not actually Spider-Man blog! Simpsons, Frasier, all about that sitcom shitposting. sideshow bob is interesting. nothing edgy but better for minors to shoo.
anyone who sincerely tries to argue that this man isn't autistic is either neurotypical or just doesn't get it cause like look at this criss-cross applesauce infodumping motherfucker and try telling me he's normal
Watching the Placeholder in 2026 is really funny to see the fears of the writers plastered on screen. Straight white male writers always see cats as harbingers of doom.
You learned how to fix most things in a house from your father, who never wanted you to feel that you had to rely on someone for anything. You possessed a knack for practical tasks and gladly take on the challenge. You brought over your tools from your apartment and Frasier took out the necessary tool when asked, however, you pointed them out more often than not because unlike you he wasn't the handy type, and you wanted to ensure that the door knocker was installed securely and in the correct position as knowing Frazier it was probably expensive. Frasier watched with admiration as you effortlessly handled the task, appreciating your practical skills and attention to detail.
When you completed the installation, Frasier expressed his gratitude for your help. He admired your ability to balance both intellectual and practical abilities, recognizing the value you bring to the relationship. Your differing strengths complement each other, creating a harmonious dynamic.
"You want me to knock, don't you?" Your smile was teasing, and you shook your head when he nodded.
You stepped out into the hallway, and Frasier closed the door. You quietly laughed at your excited boyfriend before rapping the door knocker.
Frasier looked at Martin and Daphne, who were sitting at the dining table, observing your teamwork. "Whoever could it be?"
He opened the door and you sent him a smile. "It is pretty cool, I'll admit." You had been shocked when he told you how much the door knocker cost, but seeing how thrilled he was, you knew it was a good purchase on his part.
"Come on in, and I'll make you some tea." Daphne offered, standing up to enter the kitchen.
You thanked her as you began to put away your tools and joined Frasier and Martin at the dining table.
This experience strengthens your bond as you worked together to enhance Frasier's living space which later became your own place as well. It served as a reminder of the importance of collaboration and appreciating each other's unique skills and talents. Frasier realizes that while he may excel in his profession as a psychiatrist and radio host, your practical abilities bring a different kind of value to your relationship.
The next day, you entered the apartment where Frasier was infuriated, sharing his feelings with Daphne and his father. She explained that Ms Langer had left a pink "no no" slip on the door and ordered the door knocker to be removed, and you rolled your eyes at the mention of the woman who had once commented one morning after you had stayed over at Frasier's that nightly guests would give the building a reputation.
"Is she the one that keeps harassing you about Eddie?"
"Yes. She thinks that just because she's the Head of the Condo Board, she can control everyone." Martin replied.
You looked at Frasier when he began to leave the apartment. "Where are you going?"
"To speak with Ms Langer." He opened the door dramatically, as were all his actions when he was upset.
You grinned as you approached him. "Ooh! Me too!"
When you went to the bottom floor where the Board held their meetings, Frasier confronted the Board, but it soon became apparent that Ms Langer would not back down and you knew your boyfriend wouldn't either. You patted his arm in the elevator as he listed all the reasons Ms. Langer was a tyrant, sending him a smile.
"Don't worry. I have a few ideas."
You spent the next week with Daphne trying to dig up dirt on Ms Langer and when you found out she was breaking Condo regulations herself, you presented the findings to her outside her apartment.
"That's not my only copy." You warned, biting back a smirk when she blanched. "He keeps the Japanese door knocker, deal?"
Frasier grinned when she agreed and went inside her apartment. "This calls for a celebration. How about you and I have dinner at a steak grill house?"
A beaming grin formed on your lips at his suggestion. While you enjoyed the times he took you to dinner or to the opera, you were a lot like his father in the respect that you valued simple good food. And Frasier and his brother Niles were often mocked for being too pompous, so to make this suggestion was proof in itself how much he cared about you. Frasier loved fine dining, and he was opting for something he knew you'd appreciate more.
"Frasier Crane, are you asking me out on a date?"
It was moments like this that made him wish he knew you back in Boston. His time there was somewhat turbulent, and meeting you was proof that two opposites could bring out the best in each other.
"Why, yes I am."
"Then I'd love to." You kissed his cheek, and he sent you a smile.
Moving forward, you and Frasier continue to support and complement each other in various aspects of your lives. You embraced your differences and found joy in learning from one another. Frasier's admiration for your practical skills grows, and he becomes more open to exploring new experiences such as a baseball game and tasks with your guidance.
