#but godddd that scene is just so awful and sad

[autumnrory]

thinking about how like, if ASP had written season 7 with the final four words she used in the revival, that would've been a bummer no matter what, not because you can't make it work getting pregnant that young, obviously the whole premise of the show is someone who did make it work even younger than that, but with a reboot, it COULD HAVE been a truly lovely moment to end on rory telling her mom she's pregnant instead of the shock and horror (lol i saw a gifset the other day and lauren really overplayed the shock, it's so dramatic sdkjfksj like rory is 32, even if her situation isn't ideal, it's not as huge as it might've been at 22) like....just thinking how it could've been a different story, sure, with the typical drama and struggles we see in gilmore girls, but an ending where the pregnancy is good news would've been so much better, to see that bonding moment, to see lorelai find out she's going to be a grandmother and the two of them basking in the joy.....ugh it makes me so sad that they did that to rory honestbhly

[seiwas]

omg im scared my tags are gonna get cut out

were he not born to be a hero he must surely be born for this. <- I LOOOOVE THISS my GODD are u KIDDDDINGME i looooove that so much monty :(( how it ties back in to the start!!

and the way!! he uses what he learned on izuku. and izuku really DID burst into a million tears 🥺 poor guy probs needs it THE MOST WAAAH i loooove this lil interaction i am MUSH

and when he realises its different from touching you??? OHHHH. BOYYYYYY.

i love this monty thank u for writing this

STEADY BEGINNINGS ┊ TODOROKI SHOUTO

tags: GN reader, developing relationship (eventual friends to lovers), touch starved shouto, physical affection (hand holding + long hugs), good god the yearning, obliviousness, jealousy, fluff + angst, pro hero shouto, reader works at hero agency

wc: 3.8K

series masterlist: 2/5

Shouto was born to be a hero.

It is a sentiment shared by reporters and fans alike. Todoroki Shouto, the pride of Endeavor, the saving grace of his family name. True, his development had been entirely up to chance—no matter the intent or cruel desperation behind his father’s actions, he had to rely on the probability that the next offspring would win the genetic lottery—but low and behold, he did, and to many people that alone was a sign of destiny at work.

Ultimately, he chose to continue the path of being a hero himself, but no higher being put him there. His father did. At the time of his birth Shouto had not been a son, not even a baby. He was a project. A small, shapeless, squirmy thing. Malleable, like any young mind. It’s a miracle he retained any will and individuality.

Sometimes when alone with his thoughts, Shouto would hypothesise on the whys and the hows. The conclusion he always comes to is this: any sort of reality in which Shouto succumbs to his father’s ideals and manipulation would have to be a world in which his mother does not exist.

While his existence was planned, and wanted, he was to be a hero and as such, wasn’t cut from love—that came after. He loved his mother. So much so that when she hurt, he hurt. When she cried, he cried. She taught him what it meant to be gentle, to have hope, to aspire to be his own person. Years spent amongst the country's finest heroes and Shouto still regarded his mother as the bravest woman he knew, strong because she refused to be hardened by her circumstances; soft so that she can’t be broken again.

You are like his mother in that regard. Those same echoes of reassurance that softness isn’t weakness, and it isn’t earned. You’ve been touching him more as of late, as if determined to prove it. Static between brushed fingertips, words expressed by simply pressing your knees together, the weight of your hand on his bicep to garner his attention. The build up is subtle and cumulative and yet each instance strikes him with the magnitude of a thermodynamic explosion.

Nobody bats an eyelid to this shift in physicality, which makes it all the more difficult to determine whether he is reading into things or not. It could be that he’s noticing those small instances only because it’s you, and you are all he can think about lately.

You’ve given him permission to reciprocate. He merely has to ask for more if he wants it. What Shouto hadn’t accounted for is the unbearability of being vulnerable enough to ask. An innocent “can you hug me?” becomes so much more daunting to voice with all that longing crowded up behind it. He can’t help worrying you’ll see right through to the bottom of his desires.

A hand comes into view. Bakugo’s ash-smudged finger and thumb pinch and snap together in front of his face. “Come back to Earth, dumbass. Your thousand yard stare is scarin’ my new assistant”.

Shouto blinks out of his stupor and the blurred vignette surrounding his vision recedes. He glances at the skittish man sitting outside Bakugo’s office currently sending worried glances over his shoulder. “I think he’s more scared that you’re back,” Shouto intones dryly. “Isn’t he the fourth one this year?”

“Not my fault they’re all wimps,” Bakugo huffs. A slap reverberates around the office as he throws down a manila folder onto his desk and drops heavily into his chair. He regards Shouto with suspicion overtop his computer monitor. “Whatever you were just thinkin’ about—stop”.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking about”.

“I know you always manage to make Olympic level leaps in logic,” Bakugo rolls his eyes and tears open the folder. He slides out what Shouto assumes is a debrief and flips it between his fingers. Shouto keeps quiet. He reclines into the couch cushions and returns to reading the incident report on his lap, counting down from ten in the privacy of his mind. Anytime now.

Three, two, one.

“So what is it?” Bakugo asks, trying too hard to sound flippant but landing squarely on irritation. “Spit it out before you give yourself an aneurysm”.

Shouto opens his mouth and closes it again. A wave of hot embarrassment washes over him. He knows Bakugo will do him the kindness of being blunt and honest but it doesn’t make it any less humiliating to admit.

In their younger years Shouto saw something of a kindred spirit in Bakugo. He too did not like touch and aggressively voiced his distaste for it whenever he got the chance—which was often, because divine intervention sought fit to give him the most tactile, handsy friend group possible.

As they got older though, Shouto began to realise that the protests and threats were hollow. Despite being vehemently against affection, Bakugo would allow it anyway, and sometimes even seek it out. The aggression was bravado. Bakugo liked having his friends draped around his shoulders. He liked when Mina kissed his cheek, or Kaminari played with his hair, or Kirishima gathered him into a too-tight hug, or Sero tangled their ankles together on the couch.

Only, for him to comfortably accept it, Bakugo needed to act as though he were doing them a favour by allowing them into his space. And Bakugo’s friends played along without complaint.

From what he’s observed you are also an affectionate person. You are liberal with your warmth and adapt seamlessly to the boundaries of those around you. But you were also visibly uncomfortable whenever people took that affinity for intimacy as an open invitation, and recoiled if they encroached on your own.

Shouto has imagined reaching out only for your body to flinch away from him more times than he can count. It’s a battle staged in his head, ingrown fears. The possibility alone was enough to keep him from reciprocating, set in a state of fawn-like inertia.

“There’s somebody I want to get closer to. A friend,” he begins. Bakugo makes an inquisitive noise, props his cheek against his fist and narrows his eyes as he listens. Shouto retells the story in part, deciding to omit your name, and by the tail-end of it Bakugo’s forehead is deeply creased in dissatisfaction.

“You make all your own problems, Halfie. Y’know that?” he mutters, rubbing at the bridge of his nose and sinking back into his chair. “Fine, you don’t want to make this person uncomfortable, or whatever. If you need a hug so damn badly, why not ask Deku? Not like he’d say no”.

Knowing Bakugo would make his dilemma sound ridiculous is one thing, actually hearing it is another. “How do you know it isn’t about Midoriya,” Shouto returns petulantly.

“It ain’t Izuku or anyone else from your nerd squad,” Bakugo says, dropping his hand to drum on the desk. “I would’ve heard about it”.

“Why?”

“Because you don’t touch people. And that’s fuckin’ fine, yeah? But if you had, I know for a fact any one of them would’ve burst into tears and told everyone in a five mile radius”.

“Oh,” it leaves him a little off-kilter to hear. Shouto leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, setting the report on the dark wood coffee table. The corner of the page is curled, and the spine is creased, and the ink annotation has smudged under his thumb. He details these things as he deliberates, the excuses cloying in his throat and thick like he might cry too.

Bakugo was right—if he craved close contact so badly, why couldn’t he go to Midoriya? He knows he would likely be met with enthusiasm.

“You don't have to tell me who. I don’t care. But you’re overthinking it,” Bakugo grunts at his lack of response, in a way that very much suggests that he cares. “Go ask. If they say ‘no’ it’s tough shit, but the world isn’t gonna end. From what you’ve told me they wouldn’t say ‘no’ anyway. Dumbass”.

Shouto nods and gives up the pretense of reading the paperwork. He feels coltish as he stands and brushes down his front, straightening the creases.

“You’re right”.

“I know”.

“Thank you, Bakugo,” he says. A small smile unfurls across his anxiety-bitten mouth. “You’re a good friend”.

“Shut up,” Bakugo grumbles. It’s a testament to his concern that he hadn’t cursed Shouto there and then. “Now get out of my office. What are you doing here in the first place? You got your own!”

“Yours gets all the sunlight. And it’s always quiet because nobody comes in here,” Shouto ignores the baleful slit of an eye Bakugo turns on him. “I’m going to take my lunch now”.

“Do what you want,” Bakugo dismisses haughtily, and Shouto smiles while thinking, not for the first time, that he’s very lucky to have friends like these.

The fidgety assistant bows as he exits and turns into the sun-drenched hallway. Warmth drapes around Shouto’s shoulders, lingering at his nape while he descends the dark stairwell where the light doesn’t reach. His boots thud against the linoleum, and he counts each footfall to keep his face neutral as his legs carry him toward your department.

Somewhere between one and one hundred and thirteen, a fraction of Shouto’s courage starts to dwindle. He grits his teeth. A hundred steps can’t be enough to dissuade him after decades of denying himself any kind of indulgence.

The further he goes into the support wing the more elaborate the layout becomes. You’re in research and development, assigned a workshop close to the quirk analysts. Heads turn as Shouto rolls through. Heroes didn’t often make personal visits to this area. If he thinks hard enough he could count a grand number of two past visits and neither of them were for you.

His stride falters when he catches sight of your nameplate. It is fixed to the wall outside your door, polished and gleaming proudly. Shouto traces the characters of your name engraved into steel before raising his hand to knock.

Your voice rings out from inside, “Come in!”

A pitched beeping sound comes from overhead. The workshop doors begin to open in a theatrical fashion, receding like curtains to reveal your space. The floor is mapped out with tape. Clear boundaries drawn between the work benches, the fume cupboards, the vault and your personal office, in an attempt at organised chaos. He might have been more interested in poking around for the first time if he had not felt on the edge of intrusion.

