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omg i’m losing my mind. “there’s only so much a body can work out, a body can do” where the hell have i heard this line before ???? is it from a song ??? or am i losing it and making things up

hahah you are NOT losing it!! It’s from Silly by Troye Sivan 🥰

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You keep saying you came here because Art needed matches… I think you came for something else. You think I came here for you? You think I came here to throw it all away for you? Maybe you just wanted to see me. I have seen you, you look like shit. 

ZENDAYA & JOSH O'CONNOR as TASHI DUNCAN & PATRICK ZWEIG in CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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When you loosen up, you're not half bad to be around. Bordering on fun, even.

PACEY WITTER & JOEY POTTER Dawson's Creek (1998-2003): Season 1

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HANNAH EINBINDER as AVA DANIELS Season 3 of Hacks (2021–) created by Lucia Aniello, Paul W. Downs, & Jen Statsky

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when tashi asks “so what about the two of you?” and patrick’s face goes a million miles away because it’s easy to tell a story about childhood curiosity but much harder to talk about the enormity of the desire that has festered under your skin ever since

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PATRICK ZWEIG: Whatever city you're in, you're still the boy that I'd pick in a lineup of, like, 30 hot guys!

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a dimming of the lights

You and Art were having a quiet night in, a rarity not because you were staying home but because there were no alarms set for the morning, Art's first day off in what felt like a lifetime. That gave you all the time in the world to lounge on the couch with your beautiful boyfriend, wearing nothing but one of his tournament hoodies that fell to mid-thigh on you, covering the panties underneath. He could just peek them if he tried; you lay stretched on your back beside him, ankles crossed on his lap.

Art was fresh from the shower, hair still damp and skin dewy, scrolling through options on the TV with one hand while the other stroked your calf. He felt your gaze and glanced over, smile playing on his lips. "You sure you don't want to pick something?"

You shook your head. "I'm perfectly happy like this." And you were, content to dwell on Art's profile as he chose a show and put it on, stretching back on the couch with an arm behind his head. His other hand stilled on your leg as he focused on the television, but you were needy for his attention. You arched a foot, using your toes to tap his leg until Art shook his head, a knowing grin on his face, and resumed his motions.

You basked in his easy touch for a while but you still weren't satisfied, so finally, you propped yourself up on your elbows to fix Art with a pleading look. He was so attuned to you that he immediately reached for the remote and paused before turning and waiting for you to speak.

"You're really far away."

A short laugh escaped from his mouth as his fingers circled your ankle, tugging slightly. "Then c'mere."

You immediately acquiesed, clambering up and tossing one leg over both of his. This was your favorite place in the world, settled into Art's lap. Chest to chest, legs bracketing his, your face tucked into the nook of his shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers loosely twisting the curls at the back of his head. You could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against yours.

Art's hands found their way under your sweatshirt, fingers tracing delicate patterns over the sensitive skin on your lower back, occasionally dipping into the waistband of your panties. It wasn't necessarily sexual, just comforting, but it still wasn't enough. You could never be close enough to Art.

With a slow exhale, you pressed your lips to the soft spot below his ear. "Will you put your cock in me?"

His breath came out in a huff. "Baby," he murmured.

"I know you're tired, we don't have to do anything." You said into his skin. "Just wanna be close to you."

Art didn't respond right away, but his fingers stilled and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist in a hug, kissing your temple simultaneously. "Yeah, that sounds nice." He loosened his grip to scoop under your thighs, lifting you off his lap a bit. You complied, kneeling over Art so that he could tug down his shorts enough to free himself.

Art lifted the hem of your sweatshirt to your ribs, kissing your belly as he rolled your panties down to your knees. You watched his face as his eyes trailed down your legs, brushing some loose hair back from his forehead.

"Can you take them all the way off?" You asked shyly, and he looked up at you with a soft smile.

"You're going to have to get up."

You pouted, resting your forehead against his for a brief moment before standing. His fingers trailed down your thighs, nails grazing the skin, until he hooked them into your panties and pulled them the rest of the way down. It only took a moment to kick the underwear onto the floor and resituate yourself on Art's thighs, face in his neck.

Art brought one hand up to scratch soothingly at your scalp as the other wound between your legs. You jolted slightly at the first touch to your clit, and he shushed you quietly. "Just making sure you're ready, don't want to hurt you."

Your whimpers were muffled into Art's throat as he rubbed small circles onto you. You were conflicted between wanting to arch out of contact, to keep the intimacy relaxed, and wanting to bear down on his hand for more stimulation. But he made the decision for you, keeping his touch feather light, warming you up just enough.

Eventually, he dipped his finger into you and was satisfied at the wetness pooled there. "Okay?" He asked, moving to grasp himself by the base.

"Yeah," you said, lifting your hips slightly. You let him handle you into place, happy to relinquish control, until finally you sank onto his cock. The slow stretch was familiar, as was the feeling of complete fullness when your hips met his. You both held your breath for a moment, adjusting to the stillness.

