The Foo Bar And Grill

skinandpit:

Every so often I am overwhelmed by the fact that Eduardo Saverin is an incredible sweetheart who checks his friend’s blogs late at night to see if they’re OK and wears floppy straw hats at silly parties and that one time he had sex in a bathroom stall his eyes were blown wide with such wonder you would have thought Christy had handed him all the stars in the sky at once. 

skinandpit:

I enjoy imagining that before it all went to shit, Mark and Erica had this thing they did where they set up little intellectual challenges for each other. Which Roosevelt, and so on, trying to trip each other up, and it was honestly fun at the start. It made them both feel clever and stupid and in awe of one another in turns.

But then time went on and the fun of it started to wear away, because Mark was better at trivia and he didn’t know how to win gracefully. Mark has never learned how to win gracefully. So much of Mark’s identity is invested in his intelligence, but here’s the thing, right, is that Erica has invested a lot in her cleverness too. That’s why they like each other in the first place. So what happens here is a slow erosion, the nerves gradually becoming exposed, for both of them but quicker for Erica. 

And Erica doesn’t want to make it into a big deal. It’s a game they played, right, and she knows the rulesof it. The rule are that you take the other person’s ribbing. The rule is that you don’t freak out. The rules is that you don’t feel anything because it’s just a game. 

And she remembers fondly lying on the grass in the quad or sitting in the library or sharing curly fries in the food court and flinging verbal barbs at one another and she doesn’t want to discount all that, it wouldn’t be fair, it wouldn’t be right.

So this thing just festers below the surface of everything until that night at the Thirsty Scholar where she looks at the boy across from her, who is being worse than he’d ever been, outright nasty even, and she knows it’s because he’s nervous  because he’s under some pressure right now, but she thinks you know what, fuck that. Fuck the rules. I hate this and I don’t have to do this anymore. 

And she stands up and she walks out, and this won’t be the last time Erica decides to build a relationship on breaking each other down, but it’s the start of a slow unlearning and for her whole damned life she’s proud of that moment. 

misandryonbakerstreet:

#tsn #the social network #this is great because it frames the characters so well#let me go from right to left #divya is the one in the harvard connection group that worries the most #he’s keeps track of things and does research on mark and is suspicious of his and is the first to tell when shit is up #so the furrowed brows and bitten lip #which i think are from the scene where they’re talking to the twin’s dad on the phone #yeah that describes him well #tyler is the angry twin #he has this great idea and is completely exasperated and angry when things get so horribly messed up by this jerk zuckerberg #whereas cameron is more diplomatic and more likely to engage in gentlemanly compromises #but he’s still frustrated as heck and angry because he actually has this great idea and wants it to happen and then somebody just comes alon #g and takes his great idea and makes it even fucking greater and fucking steals it #who wouldn’t be angry #and then there’s sean parker #sean parker who goes to nightclubs and parties and whose face is in the shadows unless there’s colourful lights to shine on his face #sean parker who drinks with a knowing smirk on his face #sean parker who gets the idea and gets mark but also likes to wear other peacock’s feathers #unlike wardo #wardo who his raw and open and emotional and so very not businesslike #wardo who had it rain on his face and on his parade all the same #who takes all his courage and his willpower to tear his eyes from the face that keeps on betraying him to his own feet that keep on walking #him into betrayal #and finally there’s mark #mark who even in his most vulnerable and defenseless moment is eighty percent composed #who simultaneously takes the accusations and swallows them down his dry throat to look at them later when he’s not so overworked that his ey #his eyebags have eyebags #but also doesn’t fail to stare them down with a glare that is fully aware that it takes two for a misunderstanding and that this is not enti #not entirely his fault

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earwen-neruda:

i just don’t have the proper tools.

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jewnicornshipper:

*licks screen*

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bingoblitzer69:

The Social Network - Wardo and Mark

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