#awkward s3

[thunderoussupremephoneixtornado]

jenna doesn't deserve matty

[butyouaremymess]

Uh oh, I'm falling in love Oh no, I'm falling in love again Oh, I'm falling in love

[kathani-bridgerton]

Luke Newton bodied being the romantic comedy lead in my opinion. He was giving 90's Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. Amazing job.

[captainbucky-yt]

LUKE THOMPSON as Benedict Bridgerton | S03E07 ‘Joining of Hands’

[beaulesbian]

Rayllum + being awkward dorks in love around each other

[flower-boi16]

If it helps comfort you somewhat, word on the streets says that S3 of Helluva Boss won't happen because animators are leaving left and right and that even if it does it will get cut short due to money issues and what I referred to earlier.

I would have mixed feelings on that. Helluva Boss is a show that, despite how much I criticize and make fun of the writing, I was a genuine fan of. The first season despite some issues is very solid, featuring funny jokes, fast paced action, pretty looking animation, good songs and a lot of compelling and endearing characters. The premise was super interesting and the season left a lot of potential for season 2 to expand upon. In spite of its flaws, it’s a good season.

But season 2 has been a complete disappointment to me. It took all of the potential that season 1 left for it and threw it away, assassinated many of the show’s characters, and ruined Helluva Boss’ core identity, turning it from a fast paced black comedy show about some imps running a business with some character development and story thrown in to abandoning it’s premise in favor of becoming a romance drama centring around a relationship that isn’t even that well written at all.

The writing took a massive turn for the worst and the show has become a shell of its former self. The season drags the show down as a whole from a 8/10 to a 4.5/10 (maybe leaning more to a 5 but still). And it’s sad. It’s sad to see a show I liked devolve into this mess when it could have been so good. I’m glad that HB exists due to it being a massive achievement for indie animation, same for HH, but I would feel so much happier if the writhing was actually good..but it’s not.

I don’t want to dislike season 2 as much as I do, okay? I don’t want to go into every episode hating it. This is just how I genuinely feel about the current state of this show, and, by extension, this whole franchise.

So if season 2 is going to be the end with no chance of improvement, It’s gonna suck. It’s going to cement this season and this whole show as a disappointment for a lot of people, a show that could have been great but fell off.

So, at this point, if season 2 will be the end…let’s maybe hope the finale is at the very least decent. But even that won’t be enough to salvage this season.

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah there’s gonna be plenty of little details in s5 confirming byler, but there’s one thing in particular that I feel like would be too hilarious to pass up on…

[m4rs-ex3]

i fucking love michael holden so fucking much oh my god

[the-weirdest-human-of-them-all]

Guess who was just playing a trivia game with my family and heard the words ‘alpha Centauri’ and immediately burst into hard aggressive tears. Totally not me

[lovewilltellamillionstories]

I thought I'd make peace with it being released in two parts, cause it just how it be now. But nah it's so stupid, just let us binge and be done with it.

[kyouka-supremacy]

BSD S3 | BSD S5

[insidethejeffersonian]

[laundrybiscuits]

(purify our misfit ways tag)

“Wait,” says Steve. “That’s Eddie? Your boyfriend Eddie?”

Robin gags theatrically. “Ew, gross. Not my boyfriend, just a friend.”

Steve frowns. “Gross is kinda harsh. He’s the only guy you ever talk about, how was I supposed to know he’s not your boyfriend?”

“Uh, by maybe not assuming that I can’t just have a non-boyfriend friend who’s a boy? Or that I have to have a boyfriend at all in the first place? It’s not harsh for me not to want to date him.”

“Sure, whatever. Go ahead and live your sexless nerd life all you want.” Steve rolls his eyes, and Robin was right the first time, he really is a douchebag. She can’t believe she thought any differently, even for a moment.

“So, what’s up with the guy who’s not your boyfriend? Like, what’s his deal?”

Robin regards him narrowly. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, god. Am I not allowed to ask questions?”

“Steve Harrington,” says Robin. “You have been shockingly un-terrible so far. And I do mean shockingly. Every single time we have a shift together and you’re not the absolute scum of the earth, it is a shock to my system from which I will never truly recover. I might even risk permanent nerve damage and acknowledge that you have successfully achieved the rank of my least hated coworker, if only because Gordon is a total creep and Jenny doesn’t even pretend to clean up after herself. Despite this momentous achievement: if you start harassing Eddie, I swear on my life I will end you. There will be nothing left but a faint whiff of Aqua Net lingering in the air.”

“I’m not gonna—harass him! Or anyone! Jeez, Robin!”