You’re tucked behind your curved desk surrounded by numerous monitors that dwarf your frame. Shouto furtively takes in your cute, rumpled appearance. The upper half of your coveralls have been undone to reveal an undervest, sleeves tied tight around and accentuating your waist.

“Take a seat, I’ll be with you in…” the dull tapping of practiced keystrokes comes to a stop as you notice him in the doorway. The professional veneer disappears. “Shouto?” you say, mostly to yourself. Your gaze slides beyond his shoulder, looking for whoever might be accompanying him. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a worried twist in your mouth that he wants to smudge away. A look in your eyes—a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at his being. Shouto rolls his shoulders, shaking off the tension, and moving deeper into your office. The doors close automatically behind him. “I’m okay,” he assures, taking the seat across from you.

Your expression gentles, and he likes how your gaze follows him. “I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me,” he continues. “But if you’re working I can head back”.

“Lunch?” you repeated. Your eyes darted to the corner of the monitor closest to you and promptly widened. “Oh, shit. When did that happen?”

An upswing of fondness catches him like a blow to the chest. His mouth quirks into a smirk. “How long have you been here?”

“Too long. I got lumped with a new project a few days ago and it’s almost done,” the monitors shut off one by one as you sheepishly press each button. Then you gave him a soft, apologetic look, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. Must’ve missed me if you came all the way down here”.

Dread shriked through him. The low whirring from the equipment scattered around your workspace is suddenly inordinately loud. Was he that obvious?

You, however, fail to notice Shouto’s anxiety and grab him around the wrist as you pivot the desk. “C’mon. Let’s go before the good stuff is gone,” you tell him.

Shouto had absolutely no clue what the ‘good stuff’ entailed—maybe he should’ve bothered to ask. Atleast it would take his mind off your hand. It’s wrapped around his sleeve, right where the fabric ends, loose enough for him to unshackle from if he wants. When he doesn’t protest the contact you stroke your thumb in an arc over the heel of his hand and squeeze.

Shouto falls into step, too caught up to realise you’ve taken him to the cafeteria. He expects you’ll drop his wrist in the presence of your colleagues, yet you adjust your grip and glance back at him with an encouraging tilt of your head.

“I’m starving. I think I’ll get a rice bowl. Smells pretty good today, don’t you think?”

Shouto hummed his agreement. He felt out of his depth, and he didn’t trust his voice. The spark of giddiness was doing embarrassing things to his throat. The line is mercifully short and before long he has a warm bowl of food held against his front.

“Did you want to sit in here? I can take us to one of the senior staff lounges instead if you want,” you cast a nervous look across the sparse crowd. “I mean, support engineers aren’t really gossiping types but…”

A petty part of him hoped the whispers would escalate. To have your name linked with his, to be known as a person that you cared about—he found that deeply satisfying, for reasons he couldn’t yet put his finger on.

Then again, being alone with you far eclipsed the appeal of flaunting your friendship. “The senior staff lounge sounds best,” he answers after a minute of feigned consideration. You nod, regretfully having dropped his hand, and motion for him to follow once more.

The lounge is a modest room with a kitchenette, a breakfast nook and a few bean bag chairs. It smells faintly like peeled oranges. There are post it notes and blueprints haphazardly stuck to the pinboard, covering an out of date calendar filled out in illegible scrawl. This is no shop awning. There is no rainfall to lend to the ambiance. But you are together in an enclosed space, and that is enough to make his heart beat in anticipation.

You scoot into the breakfast nook. He sits on the same side of the table and tries to subtly spread his knees enough to nudge your thigh. You side-glance in surprise but choose not to mention it. Instead you smile through your first mouthful and ask, “How've things been since I last saw you?”

Achy, like he’s used an atrophied muscle. Lonely, and frustrating beyond words. But he doesn’t say any of that. He digs crescents into his thigh through his pant leg and says, “Boring”.

“Figured that might be the case. I saw the livestream of you fighting Haywire,” you bump your shoulder against his. “The Commission probably dumped a whole load of paperwork on you, huh?”

Shouto wrinkles his nose. He hoped you hadn’t caught that fight. The pursuit of Haywire—an eco terrorist with an electrical quirk—managed to cause an unprecedented amount of damage to the city infrastructure.

“You handled it as best you could. The power grid can be fixed. What’s important is people are alive because of you,” a warm weight covers the fingers restlessly whittling at his pant leg. You pet his hand, “I’m glad you weren’t hurt”.

Guided solely by his impulses, the instant you start to draw back he envelops the top of your hand and sandwiches it between his own. He goes hot and cold all over in quick succession. Boundaries, he reminds himself. But you’re not pulling away. You’re studying him with a knowing gleam in your eye.

Shouto clears his throat. Heat pricks across his skin, concentrated in his cheekbones. “Sorry,” he says. You can ask, a memory echoes. “Is this okay?”

“You don’t have to apologise. I told you it’s fine,” you reply firmly. “I’m happy to remind you if you need to hear it”.

“No, I…” his brow furrows. “I’ve been thinking”.

“That’s not good”.

Shouto snorts and shakes his head, his amusement petering out into a shallow breath. “I want to ask. I’ve wanted to ask like you said I could,” he explains vaguely. “I’m not very good at it, I think”.

You make a soft, understanding sound that immediately sets him at ease. “I guess, after denying yourself something for so long it can be scary to let yourself have it again,” you murmur, a faraway look in your eyes. After a pensive moment the sheen fades and your laughter lines deepen, “I’ll do what I did before, then. If you look like you need a hug I’ll ask you instead”.

“In what way do I ‘look like’ I need a hug?”

“You get this—I don’t know how to explain it,” you gesture vaguely at him. “This blankness about you, but not your normal resting face, I mean you don’t seem all there. I don’t like it. I like it best when you’re happy”.

“Ah,” comes his eloquent response. Shouto drops his gaze to where your hands knot together. Every quark in his body is urging him to get closer, and remain close. “Bakugo thinks I should try to hug Midoriya, too,” he adds, oddly flustered.

“Huh. You talked to Bakugo about—? That’s a surprise. A nice surprise, I mean! Well, Midoriya does give great hugs. It would be good for you to…”

Shouto’s thoughts grow louder and he frowns down at his rice. You’re saying something about physical touch and wellness and friends. Dopamine and serotonin. It barely registers. Two truths are pinging around his skull.

You have hugged Midoriya. Of course you have. You’re friends.

You think he’s great at it.

Why is that so unsettling? Teenagers think like this. Single minded and overly emotional.

He feels the shifting of your knuckles under his palm. “Hey. You’ll need one of these back if you’re going to eat,” you say.

“Right,” he lifts his left hand and picks up his chopsticks to take a pinch of rice from his bowl. He chews until the clamouring in his mind has settled, and you patiently accept his stoic silence without explanation. Shouto hasn’t been this awkward since highschool, and even then he was too wrapped up in his familial problems to be aware of it.

“What’s the project you’ve been working on?” he eventually asks.

You take the change of topic in your stride, leaning closer and lowering your voice to an excited whisper, “I’m not supposed to tell you but—it’s for Deku’s new costume”.

“Midoriya is getting a new costume?” Shouto replies. You playfully shush him and he pouts a little.

“Don’t sulk. He doesn’t know yet either,” you poke a chopstick at the corner of his jutted mouth. “It’s my job to prepare a design portfolio and talk through everything next week. You’ll get a new one too, when you break the top five”.

“If,” he amends.

“You don’t think you’ll move up?”

“Reaching the top was never really a priority for me,” Shouto’s attention splinters, half of his focus on the conversation and the other on the sensation of your skin. He considers overturning his hand to entwine your fingers. “I just want to be the best hero I can be”.

You hum, and as if plucking the desire right from his mind, absentmindedly slip into the gaps between his fingers. Shouto steadies his breathing and takes another mouthful.

The rest of the hour passes, syrupy and slow like molasses. By the final minute Shouto’s palm is sticky and reluctant to part from yours. You usher him out from the breakfast nook first, stacking the empty bowls before directing him back toward the emptied cafeteria.

You slide the bowls along the counter for the kitchen staff to take. Then you wipe your hands down your front as you pivot to face him, thrusting out both arms as he stands frozen.

“Can I hug you?”

Shouto touches his face and you laugh.

“This is because I want one,” you clarify with a warm grin, beckoning him closer.

Shouto inhales steps into the embrace, his arms instinctively wrapping around your back. There are less layers this time—the heat of your body is overwhelming, alongside the gentle rise of goosebumps across your bare shoulders. Your breath fell gently on his collarbone, his head lowering to curl into you. He thinks, were he not born to be a hero, he must surely be born for this.

“Thank you,” you mumble, squeezing his waste a final time as you retreat. “I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

Shouto nods. Your presence moves away like the sun being blocked out and he watches you go, departing words caught in his teeth, an incessant buzz in his fingertips. The walk back to his office is a gauzy yellow haze. Every physiological response in his body told him that he was in a free fall, despite his feet being firmly on the ground.

“Shouto!”

Shouto halts mid-step at the familiar voice. He turns to look at Izuku, at the tentative beginnings of his smile. “Izuku,” he says.

“We missed you at lunch—are you feeling alright?” Izuku asks, slightly bemused. “You look kinda… floaty,” his eyes are dark, softened in the afternoon light as they sweep over Shouto’s figure and his face.

"Izuku," Shouto said before he could convince himself otherwise, “Do you want a hug?”

The innocent question appeared to crash into Izuku with the levity of a bullet train in motion. Tears sprang to his eyes, brighter now. Shouto tenses as he is swept into a solid hug. Izuku smells like fresh air, sweat and sweet-salty broth. He holds Shouto as though trying to keep his seams from bursting; thick arms are secure around his shoulders, and a rough palm rubs broad strokes down his back, smoothing the tension until Shouto is relaxed.

You were right. Izuku does give great hugs. Shouto came away doughy, and fuller, and with the stark realisation that while touching Izuku soothed the ache, it still felt completely different to touching you.

Later, as he leaned his head against the desk surface, he sluggishly contemplated the implications of that.

