I swear I write...once every quarter... on a blue moon... that’s full... and so long as the planets are aligned... and the stars too... and if I can catch that tricky bitch motivation... so yeah! Anyways I write so please enjoy
I’m now obsessed with Leon S Kennedy because of Resident Evil 9. All I can think about is the fact that I really like the idea of Leon’s wife being a technical analyst for the DSO and the two of them having a relationship at work like Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds.
The idea for this was mainly inspired by the ending of Season 4 Episode 1 where Morgan tells Penelope that she is his god given blessing after nearly getting blown up and asking her to promise to not stop talking to him no matter what happens. And her replying with “I can’t right now I’m mad at you” only for Morgan to say “I’ll wait.” I can just so see Leon doing this with his wife especially in the early stages of their relationship after a particularly dangerous mission.
He’s been crossing stuff out with chalk. He asked me to write his name for him, crossed it out, and had a panicked meltdown because he thought it meant he didn’t exist any more.
@3liza they didn’t account for it because they didn’t realize it was an issue. The particles the gloves are shedding are not microplastics but they are similar enough in composition and under an electron microscope that because the scientists didn’t know to account for them, they didn’t realize that’s what they were seeing.
Also they DID account for contamination in WET sample preparation, because they’d already learned previously that the nitrile gloves could contaminate wet samples, but this was the first discovery that they were contaminating DRY or AIRBORNE samples as well.
All of this was very clearly laid out in just the last provided link - i didn’t even have to read all of them to learn this, I read like 3 paragraphs of the nautil.us article and I was able to learn what happened and why it hadn’t been accounted for.
Like, I understand the frustration, but this is the sort of thing that has to be DISCOVERED before it can be accounted for, and this is what that kind of discovery looks like, and berating scientists for not already knowing something science hadn’t yet learned is kind of a pointless and bad faith approach to things.
We’ve learned that a lot of the studies done on microplastics in our environment were not actually accurate, and had unintentionally incorrectly inflated numbers of microplastics in their samples due to this issue, which means that while microplastics are still obviously a problem, they’re not as overwhelming large of a problem than we thought! This is a good thing! Science has done its job and we have learned new things and can now do even better science! There’s no reason to be angry at or berate the scientists who’ve gone before. We know better now. That’s the important part.
☁︎⋅ finding older!leon’s academy pictures (request)
the old album was tucked in the back of the closet, hidden behind confidential mission files and dusty storage boxes. you only found it because you were helping him clean.
“probably just old paperwork,” leon had mumbled, distracted in the kitchen making coffee.
but it wasn’t paperwork. it was leon.
young leon.
police academy leon.
the first picture made you stop breathing for a second. he couldn’t have been older than twenty, nineteen at the very least. his features were soft around the edges, hair a little too long and falling over his eyes. he wore a navy academy shirt that looked too serious for the boy smiling in it.
there was this ridiculous, earnest brightnest to him, the way his eyes were filled with hope and how he looked like he was ready to combat anything. like he believed he could save anyone.
it made your heart ache.
there were so many photos. dozens among dozens. some printed, some polaroids.
leon half asleep in a classroom, cheek squished into his hand. the picture had a mustache skibbled with a sharpie.
leon in uniform, trying to look intimidating and failing because there was still a certain softness in his expression.
leon holding a coffe mug almost as big as his face. the mug read “#1 dad future rookie”.
“oh my god,” you whispered to yourself. “you were a baby.”
maybe it should’ve ended there. you putting the photos away, letting them gather dust for the next few years before rediscovering them again.
but it didn’t. because ever since finding those photos, you kept…studying leon. at breakfast, across the couch, while he was reading, when he fell asleep on your chest.
the rounded softness his face once had was sharper now, carved by age and hardship. there were faint lines near his eyes. a faint scar against his cheek you liked to trace with your thumb.
but, if you looked hard enough, younger leon was still there.
in the way his lashes looked unfairly long when he blinked. in the little pout he unconsciously made when he was focused. in the sheepish smile that graced his lips when you teased him.
and his eyes. his faded blue eyes still carried pieces of the boy in those pictures.
…
leon noticed. of course he did.
one evening when he was sprawled on the couch reading reports, glasses low on his nose, you were openly staring. he set the papers down slowly.
“should I be concerned?” he cocked a brow. you didn’t answer. “sweetheart?”
you blinked. “hm?”
he leaned back, crossing his arms. “you’ve been looking at me like you’re trying to solve a murder case this past week.”
your cheeks flushed a soft pink.
leon narrowed his eyes playfully. “what’s going on?”
you sighed, a small pout forming on your face. “it’s the photos.”
his brows furrowed in confusion. “...photos?”
“the ones of you at the academy.”
leon’s ears tinged pink, a groan vibrated in his chest. “oh god.”
“no, listen! you were so adorable in those pictures!” you sat up quickly.
he made a wounded sound. “adorable?”
“yes!”
“that’s not something a man likes to hear.”
“you looked like a puppy,” you giggled. “little golden retriever…no, a german shepherd!”
he covered his face. you crawled over to straddle his lap, pulling his wrists away from his face. a laugh bubbled out of your lips.