Ultimately, the installation of the Japanese door knocker becomes a symbol of your partnership and the strength you find in your differences. Frasier appreciates your hardiness and your loyalty and recognizes the importance of relying on each other's strengths to create a harmonious and fulfilling relationship, even if in the beginning your relationship seemed doomed to fail due to your differences when it had only made it stronger.
When Frasier met Sherry for the first time, he and Niles escaped to Café Nervosa where you called his cell asking how the meeting went. The two brothers talked into the phone, briefly wrestling for it when Frasier got annoyed with Niles when he kept taking it out of his hand to talk to you, giving his impression that was equally low as Frasier's.
After meeting Sherry when she had dinner at the condo for the first time, you believed she was someone they weren't used to, as she was different than the people they usually surrounded themselves with, but you could see the positive effect she had on their father.
When their relationship became strained, and Frasier and Niles were too busy celebrating that Sherry might be gone from their lives, you encouraged Frasier to talk to his father. Upon learning that he was pushing her away because she said "I love you" and Martin felt as if he was betraying his wife who had been dead for several years, Frasier intervened and got the two back together.
You watched as Martin hugged Sherry and looped your right arm with Frasier's left, rubbing with with your free hand. "I'm proud of you."
"We were so close."
You knew he was referring to being free from Sherry, and patted his arm before going to pour him a drink knowing he needed it. Although he would mourn the lost opportunity, he still reconciled the couple even when it went against his interest because his father's happiness mattered more. It was one of the reasons you fell for him; his ability to bring people together.
A few weeks later, Frasier found Sherry no more likeable than he did before, but it amused him greatly to see that her presence was now being felt by you when she stayed over more often.
You were approaching the table when Sherry commented on your outfit. "Oh, honey, you have nicer shirts than that. Here let met show you."
Frasier smirked behind his coffee cup when you took a breath and smiled so tightly that he was surprised your jaw didn't break.
When you returned, you were in a completely different outfit and Daphne poured you coffee as you finally joined the table and the glance you shared did not go unnoticed by Frasier who had sensed tensions were rising between Daphne and Sherry as well over the course of the last few weeks.
"There! Doesn't she look so much better?"
You sipped your coffee quietly, and looked at your boyfriend when he agreed, subtly kicking his calf beneath the table. He was enjoying your torment far too much lately.
"You know, I've had a marvellous idea. Why don't you two go shopping together?"
Sherry grinned and quickly agreed much to your dismay, but you masked it well, and set a date and time before you left for work.
"I'll drive you." Frasier rose, but you were quick to fetch your coat and head to the door.
"I'll take the bus. I'm feeling social."
By lunchtime you'd cooled down enough to glare at him across the table at Café Nervosa much to the amusement of Niles.
"How long are you going to continue being mute?" Frasier asked, exasperated by your antics. When you arrived at Nervosa, he had already gotten a table and realized quickly that you were talking to everyone except him. But he was sure your glare softening and he had seen the way your lips twitched now and then before you took a sip of coffee to hide it.
"I'd say a while." Niles replied.
You smiled at him as you picked up your bag, before saying goodbye to the younger Crane brother and leaving while glaring at your boyfriend who pressed his lips together.
By dinnertime, you had fully cooled down, only because glaring was giving you a headache. You were hiding in the bedroom, finally releasing your frustrations with Daphne who shared her own irritation with Sherry who was waving off Martin's physical therapy and giving him all the greasy food he wanted.
Frasier entered the condo to find Martin and Sherry sitting on the sofas watching the television, discussing it. After a quick greeting, he went to the bedroom where he found you sitting with Daphne as you vented to each other.
"Really? This is what you've sunken to? Hiding?" He gasped when he saw Eddie on the bed beside you. "Off! Right now!"
"No, he's comforting me." You scratched Eddie's side and he rested his head on your leg.
"Have you lost your mind?" He exclaimed.
"Yes! Because she is driving me crazy!"
Daphne nodded in agreement. "At this rate, we should get our own apartment."
"No one is going anywhere." Frasier groused. "I'll talk to dad about Sherry. Perhaps he can get her out of the house to give us all a little breathing space."
You and Daphne looked at him expectantly.
"Now?"
"I'll take Eddie off the bed."
"Out of the room." Frasier bargained.
"Deal."
