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Realistically, I feel like Tashi would experience the most peace if she moved on from both Patrick and Art romantically…wait! Please hold your stones!

I know we all love the toxic throuple stuff, but when I view the movie through a realistic lens in which I consider what would be the healthiest course of action for each character, this is one of the outcomes I envision.

I also think the movie kind of supports that. At the end when she exclaims “cmon!!” it feels like a release. I’ve seen this interpreted as an orgasmic release, but I also think it could be a representation of her reaching a higher level of self-actualization. Through the catharsis of the match, I think Tashi was able to let go of some of that pain and resentment that she’s been holding in since her injury, the feelings that have tied her to both men for so long.

Seeing Art and Patrick give into the relationship that she described is freeing for her. I see her yelling out in relief from being freed from the entanglement with both men. Freed from feeling guilty, freed from being a homewrecker. The potential mending of their friendship sort of resets her. She’s able to return to the state of innocence that she occupied before getting involved with Art and Patrick.

In a way, I think this would allow her to start over fresh with them. She could pursue other romantic interests (or not) and foster a strong co parenting relationship with Art.

But that’s the cool thing about this movie. Because the ending is ambiguous, you can play around with different scenarios.

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Pat just being like “c’mon babe I promise, I just need to get off and it’ll help so much. Just the tip, I swear, that’s all. Just the tip.”

Maybe with Art’s gf? They’re close and you know they’ve done more together than they’ll admit to and Art’s got those catholic premarital sex notions so you’re kinda on edge and if it IS just the tip then it’s fine, right? If it doesn’t go any further than that… it doesn’t count as cheating when it’s his best friend and it’s just the tip….

Turning that on its head and sweet blushing virgin Art getting so worked up that it’s Your turn to say “just the tip, baby. It doesn’t count if you’re not all the way in. I bet it’s so painful, I wanna help. You can give me the tip.”

Naturally neither stop at just the tip teehee

FUUUUUUUCK <3 this has been hidden in my inbox and I JUST found it. Feeling INSANE!!!

Patrick thinks you're too sweet to go unfucked, to have your needs ignored in favor of some moral high ground bullshit. He knows how needy you are— you're not exactly subtle when you watch Art tug his sweaty shirt off on the tennis court, how you clench your thighs and cross and uncross your legs to get a bit of friction.

And he doesn't miss how you watch him either, when he's shirtless on the court, or at the pool. When it's hot in Art's dorm and he's stripped to his boxers. You watch him, you swallow and lick your lips and look away.

And there you are, staying the summer at his parent's empty mansion. Art's inside sleeping off a hangover, and you're with Patrick at the pool in a tiny bikini. You turn and stretch and reapply sunscreen onto your skin, and that's all it takes for Patrick to pop an obvious boner.

He's not above begging. Pleading. Getting on his goddamn knees for pussy. And he's very convincing. He knows you need more than what Art can give you, and Patrick doesn't even have to give you everything, you can save that for Art, he promises.

How can you say no? You should say no, but you don't. You let him tug your bikini bottoms to the side and tease the head of his cock through your sticky folds, bumping against your clit while you writhe on the plush lounge chair.

It doesn't take long for you to beg him. Each time his cockhead nudges against your entrance that tight ring of muscle there twitches, like your body wants to suck him deeper. When he just barely breaches your entrance you moan so pretty, it's like music to his goddamn ears.

It takes all of his self control to keep from driving in, deep, fucking you like he wants. But he's good. Even when you move your pretty manicured fingers to rub at your clit, even when your cunt clenches and pulses around him. He wants to fuck you the way you deserve, but he's a gentleman. He keeps his promise. He pulls out to cum, painting your cunt and bikini bottoms sticky white.

And once you have that, you just want Art more. You've gotten a taste, and you want the real thing bad. But Art's so sweet, so repressed.

Your poor, sweet Art, who has to hold you still with firm hands on your hips after five minutes of making out. Whose face goes ruddy and sheepish as he says he just needs a second to cool down. Who apologizes for getting so worked up and tells you that you're just so pretty he can't help it.

And you're so convincing that Patrick would be proud. Because it doesn't count if he's doesn't go all the way in, right? It'll help if he just gets a bit of release, then he won't be so tempted and overwhelmed by you. Isn't that a good thing? To just give in a little so he isn't tempted to give in entirely? Won't god understand?

