hey if you dont mind “when was the last time you ate?” w/ mercutio maybe??? or anyone else you want to do (also im in lov with all your writing youre so great 10/10)
Benvolio hesitates when he sees Mercutio, and it makes him feel awful. Mercutio is his best friend, they’ve been through so much together, and now that Mercutio needs his best friend Benvolio hesitates? But there is something different about Mercutio now, something that puts Benvolio on edge. It’s been a week since they last saw each other, back when Mercutio had been escorted away by his uncle, and he can’t escape the feeling that something has deeply changed in that time.
Of course something has changed. Mercutio’s brother died.
Benvolio curses at himself and ignores the bad feeling, walking over to where Mercutio silently sits and watches the guests milling through his house. The funeral has just ended, and Benvolio would have thought Mercutio would be surrounded by people. Instead it seems like everyone is avoiding him. Frankly Benvolio can’t blame them.
“Hey,” he says softly as he sits down on the sofa next to Mercutio.
Mercutio only glances at him with empty eyes, then looks away again. He looks pale, haggard somehow even though his appearance is perfectly put together. There are dark circles beneath his eyes and Benvolio wonders if he’s managed to sleep since the incident happened. He wants to reach out and hug his friend, but he thinks of Mercutio’s eyes, shudders, and keeps his hands to himself.
“You don’t, uh, seem too well,” he says instead, lamely, looking down on his hands. “When was the last time you ate? Or slept?”
Mercutio shrugs, a quick, jerking movement. Benvolio wishes that Romeo was there; he is much better at getting to Mercutio when he is in one of his strange moods. But Romeo is sick, couldn’t even get up from his bed when Benvolio left him earlier.
“Isn’t there someone to help you, I don’t know, to deal with- with everything?” Benvolio makes a broad gesture with his arm, then lets it fall to his side. Mercutio isn’t responding to him, isn’t even looking at him, and he doesn’t know what to do or say. He sighs, heavily. “You know Val wouldn’t want you to stop caring about yourself this way.”
“It doesn’t matter what he wanted or not,” comes Mercutio’s voice, so soft that Benvolio first thinks he has misheard. “He’s dead. They killed him. He’s gone, and so it isn’t possible for him to want anything. The dead are dead.”
Benvolio looks around in panic, trying to think of something, anything, to say. From what he knows the investigation into the hit and run is still ongoing, and they don’t have any clue who drove the car that hit Valentine. But the tone of Mercutio’s voice is strange, so devoid of anger or- anything, really. It makes the hair on Benvolio’s neck rise, but he refuses to acknowledge it.
“Maybe,” he says finally, “but there are still people living, people who love you and who don’t want to see you like this.”
Mercutio is silent, unmoving next to Benvolio, then he rises and looks down on Benvolio, and those eyes freezes him to the core. It’s like Mercutio is someone else, someone he doesn’t know, and the way Mercutio tilts his head gives Benvolio the image of a bird considering a bug it’s about to eat.
“Then they shouldn’t watch,” Mercutio says simply and walks away. Benvolio is left behind, sweating and staring at a his back and feeling like he has been told something important, something vital. Something he shouldn’t forget.
My fave comic series is the Young Avengers/Runaways crossover but I just picked up an actual Runaways comic book and it was like… weirdly sexualized and the boy teammates were super sexist and harassing Karolina about being a lesbian and the only redeeming part was Wolverine and Molly getting captured and having to escape together and the kids finding some passive identity with the X-Men but really. At some point a zombie-woman was about to jump off a building and one of the boys was straight up like “we have to save her, I work with her, she’s hot!” and I was like… A Young Avengers writer would never allow this.
a junior who was taking the psat today ditched the idea of pulling the fire alrm to get out of testing and instead hacked into the school’s alarm system to set it off exactly when the English section was scheduled to start
THIS KID WAS SLICK ENOUGH TO HACK INTO AN ALARM SYSTEM BECAUSE HE WASN’T PREPARED FOR THE PSAT
and there you have it
that’s the summary of the American education system
Just when we thought the accidental BBC subtitles were the best thing to come out of last week’s inauguration, a video of President Trump calling President Obama “a funny wiener” comes along to prove us wrong. That’s right, folks: Bad Lip Reading is back, and boy has it outdone itself.