“I’m serious,” you said, voice softer now. “I can’t stop looking at you and seeing him.”
leon’s expression changed into something gentler. your finger traced his jaw slowly.
“honestly,” you started, grinning. “if I had met you back then…”
he cocked a brow. “you would have what, hm?”
you leaned in close to whisper dramatically. “I would’ve had the biggest crush on you.”
his ears turned redder.
“and,” you added, kissing his cheek. “I would have claimed you as mine immediately.”
leon stared at you, curiosity and temptation swirling in his eyes. then, he gave the most helpless, flustered laugh. “you’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.
“I’m just being honest,” you grin.
“you would’ve liked academy me?”
“I would’ve been obsessed with academy you.”
he looked almost offended by the idea.
“I had terrible hair.”
“you have the same hair…”
he rolled his eyes at that one.
“I was reckless back then.”
“cute.”
“I made bad decisions.”
“very cute.”
“you have terrible taste,” he pinched the bridge of his nose.
you laughed so hard you nearly tipped into him. your arms wrapped around his neck as his expression softened. his hand reached up to brush your hair behind your ear.
“truthfully…” he murmured. “I’m glad we didn’t meet back then.”
your eyes widened in surprise. “why?”
a small, almost embarrassed smile graced his face. “younger me…he was reckless, thought that being brave meant being stupid,” he shook his head.
his thumb brushed against your cheek. “I would’ve been a terrible boyfriend.”
“I doubt that.”
“no,” he smiled. “I probably would’ve tried to impress you by doing something idiotic. like climbing up the side of your balcony.”
you snorted. “sounds about right.”
he laughed too. then his voice turned quiet.
“I think,” he said. “I think I had to become this version of me before I could love you right.
your heart melted. “leon…”
he touched his forehead against yours. “I’m glad we met when we did.”
you kissed him before he could say anything else. soft, slow, and tender enough to make him melt. when you pulled back, you studied him again.
that same look.
he groaned.
“you’re doing it again.”
“what?”
“that look.”
you giggled, cupping his face. “I’m seeing baby-faced leon.”
“you know,” he murmured, hands brushing up your waist. “if you keep talking about how badly you would’ve wanted younger me…”
he kissed your jaw. “...I might get jealous.”
you laughed. “of yourself?”
gently, he maneuvered you onto the couch, his body resting on top of yours. his lips travelled down your neck.
“for the record,” you whispered, almost breathless. “I would have claimed rookie leon too.”
his teeth grazed your pulse. “and who claims me now?”
So. Today in class we assigned Macbeth roles to students to read. When I asked the class who wants to be Lady Macbeth, a young man raised his hand. I kind of stared at him like “Lady Macbeth,” and he nodded like “I know what I’m about ma’am.” So then the student who ended up as Macbeth raised his hand and said “HE’S THE ONE, HE’S MY WIFE!” So I said “yeah sure why not,” and the entire class period they were blowing kisses to each other and winking at each other, and every now and then Macbeth would say “I’m the luckiest man on Earth” and Lady Macbeth would put a hand to his chest, and be like “BABE!”.
I just stared at them, knowing that they CLEARLY have never read ‘Macbeth’ before, so… all this lovey dovey… I don’t know if I have the heart to tell them the truth.
Macbeth is absolutely willing to fucking throw down for Lady Macbeth. Has already threatened a wall, a desk, a few students, a textbook that was neither his nor Lady Macbeth’s, and me
Lady Macbeth is enjoying the attention and has begun to use this new connection to his advantage. I’m starting to suspect he’s read ahead in the play.
Macbeth is going to end up living in detention at this rate.
Macbeth has no idea that he is the tragedy of the story. Claims to be the hero of the play, fails to see the irony in this
Macbeth slowly scooted his desk across the classroom to hold hands with Lady Macbeth. He was not subtle.
Macbeth has proposed on several occasions. Lady Macbeth just laughs and says they’re already married.
Macbeth’s girlfriend is in the class with them and is “totally not jealous or anything just thinks this whole fucking play is a waste of time”
Lady Macbeth should probably be a theatre major at some point, he fucking rocked Act V scene I
Other teachers and staff are emailing me about the “lovely lords”. Lady Macbeth now refuses to answer to anything other than Lady Macbeth and is always very upset when people don’t call him by his proper title.
Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
Odysseus: Regret it why?
Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.
Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in.
*A couple of months later*
Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit.
Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure.
I really want Leon to be married to some random civilian if he is married, cause like- that would be so nice for him. Like, someone who's so pure in that they haven't been touched by the horrors hes seen- someone he doesn't need to worry about getting killed or hurt because they're working in similar lines of work as him.
Someone he can come home to and forget what happened, and just feel peace. Or, if he wants to talk about it- someone who's unbiased; they're not an agent or mercenary or anything like that. They're just a normal civilian, and they'll listen.
And he'll happily listen with rapt interest about their normal civilian job, smiling and agreeing when they complain about annoying customers- just these normal, mundane, daily life things. God he loves to listen and hear about it. He's the best person to talk shit to also lol.
Hes not trauma bonded to this person- its someone he met and fell for. Someone who makes him feel normal when they're together. Reminds him how to live outside of being an agent and the shit hes seen, a safe place to land.
I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.
‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.
‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.
‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.
So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT
