#just throwing ships around here bc i love these three but just choose whatever ship i'm a multishipper

[beanghostprincess]

always thinking about that scene from long ring long land where sanji gets all excited about nami and him having a kid because that just confirms sanji wants to have kids and idc about the ship, my man is going to be a parent if i say so

[hihimissamericanbi]

oh HELLO SMUT IDEAS

celine you're brillant all of these are amazing HOW CAN I CHOOSE

but hmmm ok i'm going to say:

Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. regulus making either james or barty jealous?

and

Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. ROSEKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR or maybe pandora x barty (do they have a ship name? idk) OR lily x barty x evan could be fun

Alrighty crow boy let's see what we can do here. This gets p explicit by the end so... oops?

Jealous fuckboi was fleshed out in a previous ask, BUT using your prompt, I'd say in this case Regulus is at pandora's birthday party. He had JUST gotten brutally dumped by barty, like, that day or something. Really really raw, fresh wounds. Barty is a dick but he's the skittles' dick even with all the shit he pulls so he is also at the party, already all over someone else. Regulus is both furious and heartbroken (remember, he is a sad wet cat on the inside). Enter: James motherfucking Potter, tits out, eyes only for Regulus. "Where's your boyfriend Reggie?" "Oh you mean that asshat over there with his tongue down some guy's throat?" James is like 😈😈😈😈😈 fuck yes reggie is FINALLY single it's JAMIE TIME or something equally cringe inside his head. So he just completely destroys Regulus with some smoking hot sexy banter, lays it on real thick, and soon flirting becomes dancing and dancing becomes making out and holy shit James is so fucking hot I can't believe he's touching me like this meanwhile James is like wanted you for so long let's show him how pretty you look bent over for someone else and James spins Regulus around and bends him over so his ass is in the air as James grinds up against it.

It barely passes for "dancing"

And when he hauls Regulus back up he whispers in his ear from behind, look baby he's watching, all for you. He's the dumbest fuck on the planet for letting me get my hands on you. I'm going to ruin you for him and for anyone else.

Praise kink sex in the club bathroom ensues.

Ok ok so for roommate plus tension-filled game I'm going to take lily×rosekiller bc I am not super familiar with rosekiller as a ship BUT I have seen the little sprinklings of throwing Lily in there with them and I LOVE POLY SHIPS so let's go.

Rosekiller established. Lily is their roommate, who they met through Pandora. It's really important that the vibes from the get go is ANYONE CAN HIT IT for all three of them. Pan bi queer whatever they identify as it's basically Hot People Are Hot (aka same sexuality as us irl tbh). So there's a lot of rosekiller just LEERING at Lily shamelessly and vice versa. It's not just rosekiller being extra handsy with each other when she's around or "accidentally" leaving the door open that one time or being intentionally loud when they know she's home. So finally they are stuck home one night together because Lily's plans got canceled and rosekiller are like oh no 😈 play a game with us? 😊

I'm going to make them play strip never have I ever. So the real tension/sexiness of the story is in the stripping, and the leering getting more and more out of control, and the completely out of pocket comments about each other's bodies. And it's extra fun because we have a mix of genders and bodies going on here (Trans Evan? Trans Evan.) But yeah I love this set up because no matter what body the reader has chances are they can find some body parts to relate to in this story and those parts are going to get specifically called out and praised and told it's hot.

The sex finally happens when Evan is the first one to be totally totally naked and his cock is wet and swollen and peaking out from his folds and Lily is STARING and blushing and so turned on and Barty is like have you ever sucked a cock like Evan's before and Lily motherfucking Evans is actually SHY and she shakes her head and barty is like mm it's the fucking best and Evan is so sweet, you'll never taste anything like him, would you like to try a bite? Here I'll show you how he likes it.

And then they are off to the races. There will be lots of "kissing the taste" of one another into each other's mouths and a lot of praise/dirty talk in the third person; ie. talking about one partner to the other partner like the first partner isn't even there.

Tl;Dr: languid body appreciation/praise smut for a mix of genders

Whew!!!!

[isolctions]

💍 + YOU KNOW WHY IM HERE

send me 💍 + A SHIP and i’ll tell you —

where they get married: you & i both know the answers to half of these by default, by anyways!!!! it won’t be the exact location but it will be a ranch style wedding with spanish-inflenced decor. they’re v cultured.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. ): i feel like they plan for it to be mid-day, around 11am or 12pm, but it ends up being way later and the ceremony ends up occurring closer to 3. fall seems like the perf season cause the weather’s still warm and perfect!