[kexing]

i know i’m the world’s most suspicious person to talk about forcebook but MY GOD this episode of peaceful property filled me with awe and made me love force and book even more

so much of their characters was about physicality, communicating through dances and glances and playfulness (this last one being one of forcebook’s strongest points alskskks) and they did it all so well!

you could effortlessly tell book’s character was better at dancing than force’s and GODDDD BOOK KASIDET HOW FAR YOU’VE COME!!! THE ACTOR YOU’VE BECOME!!!! the sweetness he poured into vicha’s character, the silent but deep feelings running under the surface. his love was quieter but devastatingly powerful and losing phoom broke him beyond repairing

all with little dialogue and the world’s saddest face brought to you by an ever growing actor like book!!!

and force just took my breath away with the sad scenes. he’s become so good at showing vulnerability on screen and you could see all of phoom’s suffering and heartbreak. he was just a kid and his mother’s rage was far too strong for him to face but GOD phoom loved vicha, he loves him, always will!!!!!

phoom and vicha’s connection is so strong that vicha won’t leave this earth. they don’t really want to separate even though death already did it. it’s heartbreaking, it’s moving, it’s so very HUMAN

all portrayed beautifully by force and book!!!!! their chemistry is, as always, UNMATCHED!!!! and the actor who played older force too. what a performance!!! writing through my tears!!!! this was excellent tv!!!!

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale S5 Ep16 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts under cut to keep tag clean!

- Archie feeling guilty about his platoon :(

- “Considering you always screw things up…” GO OFF QUEEN!

- Oh thank you for stopping the random musical number but still fuck you Penelope. ‘A young man of few words’ the writers coming after themselves wow

- Jughead 🥺🥺 but what was the point of that scene with Alice (though I’m glad to see her) like—they could’ve just waited for Betty to be available…

- Jughead apologizing to Principal Weatherbee for his apology tour

- Hermosa and Reggie ew but also Veronica’s reaction is priceless. "What KIND of thing?"But it’s sad yet telling that she had more reaction to Reggie x Hermosa than Barcheating. Fuck these writers smh

- I mean Penelope should be in jail but we’re gonna skirt over that huh… but anyways lets upstage her for the millionth time

- THE ANIMOSITY IN VERONICA’S VOICE ASDFGHJKL;

- God poor Archie…

- “I don’t think it’s a war you can win.” “Maybe not, but it’s a war worth fighting.” YES ARCHIE GO TAKE DOWN GENERAL TAYLOR!

- Hiram being dumb enough to not change his locks after his previous co-worker (?) goes to work with his daughter/rival

- OMG CHERONICA?! FUCK. bugdead really helping everyone actually get screen time together we love to see it! fuck bhva <3

- Jughead wearing purple, Jeronica’s color muah

- Jabitha in Pop’s <3

- Betty sabotaging Jughead in whatever way possible without even truly meaning to r.i.p.

- I hate this ministry cult church bs plot but Cheryl’s outfit is *chef’s kiss*

- Archie being Archie and doing the good thing by asking him to step down, hoping/believing that he would be as good as him and step down :(

- … He’s still a solider who WENT TO WAR? Saw awful shit? The army is not some elite group you freak

- Better opening wounds than to let some asshole gets away with murdering many men and therefore CREATING those open wounds...

- Jughead don’t use her novels… don’t do it… I know you will and that you’ll end up not going through with it but PLEASE

- God seeing the boy in the hallway all messed up is amazing cinematography, but feels kind of out of place for Riverdale. They can only write and shoot well when it’s a character and plot focused episode instead of an insane all over the place episode

- LMAO VERONICA SAID FUCK YOU HIRAM AS SHE SHOULD HAVE! Not Hiram calling Veronica petty…??? He’s the petty child, aka a little bitch as Josie puts it.

- Of COURSE Nana Rose was a beekeeper…

- That coptercab thing sounds like an awful idea asdfghjkl;

- Veronica finally getting rid of Chad from her life as she should!

- Jughead drinking alcohol :( He was clean for a week my poor baby, but it’s so hard to kick… hopefully the writers actually allow him to grow and get better

- I know bh don’t have sex or anythning but this music is so… suggestive?? Why make it sound like they’re gonna get together again stop babying the Bughead’s after all they’ve done to everyone and this show??? Let them whine and cry

- The guilt Eric must feel for doing that FUCK “let me bring this home for you, it would be my honor” stop this is so 🥺😭

- Penelope decides to stop them after they’ve done two “miracles”??? okay… lol

- WHOREMONGER AND ESCAPED CONVICT if you want her gone just send her back?? QUEEN OF TTHE BEES BROOOO her making her mother flinch damnnnn

- ERIC GOING WITH ARCHIE AWW what a G though

- VERONICA IN PINK MUAH! “If you’re gonna bee a big boy, you gotta party like a big boy.”

- “You’ve impressed me, Chad.” ew over an awful idea fajsdlfahsf okay

- “probably not, Jughead, but-“ the way they’re speaking is so awkward

- Why does Jughead have to apologize for the voicemail when he said nothing wrong?? Sure it was a bit much and toxic but he was RIGHT why can’t people call out Betty?

- “I’m in recovery”Jughead says, drinking alcohol...

- Betty’s not gonna apologize for cheating huh… oh yeah lets also bring up the fact that you stole Yale from Jughead.

- Betty’s more comfortable with serial killers than being a normal person… yeah we know Betty

- Betty choosing a serial killer over Jughead BUGDEAD!

- Jughead she’s never taken accountability, she’s not going to stop

- Jughead admitting it wasn’t his novel. Good for him, even though he’s gonna lose his career :(

- BETTY JUST LEAVING LMAO OKAY—

- “my boysenberry is blowing up!” asdfghjkl; Veronica sabotaging Chad MUAH WE STAN! YOU’LL NEVER BE AN ALPHA, CHAD, YOU’RE A BORN BETA.

- So now everyone knows that Chad crashed the helicopter and nothing’s gonna happen bc of it huh

- JABITHA GOT A POP’S HANDHOLD OH MY GODDDD

- “Why are you so nice to me?” Jughead never being able to tell when anyone (aka Tabitha and Veronica) is into him what a babie

- It’s so telling that Betty sees Jughead drinking and says absolutely nothing and only talks about what’s going on with her, but Tabitha immediately makes sure that he’s going to continue going to AA and get better. Jabitha eating Bughead up (which isn’t hard to do considering Bughead was never anything good)

- THEY TOOK GENERAL TAYLOR DOWN!! And Eric isn’t in trouble 🥺🥺

- Tabitha going to help Betty muah we love one of the best girls in Riverdale!

- Not Cheryl thinking she’s a witch… like sure I’ve thought of this for a CAOS/Riverdale crossover but—

- “I’ve got this bad feeling about what happens next.” me after every episode of Riverdale bc of thee dumb ass plots

- When the two miners are Archie and Eric and we get Betty digging him out despite how dangerous it is!

- “If Archie dies, you die.” We stan Veronica Lodge <3

[oncefutureemrys]

Title 1: When The Clock Strikes Twelve.

Title 2: All Eyes On Us.

Bc I'm awful and couldn't choose which to send you

ooooo I LOVE YOUR TITLESS hehe i already have some ideas... oh godddd

Hopefully you like themmmmmm!

When The Clock Strikes Twelve

They say that when the clock strikes twelve on hunting day, those who are left outside are instantly killed.

They say that those that are left outside are picked since birth — that the tiny marks they are born with signify that the Gods picked them for a reason: to be their ultimate sacrifice.

When the mothers and fathers cry and beg to not take their children away, they say that this is how it must be, that this is the way to return the favor to the Gods.

When the children attempt to rebel against the system, attempt to gain back the life they think they deserve, they say that these individuals should feel lucky that they will be sacrificed, that they should wear their marks with honor.

When the people question the motive, they repeat the same phrase that they had always had: that those who were born with the marks were to ultimately give their life over to the Gods. 

They say it over and over again until the mothers and fathers stop crying, until the children who were lucky to be marked accept their fate. They repeat it over and over until the people stop questioning it, believing in their words.

But Merlin’s never believed that.

Even when he’s been taught that this was what the Gods wanted from him, even when he was taught that he would never live past his eighteenth birthday, even when he was told to never dream because he would never get experience any of them.

Merlin had never believed.

They say that when the clock strikes twelve on hunting day, those who are left outside are instantly killed.

But Merlin’s not about to let that happen.

-OR-

A world where those who are born with soul markings are incorrectly thought to be markings signifying a sacrifice to the Gods. Merlin, “lucky” to have such a marking, is told that he must stand outside at midnight on hunting day as a way to appease the Gods.

And it’s during that same day that he decides to finally make a break for it.

At first I got Cinderella vibes from it... and then... this is what happened haha. so uhhhhh this is a thing I guess. 

All Eyes On Us

Arthur could not believe that he had gotten the role.

He had been wanting to be an actor since his first play in primary school and had never quit since then. There had been many people who had stood in his way ever since, but he had pushed through and it seemed to have finally paid off as he was standing right outside the door to his destiny, having just been given a role that would boost his career.

Sure, he had given up so many of his other dreams, his other wants for this moment and while Arthur’s heart sunk a little at all he had lost, he knew that it was for the best. This was his first dream, this was what he truly wanted. And at the end of the day, he was happy to be in the position he was now.

Arthur takes a deep breath before nodding to himself, straightening his shoulders and knocking in the door. They allow him access and he opens the door, about to start a new journey, a journey that Arthur is so lucky and fortunate to be on.

And then he stops as soon as he enters, fixated on a familiar face. His eyes widen and his breathing stops and his mouth is wide open and his heart constricts. He’s suddenly remembering memories from five years ago — memories of giggles of joy, of inside jokes and stolen looks, of midnight meet-ups and fake flirting. Memories of light kisses, and secret handholding, and wide, happy grins. Memories of cuddles on the couch, of waking up early just to watch the rise and fall of his chest, watching his dark curls fall down his face. He’s reminded of angry fights and slamming doors and heartfelt apologies and tearful goodbyes and loud silences that neither of them knew how to fill.

He’s reminded of all of this as he stands idiotically in the middle of the room, looking at the same man he had first ever loved. The man he was still in hopelessly in love with.

-OR-

Merlin and Arthur were in a committed relationship until Arthur decided to leave it, believing it would distract him from his goals of becoming an actor.

Now, five years later, they’re both the lead stars in a romantic movie, and suddenly all of those old feelings Arthur had pushed away come hurtling back into his life.

