Nathan stands at his left. Mary stands at his right.
Neil doesn’t turn to look at them, but he can feel them there—one carved into his ribs, the other burned into his skin.
He is made of them.
Of his father’s brutality, his mother’s desperation. Of bruises layered over bruises, of fists and sharp words and the lesson that pain was the only thing he could count on.
Nathan’s voice is smooth, proud, as it murmurs in his ear.
"You were built for more than this, Nathaniel."
Mary’s whisper is sharp, urgent, dripping with every frantic mile they ever ran.
"You don’t understand what it means to survive."
Nathan had tried to shape him into something ruthless. Mary had tried to strip him down to something weightless.
And neither of them had ever asked what he wanted to be.
Neil closes his eyes.
Nathan’s presence is heavy, all iron and control and the scent of blood that will never wash away.
Mary’s is lighter, but just as cruel—a ghost that lingers, a reminder that even love can leave bruises.
They will always be here.
Because Neil is made of them.
Of a father who saw him as a tool, and a mother who saw him as a liability.
Of a life spent running, and a body full of evidence that he was never meant to survive this long.
His shoulders ache under the weight of them.
And no matter how far he goes, they will never leave.
24/7 obsessed and endlessly fascinated by sidney crosby. he is a freak. i love him. i hate him. i hope he has access to consistent therapy. he is both endlessly compassionate and ruthless in his desire to succeed. humble and won’t settle for anything but number 1. involved in everything and anything for the community as long as it’s to do with hockey. sexiest, rough, low voice that regularly squeaks hysterically when he’s yelling giggling or laughing
lowkey mad my current hyperfixation is just. this feral little fussy princess babygirl old man who does Sports.
i do find it very interesting how different the foxes and the trojans go about caring for and supporting each other. well, actually, i mostly find it interesting how differently people seem to feel about it, especially in regards to kevin's drinking problem.
the way kevin's clearly unhealthy relationship with alcohol doesn't get condemned or fixed in the original trilogy for example is something that many people in the fandom have been pretty upset and critical about for many years and jean's reaction to it seemed to have really moved people (though that in particular, imo, had at least as much to do with jean's very restricted and in itself unhealthy relationship to food and drinks as with him uniquely seeing and caring about kevin's substance abuse issues. like, yeah, he really, really cares about him, but i don't think he'd have been thaaat much less upset if kevin was coping by eating chips or something. but well, whatever).
but to me, that never really read as no one caring about kevin or thinking alcohol is the ideal way for him to regulate his emotions.
the whole premise of how wymack runs the foxes and how they treat each other is just very built around the idea that all these people have been through awful things and that the way they'll cope with that won't always be pretty. but as long as they cope at all, they'll be around for another day, and another, which'll buy them to actually get better.
which is how you get stuff like wymack, in good conscience, not only tolerating but at times even soliciting underage drinking. and looking past the harder drugs some of the team are doing. and it's how him and the team all accept that neil is definitely lying about pretty much everything but mostly just leave him be. and how they all agreed to let andrew get off his legally mandated medication during games even though that could have terrible consequences for all of them. and how matt's mom said "sure random eighteen year old calling me on the phone, do give my addict son speedballs, you seem to have a higher success rate at getting teenagers clean than me 👍" because they all view life less as you're either doing good or you doing bad, and more as you're either surviving whatever it takes to do so, or you don't, so who cares if you aren't coping in healthy or acceptable ways, as long as you are coping. (and then once they're ready to work on getting better, they do have a support system in place to help them get there)
meanwhile the trojans are mostly pretty normal and well adjusted, so they have a pretty clear idea of what a healthy person who's doing well looks like, and that's what they generally want for other people, especially those they care about. so when they see someone who's not doing well and not dealing with it in healthy ways they are very direct about it, sort of a "your behaviour is not healthy, stop doing it" thing. your eating habits are really restrictive? try eating different food anyways, it's really good, i prommy. you hurt yourself when you're upset? here's how to physically stop this from hurting. you get incredibly startled when you're touched unexpectedly? well, just let me try hugging you again. you drink to deal with your feelings? please don't, it's not good for you.
and obviously that's a lot more normal and straight forward than what the foxes are doing, and it's done with love and support. and a lot of fans find it very moving and beautiful and sweet. but i also know that i'm not the only person who was really put off by this and still finds it kinda disconcerting. to me it feels, especially in contrast to the foxes, who would largely find this sooo overbearing and rude and uncomfortable, kinda like strongarming someone into doing well, with (at least in the context of these specific books) shockingly little regard for personal boundaries.
my point isn't that one's better than the other or anything, i think both approaches are going to work differently well for different people and within the books it makes perfect sense why the different teams would act this way, and it's also perfectly understandable why some people really resonate with one approach and find the other irritating or unkind. it's simply some thoughts that have been rattling around in my head. building up to: nothing really. oh well
one thing i need you all to realize is that you have to fight like hell for the marginalized people you don’t like. you have to fight for the cringey discourse queer and the misogynistic man of color and the transphobic cis woman and the politically conservative jew and the racist disabled person. you don’t have to like them or agree with them. but if you see them experiencing bigotry and you are a person who claims to be against bigotry, you are obligated to fight for them. you have to fight against bigotry, even if you don’t like the target of that bigotry, because as soon as you let yourself slip, as soon as you allow bigotry on your watch, even if it is directed at the shittiest person you’ve ever met, you’ve now established that in your personal ethos bigotry isn’t wrong, it’s a weapon. and as soon as you’re okay with bigotry being used as a weapon, you have already lost.
Praying for killer outfits, straight A’s, good sleep, and a consistent workout routine this school year
I finally made the meme I've had in my head for over a year
telemachus’s gorgeous parents, odysseus and penelope
the queen’s gaze is as sharp and cunning as her husband’s, perhaps that is why he overlooked the beautiful helen for her. her bright eyes only seem to soften for him
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
s/o to this skeleton babe from 1936
Me when I think about DC unintentionally making Batman so female coded. We’re constantly reminded his identity is based and fed by a shitty man. That he wouldn’t exist without him.His trauma is either diminished to be a point of ridicule, or invalided entirely. He’s expected to know everything, to have a perfect reaction all the time, to be somehow devoid of emotion yet shamed for having empathy. DC trying so hard to push the father optic on him yet the fandom sees him as a mother. He’s the problem and the solution and the root of destruction. He keeps Gotham alive, but he’s not raising it. He makes everything and belongs nowhere.