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. ): def tossing the garter and the bouquet, duh!!!! but zeph will try to do the old/new/borrowed/blue tradition to keep things fun.

what their wedding cake looks like: aight, so boom. three tier cake, with one half resembling a geode or crystal using fondant then sort of split so that the other half is whipped icing. #balance.

….who smashes cake into whose face: ZEPHYR OBVIOUSLY

who proposed to who first: as of last night, maliq azad did!!!!!

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither ): zephyr walks down the aisle and captivates everyone with her goddamn beauty while maliq waits at the alter looking at her like it’s the first time he’s seen her. real ‘the night me & your mama met’ teas here!!

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like: okay, zephyr prbly has like. three looks. her main dress is similar to naz’s in that it’s v fitted to show them new curves, not an extremely long train because she’s fucking clumsy, and lace. (she’ll also have a first dance dress and a reception dress bc she’s extra, okay???) and maliq’s tux is a traditional black and white w/ silver trim. a style icon.

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have: their theme is honestly v simple colors??? there’s more earthy tones involved and maybe the occasional silver and gold here and there, some deep reds as well. literally the only thing that’ll stand out is zephyr’s baby pink hair.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? ): you know maliq is gonna wanna throw in some orchids in there somewhere for zeph’s sake, but tristan prbly took care of the entire bouquet and flower organization. she prbly has some baby’s breath within the bouquet/tied along her veil in her hair and roses cause z’s exact words were prbly “idk, whatever goes in wedding bouquets i guess????”

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. ): maliq’s would be half improvised and half poetry and prbly kinda long. i feel like zeph would try to write hers and make it sound super pretty and professional or something but forgets half of it during the ceremony and just wings it by saying whatever she feels.

if anyone’s late to the wedding: prbly zephyr and a few family members tbh, and whoever has the babies bc hello, they’re babies?????

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other: most of maliq’s bandmates make up his groomsmen. tristan is zeph’s maid of honor and she has some of her cousins/friends from brooklyn and chicago in the bridal party alongside besties jerome & marcelo.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing: the groomsmens suits are similar to maliq’s except it’s prbly a deep red bowtie, tristan is wearing a deep red dress while the rest of the bridal party wears black.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? ): tristan does!!!! it’ll be v emotional as well cause our girl has been there thru it all, and although she’s literally ten years older than zeph, she has a lot to say and will express the amount of love and honor she has. maliq’s bandmates will prbly recall funny or embarrassing stories about him personally or about them, along with zephyr’s best friends.

who catches the bouquet( s ): sola will throw a fit bc as the flower girl, she’s supposed to have ALL the flowers so after a mild tantrum, zephyr just hands it to her.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? ): all of them!!!! maliq’s well known enough that they finna cop that vogue EXCLUSIVE, so they captured everything— from the aesthetic photos, to the first look/family photographs, to the emotional moments of the ceremony as well as the silly ones, and the reception is just full of more laidback but joyful and silly ones. and yes, the cakesmash is included.

what sort of food they have at the reception: HELLO CATERED BY S’MAC!!!!!! there’s also various other foods catered from small black owned businesses in the area and the biggest cater would be for the dessert arrangements and the open bar.

who cries first during the ceremony: maliq once he sees the wig and just how beautiful his wife is xoxoxo. and zephyr will try to hold it in during the walk down the aisle but fails and cries during her vows.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. ): well….um…we already know that zeph’s dad and maliq’s mom get it in, so like….how much more wild does that get

what their rings are like: maliq did all the rings himself and made sure he chose different gems and stones that were spiritual and promoted longevity, serenity, love, etc.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. ): cute ass little cupcakes obviously, a bunch of mini treats, a fondue fountain bc who doesn’t want chocolate covered fruit while at a wedding, sparklers, and in-n-out!!!!

where they go for their honeymoon: somewhere surrounded by water, as a nod to the vacation they wanted to take while zeph was pregnant with sola.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. ): AGAIN, ANGELA AND DION. as well as going to in-n-out to get burgers, fries and shakes while still in their reception clothes, someone’s family member (likely zeph’s) prbly gets wasted, i strongly feel like zeph will tear her veil on accident and it becomes a whole thing.

who officiates the ceremony: i’m SURE maliq has a band member he’s particularly close with that will literally get licensed just to officiate their ceremony.

what song their first dance is to: they have so many legendary bops that define their relationship, i just…i cannot choose! but if i HAD to, it would be a toss between one in a million by aaliyah— the song that she and her dad used to dance to as a kid, stan by 6lack— it’s a lil recent but the lyrics are too fitting, you are luhh by frank ocean— the vocals, the dreaminess…ugh! and the night me & your mama met by childish gambino— who needs words??? who???????