Unfortunately for him, he now has to pretend he’s madly in love with Merlin on screen while also simultaneously pretending he’s not completely and stupidly in love with Merlin off screen. To make matters worse, Merlin’s in a committed relationship and doesn’t seem to be interested in Arthur in the slightest. Coupled with the fact that the fans are shipping them crazily, inching their way closer to the truth of their past, and Arthur’s life has just gotten a whole lot crazier than ever before.

I’ve actually had that fic in mind for some time now so when I saw the title I immediately thought of that idea and so now here it is.

Anyway, hope you liked the present! See, I’m not evil and send you sad scenes to cry to. This is just me letting you fall into a false sense of security before I rip it away from you by sending you all of the sad scenes from the show.

Anyway, if you want more ideas, send me a fake fic title and a ship and I’ll see what I can do!

[sweetangelanon]

Oz comes off to me as either having a skunk furb

A snowball

OR CHURCH MOUSE

THE VOTING STARTS NOW

OSWALD NEEDS A FURBY STAT!!! HE NEEDS ONE RIGHT NEEOOWWW!!!!! he HE NEEDS HIS LITTLE BUUDDDYY

[lightwoodsmagic]

I didn’t know you liked Shadowhunters!!!

Hiya love!

I love this ask because my url is lightwoods (Alec) magic (for Magnus) and not many people make the connection! Also they’re still my header 🥰

I would d i e for Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane, individually and as a couple. I could talk for literal HOURS about how wonderfully their relationship was represented and shown and how healthy their communication was and their growth both as individuals and as a couple and just. I could talk for HOURS, anon.

Matt and Harry were also brilliant together, onscreen and off, and I could gush about their chemistry and friendship forever.

I will not, though. I will spare you all having to deal with that.

I also will not talk about the books except to say they’re awful in comparison to the show and yes I read them before the show and also yes CC is the literal worst.

I WILL MAKE YOU LOOK AT MALEC GIFS THO because you’ve sent me into a spiral, fuck.

LOOK AT THEM. LAUGHING AND KISSING JUST 😪 this whole scene was so beautiful.

The desperation?! The overwhelming relief when he realises Magnus isn’t dead? Fuck me UP.

CONTROL YOUR FOND, Lightwood. Jesus.

Also Alec freaking out over his mum and Magnus finally getting along was a mood.

Baby gay closeted Alec overwhlemed by beautiful glittery man.

That scene. Always. Fucks me up. It is SO beautifully devastating and raw and just. It’s my FAVOURITE Malec scene, which is massive considering its SO sad and heartbreaking, but wow. The nuzzle because he thinks they’re okay right before Magnus shatters everything? Oof.

Although THIS SCENE?! Fucked me up DAYS. So fucking heart wrenching. Magnus didn’t have anything left and Alec hated making the decision but thought he was saving Magnus’ life and couldn’t tell him?! GOD.

GODDDD STOP IT 😪

...um excuse me sirs this is...a training room? Other people do stuff here?

And of COURSE my all time favourite boy saying ‘fuck you’ to the bullshit laws and rules and stopping his arranged marriage to kiss the love of his life.

Wow I’m not okay.

Anyway, I miss Malec.

[booasaur]

I watch New Amsterdam with my grandma sometimes and godddd Lauren and Leyla!!! 😍 My grandma was as unsurprised as I was lol. I haven’t seen the whole show and idk if I will (medical dramas/hospitals give me massive anxiety) but I love them and am definitely more invested now haha.

Yesss, I love that we all called it. Although it makes me laugh when I’m posting gifsets of their kiss now and my xkit quick tags still have “but subtext”. To think I only stopped using that for them starting last ep. But it did made the build better, that they took so much time developing the relationship first.

Aw, you don’t need to force yourself, there is a lot of pain and sadness, even if this is one of the more uplifting medical shows. For what it’s worth, my friend who also gets anxious at certain scenes and just, death, binged the whole show, but watched the medical bits at x2 speed. Not that you have to, of course, just mentioning that. There’s a lot of characterization in between them, if you wanna skip around.

And isn’t the feeling of investment building up over time fun! I have like, 17 asks left to answer about just last night and that’s so much for a ship that technically just started, but it’s that buildup, right, people getting weeks to check it out before it even went canon. As much as I love the convenience of binge shows, I can’t help but imagine what the experience would be like if series like The Wilds and TBH and Atypical were airing weekly.

[badmoon--rising]

Shape Shifted

Isaac :( god. I can’t do it.

What neighborhood is this where Jackson lives right across from Isaac

Eat shit old man 🖕 the one good thing Jackson does

Dream About Changing ;__; ALLISOOOONN YOU ARE SO YOUNGG AND WVERYRJING IS SO FUCKED UP AROUNF YOU

Scoootttt :((( he’s so fucking scared UGH I hate it I just want him to be happy

GOD. ARGENT DATE NIGHT. TORTURING A MAN. Love how the guy they torture is one of the directors lmao

Derek :) ❤️ you look so ominous in the shadows tonight

Lmao how many times has Scott tried to kill Stiles

THE WAY COACH GOES eeeeegghhhh I’m just gonna walk away

Ughh. Love at first “there’s another werewolf in the room”

Ohhhhh Lydiaaa

Stiles being like “ok what do you need how can I help I’m gonna make a plan I gotchu bro” and books it across the field

GOD THIS SEQUENCE IS SO FUNNYYYYY [sniiiIIFFffff] SCOTT I ADORE YOU

Eat shit Matt, that’s what you get for being boring as fuck

DANNYYYYYYYYY 💕💕💕💕💕💕 “oh... it’s nice :)” I LOVE THIS SCENE

But that scene is only followed up by the inherent romance in tackling each other on the lacrosse field and meeting each other’s glowing werewolf eyes and trusting the other with your protection 🥺

The way Isaac looks back to Scott as he’s being taken away by the police..... stop it

Scott cant stop thinking about him SHUT UP

Danny in the bg like “y’all talk about werewolves way too damn loud”

YES! YES! YES! YES! THE PAPER BALL SCENE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY ITS SO SILENT I LOVE IT, AND THEN THEY CUT DIRECTLY TO ANOTHER SILENT MOMENT THIS IS COMEDY

Nice magazine idiot

God. Gerard is so terrifying

“Perfect grades” yeah sure. Okay. Stiles, you’re gonna get the most intense ADHD burnout of your life

This episode is really funny

God Jackson shut up I hate you

UGHHH SCOTT RUNNING TO SEE ISAAC AS HES BEING DRIVEN AWAY BY THE COPS AND THEY JUST HAVE THIS FUCKING LOOK ITS CALLED LOVE ITS CALLED LOVE

SHEKDKDNDKGKKF HI DEREK

Chris is trying to defy his father so hard it makes me so sad. He doesn’t want to kill kids

Nice godfather reference

GOD I hate Colton’s delivery on “documenting history......... MY history” I cant stand his acting

LMAOOOOOO DEREK BEING LIKE I SAW YOU SMELLING GUYS. IM GOING TO STARE AT YOU NOW. He’s so funny I love him

“Did it look that bad?” “..........[little hug] yea.”

YESSSS THE CLAW MARK TRACING THING THAT THEY DO EVERY SEASON 💕💕

Hi Derek you are so fast

:) Allison calling Stiles on the phone :) I want them to be friends

Omg I’m making a comic about the talk Scott has with Derek, the “I want him out, he’s my responsibility too” scene so stay tuned for that

God Jackson I hate you. The bitch has a whole master bedroom. Fuck you

Damn. Allison really shot a man in the leg and had no emotional reaction to it at all. She’s so fucked up.

Gotta agree with Stiles on this one. Scott being like “lock me in the freezer that was used to torture and abuse someone” is an awful plan. Never liked that writing choice it just sucks on all levels and I don’t like seeing Scott in there.....

Isaaaaacccc :(

STOOOPPP THIS SCENE IS SO FUNNY

First of all..... how did Derek get in Stiles’s jeep?? like, he has his own car, he doesn’t need Stiles to drive him?? AND in the scene when Stiles is calling Scott, nobody is there with him in the car shdjsjfkdkf Derek sprinting to Stiles before he gets to the station and he’s just like “I need a ride I don’t have my car” like he fucking forgot it or something

[look] [look] [look] [look] “........I’m taking my hand off....”

Holy shit is that the first time we see Derek laugh??

Stiles being like “practice flirting with her on me, go ahead” is so much this scene is hilarious

STILES IS SO OFFENDED WHEN DEREK IS LIKE I’m thinking about punching you in the face LIKE.... DUDE WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?????

Its. So weird seeing Derek talk like a normal person. What happened to you.

Scott ughhhhh I hate that they put him in the freezer :(

Godddd Stiles seeing a man in the hallway and then he just gets manhandled immediately. It really is no wonder why he has trust issues

Uh oh. Lizard squad

OBSESSED WITH ISAAC’S FUCKED UP WEREWOLF FACE HE LOOKS SO COOL

Awwww isaaaaccc

I Just Now realized that Derek roars at Isaac to save Stiles’s life. Girl... fuck off. I need to keep track of exactly how many times these two save each other’s lives

Okay.... while I still hate Scott being in the freezer....... the poetic cinema of him destroying the thing that brought Isaac so much trauma.... is good. I just wish it happened differently

STOOOOPPP “come on. COME ON” IM IN PAINNNN ALLISOOOONNN I LOVE YOU

Oh my god. “Uh he did it.”