If god doesn't understand, Art does. He swallows down a nervous lump in his throat and tugs down his jeans and boxers. His cock is flushed red and beading precum just from a heavy makeout session.

"You can't touch it." The words make you want to pout, but Art's like a skittish animal— one wrong move and it's over. So you lay back on the bed peel your panties away from your drenched pussy, so slick it's obscene.

It's just the tip. Art's a good boy, he'll behave. His hands shake as he leans down, brushes your hair from your face before he gives you a soft kiss. His cock notches against your entrance and you're both trembling with pure want.

It takes all of his self control, it really does. He feeds the first inch or two inside and you're so tight and wet and hot that he nearly cums then and there. He ruts into you with soft, shallow motions— making sure not to go too deep, even if he wants to. And he wants to so fucking badly.

"Just a little deeper," you nearly beg, and how can he say no? Just a little more. It won't hurt, it feels so good anyway. And then a little more, because he's already come this far. And then your heels press into his ass and he's buried in you to the hilt and you're squeezing him so tight that he can't help it.

He comes with a strangled groan, hips jerking clumsily as he instinctually tries to bury himself deeper. He collapses on top of you, all of the energy sapped out of him as he continues to rut into your cunt.

"I don't think that's going to help with temptation," he mumbles against your throat.

You kiss the crown of his head and pet his soft curls and assure him that it's fine, that he didn't mean to, that he didn't sin that much. He's a good guy, god will understand. All the while, you're keenly aware of a shadow of someone standing just on the other side of the door. A very smug, very proud Patrick Zweig.

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he’s thinking about the systematic oppression women face in the workforce.

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he’s never not divaing down.

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Zendaya wearing ALAÏA – Vanity Fair’s Hollywood Issue (2024)

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art's big ass billboard in the background while his wife and ex-bestfriend make out in the middle of the storm

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art loves to nip at patrick’s ears when they makeout cuz he loves hearing patrick groan and essentially come undone because his ears are so sensitive !! patrick also loves to suck on art’s fingers… just drooling on his long digits as he bucks his hips into art’s clothed cock. yes they dry hump with their jeans on. yes art cums in his pants from time to time..

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after cutting off ties with patrick, art experienced the furtive desire to go back to the summers of their youth. the summers when patrick chose to go with him to his grandma’s house in the midwestern suburbs instead of heading back to the lonesome place he grew up in. summers filled with running around outside and planning for a shared future which no longer exists. the world doesn’t seem as bright as it did back then, and now his body has grown heavier with something far beyond age.

art wasn’t deluded enough to pretend this distance wasn’t his fault, so these feelings brought along a shame he couldn’t quell. how foolish to long for something he had destroyed? how foolish to long for something he would never have back?

(inspired by @andwordsarefutiledevicess’ post that featured the center picture of the moodboard)

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Zendaya | "Challengers" and "Dune: Part Two" special screening and Q&A in Burbank, California | November 16, 2024

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ZENDAYA Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue 2025

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honestly, art and patrick making out was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen and i still see it even with my eyes closed

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i know halloween is over but i’m laughing thinking abt patrick + art dressing up as the joker + harley quinn respectively

like patrick’s visiting artie at stanford for halloweekend and convinces him to do the costumes for a party they’re going to later

he puts pink and blue hair chalk in art’s blonde curls and cuts up a white tee shirt into a crop top for him to wear. pat just wears a purple suit and draws the smile on. it’s all half-assed. patrick explains to art that it’s ‘more about the concept than the execution’, as if that makes them look any less silly.

and art is pouting the whole time !

he wanted to indulge his friend a little, but now he just looks and feels dumb.

… and maybe a bit objectified too.

he’s all like “why couldn’t i be the joker :(“

and pat’s just “art. you do NOT have the vibe needed to pull off the joker.”

art does not like that answer.

“i could’ve been batman then:((“

but he forgets all about it when he and patrick get a little too drunk at the party and start feeling each other up back at his dorm room afterwards. all is well.

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spot the difference

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Challengers brainrot is REALL 8th me grade dying over Mike Faist…

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Jonathan Bailey and Josh O'Connor Vanity Fair Hollywood Issue 2025

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JOSH O'CONNOR Photographed by Gordon Von Steiner for Vanity Fair