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle: although her father is present at her wedding (#growth), she and him come to the decision that her aunt should be the one to walk her down the aisle. cue tris and zeph having a real heart to heart moment and sharing a hug with her aunt and her dad before tris gives her niece away to the love of her life. can they get married tomorrow at this point lol

[mcwriting]

Attention

Sooooo… this is loosely based on Attention by Charlie Puth but it’s not a songfic. A Tom Holland AU where he lives in LA and yeah. More description below in the background section.

Fandom: Marvel-ish bc Tom is Spiderman, even though i should just start saying Tom Holland lol

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Setting: A random club in LA

Word Count: 2,546 

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, some dirty dancing, and flirting. Nothing too heavy imo

Rating: T (?)

Background: So, like I said, it’s a sort-of AU where Tom has been dating a girl and taking her to the same club in LA for months before they break up and this one-shot ensues. Reader is the bartender (probably around 23 lol) and it eventually becomes Tom x reader (bear with me).

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They were an interesting couple to begin with.

Tom Holland and his girlfriend had been coming to the same club ever since you had been working as a bartender, which was a job you had started 6 months before in January. 

Your new job was at a popular (and very exclusive) club in LA that was known for its frequent celebrity visitors. You were young, and had only gotten the job because you had recently won a bartending competition, which definitely made your resume stick out. After the first three days you had stopped getting starstruck when some famous person or another walked through the doors. Your composed demeanor to the celebrities (and incredibly good looks) had caused you to be well revered by some of them, and they often hung by your end of the bar when they came.

Tom and his girl had been “frequent flyers,” if you will, to the club and came every Friday and Saturday night.

 Until they didn’t.

For the first five months, you watched them enter every weekend, her dressed in a different skimpy outfit each time you saw her and him usually skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. 

He came up to you on your second night on the job. 

“Never seen you here before. New?” he asked coolly. You were starstruck at first. This was a celebrity you were actually a pretty big fan of, not to mention that you had just the slightest crush on him.

“It’s my second night, actually,” you replied casually as you toweled off a glass you had used to shake a cocktail right before. 

He gave a warm smile and thought about his next words.

“Welcome, then. What’s your favorite drink?”

“For myself?” you questioned, to which he answered with a nod. “Well I’ve always like harder alcohols myself. It isn’t often that you’ll catch me with some fruity drink like the ones I make for those crazy party girls out here. I will say that a classic gin and tonic is my go-to, though.”

“Well that makes two of us, though my girlfriend is one of those girls that are into the fruity things,” he finished with a sarcastic tone. 

“So what would you like then?” 

“How ‘bout a gin and tonic for myself, and then surprise me with my girlfriend’s, she won’t know the difference. She asks me to choose for her and I couldn’t care less,” he chuckled, leaning his elbows over the bar.

You quickly made up the drinks and slid them over to the Brit across from you.

“Thanks, love. Feel free to put it on my tab.”

He started to walk away when he paused and turned back quickly.

“I didn’t seem to catch your name. Would you mind sharing it?”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you Mr. Holland.”

“Oh please, call me Tom. But same to you, y/n.”

With that, he had walked away, and for the next five months he came to be a friend of sorts, coming to you to get the same thing every weekend (“a gin and tonic and whatever you think she’ll like this time”) and sharing a conversation about one thing or another while you tended.

It all changed about the fourth month. 

While Tom had still been bringing his girlfriend on the regular every Friday and Saturday, he had begun to seem less interested when he entered the club and slightly irritable to his girlfriend. When you overheard her ask to come and order a drink with him, he waved her off and told her he wanted to come alone before walking over to you. His demeanor seemed to soften when he saw you, but you could tell his attitude was different than normal.

It kept going like this for another three weeks before one Friday they just didn’t show up. 

It was the next day that you heard through the grapevine that he had dumped her on Thursday and she was devastated.

