guys did we consider… and this might be a crazy thought… that mack maybe just hasn’t liked will’s ig post because he was busy losing bronze at worlds? or that maybe he didn’t even notice will’s post?
oh dawg we better not start treating aplatonicism and afamiliality as a package deal thing where if youre one youre both, we better not fucking let this happen man
Y'all need to understand that the GPDA is a trade union that all of your favorite drivers (and hated ones) are a part of. It's not some random organization or little club. Your favorite drivers voted on having Carlos Sainz as the director. You understand this, right?
Keep your freakish behavior on a03 or just to yourself and most of us are grown so let's get it together?
I don't wanna see no "oh people can do what they want yatata" no it gets to a point and thats the same shit someone will use as a reason/excuse to do exactly this so no its not okay
Its overplayed and needs to just be stopped
Real question is what is there to even ship when it comes to remmick and sammie? Yall weirdos love to fuck up a vibe and its crazy cause this movie explores so many different and beautiful details from back in the day to now and how they represent in both moments of time🤨 sexualizing the same shit yall put us through isn't no joke and there is no excuse like remmick x slave? Tf is yall on
And let me back track cause I guess its not just white people these words are for everyone who entertain the poor behavior
start telling the doctors your size for those straight jackets cause its getting crazy
not to be controversial but i don't think telling trans men they can and WILL gain weight and there's nothing they can do to change that while on T is a good thing to say to a group of people with astronomically high rates of eating disorders.
[Warning: mentions of racism because some people in history and now, are shit]
The room was muted with only artificial white, a simple fluorescent light hummed above, bathing the room with such a brightness that it made the room almost unbearable to be in.
The only thing that stood out in this room was three black chairs, lining up at the wall and an officer door with its window blocked by the blinds. Keeping prying eyes away from whatever was behind it.
In the second chair, the man was lounging about, cap tilted down to shadow his face while a few strands of black hair swept down his face. Tickling his skin ever so much that it was already beginning to make him feel miffed.
In a fit of defence, he blew the strands out of his face, but they were quick to return. His only response being a sharp exhale, trying to simmer the temper that was already itching under his skin.
His dark eyes scanned the page he had been re-reading for the past hour. The small orange book wobbled on his thigh as his index finger split the book open and kept his place on the page.
The inky black characters were a language he used to know from youth, but had been beaten down and repressed so much that their meaning was faded to him.
The section was on greetings, yet with each passing word that slipped through his lips sounded too rough or foreign.
"oh-hah-yoh goh-zye-mass..."
Good morning.
He let out a low whistle, shutting the book and tossing it on the chair on his left. The book let out a flutter before it slipped off the chair, landing on the floor with its papers splayed and the spine arched.
His eyes widened slightly, getting up quickly to retrieve the book and pray it wasn't damaged. As much as this book made his blood boil, he couldn't afford it if it were to be wrecked.
*"Well, hello there!" A voice chirped, causing the man to startle when he was still kneeling to collect the book.
Another man, slightly younger, looked down upon him, hazel eyes bleeding into dark brown.
"Uh....hey," the man answered, not too eagerly meeting the taller man's gaze while clutching the small book.
The other man was dressed in a simple dress shirt, adorned with a loose tie and a white apron hugging his frame. He offered a hand, "Need help?"
The man stood up, narrowing his gaze. "I can manage," he muttered, before slinking back into his seat. He crossed a leg over, shoe tapping as his hand still gripped the book.
His tapping grew quicker when the other man sat next to him, smiling and still looking at him.
"I'm David. David Finch," he offered a hand, still keen on keeping a conversation that was already dead.
The man gruffly took the hand and gave it a rough shake, "I'm Sidney, Sidney...Becker."
David gave him a puzzled look, brows already furrowed. "Your uniform says....Mit-see..wait, no, sorry-"
"Mitsui. Mit-SOO-ee. It's a six letter last name. Get it right."
David let out a flustered chuckle, "Right. Forgive me. You're the first Mitsue-"
"Mitsui."
"-Yes that's what I said, I've met. Anyways, it's unique is what I'm trying to say. I've only been surrounded by European names, mind you. I was born in London," David explained, looking carefree and still having a smile on his lips.
"Nice."
"And you? Where were you born?"
David paused, shoulders stiffening. He was still gripping the book, but now so tightly that his knuckles drained of colour. His dark eyes glanced the other way.
It shouldn't be a big deal.
But that question never seemed simple in childhood.
Because when he answered, it was either met with distrust or confusion.
"Vancouver, Canada," he said in a gravelly tone by accident. Tension already coiling in his chest as his foot now resumed its tapping.
"Oh....really?"
Sidney already heard the surprise in David's voice, already felt his eyes inspecting him. So much that Sidney felt like there was pressure in the air and another question was about to pop up, that he blurted-
"But that's not the answer you wanted, is it?"
David blinked, looking slightly taken back. "Pardon?"
Sidney swung his head over to look at him properly, lifting his chin up. "That answer I just gave. You sounded surprised."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Japanese. But if you ask me to repeat, I'm sticking back to Canadian."