Lmao fuck you Jackson. Also he has the tiniest ears of all time

[syncogon]

sad only 480p version this time, and delayed. oh well, temptation too strong, and clips on the weibo looked promising, so let’s go

mjy sighhh i guess he’s just dumb not malicious but man

“the truth isn’t important” glasses shing. oh wow that hair swish tho that was like unnecessarily well animated hahaha

iiiii just want jhx to tell off yy!! i think that’d be great, what a faceslap! also wtf is this thing? iron supplements?? a spray? icy-hot? 铁打损伤喷雾?? god i spent like five minutes trying to mouse-trace those characters and i still don’t know if this is supposed to be significant or if it’s just significant that jhx caught yy doing shady shit 

anyway given music / context it seems jhx is annoyed at what yy is doing? so yay friggin finally. “our classes aren’t at nanhua” nice 

“xu-da” vs “xu-ge” hmm. anyway jhx don’t fall for the lies. jhx is like sx, annoying and chuuni but probably isn’t as obnoxiously awful as he first appears... probably.... maybe. 

goddd sucks that the full version of this op is kinda weird, because i LOVE this op so much like holy crap. jiyi bei yingfu huanxing.... 

man now im like stressed about the yf at the airport scene. trailer showed an airport. what’s gonna happennn

this exchange about dd feels so weird like it sounds like ctg is trying to explain they’re not in any pre-relationship or smth but maggie is like “i don’t mind” in a way that makes it sound like she wouldn’t mind if they’re together? what??? but whatever

ok i really enjoy this cr/yf dynamic. like i feel like it’s a bit ooc and yf as portrayed here is maybe too far on the acquiescence but also it’s really funny and sparks joy for me so i’ll buy it. i’m happy to see like established relationship stuff i think bc i generally don’t in the stuff i watch. speaking of which i’m super glad that they didn’t make the awful dumb move of trying to insert like Another wack love triangle drama dynamic thing in this like the fans want yecong and tianmai!!

wowwww it’s so nice how supportive cr is being tho like i love to see it!

handholding!! soft!! nice inversion of the earlier part where cr is bandaging his fingers. but like -

WHY DOES SHE HAVE MARKS/CALLUSES ON HER THUMB AND NOT HER PINKY??? like ok i have not played ukelele but i sure have my own share of stringed instrument finger calluses and you don’t?? press on the string with your thumb???

still, they’re trying, it’s a cute detail, i appreciate it. i liked that one wwgk review i watched yesterday that pointed out s1 was like a coming of age story disguised as a music story, whereas s2 is like a real music story.... 

wait this is incredibly cute wtf. oh my god. 

YF SIGHED/FACEPALMED AT THAT? COME ON!! WTF THAT’S SO RUDE? THAT WAS ACTUALLY LIKE PRETTY GOOD?? AND SHE DID THIS JUST FOR YOU? like maybe not performance ready but bro she’s learned for two days!! also holy shit the strumming animation is really good for smth like this im impressed! that reminds me of the like actually legit violin animation they showed in the trailer yo im so ready 

like i totally understand the frustration (damn, maggie’s face... 3 free performances? really?) but also i feel SO BAD FOR CR HERE this is so awkward oh my godddd at least ctg like tries to apologize to her (and cr’s reaction to this whole thing is also v solid, good for her) but still like damn 

aww ahh man im glad maggie still like! supports encourages cr here! that’s also char dev being able to like get past her own complicated emotions at least for this sort of gesture 

awwww i also like seeing maggie’s coping, the happiness philosophy i always thought that was super interesting. she’s a great char! and i think running is good

animators animate a girl running normally challenge

oh nice you have to walk a bit after sprinting, good

the train track scenes are so pretty wahhh 

does... does the track just end there? what

the ~significance~ of maggie now sharing this piece of her that used to be a yf thing, with ctg 

also excellent bgm - oh omg it’s og soul link remix!!! 

“i don’t want you to go” 

MY GOD HE’S FINALLY MAKING A REAL MOVE. and one based in real friendship. GOD FUCKING FINALLY CTG AAAAAA she’s cryyying man this exchange is also pretty cute ngl 

i can’t believe they figured this out a full 4 episodes before the finale 

this is so pretty here wahhhhhh i wanna ss the whole thing in 1080p 

awhhhhhh

they never released pink twilight shanghai!! i want this ver!!! 

aww yayyy open still cheering her on - YF BE NICE TO YOUR GF COME ON

haha this is like reverse of cr tutoring him - WAIT YEAH YF YOU WERE A SHITTY ASS STUDENT COMPARED TO HER BE EXTRA NICE 

also remixed dream i dig it! sounds like new lyrics? 

julliard hahahaha

dong dong goddess

HAHAHA did dd just steal ctg’s fries

ctg: expressing some deep thoughts

me: just watching dd

“forever confident, forever happy” 

wait sooooooo are they a thing now or what did that count as a confession

“and qing’er is finally here” WHAT’S THE TEAAAAA WE STILL DON’T REALLY KNOW

“im a guitarist this is fine” YOU GO DD I LOVE YOU 

BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE BEACH EPISODE 

omg oyzq. you’d think they were trying to extort a confession from him. what the hell is this instrument he said what is a xiao 箫. A WOODEN FLUTE? YOOO THAT’S COOL my god PLEASE let us get some kickass trad/modern fusion music im so ready 

“i trust ouyang” ahhh double char surnames are cool

HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE FUCK

“because i’m about to have surgery on my knee” REALLY? REALLY? IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU’RE GOING TO JUSTIFY ALL THIS? FOLKS I AM LOSING MY SHIT I HAVEN’T LAUGHED OUT LOUD LIKE THIS IN SO LONG

ok this is interesting tho he’s not a dick for the hell of it it’s out of desperation or smth. but like half a year, oh no, what a horror. (i’m fresh out of hb feels ok you shaddap // tho i can also imagine the knife, like in lotus bloom, where they didn’t think szp’s injury was permanent). tho i do also like the “then we’ll be seniors we won’t have time to perform” but also that’s just a reminder that all of these ppl are like frigging 16 year olds and i still cannot take this seriously

i like “i didn’t expect, that i couldn’t give you the confidence to win”. god im so glad this confrontation is happening. man this feels like a wrap up already are they really spending all 3 last episodes on the competition? what’s the story gonna be? 

feel like he’d be less ugly with hairstyle that looked more consistently like this. anyway sucks that both of them are so ugly otherwise there’s some nice sun/moon (+stars?) imagery you can get going here

GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT GROUP CHAT 

pretty! i wanna save this hq

it’s this bgm!!! godd i just want this track so bad

an empty beach?? in china near shanghai??? 

anyway ahhh it’s the iconic beach shot! i like how the promo ver cuts out dd lmfao

wow nine episodes in and cookie finally gets a character moment??? cookieeeeeeee i missed you

ok i can’t ship them he calls her shifu but also THIS IS SUCH A CUTE FRIENDSHIP calling every day 10 minutes?? wow!! i love dongdong and i love cookie. also this hits different in covid times “no one says that we can’t be friends because of distance” 

oh i guess they are pushing this as a ship. meh.

wahhhhh. need this hq then i have more propic material. 

HE HAS COVID 

ah lang is VIBING oh to be the ah lang of my own life. parasurfing. walking into poles. 

wow this is so modern! the red bag thing! wow i do love this show flexing the modern-ness 

this is the mercedes benz arena im SURE of it ahhhh holy crap this crowd. oh to be in a crowd without mask

IT’S THIS DUDE AGAIN like the trailer spoiled this but if i found out this right here right now i would’ve lost my shit my god hahhaah

im like torn about how i feel about cr’s dress like idk if it fits her well even if it’s pretty

:<

oh im scared i hope this doesn’t become embarrassing 

:0

OMG THEY INCLUDED PENCIL SKETCH OF THAT S1 SCENE. HAHAHA. char growth yayyyyy

ok anyway im happy!! spent like an hour watching this or something lmao but good times!! much better than last ep HAHA yayyy im so glad we’re finally at the comp and lots of these little things have been tied up now im ready for new song drops!!!

[artificialqueens]

cat got your tongue? (bob x naomi) -- frenchy

a/n: hello!! i dropped 2 fics and dipped, but hi again! i was looking through some requests for an idea on what people are wanting to read, and especially any ships people want, and i found a few requests for bob and specifically bob/naomi. i got BIG inspired because i love me a more rare pair AND i love them both so much, they are the cutest!! luv them. i was hesitant to share/write bc i’m not sure if many ship, but i decided to fully send it anyway. anyway enjoy!! <3

Bob buzzed with anticipation, bouncing on his heels as he stood in the airport terminal, hands clutching a thick cardboard poster and eyes on a search mission. He nudged his glasses up absentmindedly, trying his best to keep his sign visible among the dozens of reuniting families, tourists, and rolling suitcases. There was always something about airports that put Bob on the edge, whether it be the pressure of being on time for a flight or the fear of delays and being stuck wandering for hours – though neither gave reason for his current flurry of nerves, as he wasn’t here for a flight himself, but instead to pick up a friend. He had felt the building anxiety all morning, but lacked the ability to pinpoint why it had chosen to plague him today, and potentially sour what was intended to be a pleasant reunion.

With an impatient click of his tongue, Bob couldn’t even resume pondering his anxiety, since it was quickly replaced with annoyance. Figures Naomi had to take her sweet time coming off the plane. Bob could already picture her stopping to snap a picture against the window, imagining the way she’d caption it “hi, new york” for her Instagram story, or write something about it being “golden hour”. It was almost too vivid in his mind.

The (probably not) imaginary scenario he was in the works of fabricating was prematurely abandoned by the sight of a certain leggy supermodel in the distance. Immediately perking up, Bob tightened his grip on his sign, his face breaking out in a shining grin.

His face already began to cramp as he waited for Naomi to look up from her phone, presumably texting him to see where he was, where they could meet up. If only she’d glance up and see him, but no, she instead slowed down, phone coming to press against her ear. Bob wished he could make a moving walkway appear in front of her, something to glide her over so he could whack her with the sign he spent a half hour making.

He decided against grabbing the phone that vibrated in his pocket, instead staying put, hoping it wouldn’t be long before she noticed him. With the other passengers slowly dissolving from around him, it made it almost impossible for them not to see each other. Naomi finally took a good look around her, eyes meeting Bob’s and a smile following not long after.

Pocketing her phone, Naomi started towards Bob, but stopped midway with a squint of her eyes and her attention on Bob’s sign. “Oh my Godddd,” he heard her drawl in the that voice he missed hearing, a voice he’d be hearing on his TV for the next – hopefully - several weeks.

“There’s my All Star!” Bob spread out his arms, wrapping himself around his friend as soon as they were close enough, feeling accomplished in how he had achieved a Naomi Smalls eye roll within only seconds of their reunion.

“Bob, you’re totally making a scene,” Naomi groaned, but still lifted her arms in a reciprocation of his hug – only after first squirming under her dramatic friend’s stronghold.

She didn’t see the way Bob was fully cheesing until they had pulled apart, and the sight made her heart simultaneously melt and hurt. It wasn’t often that she saw Bob look so sincere and even less often that they even saw each other in person due to their schedules and events.

“I missed you, bitch! Can I miss my friends in public and cry like a little toddler without fear of judgement?” Bob moved to link arms with Naomi, which she didn’t fight him on.

“No.”