Three more weeks went by and nothing. Gossip mags and websites had had their heyday with the couple for about four days after the breakup until they found a new Hollywood story to focus on. Rumors raged from “Holland’s had it!” to “Is she actually pregnant?” You had even heard a small rumor that the two of you had been secretly dating (but that one never took off… thankfully)

Then one Monday night, she showed up. 

Another skimpy, sequin-y dress and impossibly high heels like the ones she used to wear for Tom. She was alone and obviously tipsy already, which made you almost audibly groan when she stumbled towards you. 

“Heeey… uh hehe, you’rrrre the one who made me drinkss, right?” she slurred, leaning over the bar giggling. 

You felt uncomfortable, knowing she had had a quite a few too many before showing up. You looked around, trying to spot a bouncer. Usually you weren’t one to get a girl kicked out, unless she was violent of course, but you were already kind of annoyed with her and how uneasy she had made Tom in the end of their relationship. 

You locked eyes with one of the bouncers you had become really good friends with and tipped your head back to signal him over. He rushed to you and you did your “secret hand signal” that meant you needed to talk to him. You whispered “Lead her away, don’t draw too much attention. She showed up drunk if you couldn’t tell.”

He did as asked and you sighed with relief, and you were happy to see her leave later that night around the same time your shift ended.

Until she showed up again on Thursday.

And Friday.

And Saturday.

For three more weeks, every Thursday-Monday she would come and party, sometimes drunk, other times ready to get drunk.

And then one Tuesday night, Tom showed up with his best friend and roommate Harrison and a few other guys. You saw the surprise and delight on his face when your eyes met his. You watched him signal to his friends that he’d be right back and he weaved his way through the dance floor to you.

“Oh my God, y/n! You’re still here!” He exclaimed with a wide smile.

“Sometimes unfortunately, but yeah, I am. Your usual? Well, minus the surprise drink?” you questioned. His face dropped a little and he thought about his reply.

“Whiskey. Rocks.”

Your eyebrows shot up.

“Wow, hitting the big ones now, huh?”

“I need it. I’m fed up with everything that’s been going on with… her.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked innocently. “I thought that all finally blew over?”

He leaned forward before whispering, “Has she been here?”

“What?”

“You know, has she been here? To party?”

You didn’t want to lie to him, but you also knew giving away her weekend activities to someone else could get you in trouble at work. His pleading eyes made you finally give in and you groaned. 

“Fine. Yeah, she has. Every weekend she shows up either drunk or trying to be.”

It was his turn to groan now with an exaggerated lean backwards. 

“She’s been showing up to just about every party and club in L.A. looking for me. All she wants is attention…” he trailed as you poured his amber drink.

You chuckled as you set the glass in front of Tom, who was looking down at his hands resting on the bar’s edge.

“Well, I’m not one for gossip, but from what I’ve heard, she’s been throwing down some real crap on your name. I don’t listen to any of it or really know what she’s said, but I guess she’s been roasting you pretty hard around here.”

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, explaining that she has never been rejected before and clearly didn’t know how to handle it. He threw back his whiskey in one swift motion and set the tumbler back on the bar for you to wash.

“Thanks for the vent, y/n. Good to see you. I hope this will all be over soon and you and I can just be bar buddies again.” he commented. And with that, he walked off with a small wave to his guys.

A couple nights later, a Thursday, he returned with only Harrison. They beelined for you and you finally met the infamous best friend to Tom Holland. 

You failed to remember, of course, that the girl had been frequenting Thursday nights. At least, until it was too late.

Some people froze upon sight of her. This was the first time the two of them had been seen in the same building in almost two months, and you didn’t notice her until it was too late to warn Tom. You reached to point when suddenly,

“Oh, Tommy!” she cooed, standing only a few feet behind him.

He closed his eyes and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning slowly. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, obvious strain in his voice.

“Oh, come on, baby. What do you think I’m doing here? I was looking for you silly!” 

She slinked up to him and placed a newly manicured hand over his chest. Her gold dress dipped so low on her chest that you wanted to call her out on public indecency, and the hem barely reached the tops of her thighs. You also couldn’t help but notice the strong perfume emitting from her body, overwhelming your nostrils.

“You need to leave. You’re drunk and we aren’t together anymore,” Tom muttered through gritted teeth.

“Baby, look at me. I did this all for you. Can’t you tell I still want you?”

“You just want me in your bed tonight. You really think I don’t know about all the dirt you’ve thrown on my name? Nice try.” He said angrily, pushing her hands off his body.

