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SLOCG Finale

Starting with Kacy I hate to say but I saw this coming. She clearly only slept with cooper because she was scared of losing him. I don't think breaking up was the answer though I felt like they could have just had a conversation instead.

Kimberly why would you use Belas ID card? Now if she gets in trouble then what? I hope she just stays single because it feels like there hinting at a love triangle and I can't stand that trope.

I'm so happy for Bela and Whinteny. I'm glad Whinteny got to stand up for herself and the other athletes. This was a great moment for her. I also glad Bela was able to come out to her mom and is doing comdey again.

Overall I love this finale it really made up for the mess that was this season and I can't wait for season four.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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SLOCG season 3 episode 9

Starting with Kimberly I saw this coming. They always pick the cutest guys to be jerks. The only love intrest she had that didn't suck She broke up with for Canaan and that didn't go anywhere. I just want her to be single fir a while.

I'm glad Whitney is in therapy. That coach needs to be fired like it has to be illegal to ignore the health and needs if your players. I'm curious to see where this goes.

Bela going back to comdey is great. I'm so glad we got a continuation of this storyline and i can't wait to see where it goes. It sucks that Aravind wasn't supportive but oh well I guess.

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What is up with the ADR this season?!?

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Little Things

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1K

Narrative Perspective: Third person limited (Reader’s POV)

Prompt: 25: “You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.” 

Summary: Feeling trapped in the weight of her own mind, you’ve spent days lost in a fog of hopelessness, convinced no one would notice. But when Bucky shows up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and no judgment, his quiet understanding pulls you out of your isolation, reminding you that you're not alone, and maybe, just maybe, there’s light even in the darkest moments.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt light.

Everything seemed weighted, from the gray overcast sky outside your apartment window to the simple act of breathing. Even getting up this morning had felt like scaling a mountain, each motion slow and deliberate, like you were dragging your limbs through molasses.

The world outside continued to churn—cars honked, people shouted, a dog barked somewhere down the block—but it felt distant, like you were underwater. It didn’t matter what was going on out there; you were stuck here, trapped in the storm inside your own head.

A part of you knew it wasn’t supposed to feel this way. That people didn’t sit on their couch for hours staring at the floor, lost in thought spirals that twisted tighter and tighter. That it wasn’t normal to feel like your chest was caving in every time someone asked, “How are you doing?” because the answer was always wrong.

I’m fine.

I’m tired.

I’m busy.

None of it felt true, but what were you supposed to say? “I feel like a hollow shell of myself, and I don’t know why or how to fix it”? Nobody wanted to hear that.

So you sat there, unmoving, as the afternoon bled into early evening, your apartment dimming around you. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights. Maybe it would be easier if the darkness just swallowed you whole.

A knock broke through your haze, startling you. It wasn’t loud or forceful—just two soft raps against your door—but it jolted you all the same. For a moment, you considered ignoring it. What if they just went away?

But the knock came again, and something about its persistence pushed you to your feet.

When you opened the door, Bucky stood there, his broad shoulders hunched slightly against the drizzle falling outside. His dark leather jacket glistened faintly with rain, droplets clinging to the strands of his hair where it curled at the ends. In his left hand, the metal one, he held a bouquet of flowers.

For a second, you just stared. The image didn’t compute—Bucky, who always seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, standing at your door holding something so bright, so cheerful.

“You bought me flowers?” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think.

Bucky shifted awkwardly, his eyes darting to the side. “Yeah, well…” He scratched the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

Something cracked in you at that. It wasn’t a clean break—it was jagged, sharp—but it let something through the fog. You lowered your gaze to the bouquet, taking in the vibrant sunflowers, soft daisies, and delicate sprays of baby’s breath. The yellows and whites seemed to glow against the gray of the day, like a stubborn little patch of light in an otherwise dark world.

“I…” You tried to speak, but your throat felt tight, the words sticking. You hadn’t expected anyone to notice. You hadn’t expected him to notice.

Bucky must have sensed your struggle because he took a hesitant step forward, holding the flowers out to you. “If you don’t like them, I can—”

“No!” Your voice came out louder than you intended, and you reached out quickly, your fingers brushing against his gloved ones as you took the bouquet. “I love them, Bucky. Really.”

Your voice cracked, and as soon as it did, you felt the hot sting of tears gathering behind your eyes. You bit your lip, trying to keep them at bay, but it was no use. One slid down your cheek, and then another.