“And to think I was going to take you home with me,” Bob mimicked Naomi’s eye roll when she featured it a second time. “You like the sign, huh? Don’t even answer me, I know you do,” Bob shrugged proudly, like it was no big deal, the sign that read “THIS WAY TO THE DRAG RACE HALL OF FAME!” in bold print and tacky star decorations held limply from his right hand.

She nudged his shoulder with her own, their arms not breaking their link.

The teasing moment died when they both remarked each other’s fond smiles. “What?” Bob chuckled, nudging Naomi back as they walked away from the gates. He wondered if the blush on her cheeks was just the Universe playing tricks on him. A cruel trick that caused a blush of his own to spread, one he was hopeful she didn’t notice.

“I like it. And, like. Thanks for coming to pick me up. It’s been - oh my Gosh - stressful as hell. All Stars was something else, girl. Season Eight had nothing on the past few weeks,” Naomi sighed, focusing her eyes on the ground below them. The tiles of the airport floor. The way the lines moved underneath them. “And I’ve never been happier to be in New York, even if just for a few days.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me everything. Spare no details, or else. You already know that I’ll find out through Monét if you lie about how bad you did in all the challenges–”

“Oh my God, you’re ridiculous,” Naomi pushed him away with a laugh. She led the way towards the baggage claim, Bob following closely behind her, laughing heartily at his own joke.

+++

“Like, the Henny. Stacy Layne Motherfuckin’ Matthews, Bob. It was crazy. I was starstruck, honestly,” Naomi laughed, one leg crossed under her and the other hanging off the edge of the sofa. They were settled in Bob’s living room, avoiding the film equipment and lighting setup in the corner that was used for his podcast with Monét. Naomi scrolled through her phone as Bob watched her, mug in his hands and affectionate smile on his face.

“I’m so happy for you, and super jealous. I might have to start a real girl group with Stacy. So, this means you didn’t go home first, right?” Bob segued, more serious. He could tell Naomi wasn’t keen on talking about it immediately, but he was dying to know. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but I’d rather be prepared for when I see it on TV.”

“I know, Bob. And you know that I’m not supposed to say anything–”

“Stacy Layne Matthews?”

“That’s different.”

Bob sighed, but he knew she had no obligation to spill. He’d just have to wait like everyone else. “Okay. Okay, yeah, that’s fine. Don’t tell me about how you won All Stars 4, I’ll just have to see it for myself.”

“Bob,” Naomi warned, shaking her head with a sad smile. “I trust you. I didn’t,” she shrugged half-heartedly.

“Didn’t what?”

“Win. I didn’t win,” Naomi pouted dramatically, but Bob could see the real sadness in her eyes, beyond her trying to act dramatic to put him off. “I won a lip sync. I made the top four. I don’t know who won yet, but I didn’t. So.”

“Top four! Oh my God, Naomi,” Bob isolated the good news he heard, and placed his mug off to the side in order to give her a congratulatory hug. “Fuck the crown, or whatever. That’s still a big deal. Farther than I thought you’d make it, if we’re bein’ honest,” Bob added in a deadpan, the laugh threatening to break his act.

But Naomi didn’t laugh like she normally would, still facing Bob on the sofa but her eyes were downcast.

“Hey,” Bob scooted forward, placing a hand on Naomi’s shoulder comfortingly. “I know you wanted it. But you should still be proud of yourself.”

Naomi nodded, her phone long abandoned in order to preoccupy herself with the hem of her shirt. “Yeah. I was just, like, so close. It still sucks.”

She looked up, and she could’ve sworn they weren’t sharing each other’s space so closely before. Something in her jumped, flipping the switch to send her heartbeat into its maximum speed setting. When did Bob get so close? Why wasn’t he giving her a consoling hug and scooting back away?

“Um,” she muttered, barely audible between them. If Bob had just leaned back away, she wouldn’t have made the mistake of glancing down towards his lips. She wouldn’t have looked back up, hopeful to meet his eyes, but instead catch him doing the same. She wouldn’t have had the chance to kiss him back when he finally closed the distance between them.

Naomi had thought about kissing Bob before. She imagined it for the first time during the filming for season eight, after they had properly met. After being in a competition with him for a few weeks. After joking around with each other in the “Shade Tree” room, in front of the camera, Naomi on Bob’s lap. After hugging each other and saying they loved each other, solidifying their new friendship, Naomi still wishing she could beat Bob but knowing she never would.

Bob had thought about kissing Naomi before, many times. After being friends for two years. After all the times they visited each other’s shows, or hung out with fellow queens and gravitated towards each other in the larger groups. After Naomi came to watch Bob in ‘Angels in America’, or spent time at his house watching Pose, or was a guest on his podcast. After Naomi was away for weeks and didn’t win All Stars 4.

Neither of them were ready for how it really was, in the small living room, on Bob’s sofa.

Whether this was just Bob cheering her up or not, Naomi took the opportunity to kiss him back without giving it much thought or question. It was timid, and a little shy, but Bob felt like he was growing wings from the kiss alone.

“You just kissed me,” Naomi whispered after they had parted, like they weren’t the only two people in the room, like someone could have heard or seen. She blinked at him, eyes adjusting, her blank expression not giving Bob much to work with in terms of reading her. She peered into him, not with perplexity or shock, but with a subtle awe. Her lips were still puckered, as if anticipating a second kiss. He battled with the idea of answering her, and the idea of leaning back in again. The only option he didn’t have was leaning too far away – a rope threatening to sever them both in half if he so much as considered it. And he didn’t. He couldn’t trade away the comfort and familiarity he felt pressed so close to her, even if he had just risked ruining that with a single kiss.

“Yeah,” Bob nodded slowly, his ordinarily bold self gone within moments, rendering the older queen speechless. Stomach doing somersaults, voice quivering. All unusual for someone so typically assertive. “I’m… I don’t know,” He answered, riddled with uncertainty. His answer reflected his feelings on both what he did, why he did it, and what her reaction was. He didn’t know anything in those few seconds. Or were they minutes? He was going mad in an attempt to gauge her reaction. She had kissed back, but that didn’t reassure or satisfy his conscience; instinct and feelings lacked synonymity in moments like this. Naomi not making an effort to push him away or gasp in disgust didn’t mean she shared his long-lasting feelings.

He could easily pass this off as a joke, right? It wouldn’t be off-brand for Bob, to fuck around and maybe go too far with a joke, a kiss that he could easily claim meant nothing but a friendly pass. Could save him from the inevitable rejection.

Except that claiming the kiss as a joke wouldn’t warrant how tense the moment they shared now was, the moment after the kiss. A friendly peck was one thing – the tenderness and earnestness in that kiss was reasonable cause to ax the idea of saying that it wasn’t a big deal. That this wasn’t really happening.

Naomi narrowed her eyes, worrying her bottom lip. “Why sorry?” Bob wondered if the smile he heard in her voice was authentic or all in his head. He risked a peek at her lips, a single corner slyly inching upwards. Was she fucking with him, like he had debated doing?

His anxiety was relieved by Naomi raising a hand, her fingers barely ghosting along his jaw, slower than either of them would have liked.

Bob held his breath.

“I don’t want you to be sorry,” she continued after a beat, making Bob realize that he never answered her. “What’s wrong, Bob?” Naomi pouted innocently; Bob noted how her eyes harbored mischievousness, still. “Cat got your tongue all of a sudden?”

“No, uh,” Bob cleared his throat with a shake to his head, desperate to not let this die at the account of suddenly becoming a deer caught in headlights. “I thought – I didn’t want to, like. I didn’t mean for it to be –”

“Bob.”

“You can totally ignore me for at least a week –”

“Bob,” Naomi raised her voice, effectively overpowering Bob, who was oblivious to how fast he had been rambling. “For the love of God. Stop talking. For, like, once in your life?” If anyone else had said this, Bob would have jumped straight into defense mode, but the fond look in Naomi’s eyes and the humor in her tone prevented that. “You were doing so well.”

She was fucking with him. This wasn’t about Bob, or any kind of reciprocation – she went almost 5 weeks with no attention. He didn’t want to hear her admit it.

“– I’m just fucking with you,” Bob screwed his eyes shut in an extreme wince after hearing the words come out of his own mouth.

“What?” He couldn’t deny the sudden and genuine confusion in her voice this time. “What do you mean?”

“I’m, uh,” Bob laughed unnaturally, pushing it into the empty space between them. “It’s just a joke, girl. Testing out my acting chops for my next audition.” Bob played along with the wicked, brutal joke he just turned his admission of feelings into. He could deal with Naomi’s frustration with a prank more than he could handle her laughing in his face if she knew what that kiss really meant.

“Um,” Naomi was the one at a loss for words this time, “oh. Wait, like – what? You’re serious?” She looked at him weirdly, seemingly unconvinced. And, God, how could she be? She waited a moment, her weird look urging Bob to take back what he said – but he didn’t. “Okay,” she nodded curtly, pulling away from the comfort of sharing Bob’s personal space – the rope that tethered them together was left frayed, laying on the floor before Bob, as she made a beeline for the door.

“Where are you going?” Bob watched her in panic, the somersaults in his stomach bouncing at record speed, wondering how his plan to save the situation only made it worse. And more anxiety inducing. Why wasn’t she laughing? Swatting at him and rolling her eyes in the way that she does when he playfully insults her makeup or makes fun of her for being younger than some of the shoes in his closet? “Naomi, girl,” Bob ignored his own aside, following her and stopping only a few feet away as she struggled to slip on her shoes. “It wasn’t that deep. I’m sorry. If it was weird. You were upset, I thought it’d distract you, or make you laugh. I was waiting for you to shove me away and laugh, or call me gross, or… I don’t know.”

With a heavy sigh, Naomi looked over her own shoulder. “No, yeah, I know. It sure made me forget all about losing All Stars. Ha ha. It was funny, see? You’ll kill your audition. I just forgot that I have to grab lunch with, uh, with Kim.”

“It’s six o’clock.”

“Kim slept late.”

“She’s not even in New York. Naomi, come on,” Bob reached out, laying a hand gently on her shoulder. Ignoring how his heart stung when she recoiled. “You’re mad.”

“Yeah, I am,” Naomi wasted no time arguing, turning her head back around and fumbling with the lock on the door. She was fixed on leaving.

“Can you just turn around, like, for a second?” Bob grew impatient, knowing he couldn’t let her walk out. “Please?”

He had a hand on his hip when he heard the fumbling stop, and when Naomi slowly turned around to face him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Naomi beat him to it. Her throat was reddening, rising from below her collared shirt and up towards her face.