“Tom it’s more than that! I still love you and want us to be together!”

“Look: no matter what you think you’re doing, I’m not taking you home. I’m not getting back together with you. You just want attention, not me. And I realize that you hate the idea of me dating other people or even just getting over you, but I was serious a month-and-a-half ago when we broke up. It’s over.” He was loud enough now that people nearby could hear, too.

“Well fine then! Have fun knocking up the bartender you’ve been sooooooo close with the past few months! And don’t you even think about coming back to me when you decide she’s useless!”

Cue the collective gasp across the club. She smirked to herself, obviously proud of what she had done, and looked between you and Tom. With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered out of the place, never to be seen there again.

All eyes were now on you and your face burned. People didn’t think you and Tom were really together, did they? You glanced down at your watch and was happy to see that your shift was coming to a close, so you quickly untied your apron and muttered, 

“It’s time for me to go. See you around Tom… maybe.” You rushed to the employee lounge in the back and quickly punched out. You didn’t really have a reason to feel this way, but you felt your eyes burn, threatening to spill tears. 

You stepped out the back door when a familiar voice called your name. 

“Y/n please! Stop!” Tom was yelling, rushing towards you. The guard outside the door stepped in front of you. He, too, was a friend, and was great at scaring off people when needed.

“Please, sir. Ms. Y/n is off the clock and headed home. I suggest you do the same.” 

“He’s fine,” you explained, stepping out from behind the guard. “What do you want, Tom? I realize what just happened back there, but I don’t need you to save me. We’re very different people, and you said yourself that you just wanted to be bar buddies. I’m pretty sure ‘bar buddies’ doesn’t carry over into our personal lives.”

You marched off to your car, unsure of where this sudden burst of anger was coming from, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around.

“Y/n, just please hear me out!” He let go of your wrist when you exhaled and nodded. “Here’s the deal. You’re really cool, and funny, and beautiful. I was afraid to tell you this, but there’s a reason I broke up with my girlfriend, and it’s not just that she’s terrible. I broke up with her because I like you. A lot.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. One of Hollywood’s favorite young stars, who was incredibly hot nonetheless, was telling you that you were the reason he broke up with his A-list girlfriend. This couldn’t be real.

“Stop trying to spare my feelings, Tom. What happened in the club was embarrassing, but you can’t let what she said rule your decisions.”

“Y/n. I’m serious. I’ve had a crush on you since April.” 

It was mid July.

“You two started fighting in April.” you retorted, not sure what to say.

“My point exactly.”

Your world seemed to crash down on you and your heartbeat quickened. He was joking right? All of those flirty winks he gave and the fact that he hung out with you more that month than his girlfriend was just friendly, right? But it wasn’t. He was being serious, and you could see it in his eyes.

“Tom, I…” 

“Don’t. Just let me have this.” He whispered, a hand reaching up to brush your cheek. You involuntarily leaned into it, his warm touch sending fire through your body. You looked him in the eyes and nodded, knowing what was coming next. 

His lips met yours and it was like nothing you had ever experienced or imagined. You wanted to stay in this moment forever, but the two of you finally broke apart. 

You heard a sniffle and some applause to the right of you, which caused both of you to snap away and look in that direction. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s just so beautiful!” your security guard friend cried. Had he been there the whole time? Yeah, probably. But that didn’t matter now, what mattered was this moment. Tom. You. That’s what mattered.

A few weeks later…

So now, it’s a routine. Tom goes off to film in the mornings and meets you for lunch every day before you head off to the club. Most nights when he can, he shows up and sits on one of the barstools watching you do your job of shaking cocktails, blending margaritas, pouring the occasional whiskey or brandy, and popping caps off of beers. Sometimes he drinks, but usually he just sits contently, admiring you for your personality and looks.

He announced your relationship on Instagram a few nights after everything happened, when you went on your first date. Tabloids exploded when they caught wind of the situation, and people often came to the club just to get one of your drinks and meet you. 

You were an interesting couple to begin with, but one thing was for sure, you weren’t in it for the attention.