Frasier smiled tightly before leaving the room and you picked up Eddie, kissing his head. As you waited, you exchange theories on how well it was going and considering there was no yelling, you were optimistic.
"He's rather taken to you since you moved in here." Daphne mused.
"He's like my little shadow."
Frasier entered at that moment and grimaced. "No, no attachment. Out, now."
"You spoke to your father?" Daphne asked.
"He agreed to take Sherry out for a little while." Frasier glared at Eddie who was snuggled in your arms.
You carried Eddie out the room and Frasier rolled his eyes when he heard you saying how cuddly he was. Daphne followed when he began to dust the bed for hairs and said she'd change it.
Frasier entered the living room and you hastily shooed Eddie away and patted the seat beside you invitingly. He sighed, choosing not to chase Eddie away and instead walked over to join you. You cuddled into his side and he placed an arm around you.
"Thank you." You kissed his cheek.
"There was a lot to lose. The thought of Eddie in my bed was making me itchy."
You smiled softly, "Was he upset?"
Frasier shook his head, "I didn't tell him why. I told him I wanted a little space for a few hours." He met your gaze, "With you."
Your smile grew and you tilted your head, leaning in when Daphne entered. "What are we watching? I hear there's a rom-com on that's supposed to be very good."
Frasier sighed, and you looked at the Englishwoman with a small smile. "I think we'll enjoy the quiet while it lasts." You nudged Frasier as you left the sofa and he waited a moment, eyebrows furrowed, but when he caught your meaning he quickly followed.
The peaceful lull lasted only until morning and when Sherry commented on your dress, you miraculously remembered you had a meeting at work, turning to Frasier who was sipping his coffee to hide his amusement.
"Drive me?"
Not wanting to stay in Sherry's presence as much as you did, he caught his jacket that Martin was sure was hastily thrown in your escape and left behind you.
"Should we leave Daphne alone?" You whispered as you pressed the button to call for the elevator while he quickly donned his jacket.
"Oh, please, she always leaves us alone with her."
Since you were early for work, you went to Café Nervosa and enjoyed the peace and quiet. "You know, we could stay here."
Frasier raised an eyebrow over the newspaper he'd gotten from a vendor on the street. "Is there whiskey in that coffee?"
"No, but I can dream." You pointed at him sternly, "You can't stop my dreams."
Niles arrived, pausing when he saw you both. "You know, I'm beginning to wonder if coffee makes you grouchy."
You set your cup on the saucer, affronted by the younger Crane who swiftly made his way to place his order. You shook your head when you noticed Frasier's lips twitching, fighting back a smirk.
"Dare I?" Niles asked his brother who folded his newspaper and placed it on the table.
"I don't know. Dare you?" You replied.
"Oh, give it a rest the pair of you." Frasier gestured for Niles to sit down. "She is still a little snarky from this morning."
"Sherry again?"
"No, Daphne. Her voice is like -"
"I wouldn't go there." Frasier advised, swatting Niles who immediately tensed in his chair, ready to defend the Englishwoman.
"But it's so fun!" You whined.
"He's not a toy."
"He can hear you." Niles reminded you both. It was common for him to do so, as you and Frasier had your own conversations that excluded others. He imagined its how others felt when he and Frasier did it themselves with their intellectual quips that no one else would notice, although now and then their father had seen the signs and warned them not to unless they wanted to feel the wrath of his cane.
"Niles, cover your ears." You turned to your boyfriend who tilted his head, lips pressed together to avoid showing his amusement. But Niles could see it, plain as day, and rolled his eyes.
A short while later when you left for work, you were smiling as you bid the two brothers goodbye and Frasier considered fleeing the apartment every morning as it had worked wonders for your mood. You kissed him farewell and raised a hand to ruffle Niles's hair. He covered his head with his hands and you left with a grin. Niles turned to Frasier to voice his frustration with your teasing, and found he was watching you walk away through the window.
Although he could deduce his brother was admiring you and that he had something on his mind. Frasier was beginning to realize why you dreaded spending time in Sherry's presence so much, and it was not for the same reasons as he and Niles did.
"You really care about her, don't you?"
Frasier broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at him. "Yes, I do." He picked up his coffee cup with a small smile, "She irks you, doesn't she?"
"Most of the time, yes." Niles answered, eliciting a chuckle from his brother. He knew your teasing was good natured, and you never went too far. You were the youngest in your family, so you understood Niles and Frasier's competitive streaks the most and had reconciled the relationship between the two when they went too far. You made Frasier happy, and after everything he deserved it. And for that above all, Niles was grateful.