David's face was a pallet mixed with guilt, embarrassment...nothing close to the satisfaction Sidney was used to seeing. The smugness too.
Both were non-existent.
He felt something in his own gut, guilt already lumping in his stomach like a weight he didn't want to acknowledge.
Perhaps he had been too defensive, but he was fed up with...
Well, a lot of things.
"Japanese Canadian then? Meaning...your parents were born in Japan, yes?" David asked gently, but looked nervous. Like poking a stick in an active hive of wasps.
Sidney's instinct was about to flare up and come up with something witty or rough to say, but something made him pause on David's words.
He hadn't denied that Sidney was Canadian. He just simply wanted to know how it worked.
Japanese Canadian was a blended term that only Sidney and his friends back home used and insisted on. But hearing it from a stranger felt solid.
Felt nice.
Instead of the usual bullshit at home he heard.
Some slurs. Doubts. Hate. Left over distrust from the war.
David's polite cough made Sidney return to reality.
"Er-yeah...well, sort of. My mother was born in Hiroshima, but came to Canada when she was little. My father was born in Winnipeg," Sidney answered, a trace of hesitance in his tone.
David nodded, simply tilting his head to look at him, before glancing at the book. "And the book? If I can ask," he motioned with his hand.
Sidney's cheeks blossomed red at the mention, his eyes following the sway of David's hand to the book that now rested on his lap. "Just a book..English to Japanese dictionary. Was practising earlier."
"Oh! Wonderful! Do you speak Japanese a lot or...?"
"No. I cut that language out a while ago. But, well, now I'm here and people usually leave me be, so I figured I'd relearn," Sidney muttered, a smile tugging faintly at his lips when his thumb brushed the cover gently.
David blinked, before looking uncertain. "Should I go?-I mean, I came here in the waiting room because I wanted to go over this new procedure idea I had.."
He was beginning to get up, apron fluttering slightly at the ends while he shrivelled his gaze away.
In a flurry of movement, Sidney grabbed David's wrist with something closer to something desperate. David's eyes were as wide as spoons while Sidney's looked tight and edged with something like loneliness.
Both equally looked startled.
"No...no, uh....tell me about the procedure. Please," Sidney spoke, cheeks reddening. His fingers slipped away from David's wrist, but the action still echoed between them.
David's expression thawed into something like surprised warmth, before slowly positioning himself more comfortably on the hard chair.
"It's nothing that would interest many and I'd hate to go on blabbing like a starling. But I'll just mention that it's got to do with silicone and allograft. I've been thinking about how to make or obtain more skin for some of these patients that won't scar properly or can't. And how to shape it into something...well, natural," David trailed off, hands awkwardly gripping his knees. "Just wanting to bring it up with the doctor. I'm sure they already have something or don't need my input. Or idea...."
Sidney listened carefully, only ever moving when he needed to adjust his hat or brush a strand of hair out of his face. "You're part of the medical team?"
"As a plastic surgeon, yes."
Sidney nodded, letting another wave of silence wash over them.
But then-
"I just want to be part of the team. Important. Like the rest of them," David muttered, head dipped down as he stared into his lap. "I know I can be pushy or annoying...dramatic, even. But I still want friends at the end of the day. Still want to be seen with or without success. Just acknowledgement for my efforts would be nice."
Sidney glimpsed at David, seeing the other man's shoulders sag. He looked weary, smile faded out and swapped with tight lips.
Sidney leaned back into the chair, the thing letting out a creak, before his hand reached for David's back. He didn't grab like he was trying to impose or intimidate. Just resting his hand there.
"I think you're important and the fact that you try to get along with people is..admirable. Especially to sour folks like me," he cracked a faint smile, before it sobered into a more thoughtful look.
"Acknowledgement can go a long way, but having a supportive team that's always recognising your efforts...that would feel amazing, wouldn't it?"
David numbly nodded, closing his eyes. "Yes," he whispered, ending in a soft sigh.
Sidney rubbed his back, offering a small act of comfort. "Well...I'm happy to hang around if you ever need...company. I can't say I'm great company, but I'll listen," he muttered, gruff, but sincerity stuck out like a sour thumb.
"Why me?"
Sidney's other hand rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, fingers gripping it as if bracing himself. "I don't know," he confessed, wincing a little as the words left his lips. "But you seem kind and I was told that kind people like you should be remembered and acknowledged."
"Who told you that?" David asked, scoffing lightly as he seemed bashful at Sidney's words.
Sidney smiled, retreating his hand. "I'll tell you next time, Finch," his lips turn into a mischievous grin.
"It's David, but fine. One condition though," David returned the playful smile with a teasing poke at Sidney's arm.
"Yeah?"
"Teach me Japanese and the culture you grew up with," David said with absolute certainty in his voice, eyes bright and imploring.
"Wha-why?" Sidney gawked at him. "It won't be much worth to you."
"It's worth plenty if it's important to you."
"That....c'mon, David. That's...there's got to be another reason," Sidney stammered, suspicion creeping in already.
David's hand rested on top of Sidney's book, fingers close to his.
"Because you seem interesting and I like interesting."
