Bromance.

[semimeme]

THE RAD BROMANCE* MEME!

*girls, and all beings of other genders, most definitely count as bros too



A meme for fun people who just want to chill out and embark upon kickass friendship shenanigans.
Leave a comment with character name and canon in the subject, and others will pick a scenario and tag you.
Fun times to be had for all!

1. CHOW TIME:
Food! Everybody loves food. It is the best social lubricant. Cooking it. Burning it. Eating it. Throwing it around! All kinds of food! A picnic, or a diner, or a barbecue, or a swanky restaurant which is going to regret letting you in very soon. The possibilities are endless.

2. SLAM DUNK:
Fuck yeah, sports. Who doesn't love getting all hot and sweaty in the sun? Balls, frisbees, cricket bats! Or, if you'd prefer not to torture yourself with physical exertion, maybe a game of pool is more your style.

3. ROCK N' ROLL:
It's always been your dream to play in a band together! Finally, you are making it happen. You are the most awesome bandmates and you make the best music. You are going to be stars!
(Or not?)

4. GAME NIGHT:
Pawn to d4. Get out of jail free. Colonel Mustard did it in the conservatory with the revolver. Nooo, I told you not to pull that Zenga block out! I warned you, bro.

5. DARES & PRANKS:
Truth…or dare! Or maybe just the lot of you wrecking everybody else's shit. What a bunch of clowns. But face it! It was hilarious. Just maybe not for, uh, that particular guy, who is coming over here, right now, with that look on his face…

6. INTO THE WILD:
For some bizarre reason, you decided to leave your nice, comfy beds behind and camp outside. In the dark. In a tent! Or even just a sleeping bag, under the staaaaars. Don't burn the marshmallows! What was that noise?

7. REV THE ENGINES:
Look at this awesome ride. You'd be happy to take your friends for a spin, of course! Wind in your hair, radio blasting music, the works. Although you would never let them touch the wheel. Nope. This car is your baby (or your parents') and that would be an extremely dumb thing to do!

8. MAKE A SPLASH:
Whether it's an ocean or your backyard or a jungle pool, there's nothing like a good dunk in the water to cool you off! I hope you can swim, because you are going in. Right now!

9. DISNEYLAND!
The smell of cotton candy, the tinny music, the cooling puddle of vomit near the exit to the rollercoaster. It brings you back to when you were ten years old and you thought this was amazing! Or maybe you still do. Who knows. Either way, there are plenty of things to keep a friend or two occupied for a day.

10. SOMETHING ELSE
What? These traditional, sacred bonding activities are dull and cliched? Your friendship is special and you need to do something a little more special? Jeez, what a wet blanket. Kidding! In that case, you are limited only by your own imagination.

Have a rad bromance! :B
*STOLEN FROM HERE

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[quiestsimiadei]

[With that last part shared, Matt drops the topic of Karen. This topic commanded far more attention than the soap opera of Matt Murdock's day-life. While some would react in immediate disgust at the thought of a person going to an organization with malicious purposes, a pity welled in Matt. Sympathy from the Devil. What would drive a person to do that? To go to a criminal organization and let them change who you were?

For the briefest moment, there's old Stick again, in Matt's head. Stick'd found Matt after he was raw from his father's death, when he was craving for some paternal figure. When he was most open to being changed.

He had a guess, but he wouldn't venture in and ask what drove this young woman to that. Let her keep that secret, if she wishes.

At least, Wanda seemed pleased with the results and was putting them to good use. The smirk lost some of its potency but, out of respect, the lawyer kept some semblance of it on his face.] I suppose it makes for some neat party tricks. [And, it hits him in that moment to ask:] What does the world look like to you? Hearing other people's thoughts, seeing into their heads while looking them in the face...is it like...do they change color based on how they feel? Or...is it like you see their thoughts as scrolling text while they say something else?

[jeze]

[Her head tilts to the side, and she closes her eyes as Matt's questions her reasoning for what she's done in his own mind. It has her lips set in a thin line. Something about it made her want to confront the thought, wanted to point out that she didn't do it all willy nilly, there was a very important reasoning for what she and Pietro have gone through.] It was done out of necessity, not to make any party tricks. [She said a bit coolly, not trying to push him away, but just wanting to make a point about his comment, and thoughts.] It was done because our world was torn in two, and we wanted to make a difference.