Bucky’s expression shifted immediately—softening in a way that made your chest ache. He stepped closer, his blue eyes locked on yours, and you could see the concern etched in every line of his face.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a shaky laugh, though it held no humor. “Everything?” you managed, clutching the flowers tighter to your chest. “I don’t know, Buck. I’ve just been… stuck. And it feels like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

The admission hung in the air between you, raw and unfiltered. You hadn’t planned to say any of it, but once it started, it wouldn’t stop.

“I didn’t mean to dump all that on you,” you said quickly, lowering your gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry. I just—”

“Don’t.” His voice was firm but gentle, grounding you. “Don’t apologize. You don’t have to.”

You looked up at him, and the sincerity in his expression nearly undid you. There was no judgment, no awkwardness—just understanding. Bucky, of all people, understood what it was like to feel broken.

He reached out slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away, and brushed a tear off your cheek with his thumb. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t in a long time.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m here, okay? Whenever you need me.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled then—a small, crooked thing that made your chest feel a little less heavy. “Anytime, doll.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the quiet stretching between you. Then Bucky glanced down at the flowers in your hands. “I wasn’t sure what kind to get. They just… looked like something you’d like.”

You let out a soft laugh, brushing your fingers over the petals. “They’re perfect.”

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Slocg season 3 episode 8

So we're just ruining everything I see. Mindy Kaling when u catch you...

Kacy is definitely rushing into something that she doesn't seem ready for. I just want one slow burn but no Mindy is just not capable of doing it.

Arviands reaction to Belas body count both hurt and annoyed me. I'm not shocked since he Cleary can't communicate the test showed that but at least thought they could stay cute just for a while.

I'm still mad at Whinteny like Isaiah was probably the best love intrest we had and she threw it all away for Canaan a man who dated her friend/roommate and didn't apologize until episode six after the girls at the meeting told him to.

As for Kimberly I guess we'll see where this goes but if I know this show Brian will somehow be terrible or they'll breakup for someone else.

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Man, Whitney is annoying me so bad this season. She (objectively) has the best dude thus far with Isaiah (minus that weird moment of jealousy back in the gym), and now we're left on a cliffhanger of whether or not she just cheated on him with Canaan.

Which is even more stupid because the reason they originally broke up in season 2 is because Whitney snuck and went through Canaan's phone/accused him of cheating, and now she's all cool with fooling around because she's uncomfortable with Isaiah's money usage.

Like, after beginning the series being a whole mistress and having an enemies to lovers hookup buddy with a weirdo in Chem, this girl finally had it made just to (potentially) be a hypocrite.

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slocg season 3 episode 7

I'm mad at Whinteny. Look I get it but I also feel like she was looking for a reason to be mad so she could go back to Canaan

Bela and Arvand are cute

I'm curios about where Kimberly and Brian go

Kacy and Cooper are also cute

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Slocg season 3 episode 4

Ok so I just want to say what is up with the slocg ruining hot love intrest that they keep giving to Kimberly. Like I understood Niko but Eli is a little too far.

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Charles-Haden Savage is the anxious, awkward introvert who simultaneously loves and needs to be the center of attention but also kinda can't handle it representation that I need in my life.

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Everytime I listen to supernatural by Arianna Grande I think of lovely and vincinet and I get emotional.

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Not to sound like a fuckin hippie but please for the love of god start noticing and appreciating the natural world around you. You don’t have to go hike the entire Appalachian trail or anything and I get that not everyone has access to the outdoors for various reasons, but just fucking … look around you when you’re outside. Notice the sky and the sun and the birds and creatures. Start caring about them. I’m begging you.

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Psych – 5.12: Dual Spires

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To be sappy for a minute, I really love how platonic relationships are so centred and respected in Only Murders in the Building. Romantic relationships either fizzle out or are explicitly giving second billing after the main trio's friendship.

The heart of season four was how much Sazz, a lesbian, loved Charles, an old straight guy she worked with for years, and how devastated he was by her death because he loved her too and never felt like he did as much for her as she did for him.

Charles haltingly told Oliver he thought they'd grow old(er) and die together, and Oliver marrying Loretta was something he felt ambivalent about because he was happy for him but he didn't want to lose him.

And back in season three, Mabel was devastated when Charles and Oliver didn't have time for her. She's much younger than them and, nominally, could have an easier time moving on and moving into different social circles, but she loves them and wants them to value spending time with her as much as she does.

Like… the love of your life can be your friends, and that's not sad or pathetic or a bad consolation prize for not managing to do it the "right" way. Friendships can be the most important relationships in your life even after you do things the "right" way. And that's not only okay, it's beautiful.

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Night in the woods