The last thing you expected after a stressful, but productive day at work, was to hear that Daphne had left. Sherry had given her phone number to someone she thought Daphne needed to date, and the brunette hadn't taken it as positively as she anticipated.
Which is how Frasier found himself in a stand off in the bedroom. He narrowed his eyes when you held Eddie above the bed, hovering warningly.
"I want her back. Today."
Frasier held his hands out when you lowered Eddie who wriggled in your grasp. "I don't know where she is."
"I want her back. Or I move out. I can't survive on my own with her." You released Eddie onto the floor and Frasier gasped, sighing in relief when he ran out of the room in search of Martin.
"I'm going for a bath. I want her back by the time it's over."
"That's not enough time. I don't even know where she is."
"Oh, please, she's at Niles's apartment. She texted me when she left." You paused, "Wait, I can move into an apartment with her." You walked to your handbag and wrestled Frasier for the bag on the bed.
"If you move out, you are taking Eddie with you!"
"My apartment doesn't allow pets!"
"You don't have one yet!"
"I'm psychic!"
Frasier grumbled as he ultimately won and rose from the bed. "I've had enough of this." You huffed when he pocketed your cell phone and headed out in search of Daphne. You knew you were being dramatic, but you had been living with him for two years now, and Martin often remarked that his eldest was rubbing off on you.
While he was gone, you put the world outside of the bedroom door out of your mind as you filled the bathtub, lit candles and tried to unwind as you went through your skincare routine. Frasier returned a few hours later and discovered you were hiding in the bathroom while Martin watched TV and Sherry played a card game at the dining table, giving yourself a manicure and sipping wine from a bottle you had taken in a haste while the couple was in the kitchen.
You raised an eyebrow when he appeared with Daphne and Niles and from the younger Crane's expression, he had succeeded partly in getting Daphne to move back in.
"You're back!"
The brunette had different ideas. "I just came for some stuff."
You held out the wine bottle and Niles took it before Daphne could. "Thank you. It's been an interesting day." He took a long sip from the bottle and your brows raised higher. Your boyfriend sighed at his younger brother's attitude.
"We can go to Paris. We can toss them to the wolves and make our escape." You bargained much to Daphne's amusement.
"Well, thank you very much!" Frasier snarked.
"Quick, Daphne, grab me before she can -" Niles's attempt to move closer to Daphne to whisk her out of the apartment was thwarted by Frasier.
You looked at your boyfriend who shook his head at his brother. "Now, come on. Nothing is going to get solved unless we open the lines of communication." He urged the three of you to follow him into the living room and you leaned on Niles as you walked on your heels as your nails dried.
"You can live with us -" The younger Crane practically pleaded with you.
"Niles!" Frasier hissed, making him look away from his shameless attempt to get you to move out just so he could stay with Daphne. "No one is going anywhere."
You squealed when he picked you up and held your fluffy dressing gown closed as he entered the living room, sitting you on the sofa. He called out to Martin and Sherry in the kitchen and ushered Daphne to sit beside you.
"I want to address the tension that's been building up here for a while now. Ever since Sherry started spending more time here." Frasier began, standing between the two women. "Now, Daphne, I believe that your feeling as if you're losing your place here. Your role has been a caretaker for some years, and now Sherry is here, also believing she knows what's best for dad, and it's only natural that you two would bump heads."
"But she gave my number out to a complete stranger." Daphne reminded him.
"It's unthinkable, come along, Daphne." Niles headed to the door, halted by Frasier scolding him.
"You're just learning how to adapt to the changes and that takes time." Frasier continued.
"I was only trying to help. I know him, he's not a stranger. Did you really think I would do something like that?" Sherry spoke up.
"No, I suppose, not really." Daphne replied. "It just felt like you were getting me out of the way. Like with breakfast, and Mr Crane's therapy. You knew better."
"And -" You hushed Niles before Frasier could and his eyes narrowed before he acted with nonchalance, but you knew from the from the faint smirk on his lips that he fully intended to seek revenge. "You were also upset, weren't you?"
"No, I wasn't." You glared at him, earning a glare in return as you had thwarted his plans to have Daphne under his roof.
"Oh, really, Niles." Frasier sighed, turning to you, "And yes, you were also feeling -"
"Completely fine -"
"As if you also didn't belong." Frasier sent you a raised eyebrow and you knew he wasn't going to drop it.