What does it look like? Well, there are colors, I can sense each thought as it comes into the persons head. A colorscape of changing information. It is not something I can turn off; it's an ever revolving door of pictures, and words. And my world revolves around changing molecules, where for someone like you it might be more solid, more tangible...for me, it is ever changing.

[quiestsimiadei]

[Point received. He'd overstepped, made an assumption where he shouldn't have in a rather sensitive place.

How...odd it felt, to have to parse through thoughts, think more of the assumptions that pop out and how that could inadvertently offend a telepath. Was it possible to ever completely wipe away all of those hurtful assumptions? A task like that required a lot of time, a lot more awareness of what assumptions existed and were harmful.] My apologies. [Simple. No excuses made.]

[The lawyer heard a glass placed in front of him and the bar-tender giving a 'hey' in his direction. His gin and tonic. The Devil took refuge in his liquor, as he listened to Wanda answer his question. To see a world like that--the world on fire that Matt saw everyday was enough, but to have to parse through all of that stimuli, to see so much...but he still felt himself blurt out a correction.] I'm not so sure if the world I see is so tangible. [Another sip. Or perhaps Wanda knew what the world he saw looked like, and she was right. Mentally, the lawyer prepared to be corrected, if it was needed. In order for this partnership to work, all of the little assumptions that he held had to be confronted, to be extinguished. And he was prepared for that.] I haven't seen colors in years. All I can do is piece together information about the people I encounter from sounds, smells--using the senses I still have. [A small chuckle. Where it came from--nervousness, a desire not to overstep boundaries, or something else--he didn't have a single clue.] A bit of the opposite of how you see things.

[jeze]

[She really wasn't all that bothered, but the thought did leave her with mixed feelings. Knowing that he didn't mean any harm by it, it made her relax a bit.] Accepted, but I understand what you were thinking. The why's as to doing what we did, there is a lot to come to grips with. What we did was questionable, but Pietro and I had little choice in the matter.

[Wanda takes a drink from her margarita, clearing her throat. His comment about not having such a tangible world, it made her thoughtful, and apologetic. ]

Yes, I see. My own apologies. I guess we are both in the same boat, correct?[She leaned forward to look at him more intently.]

We are two people that live on the opposite sides of the same coin. I see too much, and you cannot see. We both see our world in a different way then the people around us.

[He chuckles, and that makes her smile. He had a nice laugh.] I could not agree more. So, tell me how you came to be like this?

[quiestsimiadei]

[Yes. Perhaps...it was the universe's way of balancing itself out, by having these opposites finally meet.

Matt realized he could just think it and Wanda would have access to it. In fact, anything in his head could be fair game.

But it probably meant more to hear it from the person, instead of having to dig it out of their head. Right? The difference between a gift and theft. A nice thing given willingly, versus just taking it because they had the means to and they wanted it. And it showed that he was willing to trust her.] It--it sounds like a terrible soap opera twist. [Down went more of the gin and tonic.] An old man was crossing the street, not knowing that he was about to be hit by a truck. I was very young, but I couldn't allow it to happen. So, I tried to stop it and...[Even he had a hard time time coming to grips with this exactly. Not because it was particularly traumatic. But because how odd it sounded.] Some of the chemicals from the truck spilled out and landed in my eyes. I was blind, but my father helped me deal with it. [Stick--Stick didn't deserve to be mentioned. Even if he helped Matt use his senses more efficiently, his abandonment still stung.] I'm honestly surprised that the chemicals never gave me cancer, but it just made me blind. Maybe they're partially responsible for the extrasensory perception, maybe not. How would you test a thing like that?

[jeze]

[She listened intently to his tale, watching him as she took another sip from her own drink. Once he was done, she cleared her throat, and shook her head a little before she answered.]

That is some tale, to be sure. [She said gently.] It sounds like it was horrible, and painful, but family is always a good thing to have at your back. I understand how a family member could ease what has been done. [She sounded sad, but tried to shake it off.]

[She took another sip of her own drink, mulling it over for a moment. He shared, so she would as well.]

