sunday texting

[khaleesock]

TEXTING MEME
You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.)

instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[adrenalines]

[ all things considered, those are two things she can absolutely bet on him for. but he also knows that he doesn’t have to be an asshole all of the time. ]

Professional football player.

[ the response is fairly immediate - john remembers those dreams well. remembers how a lot of his life he had thought that would be enough. ]

Then it was a marine.
I’m pretty sure the first time I watched Top Gun I wanted to be a fighter pilot for a little bit.
But didn’t last very long.
Why?

[garrote]

Are you serious?

[ She kind of wants to crow at him. It is such a Walker-ish answer. Ava would totally love it, a little blonde boy who dreamed of having, like, ten thousand concussions by the time he was 25. It is so stupid. It is so stupid and a great answer. ]

Well obviously I had a totally normal childhood so I am asking so we can bond over that, Walker.

You are basically the only one, you know.
With like, normal dreams.

Bob told me he wanted to be a mouse, did you know that? I thought that didn't sound so weird but when I was young I wanted to be that girl on the cartoon with a big crown and a big sword and that big hair.

[ She is totally talking about She-Ra. ]

[adrenalines]

Why would I lie about that?

[ not just because she had specifically asked him not to make fun of her, but like... what would be the point? he hadn't told them about olivia because it didn't matter, his life spinning out of his own control because he wasn't good at keeping it together wasn't important for everyone to know, especially when they weren't even a team yet.

but now they are - and now yelena had asked him a serious question. so.

the barb about her childhood has him tensing, but it doesn't really matter. she can't see it. you are basically the only one. he knows. ]

I thought we were talking about actual dreams.
Not like- make believe we'd play when we were too young to know different.
Bob wanting to be a mouse sounds right, though.

Also I'm not sure how you're not the girl with a big sword and a big crown.
Except your hair's not that big?

[garrote]

[ Fleetingly, she wants to say that she was. Talking about dreams, that is, like when Yelena was younger and a Thunderbolt and she was so, so jealous of her older sister's blue hair, crying big fat tears over it, soothed only by the promise of a trip to the Grand Canyon. Part of her had wanted to be a park ranger. That sounded pretty cool. They even had those uniforms.

She skips over all that. It is the past, and most of it is gone. But she is pretty pleased that he hasn't made fun of her. He is as bad as they say he is, sometimes, but that's okay. They still make room for each other. ]

But everyone plays make believe, right?

And wow.
You just said something totally nice about me.
Like, you are probably making that face you make sometimes like it physically pains you not to be a giant turd, but you think I'm really like that?

[adrenalines]

[ maybe that's what's so difficult for john - to think of a time when his imagination had been so abstract. for as long as he can remember his dreams, his future plans, had been of the concrete sort. things he could see, things he could do. he was raised in a down to earth kind of household, where they watched the news or movies or read books that were grounded in reality, in tangible possibilities and things to do. it's not so much he wasn't allowed to dream like that - he just never saw a reason.

the big three didn't come into play until he was already an adult, and by that point it's hard to correct. now? well. even now his immediate peers are trained, are scientifically enhanced. they're not magic. so. ]

I mean, yeah, but different ways.
I was playing cowboys and soldiers with my friends.
Cops and Robbers- that kind of thing.

And I can nice.
I'm nice all the time.

And yeah? I mean.
You're kind of next level lethal with knives, and swords are just...a lot bigger knives. Right?
They're kind of inefficient for close combat, though, so you'd have to shift your strategy.
And if you really wanted to wear a crown, no one would tell you no.

[garrote]

Ha!
You are not doing nice all the time, shut up.

You were never, what, a knight or a champion or something?
When you were small and dreaming of getting so many head injuries, you never even thought, like, maybe there is a career for me in saving damsels from the dragons or whatever?

[ He is so practical. And indulging her, really, about the sword stuff. Natasha was probably better at this, having real conversations, making them be easy without the pauses, but Natasha will never show her how to do that so all Yelena can do is glance at her screen. Pausing for a little bit, thinking about the shape of Walker's childhood. ]

No one?
You sound pretty sure about that.
I think now I would be pretty happy with a massage and a new knife for my boot, you know, I was just a kid with all that stuff.

[adrenalines]

I am too nice.
To people who deserve it.

I mean I guess?
Every kid wants to be a knight or princess or something.
It just didn't stick.
I didn't see any reason to save damsels from make believe monsters when there were actually people who needed saving from real threats.

[ is that a completely different issue? yes. should he, or any little kids, really, been playing war with some 80s or 90s stereotype of evil men that all the action heroes needed to fight against? no. the glorification of war had always been a part of the walker boys life, so. yeah. ]

Who is going to tell you no? That you'd actually listen to?
I'm just saying- you don't have to give that up if you don't want to.
You did the work, and adding a crown to your outfit doesn't really change that or hurt anyone.

[garrote]

But you had a horse, right?
When you were being a knight and you had a horse, obviously, because knights have horses.
Do you remember the name of the horse?

[ Which kind of sounds like she's angling for the answers to security questions for identity theft. Mother's maiden name, childhood street, name of imaginary horse. But she isn't. It is kind of sad in a weird, neutral way that isn't truly sad, just sort of abnormal, the kind that characterizes literally everyone she shares living space with now, that he was so serious and thought about danger so much with his underdeveloped childhood brain or whatever. Jingoism is so American. Maybe his dreams were not all that normal, as it turns out. ]

Wow. Okay.
I think that is almost another compliment.
I would jump without a parachute before I would really wear a crown, but you are so right, who is going to tell me no?

Hey, are you being supportive right now?
I mean, this is real?

[adrenalines]

[ how is this somehow the most embarrassing thing she could ever get him to admit to? part of him knows it's all about being a team, about bonding and getting closer, about knowing these parts of each other, about not closing back up. do you remember the name of the horse?

she'll use it to make fun of him, probably. but in the end, does it matter? maybe this is just that leap of faith, that trying, knowing that they're going to be teammates for the foreseeable future.

he sighs. ]

Ace.

[ who may or may not have also been the make believe horse that carried into his cowboys games, too. same auburn american paint he saw in some old western he watched when he was younger.

also- he's not so easily figured out. his passwords have nothing to do with his personal details. but that's a process he decided way too long ago- so she'll need to dig a little deeper for that one. ]

I thought you wanted to wear a crown?
Why do you want to jump without a parachute?

Yes? Kind of? I guess?
Why are you being weird about it?