Steve crosses his arms, sulking, because he’s a giant baby. Robin does feel a miniscule twinge of guilt, because she wasn’t lying; she’ll die before admitting it, but the last couple weeks working with Steve have been almost—fun, kind of. He’s still a dingus who screws up all the time, but he lets her boss him around without complaining or challenging her in some dumb boy way, and he has the kind of acid-tongued apathy towards the general public that normally takes years of social exile to develop. He actually laughs at her jokes most of the time, even when they’re mean.

But…Eddie’s being admittedly extremely weird, and she knows where her loyalties lie. She’ll be damned if she lets anyone scent weakness, no matter how much they may or may not have changed since high school.

“Just leave Eddie alone, okay?” she says. “He got enough of your shit at school.”

“I don’t even remember him from school,” whines Steve. “The hell are you talking about?”

“You didn’t remember me, either,” says Robin.

She remembers him, though. Everyone remembers Steve Harrington, whether they want to or not. Big house, no parents. Walked through the halls like there was a carpet rolled out in front of him, some girl on his arm and his sycophants milling.

The surge of vicious satisfaction she feels at the sight of him now, trapped behind a counter and dressed like a joke for minimum wage, is strong enough to make her pause. She knows this one: schadenfreude. Joy in others’ misfortune.

This isn’t who she wants to be.

She goes over to lean against the counter next to him.

“Listen, you’ll be out of here in the fall, right? Before you know it, Hawkins will just be a weird, distant memory. I’m sure your first college kegstand will propel you to all-new heights of popularity.”

“I’m, uh.” Steve looks away, scratching at his jaw. “I’m actually just. Taking some time right now. Figuring out my next moves, you know.”

“In Hawkins?” Robin stares at him incredulously. If she had to take a gap year, she’d—well, actually, she might need to take a gap year in Hawkins to save up if she can’t get enough financial aid. There’s no way Steve Harrington’s doing that, though.

“Aren’t you, like, rich?” she blurts out. She would be the worst spy in the entire world, god. “I mean, aren’t your parents paying for college?”

Steve’s still not looking at her. “They, uh, kinda cut me off. I’m not—I don’t know if I’m going to college. Might not be for me. Like I said, I’m just…figuring things out right now.”

“Um, okay,” she says. Robin’s getting that itchy feeling she gets sometimes, when it seems like people around her are having a totally different conversation than the one they’re having with their actual voices. It’s like trying to translate something from a new language, except she doesn’t have a dictionary or any guidebooks, just a torrent of meaning locked away where she can’t reach. And that would be fine, she likes figuring that kind of puzzle out in other contexts, but everyone else seems to be totally fluent in the silent language while Robin’s struggling to follow along at the slowest possible pace, and—

Oh. Steve didn’t get into college.

“What about technical school?” she says, before her brain can really catch up. “I mean—um, I just mean, like, if you’re not sure if the traditional college thing is for you, I know some people who—they prefer technical college. As an alternative.” Why can’t she ever, ever shut up? Steve doesn’t want to talk about this, she knows he doesn’t want to talk about this.

He drags his hand through his hair, dislodging the stupid sailor hat, and huffs out a laugh. It doesn’t sound happy. “Don’t think that’s for me either.”

And sure, if she’d actually stopped to think about it for a second, she might’ve been able to guess that in a place like Hawkins, even being captain of the swim team probably isn’t enough to snag a sports scholarship, and there’s no way Steve’s grades are even remotely okay. He’s just always seemed like the kind of guy who was going somewhere, who had a golden future, and she’d hated him a little bit for that.

So: Steve Harrington, high school graduate. Sure. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Robin actually does know plenty of people who didn’t go to college. But almost all of those people are her parents’ flower-child friends who wanted to explore the world and do drugs and make art, not polo-clad jocks who don’t seem to even be aware that there’s a world outside Hawkins. It’s taking her a second to adjust.

“Yeah, I don’t think Eddie’s doing the college thing either,” she says. It’s an apology, though she hopes he doesn’t take it that way.

“He’s not?” says Steve, blinking as if the very notion of Eddie voluntarily submitting to higher education wasn’t completely laughable.

“I think he’s probably going to be a famous rockstar or something someday. He’s, like, crazy good on the guitar, you should hear him play.”

“Sure,” snorts Steve. “Tell you what, if we’re ever in the same room for more than two seconds, I’ll listen to whatever he’s got.”

(ETA: First chapter of this fic has been edited/expanded and posted on AO3)

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

my first meme of the season please clap

[spikes-got-anger-issues]

This is such a funny promo picture, he's just like "Here the fuck I am"

[jimmyspades]