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A/N: So I’m not super happy with the ending, but I hope you enjoy this. I started writing this like… November 11 and today it’s December 18… whoops. I’ve got other things in my drafts that I need to work on over Christmas break, so hopefully I’ll be able to publish those soon. As always, my asks are always open if you have a request or just want to ask something :)

[huntzbergered]

ok so I loved Godless (which seems to lack popularity around here-- where is the fandom...), and I didn’t have as many issues with it as much as other people did. I thoroughly enjoyed the plot, the characters, the pacing, the everything. I definitely fucking hate what happened to Blackdom in that finale, that was egregious. AND I HATE HOW THEY ENDED ROY/ALICE. I am assuming [bc nothing has proven to the contrary] that they didnt want things to be too saccharine so they had to tug at our heartstrings somehow and this was it???? BUT NO THANKS? pick SOMETHING ELSE. something that made more sense than what we got. 

Alice, who was one of my favorites (alongside Roy, Whitey...i mean lbr i loved them all lol), was completely deprived of agency in that final episode wtf??? Roy was handing her over to Bill as if this was some bridal exchange between patriarchs. What does Alice want? WHO does Alice want to be with???? Why was Roy like, ‘she isn’t mine to have’?? when did we ever get that indication from a show that spent 7 episodes making magic between the two of them lmao. like aLL we saw was Alice subtly, but pretty clearly, making the moves on Roy (ok it was one episode but that tension was building up from the damn pilot peeps!). 

For them to just throw that away with some sort of implication that Alice was always Bill’s “to have”??????? what, when, where, why? Did ALICE ever say that??????? bc i don’t think so. Why is there some passing off between the two of them when Roy’s like ‘take good care of them’; like bro, why don’t YOU take care of them?? why does some man who has had no bearing on their lives for the past decade get to be the one who steps in last minute and usurps what has been developed for 7 hours of telly. not to mention, we saw the cutest, sweetest relationship develop between Roy (as a great father-figure) and Truckee, Alice’s son. THAT TO ME SHOWS THAT IT’S MEANT TO BE ROY/ALICE. Bill has never interacted with Truckee, at all. jesuschristimpissed.

Yes, Bill saved Alice’s ass like 10 years ago, that was great. but what indication do we have that ALICE wants to be with Bill and hasn’t fallen for Roy since then? none. (also idc that she kept his suit or whatever, it could be for various reasons , a piece of clothing does not carry more significance than actual exchanges between two parties, which we saw almost none of).

 they developed a relationship, a human connection, genuine feelings between Roy/Alice; we saw alice interact with Bill a total of THREE fucking times, and one of those times, Alice was like awkwardly, cautiously trying to respond to Bill’s proposals. Another time was the damn 10-year old flashback, which admittedly was a good scene, but it was like a second of connection versus like hours of footage we got between Alice/Roy!!! Even when Bill was around, I didn’t see Alice giving two hoots about him. 

Not to mention, Alice has been a widow for years, along with Bill. So if Bill’s been so fucking head over heels for this woman, why did it take Roy coming along and actually establishing a relationship with her, to suddenly draw Bill back into the picture as some sort of obvious, it-was-Bill-all-along connection??

God, im so mad that we don’t know how the fuck Alice felt about things. She was basically just reacting to the decisions these stupid men were making about her, without us getting her choice or her desires. Bc all i ever saw from her was her implicitly choosing Roy by sleeping with him. also, for reals, that ending with the bag like im going to cry; she taught him how to read you guys and the first words he wrote were for her to say thank you like im dyingGGG. never have i had a ship that had proper hope to actually end up together, given the trajectory of the finale. 

THEY HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL, SO MUCH HOPE! THERE WAS NO REASON FOR THEM NOT TO BE TOGETHER. FUCK. we actually SAW them connect over so many little things. When did we even see Bill!!!!!! do anything!!!!! with her!!

Also, lastly, Alice was trying to leave this town!! multiple times, as Truckee said. maybe she couldn’t because she never had the guts to, or because she secretly wanted to stay idk. but why does Bill coming along suddenly change things so permanently? the man’s been in town all these years, and it’s not like she’s shown signs of wanting to stick around for his ass. she didn’t feel like she belonged, and Bill never helped with that. I feel like Roy’s presence actually HELPED her feel more connected to her place/location in life, but also gave her some courage to move on. and yes, 100% i wanted her to go to california WITH Roy but no that was never gonna happen bc #darkness #gloom #edgy. But she could have just left town, regardless. that would have been a more appropriate, actually personal decision that showed she had some agency in that finale. id still have cried, but at least i know she wasn’t being handed off to BILL like some sort of farm animal with no choice in the matter.