"I am never confiding in you again." You whispered as you stood up.
"Y/N?" Sherry turned to you.
You sighed when Frasier stopped you from leaving the room, turning you around and keeping his hands on your shoulders as he explained what he had observed. "Y/N's mother was very critical." Frasier began, "So when you talked about her outfits, or her job, she felt as if you didn't approve. And she was afraid that she wouldn't belong here anymore." You could almost hear him thinking 'as if this woman has any say in my love life'.
"I didn't mean it to sound like that. I was just trying to -"
You could see her remorse as it was written all over her features. "I shouldn't have been so sensitive -"
"Oh!" Sherry's eyes teared up as she looked between you and Daphne. "Come here."
You bristled when Frasier placed a hand on your lower back and pushed you forward. You sighed in resignation as you returned the embrace Sherry had encased you and Daphne in.
"We should have lunch. Just the three of us. We can dish about the three of them." You smirked at her suggestion and turned your head to meet your boyfriend's gaze. He tilted his head, lips pursed knowing you were teasing him, and your smirk grew.
"I'd love that, Sherry." You replied.
She suggested going out for dinner and Martin and Daphne agreed easily. You headed to the bedroom to get dressed while Frasier confronted a sulking Niles.
You were unaware of your boyfriend entering the bedroom as you pinned your hair up to make it look shorter before lowering it again, deciding against a haircut. After meeting your mother, Frasier had seen a different side of you, and you had confided in how she scrutinized everything you did. And you could dodge her phone calls, but you couldn't avoid Sherry when she had practically moved into the apartment with Martin.
You enjoyed good wine and regular went to the theatre but you didn't share Frasier's other tastes, and for once he hadn't minded, or picked apart the relationship with his overanalysing. You hadn't let the differences between you affect your feelings for him, so he didn't either, and it had been nearly three years of dating and living together. After his divorce he had spiralled, jumping from one relationship to the next before hitting a dry spell. Then he had bumped into you at the theatre while Niles was getting a drink.
When he met your mother, Frasier understood where a lot of your mannerisms came from, and when faced with Sherry it had sent you questioning everything from the length of your hair, to your relationship, as you valued her opinion higher than he believed you should have, but because she was dating Martin, you perceived her opinions to be an extension of his. You were used to avoiding confrontation, pushing along as you had learned to when you were growing up, but Frasier knew how to bridge the gap between people and tonight proved that.
"I could be a red head. Or dark, like jet black."
Frasier shook his head as he entered the bathroom. "I vote for neither. Especially the black."
Your brow furrowed, "Why?"
"You never did meet Lilith, did you?" He mused as he stood behind you in front of the mirror.
You raised an eyebrow, as you hadn't met his ex-wife yet, but you'd heard plenty from his father, Niles and even Daphne to paint a frightening picture.
"You really wouldn't change anything?" You asked, turning to the mirror.
Frasier looked in the mirror for a moment. "I wouldn't change anything. Except..." You turned, tilting your head to look up at him. Without your heels, your head barely reached his shoulder. "This line, right here," He ran his thumb across your knit forehead which relaxed beneath his touch which he followed with a kiss. "Although you do smell like an apothecary. And so does this room, I think it's spreading to the bedroom."
You giggled softly. "I used a lot of everything."
You smiled as you headed to the bedroom to fetch your heels before joining the others out in the living room.
"There you are! What took so long? I'm starving." Martin grumbled.
"You're always starving." Daphne commented.
You picked up your long coat from the hook and shrugged it on as you listened to the group. You picked up your keys from the bowl, and glanced back at the apartment then at your boyfriend as he approached with his own jacket.
"I'm sorry I used animal warfare."
Frasier chuckled. "Cruel but effective."
You laughed as you stepped out, locking the door before stepping into the crowded elevator. You pocketed your keys and looped your left arm with his right, taking his hand with your right hand.
"Anywhere but a buffet." Niles grimaced after hearing Martin and Sherry discuss it, their positive review having the opposite effect.
"I've been there. It's rather lovely." Daphne said.
"Buffet it is!"
You glanced up to meet your boyfriend's equally amused and exasperated gaze, resting your forehead against his shoulder as you suppressed a smile at Niles's infatuation and Daphne's continued obliviousness. It was an odd group, but they were family and your boyfriend, the mediator, was holding all of you together.
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