My parents were killed one night while we ate dinner, me, and Pietro were only 10. We got stuck there, while another bomb with the name Stark on it, it laid there for 2 days, like we did, waiting for it to explode. [She looked down, letting out a pained, and shaky sigh before she went to continue.] That is when we started to join anti-Avengers rallies. We wanted a way to save our people, to stop the war in our country. HYDRA provided that way by using Loki's scepter, which really held a gem made out of pure cosmos, it was used on us as an experiment. It gave us our powers.

[quiestsimiadei]

[Eyebrows furrowed at that tale. When Matt heard the footsteps of the barkeeper approach, he gestured at his glass and politely asked,] Another. [This was a young woman who had survived a war-zone. No need to ask what happened to the parents--this seemed self-explanatory. How many times had he talked about his Dad with others, and gotten to that odd point where they asked where he was, how he was?

In the ground. He's been doing alright. It was always a deadpan answer. It had been years, so it wasn't raw as it had been way back when.

But hearing this from Wanda gave him a pang of guilt, one that he realized others must have felt when they crossed the Dad line. But, the difference was, they were survivors of horrid experiences. They needed to share their experiences with others. They needed to. To make the experience real, exist beyond their head.] I'm terribly sorry that that happened. [What else can you say?] You and your brother--a lot of guts between you both, and I respect that. [With a small clink, Matt knew that the new gin and tonic had been deposited. A sip of liquid courage for the Man without Fear, and then...] I lost my Dad when I was nine, kind of the same ballpark as you and your brother. It was just months after I became blind. He refused to throw a fight, so the mob no longer saw any use in him. [More of the g & t got tossed down his throat.] I was nine and, but I wanted the whole mob to fry. [This wasn't intended to one-up her history. No. Just wordlessly tell her, you are not alone in your experiences and your feelings after are completely valid.]

[jeze]

[She listened intently to his tale, it deserved the same credence that her own tale needed. Finishing her drink, she put the glass down and indicated that she needed another one. Wanda was quiet as she sat there, the only thing she did do was sigh a little forlornly. Lifting her eyes back to Matt, she leaned in close as if to seem as if she only wanted him to hear her; not that there was anyone else nearby, but for the bartender who was busy doing stuff.]

I see that we have a lot more in common than I should have realized. You honor your father's memory with the work you do. It is quite important, especially for all the people you help with what you do. [Fiddling with her glass, she sighed again, but spoke almost conspiratorially.] Do you ever think about what your parents would think of you now? Like, for better, and for worse? I always think that they would be proud for us going out to help people. Yet, they would be angry at the avenue's we took to get there. When I think of them, I never know whether to feel ashamed, or proud. [Clearing her throat, she sat back when the bartender brought her fresh drink over. Lifting it, she downed a good portion of it before setting it back down on the table top.]

I am all that there is left. My entire family has been done in by war in one form or another. I think that myself, and Pietro were also killed that day the bomb fell. We just didn't know it yet.

[quiestsimiadei]

I'm sorry to hear about that.[A small, sympathetic smile and, quickly, the rest of the drink went down.

Damn. Did he just say and, but? It had been a very long time since Matt had lost Battlin' Jack, and he'd thought himself long over it. Perhaps talking about it like this, not as a tasteless joke or a brief acknowledgement of the fact, brought something else out in him. (Or maybe it was the drink?)

So. This had to be why marvels like Iron Man, Captain America, and the rest met. How many lives were touched by tragedy? How many lives, instead of crumbling inwards, devoted themselves wholly to serving others and preserving the innocent from suffering what ills they had endured? A fairly small club, formed less out of arrogance and perhaps more from a very human need. A need to commiserate over the problems very few shared.

Matt leans in too; with a small smirk, he shared what he thought of often but rarely told anyone.] I'd like to think my Dad would have asked for a play-by-play every morning. Like any parents, after the initial shock, he'd be too proud. Like I'd imagine yours would have too. [It felt corny saying that, but, well, young woman feeling guilty gets some empathy from the Devil.] Regardless of the path they took, their kid straightened up and made sacrifices for the good of their community. What more could a parent want?

[jeze]

Thank you. [She said absently, and then she moved to take another large drink from her glass. Taking the glass, she looked into it, and got lost in the dregs of it.