"'s good." You mumbled, nipping the lobe of Art's ear.

"Yeah," he agreed quietly, hands flush on your back under your hoodie. "Feels nice."

You hummed softly, closing your eyes and settling in. You could almost fall asleep like this, surrounded by the familiarity of Art's body and scent, feeling him throbbing inside of you. "You can keep watching your show." You whispered after a minute.

"Mm-mm."

"No?"

"No, just want to stay like this."

You kissed his neck in response, which immediately set off a chain reaction: Art's hips twitched up into yours, you fluttered around him, he groaned into your ear, you clenched down unintentionally.

"Fuck," he muttered, and you let out a breathless laugh into the collar of his shirt. You had tensed a bit, and Art rubbed a hand over your strained thigh. "Relax, honey."

When you did, sinking back down an inch, you couldn't hold back the whine in your throat. "Okay," you whispered. "Maybe we should just-"

Art didn't give you a chance to finish. "It's okay, look at me." His hand found your chin, tilting it toward him so that he could kiss you sweetly.

You nudged your nose against his. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he murmured, lips touching your forehead this time.

It was almost unbelievable how good you felt: aroused and cozy and wanted and loved and full and held and tranquil all at once. Your head dropped lower onto Art's shoulder, and he drew goosebumps down your spine. His other hand held your hips tightly in place; Art wouldn’t let you bounce on him even if you had the energy to. With nothing to distract you, you were hyper aware of the way you leaked around him, slick coating his pubic hair and inner thighs.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." You mouthed into his collarbone. "Tired." You admitted.

"You wanna go to bed?"

"No. I want to stay here."

"Yeah? You want to fall asleep like this, on my cock?" His voice was warm, more awestruck than teasing, but your face flushed anyway. "I don't mind," he continued, mouth on the crown of your head. "Dunno if I can fall asleep with you squeezing me like that, but I'm very comfortable."

"Art," you whispered, pleading, though unsure what for.

"I know, baby. Just relax, just go to sleep."

You let out a low whine. “Just hold me like this?”

“Yeah,” he promised, another kiss on your temple. “I’ve got you, baby.” His abs were tense with the effort it took not to thrust up into you, but it was worth it to have you like this, soft and sweet and pliable and needy in his lap.

It wasn’t until you nodded off and began to squirm in your sleep that Art gave himself permission to move. And when you woke up a few hours later after he carried you to bed, sore and full of cum, you certainly weren’t complaining.

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What if Art is not just a man who is ready to retire married to a woman who wants him to keep playing but actually a man in a death spiral whose depression is killing his tennis game and his sorry tennis game is depressing him? What if Tashi wants to save his passion for tennis not just so she can vicariously enjoy him being at the top of his game, but also because she wants to see her husband happy again?

This fandom refusing to entertain the idea Tashi actually loves her husband and wants him to be happy is wild. Not once does Art express excitement about retirement or describe a single thing he wants to do after he stops playing tennis that he's excited about. Tashi is not crazy for thinking he's not (quite) ready to retire, he's just missing Patrick, struggling in his marriage and feeling demoralized by the losses he suffered while recovering from his shoulder injury.

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thinking about the fire and ice motif and i think tashi is supposed to be earth.

she's consistent, (mostly) unchanging. where the guys switch out, she remains the one in the relationship.

but when it comes to dynamics, the motif actually tells us so much

fire and earth make destructive lava, it fucks up everything in its path and can't be put out, eventually it just burns itself off

but with just ice and earth you have a frozen earth, nothing can grow or thrive. the ground is hard and cold and no one's happy.

even fire and ice just make steam and nothing happens, the steam is fleeting and there's no commitment as it evaporates into the air. never concrete

when it all comes together, though, is when you see a balanced climate and ecosystem. they need each other

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I love how tashi is the prize, on a pedestal, art literally calls her god and as much as she wants that kind of worship “you’re not in my fan club?” she also hates being idolized in that way especially cuz she can’t live up to her own standards for herself with her injury and because art worships her so wholeheartedly she’s frustrated with him and that’s why she likes patrick cuz he treats her like they’re peers even tho he still recognizes what a prize she is. In conclusion they all need to be together to achieve homeostasis and pampered sub art, dom tashi, and switch patrick will live happily ever after the end.

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#TASHIDUNCAN: she's an overnight sensation

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Challengers (2024), dir. Luca Guadagnino // Joan Tierney, The Elektra Complex & Matthew Aucoin and Sarah Ruhl, Eurydice

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We're not talking about tennis. What the fuck else do I have to talk to you about?

CHALLENGERS (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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he could put them in my mouth too idgaf

I just want everyone to know that this boy put those same fingers in his mouth minutes later

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Challengers (2024)

D. Luca Guadagnino

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MIKE FAIST as ART DONALDSON in Challengers (2024)

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Art Donaldson & Patrick Zweig + being in sync