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Meg Myers
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megmyers replied to your post “People are so adamant about liking zari 1.0 over 2.0 and saying 2.0 is...”
ok but real talk zari 2.0 hate is just internalized misogyny
why would you say something so true yet so brave
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14 eliot/hardison/parker
(also requested by an anon!)
Parker slid into the chair at the high table and Hardison followed suit.
“Do you see him?” Parker asked.
Hardison craned his head around. “No–yes.” He lifted his arm just in case Eliot missed them.
Among the shinning, polished wood rafters, thick hunk of a bar set up and the soft and subtle indie country music playing from hidden speakers, Eliot fit right in. He walked over to them, plates balanced on his arms.
“Hey!” Parker said, smiling and eyeing the plates.
Eliot returned her greeting and slid the three plates onto the table.
“Man, you know we live above a restaurant,” Hardison mentioned, though he was mildly intrigued by the food on the plate. It didn’t have Eliot’s signature presentation but it looked good.
“And a bar,” Parker peeped.
“Yeah, yeah, and Chef needed a night off,” Eliot said, mild amusement and ease making a home on his face, loosening up his shoulders and shaking off his usual stiff and composed stature.
Parker and Hardison shared a glance.
“What?” Eliot pointed between the two of them. “That look, what was that?”
“It was nothing!” Parker squeaked, noisily shaking her silverware out of her cloth napkin.
“That was a distinct look.”
Hardison broke first, chuckling a little bit. “We’re keeping a tally of how often you talk about yourself in the third person.”
Eliot scowled. “I do not.”
“You just did, man! Look, it’s not like you do it a lot. It just happens. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Eliot scoffed and pointed at them again, this time a jab in the air. “Stay here. I’m gettin’ drinks.”
Hardison and Parker chuckled together at the table and poked and exclaimed about their meal. When not on a case, Eliot pretty much fed them every night, so they were used to it. He rarely paid for someone else’s food for them though. It was a surprise.
The restaurant was trying so hard to be like some hip pub, but this was Oregan, so it was constantly trying to outdo itself with new trends. It also meant that the crowd was an odd mix of transplanted residents from all over the country, mostly all around the trio’s age.
Which included some assholes.
One of which came around from the bar and sidled up to Parker, clearly drunk but coherent enough to speak–for the most part.
“Hey there,” he said, leaning close.
“How about no there,” Parker retorted, her hand itching for her knife. Or fork. She had gotten ahold of her stabbing habit by now but old habits died hard.
“Oh, come on,” the drunk said.
“Excuse me,” Hardison said, eyes hardened toward the man. “You should mind your own damn business, man.”
The drunk blinked. “Oh shit.” He didn’t look apologetic, cartoonishly lifting his hand to his mouth. “Didn’t realize you were here with…with…”
Eliot cleared his throat behind the guy. Even with three glasses cradled in his hands, he looked menacing. It was all in the eyes. “Read the room, pal.”
The guy drained the rest of the dark liquid in the bottom of his glass to give himself time to think of a reply. “C’mon. I’m just trying here. Give me a break.”
“Don’t think so.”
“You…you should get it. She’s hot!”
Eliot’s upper lip twitched nearly into a snarl. Hardison and Parker sat back in their chairs, anticipating.
“She–you!” The drunken swung around and touched Parker’s shoulder. “You deserve a night with me. Not this dude.” He squinted his eyes at the logo embossed on Hardison’s t-shirt. “What is that?” he muttered.
Eliot slowly placed the three drinks onto the tabletop. His voice was even and careful as he spoke. “You better watch how you talk to them in front of me,” he said, offering a warning.
Parker bit her bottom lip and Hardison rested his chin in his hand, waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them with a mixture of intrigue and expectation.
The drunk frowned and turned, squinting at Eliot. “What? This ain’t about you man.” He went to push Eliot’s shoulder like a goddamn idiot and found himself with a twisted shoulder and his face in the bar within seconds.
He started actually weeping and Eliot took his hands off of him with a grimace, wiping his hands on his shirt. “Just…get outta here, man. Not even worth it,” he muttered, shaking his head. The drunk took his advice and stumbled out of the place, holding his shoulder and sniffling.
The pub quickly resumed it’s chatter like nothing happened.
Parker had a massive grin on her face when he joined them at the table.
His face flushed a little as he reached for his drink. “What?” he mumbled into the glass.
“Aw, Eliot,” she said, clapping a little and grabbing her own drink, though she just swirled it around but didn’t drink from it. “Dinner and a show.”
“Please,” Eliot scoffed, though they could tell he was pleased with himself.
“It was cool,” Hardison joined in. “I mean, I was about to pop the guy but then you were there so y’know I just…sat and let you do your thing, man.”
Eliot chuckled and patted one of Hardison’s arms that had fallen against the table. “Yeah, sure.”
Parker smiled and took a sip of the white wine he’d brought and then gently kicked his leg under the table.
“Okay, both of you stop,” Eliot said finally, tapping the table on either side of his plate with his fingertips. “Stop lookin’ at me like that and just eat your damned food.”
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i literally spent the past like 3(?) years seeing odaat on my dash and saying "are they not married" every time i saw penelope and schneider in a gifset. i cannot fathom how they werent intended to be like this when i wasnt watching the show and saw it loud and clear.
My theory is that either Alvareider will be endgame, despite showrunner comments, or they will spend their lives together as platonic besties who have such a close, connected relationship that they can never sustain romances with other people.
Like how Will & Grace kept trying to give Will and Grace significant others but always had to break them up, because the point of the show is these two people who are forever together even though they’re not together.
I would support that, if they kept things that way, because I love them in every incarnation. But the issue that will only get more obvious the longer the show runs (and I so hope it gets picked up by a broadcast network and runs for many more years) is that if they’re going to portray Penelope and Schneider that way, then they need to make it excessively clear WHY they are platonic life partners.
With Will & Grace, we know exactly why they’re romantically incompatible. And other shows that feature same-sex BFFs either lean into the subtext like Grace & Frankie or make how straight the characters are and therefore not-a-romantic-possibility consistently visible.
But on ODAAT, we know Schneider is attracted to women generally and Penelope specifically, at least enough to offer to have sex with her. And we know Penelope is attracted to men in general and Schneider specifically, at least when he’s wearing his formal best. The show has not outright stated why they would never go there, leaving me to assume that the reason is…’because they don’t want to.’
And the thing is, that’s a factor that could CHANGE and so we’re still waiting for an explanation of what the insurmountable barrier is that keeps them friends-only for life. If we were all expected to know and believe that is the only option for them, the show shouldn’t have sent so many mixed signals that told us they could be interested under different conditions.
So, yeah. Friends who watch the show for the first time see the possibilities right away. My spouse, who doesn’t even ship it, spent our viewings of S2 and S3 together arguing that they belong together whenever other love interests or sudden sibling comments popped up. IT’S RIGHT THERE. I definitely think that there’s still a possibility that it’ll turn out to be endgame, because whether it was meant to be or not, the potential is built in.
every single liar was wlw we travel in packs
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do u know anywhere to stream the latest ep? the only ones i know are in like spanish
I don’t know anything about a stream besides on the SyFy website. If annyone else does, please respond to this!