#beta couple

[bluebird167]

If Young Cartoon Network Couples were Anime Beta Couples

Finn and Huntress Wizard - Roy and Riza

Steven and Connie - Miroku and Sango

Corey and Laney - Sasuke and Sakura

Noah and Betty - Chad and Sailor Mars

[olivertryst]

Is James the "beta hero?"

You know how sometimes a show will have the "beta couple" who is happy and functional and seems to get there quickly without too much effort? Like Lyla and Dig on Arrow, or maybe it is Maggie and Alex on Supergirl? And it kind of paves the way, or holds up a destination sign, and serves as a positive example for the main character's relationship which inevitably goes through much more conflict, drama, and angst before figuring it out because that's TV. I was thinking today about how quickly James became a fully-realized superhero. His superhero arc was incredibly quick and only had minor obstacles and now he IS Guardian. Meanwhile Mon-El's superhero development is crawling along.... granted he started in a much different place, but it's taken him all season to make some minor character shifts and his motivation for being a hero is still mostly Kara, not saving the world. He still has a ways to go before he's worthy of the suit - which is think he'll earn by the end of the season- and then I think we will continue to see him learn and grow throughout next season and beyond as he fights crime with Kara. I think the creators are very invested in his journey and slowburning it as much as possible for maximum effect. Kara is already mostly there- she has a few minor character flaws to work on but she was basically a superhero as soon as she put on the suit. James shows the heart and motivation and grit of a true hero and I think that's partially for us as an audience to use as an example for Mon-El who will be following that path throughout the season and into next. Thoughts?

[horea-pack]

Couple d'Alpha & couple de Beta (wolfpack) La meute du phénix : Tome 1: Trey Coleman (Henry Cavill) Tome 2: Dante Garcea (Chris Pratt)

[wecthil]

So apparently, yes, you can free the woman in the overwatch cell. You just click on the monitor in the room before, shatter the galls of the questioning room, and her brother or husband(I don’t know, same surname) dashes out and frees her.

And I like the surname-pun. They are in a bonus-mission and are named Beta. A beta couple. ^^

[shada-has-little-talent]

I don't know

Beta Couple

[adialsaid]

Reader prompt: Un-returned Movie Rentals

Nearly every inch of the car was packed. Two lives' worth of belongings. Or, if you believed that the combination of him and her added up to a whole new life, then three.

"Arizona does not look like I expected," she said, driving. "New Mexico looked like what I wanted Arizona to look like."

"I know what you mean," he said, eyes momentarily out the window. He'd been fiddling with another friendship bracelet. They'd been braiding them to pass the time, to fill the hours of the eastern seaboard, the West Texas highway, disappointing Arizona. He slipped the yellow string above the royal blue and beneath the baby blue. A song came on that he knew she hated and he switched it, even though the reason she hated it was buried in the past, before him. 

He looked up and saw a tire scrap in the middle of the road. It was large, probably from an eighteen-wheeler. It was standing up on its edge, like a wall between lanes. He called her name and she looked over at him instead of at the road. Maybe it would have done nothing to the car, just crumpled beneath the weight of steel and flesh and two lives packed away. Maybe it would have let them through gladly. But instinct told them to avoid it, and so he pointed it out and she said, "Shit," and jerked the wheel. The car careened to the left, near the shoulder, and out of instinct he put a hand on the wheel and helped her correct to the right. Strange how through the steering wheel they could feel the tires lose their grip on the road. 

He thought of the back of the car and what it held. Clothes, a comforter (they'd thrown out the bed sheets), a floor lamp. A shoe rack she'd bought at a garage sale. His CD's, pulled from their cases and sitting in the sleeves of a carrier case. Her jewelry box with the necklace he'd bought her after a fight. His old phone, which he'd kept because both of them were spillers. Later, she would forget her phone in a pair of jeans and put it through the wash and delete a string of messages from his old phone that would cause her to have horrible dreams for weeks. Nestled somewhere in between all of that were three DVDs, un-returned movie rentals that had stayed on the coffee table for a whole weekend. They'd spent the weekend in bed, ordering in food, opening bottles of wine, ignoring as much of the outside world as they could. By the time they remembered the DVDs, the rental place had charged his account with the price to buy the movies.

The tires screeched, left then right then left again. They avoided the tire scrap, avoided the block of cement on the left shoulder, avoided the light posts on the right. The car came to a stop against something they couldn't see, the back right tire making a thud that they were certain had been a pop. 

They escaped without a scratch, though during their hug in the middle of the road, they wondered about omens, and signs, and their two or three lives packed away in the car. 

"Fuck Arizona," she said. 

[adialsaid]

Reader prompt: Paraphrase

On certain nights, when the universe seemed deserving of such things, they talked about what they hated. 

"Anise," he said, running a hand through her hair. These conversations always took place in bed, with the streetlights trying to find a way into the room through the blinds. It felt as intimate as exchanging secrets, or confessions. They were both ideologically against negativity, but it was such a relief to be allowed to hate every now and then and still keep someone in your arms.

"Obituaries," she said, her cheek pressed against his chest. "I hate the thought of having your life so briefly paraphrased. Three lines is all most people get. Such and such died from a heart attack at the age of 53. He was a plumber. He had a wife and kids." She uses her fingers to hop from one of his ribs to another, like they were running away. "How is that a life? That's like turning in a book report and only giving the name of the author and the number of pages."

They settled deeper into each other to keep themselves safe from all these things the world was getting wrong.

[adialsaid]

Reader Prompt: Zugzwang

She had been naked when they went to sleep, but fully clothed when she woke him up. He didn’t notice this right away, but he would insert it into the memory years later.

The first thing he said when she told him about the email she inadvertently read was, “Zugzwang.” She just looked off into some darkened corner of the room, shaking her head, unbelieving that he wasn’t responding intelligibly.

“Zugzwang,” he said again, “story of my life. It’s usually only used to describe situations in chess, but chess being one of those games that was seemingly invented only for its value as a metaphor to life itself, the term can be quite fitting to other situations. It’s when a player would be better off if it wasn’t his turn. Making a move is counterproductive, but it’s his move and he has to go, even knowing that he’ll be worse off for it. That’s this.” He sat up against the wall, the window blinds shaking at the movement. He noticed, not without a sense of humor, that he was still completely naked. Serious conversations always went better in the nude, he had learned. But both parties had to be nude.

She turned back to him. When had she grabbed her purse, put on her shoes? She wasn’t going to say anything.