“It was a joke? It was really something to distract me? You thought it’d make me laugh?” Her voice was taut, forced. Bob knew she was holding back. Whether it was a sob or a string of insults, he wasn’t sure.

Bob hadn’t expected the sudden confrontation when she had been so intent on leaving, and scoffed in offense. He laughed incredulously, glancing around as if there was someone else or perhaps a camera in the room. He couldn’t look at her, not for more than a few seconds at a time. “It was a joke, I just told you that.”

“Bob, stop,” Naomi groaned in frustration, and if Bob would have blinked, he could’ve missed the glassy look in her eyes, the threat of tears. “Even I know you don’t make jokes like that. That was low, and the weirdest timing for something like that. It didn’t feel like a joke. And it wasn’t funny, not really.”

“I’m-” Bob looked back up at her, eyes wide. “Naomi, girl, whoa-”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we filmed. Filmed our season,” Naomi’s arms were crossed, her eyes watering. “That’s, like, two years, Bob.” She bowed her head, in a way that would have hid her face had she been wearing a wig.

Bob stood wide eyed, frozen. His eyes didn’t blink for at least 30 seconds. “Naomi, I…” He didn’t know what to say, searching for the right words to fix this quicker than he managed to ruin it. “Really?”

“Yeah. Yeah, really.”

“You never said anything.”

Naomi laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I never said anything because I was afraid you’d do what you just did. That you’d make it all into a joke. Think that I’m a joke,” she placed a hand on the doorknob behind her, the confidence that fueled her confrontation faltering.

“Wait, don’t. Please stay. I chose the worst way to do this,” Bob stepped forward, eyes pleading. “You can hate me, unfollow me even, but I can’t let you leave thinking I meant any of that. I don’t even have an audition booked,” he admitted softly, but didn’t expect her to believe him. He wasn’t really proving to be the most trustworthy person. He really thought he did something, huh? Beyond fucking up both their years of friendship and something that could have gone beyond? “I… Like you? More than a friend, or another sister, or whatever. Genuinely like you. I just happen to be a huge fucking idiot and did something about it before coming to terms with the fact that you don’t feel that way. Thought I could cover it up, but I had to kiss you at least once. I didn’t really expect you to kiss me back, so I guess… I guess I panicked?“

“You panicked because I kissed you back? Oh my God, that is so backwards, Bob. You’re so… You’re such an idiot. I say it all the time, but I’m serious,” Naomi raised her eyebrows in disbelief, accompanying it with a shake of her head.

They stared at each other for a moment, regarding the other, and also this whole fucked up situation. The misunderstanding and how stupid the both of them were, how neither knew how to communicate.

“We’re both idiots,” Naomi continued, a smile growing. Bob couldn’t help but match it.

“You can say that again. So, uh. Can I kiss you again and not ruin it this time?”

“Please.”

Bob stepped forward, arm reaching for Naomi’s waist to pull her close, their lips meeting again in a kiss Bob definitely preferred to the first one.

She instinctively brought both hands up to the side of Bob’s head, pulling him closer and making the timidity of their kiss obsolete. Making a surprised noise, Bob gave way to let Naomi take control of the kiss, his head spinning. She felt him wrap his arms fully around her waist, both of them trying to close the distance that didn’t even exist between them anymore.

“Wait,” Naomi pulled away, taking a large breath. “Can I just say. I’m really glad you were joking about that audition, because you definitely would not have gotten the part. Your acting has gotten much worse. Really unconvincing, Bob.”

“You’re such a bitch,” he smiled lazily back at her, positive that she could sense the relief that flowed from him as his shoulders visibly relaxed. Their laughs mingled and died together as they started for another kiss, Bob stopped right before his lips met Naomi’s. “Can I just say, you’re a winner. Too good for All Stars, honestly. To me, you didn’t lose,” he laid a hand on her neck, sliding toward the back of her head. He leaned into her side, mouth nearly meeting where her jaw and ear met. “Twice,” Bob added in a mock-seductive whisper, exuding an instinctively hearty laugh and gentle shove from Naomi.

“I hate you,” she laughed sarcastically, shaking her head at the sheer ridiculousness he insisted upon even during such a tender moment. “Aaaaand you just killed the mood.” Naomi gave a sigh of disapproval, but Bob could tell she held no authentic contempt.

“Yeah? Well I just thought of something that might make this,” he gestured between them, raising his brow, “a little complicated.”

Naomi narrowed her eyes, puzzled, but had to smile weakly at his acknowledgement toward whatever they were, with or without labeling it. “Go on.”

“I think Monét’s gonna take it personally when she finds out I’m not rooting for her to win All Stars,” Bob admitted, eliciting a laugh from the both of them, Naomi throwing her head back. She swatted at him playfully after catching her breath.

“Bob, you already know I’m not going to win. That was, like, what started this,” Naomi enunciated her words slowly, making it clear that she was stating the obvious. “I know you’re older than me, but girl, is your memory already going down the toilet?”

“Pfft, you wish, crazy bitch,” Bob sneered, endearment flashing in his smile and humor in his voice. “I know you won’t. Your fans knew you had no chance of winning season eight but did that stop them? Not that there were many of them,” they gasped in unison, Naomi in offense and Bob mocking her on cue. “Don’t mean I won’t be the biggest, most obnoxious Naomi Smalls advocate in the bar – nay, on the street.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Naomi matched his affectionate look, exposing her sarcasm. She wrapped her long arms around his shoulders, effectively pulling him back from when she had shoved him away, leaning their foreheads together.

“Ridiculous? Maybe. But a winner? Absolutely,” Bob emphasized the final word, his beam matched Naomi’s as they leaned into another kiss, “And I’m not talking about Drag Race this time.”

[siremyy]

episode 9 play-by-play

we don’t have screentime for yoga we need to get to the siremy go go go

AW EVERYONE’S SAD ABOUT MAASHOUS LEAVING EVEN GORDY

robbie chillax you’re gonna get her kicked out even faster ajsdgakdfg

this principal can suck my [redacted]

can we hear something..... other than mama who bore me? please??

prinCIPAL WARD THAT’S HOMOPHOBIA IM ABOUT TO AJDGKSJHGSHG

so just run through it all clean for ward, but then perform for real. he really can’t do anything once they’re onstage,,

oh my fuck robbie you’re breaking my heart wtf

WHY AREN’T THEY RUNNING THIS THROUGH SOONER OH MY GOD

lexi askgadgradjfkhg “oh my god”

y e s s i m o n stand up for this show!!!!!

okay i’m still on the fact that they’re running this through for the FIRST TIME like two days before opening

fling 👏 his 👏 words 👏 in 👏 his 👏 face!!!

f r i c k ed jakhdfglakdh

“totally messed up, will they mess you up” me trying to meet my word quota for my end-of-the-year essay

EVEN GORDY KNOWS THIS IS SHITTY OHH MY GOD

awww liletteeeeeee good for u bb but also accept help pls

simon i’m gonna cry stop being such a good character

just tell ward you didn’t have time to change the costumes!!!! ahhhh!!!!

oh what wild mrs. strickland is actually.... not bad/???

martha has such a pretty voice ohhh my godddd i’m so emotional also wtf is francis doing OH MY GOD CLARK’S THERE TOO

i love lilette’s costume she’s so adorable!!

tracey is a fashion icon honestly

SHE’S SO CONCERNED ABOUT MAASHOUS AHHHHHH i mean me too bitch

HAHAHAHAHAHA LOU JUST ASSUMES GWEN WOULD NEVER LOOK AT GORDY GUESS WHAT BITCH

okay dad saunders can stfu but simon looks GOOD in this scene like have you noticed his hair getting gradually better as the season goes on???

fuck off dad saunders oh my god

simon’s so angerey in this song i am living for it

oh my gosh clark’s solo is SO GOOD

THEY CUT IT BEFORE SHOWERING AT GYM CLASS FUCKKKK WHAT DO THEY HAVE AGAINST MY BOY SEAN

“make compromises?” oh sHIT

CAN SOMEONE APPLAUD TED RIGHT THERE HOLY FUCK THAT MOMENT WAS AWESOME

fuck man i want a burger and fries and soda and a shake now stop that rise

do not kill his mother oh my god that’s so close to crossing a line for me 

IF SHE DIES OPENING NIGHT I’M GONNA SUE NBC

HE’S SINGING AMAZING GRACE N O

“please let me install it” yeah mood

oh my god did they have the heterosexual sex

oh no they didn’t it’s okay

jeremy k n o w s something’s wrong y e s go to him

that was it???? THAT WAS IT????? T H A T W A S I T ????????????

omg gordy opening up to gwen i’m weak

after he said “pretty stalkable” i thought gwen looked into the camera like she was on the office for a second

ADOPTION CENTER M O O D I AM THAT GIRL THAT GIRL IS ME

hohhhhh my godddd can we please hear something other than mama who bore me????? p l e a se??? like it feels like the “can i have a waffle” vine. “can i get a woybr?? can i please get a woybr????”

ah yes because everyone knows the show ends at totally fucked

ew that creepy arm touch WARD CAN SUCK MY [redacted]

lou stfu you NEED tracey ohhh my goddd

that was the END???????? this show is totally hosed amiright

can you believe there’s only one episode left?? wild

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 12.06.17 lb

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ohhhhhhhh boy, right off the bat, a difficult scene. omRu confronting anika. ow my hearttttttt. 😬😬😬

but i'm already getting the vibe of old omkara from this scene and that's making my heart feel a little bit better. 😌😌😌

my girl can't even look them in the face, because she knows om will instantly know. 😞😞😞

SHAYARI! AFTER SO LONG! THAT TOO A "I LOVE MY BHAABI" ONE! LIKE THE DAYS RIIIIGHT AFTER THE WEDDING! 😍😍😍

OH MY HEARTTTTTTTTTT, KASAMMMMMMMMMM. SHE CAN'T DOOOOOOOO ITTTTTTT. SHE CAN'T JUST BE WILLY NILLY DOING KASAMS ON HER BABY RUDY'S HEAD. HE'S EQUIVALENT TO SAHIL FOR HER. 😭😭😭😭😭

om knows something is up. he knoooooooows. 😔😔😔

ok they can clearly see her distress now. 🙁🙁🙁

oh my heart, rudra is cryinggggg seeing her cry. i can'tttttt. 😭😭😭

oh wow, she's really gonna tell them??? 😧😧😧

lmao don't worry anika, these two haven't bothered telling shivaay ANYTHING for the past 4 months. kasam-vasam lene ki bhi khaas zaroorat nahi thi. 😂😂😂

okay still FUCKING DYING at them doing the kasam thing though. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH WOW SHE TOLD THEM. HOOOOOOLY. 😧😧😧

aw, rudy boyyyy. *holds him* you should be happy! you have ONE MORE big brother! one more superman! who's even better at fighting that the existing one! 😊😊😊

om's in denial. snap out it son!!!!!! you’re the one who’s gotta handle shit now! you gotta be strong! 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