And Wanda felt like she would never get over Pietro's death, it felt as raw as it had the day she lost him, as it felt speaking about it right now. It was an intense feeling, one that she reconciled she would never be over. As far as the other Avengers went, she really didn't know their true stories. Maybe the Captain's, but who didn't know his story. The other was a bit of Natasha's, but other than that, she didn't know that much. She really didn't even know that much about S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, all she knew was that Sokovia was in trouble, and she switched sides to help the Avengers. There was a lot to get to know, and she never knew if she would ever get to know that far?]

You think? [Her voice was slightly broken, but uplifted by the idea.] You father sounds like a good, strong man. [She said warmly.]

For us to have stayed out of trouble, that way Pietro would still be alive. That is what I think that they would have wanted, not some life where we keep putting ourselves in harms way.

[quiestsimiadei]

[Admittedly, these Avengers guys were still names listed in the morning news, to Matt. What he knew of their lives was what he'd only heard. Stark had lost his father in an auto accident. Cap was the man out of time. Etc. Being among these headliners remained a novel experience, one Matt had yet to feel fully worthy of. The Kitchen, however, didn't need a defender who couldn't overcome his own, small insecurity. Heroes had to be bold. Had to be strong, had to be fast, had to be fresh from a...damn, sorry Wanda. Matt has that Bonnie Tyler song stuck in his head now; he wondered if this happened often to Wanda...but she had to be able to tune it out.

Right?

There's that smile again.] Perhaps. But your brother lived his life well, doing all he could to save lives to the fullest of his capabilities. [In that moment the smile disappeared, and was replaced with a stern expression. Knowing that his Dad died not throwing a fight, sticking to his principles, didn't entirely ease the loss. Perhaps it would be the same for her.] It may be a small consolation, and it may not fill up the space that his existence held in your life. But...[After a considerable pause, Matt asks,] If you weren't doing what we're doing now, where would you see yourself?

[jeze]

[Her head tilted to the side as the song started to play through his head, she wasn't sure what to make out of it, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to try.]

Is that a song? It is not something I have ever heard before, is it a poem? [She leaned forward as if she could hear the music playing inside of his brain by tuning in with her ears alone. Like he was a conch shell that she could pick up, and listen to the ocean through.]

[Matt's talk about her brother sobers her up, it makes her sit back, and look everywhere, but at him.] Yes, I guess you can say that about him. [She replies sadly, her heart is heavy now, her mood more somber.

Then his next question makes her pause, completely unsure how to answer that.] To be honest? Nowhere, my country was war torn, and I had no money, no place to live, I had no life. There was little way to pick oneself out of the gutter except through a miracle. We got that miracle, but I never expected to be working with the Avengers, we had been pretty anti-Avenger growing up. What about you?

[quiestsimiadei]

[Right. This was probably her first time hearing the song. Strong cultural divide between Eastern Europe and America in the 80's. Murdock delivered a smirk, as he replied,] Not really. An annoyance, at best.

[Sorry Wanda. Matt did try to be cheerful, but, well...

He has a point to this question. Scout's honor.] I think people like us would, in some capacity, still be trying to serve our communities. The gifts that we gained did nothing to change our personalities; they simply provided tools to bring our service to a different level. [Optimistic but, well, you needed some optimism in this field, to make you feel like your work had worth.] I'd still be a lawyer, but, I know, in some capacity, it wouldn't feel like it was enough; I'd want more.

[jeze]

[It's not so bad, at least she is being indoctrinated into America's music culture, something she has been trying to learn more about. Though, when he calls it an annoyance, Wanda crossed off the notion of getting to listen to said song on her own. Maybe she should give it more thought, or understanding, but she was growing to respect Matt, and that meant respecting his notion of it being a nuisance.]

Noted. So, I am going to cross it off my list of things to listen too. [She said with a smile in her voice, and with a mirroring smile on her lips.]

Well, point taken. I believe in what you say, and agree that I would be trying to help people. Except, HYDRA was the only thing around that gave us an option, and we took to it with everything we had. Had they not been around, there wouldn't have been another way to climb out of the gutter.[She gave a small, sad sigh, and cleared her throat before she spoke up once again.] Moving was nonexistent, so we couldn't come over to America that had literal tons of opportunities we could strive for. Though, I really did want to help my people, help them find justice, and strength. I wanted to help them get out of the gutters, find a way to make the war nonexistent, and help them heal. That is all I ever wanted to do, frankly.