every time. every time I say I can’t stand tomatoes someone emerges from the mist to offer me an heirloom cherry tomato from their garden. “It’s good. It’s sweet. You’ll like it,” they wail and wail. I make attempts to deflect them with no thank yous and jokes about them being close relatives of deadly nightshade to no avail. they continue to attempt to force the red orbs upon me. I give in to their plea and take a bite. “It’s ok I guess,” I whimper as my eyes water and I struggle not to gag on the sour, mushy, hell fruit.
[It seems like your characters make kind of an odd combination.] I think when you find both of our characters, they’ve both been working together for a couple of years, so they kind of have a shorthand between them. The way they communicate is old hat. They’re sort of brought together in an unlikely, unexpected friendship. - Scarlett Johansson
“where are the poc!” the fandom screams, while erasing existing poc from the narrative, or ignoring them because of who they’re dating/involved with. “where are they! i support them!” the creator and non-white people in the fandom point them out, nervous now as the shouts begin to sound like buzzing. “where!!!!!!!” the fandom wails, the sound eventually dissolving into confused white noise.