FUCKING HELL, IN HINDSIGHT TELLING RUDRA WAS THE WORST IDEA EVER THOUGH. ISKE PET MEIN KUCHHHHHHHHH NAHI REHTA. 😣😣😣

oh suddenly sachchai ki mooorat, raja harishchandra waala omkara is back. 😒😒😒

lmao rudra remembers learning to walk?!?!? pfffffft. 🙄🙄🙄

"shaayad beta jaayaz/naajayaz ho sakta hai hai, lekin bhai hamesha bhai hi rehta hai, aur rahega." 

i'm a fucking only child. i don't even relate to this situation and i am fucking sobbing buckets here. 😭😭😭😭😭

lmao you idiotssssss, you're still related to him by khoon tho???? 😕😕😕

OMFG OK PAIR CHOONA IS TOO MUCH CALM YO TITS ANIKA JESUS. 😟😟😟

i'm so fucking gladddddd this scene happened. they know the wholeeeee truth. 😪😪😪

that gul and harneet would throw us such a bone is pretty damn unexpected! 😯😯😯

shivaay is angry drinking? really? so unlike him. 😕😕😕

lmao even then it's champagne. this man is so damn extraaaaaa. 😆😆😆

ohhhh yuppppp. she's gonna bang him. that's what "is raat ke yaadon ke sahaare main puri zindagi jee sakoon" means. great. justtttttttt great. 😒😒😒

you know what though, at this point i'll take what i can get. just fucking bangggg already. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao like, i don't drink, so i'm no expert, but is champagne supposed to be colourless like that? 🤔🤔🤔

wow. someone's learnt to articulate his feelings with his big boy words. instead of throwing things. the progress this man has made. remarkable. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

also, lmao, you won't be angry for much longer once you know what wifey has in mind for tonight. 😏😏😏

aw man, my heart. my poor girl. 😥😥😥

girl, you know what you've planned for the night. y u no close the door? 😶😶😶

he knowsssssss. HE KNOWS. 😫😫😫

the way she keeps tracing his face with her hands, as if to memorize it. i can't. i'm dyingggggg from the sad. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

his earnest face as he asks her what she wants. 😭😭😭

i die whenever nakuul does the eyebrow thing. like you know, the i’m being soooooooo sincere with my feelings thing? you know what i’m talking about right? 💔💔💔

yeah, she needs your mom to fucking die. 😒😒😒 that would solve all her problems. she’s not even your real mom. we’ll get jhanvi to adopt you and be a better mom laterz. just arrange for the immediate termination of mummeh’s services. 😠😠😠

ugh. you twooooooooo. why are you so disgustingly in loveeeeeeee???? it's twisting up my insides and making me FEEL shittttttt. and not in a good wayyyyy. 😫😫😫

"mujhe SIRF ANIKA chahiye." 

fullllll acceptance of who she is. no naam khoon khaandaan. sirf anika. 😭😭😭

ohhhhhhhhh yeah. now we talkinggggg. 😏😏😏

see? isn't this muchhhh better billu? emotional vulnerability and honesty, and no awaiiiii ka show-shaaaa and OTT-ness. pehle se hi yehi approach lete. you just missed out on 3 days worth of orgasms due to faulty strategy. 🙄🙄🙄

SOMEONE CLOSE THE FUCKEN DOOR. WHY ARE YOU PPL LIKE THIS?????? HONESTLY?!?!?!??! 😩😩😩

oh great, he's gone to do some OTT nonsense. i just know it. i justttttt know it. 😖😖😖

oh thank god, it's just to get the lights. i thought he'd run to tell the servants to set up the lights and flowers again. 😑😑😑

girl what do you mean "kamzor nahi padna"??? what was with all the "yaadein" shit then? at least get the ONE orgasm (or more... idk what shivaay's game is like, lmao, but for YOUR sake i hope he’s good) to remember your whole life. 😒😒😒

wow. bottoms up. our girl's a champ. 😗😗😗

lol, hubs seems to be into it though. 😆😆😆

ok, one glass of champagne doesn't act that fast does it? 🤔🤔🤔

heinnnn? what shoddy editing. 😑😑😑

lollllll "cuuuute waale billuji" 😽😽😽

"i'm not CUTE ok!" 

um sources point to the opposite. you heckin’ cute af. 😍😍😍

billu, you betterrrrrrr remember all these hintsssss she's dropping. i swear to godddd, or i'll kill you.  😡😡😡

ouffff, tensionnnnnnnnn. 😫😫😫

oh boy, is he talking about doing the marriage ceremony again? and is she going to run away from it????? godddddddddddd. why can’t my kids just be happpppppppy??????? 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[layesica]

Better Call Saul #301 – “Mabel”

I miss chatting with @konstance about Better Call Saul every week, so I’m going to take my notes and thoughts and share them here every week.  I guess so I have an outlet.  I’m hoping to be quicker for future episodes. Indulge me; won’t you? 

This is meant for after you have seen the show because there are SPOILERS, you guys!

Cinnabon Opening

Gene’s hair is so sad

Added to Reading List

That guy is the most obvious shoplifter. He looks suspicious as fuck! He was never gonna get away with it.

Gene so sad, but he tells the guys to get a lawyer.  The obvious criminal.  He tells the obvious criminal to get a lawyer. Yeah.

“Ladies…”  — Gene is totally the master of that Cinnabon.

Gene Passes Out — Uh-oh, maybe Gene’s about to start making meth to make money to leave to ??? “Breaking Bad 2: Gene’s Awakening”

Chuck’s House

Yeah, I still don’t like Chuck.

Jimmy confessed and Chuck records it because his condition is selective. Whatever helps Chuck out…

I found it interesting that Jimmy thought Mama McGill read him the book when he was little, but Chuck corrects him.  It was Chuck that read the book to him. And Chuck has held onto it for all these years like a sentimental fool.

Jimmy’s Daffy Duck nightlight was fake.  Just like Slippin’ Jimmy and, later, Saul Goodman.

Chuck’s not letting anything go.

Chuck Plays the Tape For Howard

Chuck just wants Howard to know he did no wrong.

Howard wants to know what the point of the tape is since it can’t be used for any legal benefit, but Chuck’s got something up his sleeve.  Shady-ass Chuck…

Mike Finds the Note

Mike is kind of a baby badass at this point.  To me, it seems like he’s less competent now that he was in season 1.

At any rate, that dark blue storm sky was AMAZING! I need to visit NM.

Junk Yard Mike

He’s taking that car apart.  Hardcore!

Just tosses the gas cap away.

The air filter in that car’s engine is huge!  Puts my little Civic one to shame.

That guy at the junkyard knows damn well Mike isn’t about to take that car home. What?

You said you were going to the store, but you’ve been gone for four hours!

Is there a specific cap for the Caprice or is it generic?  Was it missing from the rack? What made that dawn on Mike?

So, I guess no one is watching him since he could do all that. Also, I want to take a car apart now.

Wexler McGill Office

Poor Jimmy looking at that old woman’s photos.

“Okay, bye-bye.” — lol

Ooh, that military guy from the Fifi & Fudge Kerfuffle is mad.

Jimmy calls it a B-22 instead of a B-29…  just digging that hole deeper.

Special Note:  There are SO MANY rocking chairs in that room… Love that set design!

Jimmy going slightly Saul here reminded me of the convo he had with Chuck earlier with the whole “your word against mine” thing, but Jimmy doesn’t have to play nice with this guy.

And then, click, nice Jimmy again.

I wonder if this guy will pop up again. Is he a new Chuck?

Mike in the Parking Booth

I love crosswords, and that layout looked exactly like the Dallas Morning News crossword page. #nerdalert

He leaves the tracker? He must have gone back to get it after the next scene.

Mike Meets with the Vet

Oh, I guess he met him so late because it had to be after he got off work, or roundabout that time.

Yowza! $1,000 for a tracker?!

Aw, the Vet is worried about the dog, too.

Kim Meets with Paige at Mesa Verde

HORSE! Okay, now that I got that out,

Is Paige from Michigan?  Am I forgetting something?

Kim got the hearing date moved up. No shit, she’s a legal badass.

Also, lady camaraderie! Yay!

Paige really lays into Chuck during their convo, and Kim is uncomfortable.  She knows there were… reasons… so she’s not helping this along, but she’s not defending Chuck, either.  A little bit of Mini Slippin’ Kimmy?

Wexler McGill Office 2

Kim works on grammar — OH. MY. GOD.  YESSSS! Fucking semi-colons!

Jimmy is painting over the rainbow.  Is that some foreshadowing of what’s to come between these two?

Kim sees another thing at the hole puncher — OH. MY. GODDDD.  YESSSSS, TOOOOOOO!

Ernesto Visit Chuck

Chuck needs batteries for his little tape recorder? Is he just sitting there listening to it over and over and over again?!

Since Chuck’s condition is selective he doesn’t even ask Ernesto to help him. Until he does, but he left the play button on.  Was this all a scheme to get Ernesto to hear Jimmy confess? Yes, probably. Like great timing on the tape, too.

Ernesto has the same look on his face that I had when I heard a snippet of Trumps’s Women's History Month event speech. Gross!

Now Chuck is bullying Ernesto. 😠

Mike and the Two Trackers

There’s still no one surveilling him because he makes a few trips to retrieve and replace the caps.

I mean, this was cool and all, but I still feel like Mike is a little amateur than the version we met in season 1.

Was that battery all the way dead after being attached to the radio?  I guess Mike needed a little like in it since he didn’t know how close the people tracking him are.

I like pistachios…

They could have just shown the bowl full of shells to shop the time gap but made it a little more obvious with the time-elapsed clouds.

But the guy shows up…  Does he just grab the cap & leave?! And Mike’s got his ass.

Now, time for 302…