtesy.

- a thought essay poem thing I made. Good faith critiques are welcome but don’t bite my head off.

[orchideous-nox]

I love your little nicknames for Quibbie

They're mostly nicknames from asks me and him get, probably because he doesn't have his name on his blog. Except Quib-bitch, that's all on me. I normally just call him by his name though when I'm texting him 😂

[tanketorskk]

I love when you obviously clear out an old inbox, like yes, Quib, share with the class!

Damn chdncjnf didn’t think it was that obvious 💀 tho tbf I have like 100+ asks in constantly trying to catch up on lmao

[watchfxrthefangs]

🎩Lyney's own cheeks prickled with heat. Not many returned his flirtatious quibs, but Gavin did, and he quickly had to recover before it showed. "When you're a great magician, many ask for shows, you know." He smiled, leaning up to kiss Gavin's cheek. "Is that your way of saying you missed me, Gavin~?"

🎩"Good morning! Need some help waking up with a good magic trick~?"