#like yea. sure buddy

[tomurakii]

So, Gale usually disapproves when Durge starts talking about causing death, obviously. He's a good guy, right? Durge mentioning razing cities or torturing innocents usually nets them an immediate shutdown.

However, after he meets with Mystra you can say that the Karsite Weave is "enough power to level a city" and that you like the sound of it, and Gale will approve. What would usually be a statement he'd get mad about becomes one he agrees with, because he hungers for the same power that Durge does. Suddenly the aspiring mass murderer seems like a tolerable ally to him.

[buckslasagna]

Buddie in S05 E09 - Past is Prologue

[ianthesmells]

mouthwashing is a special experience because not only do you get to watch characters not take responsibility and not expect men in power to do anything to help women in the game, but you also get to watch the same reaction play out in real time in the fandom

[hyperfocusthusly]

fellas is it gay to (checks notes) drink juice ig??? can these people go meet some real gay men and realize how diverse the community is in terms of things like interests and tastes in things…..

(im gonna be eternally begging for those ppl to get a grip and recognize that repeatedly insisting traits like “enjoys ballroom dance” and “shows emotions” and “drinks juice” as an inherent sign of being queer is like… all around harmful and feeds directly into the toxic masculinity that their king talked about im p damn sure 🫠)

Juice bars are notoriously where heterosexuality goes to die yes you may not so much as tap your toes to the beat because the inherent gayness will seep up through the floorboards and start making you do insane things like emote or connect with your feelings which are things we know for certain straight people are not capable of

[rawliverandgoronspice]

oh no I stopped working for five minutes and remembered I love he...................... ;;

[gifti3]

Fics where asmo goes from being somewhat passive aggressive/ignoring mcs existence to slowly wanting their attention

Peak

[ianthesmells]

well for starters he couldve believed what she told him <3

He never noticed it

[tardigrade-train]

Omg dream last night involved a group passing around a bottle that was kinda long and thin & marron in colour, and one of the guys smiffed it and instantly pulled it away from his face scrunchin up & goes 'yea it smells like sex' and passes it to guy two, who sniffs it and kinda goes eyes wide an holds it away like yea sure does

So i grab it and sniff and sniff again and im like. It doesnt smell like anything.

And the first dudes like ???? It is so strong.

????? No????? Whats it meant to smell like??

rhere is no way to describe it, just smells like sex man

So i pass it to a THIRD GUY who smells it and goes 'yea this really doesnt smell like anything, its a soft scent' and im like you sure you arent nuts guy 1?

So guy 1's like wait.

Sheep. Virgin?

And im like DUDE im not answering that, intense privacy breach man, and hes like well yea i know but guy 3 is aro ace and im wonderin if theres a connection here. ( in either me being ace or guy 3 an i dont / havent fucked )

[ultimateutopia]

[ "violence breeds violence" says the guy with ULTIMA IN HIS FUCKING ROOM ]

[nexus-nebulae]

always so wild when i separately find two indie games worked on by The Same Guy, I've been playing Littlewood a ton lately (it's like stardew valley) and i just offhandedly thought "these characters' hairstyles reminds me of the game Kindergarten that was super popular on youtube years ago, thats kinda funny" and then i find out that fucking both of them were worked on by a guy named sean young

[cathymee]

they're really banging out good filipino shows then push for its extension halfway through the show if the rating is consistently good so they have an excuse to slowly turn it to shit and waste so many people's time and interest

[tyrannosaurus-trainwreck]

Sorry, still not over Darcy critical-failing that proposal! Not that sorry, though. I have no idea why Pride and Prejudice hits so hard when most of Austen's other novels are like "They're fine! I like them! Anyway..." for me.

But, here's the thing. Darcy is being an asshole. Darcy isn't an asshole, generally, but he's really being one about his whole Regency Era situationship with Lizzie. Like, he rolls in on day one with this giant fucking chip on his shoulder, acts like he's too good for everyone, and why? Well, he's rich, and he's got lofty connections.

Except who's he rolling with right then? His spineless dustmop of a bestie and his bestie's godawful sisters. Bingley's the sort of guy who can be peer-pressured out of being in love!

Like, you know that thing where you have a friend, and they introduce you to another friend, and that friend is such a wet sock that you find yourself reevaluating your friend because they're hanging around with this guy? Like, okay, Darcy, do you have friends, or do you have toadies? Is this your bestie, or did you find a gentleman's companion that you didn't have to pay?

Later on we meet his aunt, who's the goddamned worst.

Like, we all hate Mr. Collins, right? This woman has Mr. Collins over twice a week for a quiet evening of performative dickriding. That's the kind of taste Darcy's family has. Voluntarily spending hours with Mr. Collins on a regular basis.

There's no talking about Mrs. Bennet's lack of decorum or matrimonial grasping or entitlement without talking about Lady Catherine flying in on her broom to scream at her nephew's fiancee, right? Especially considering that her basis for doing so is a cradle engagement that she seems to have never spoken to her nephew about as an adult and a fucking rumor that she assumes pertains to Lizzie.

She doesn't even talk to her fucking nephew before spending half a day in a carriage to make a blazing spectacle of herself in front of the entire Bennet household! He finds out she did that afterwards when she tries to make him break off the nonexistent engagement that she's announced to half the fucking kingdom by that point.

I mean, unexpected point to Mrs. B, who notably did not even walk down the road to Netherfield to act disappointed at anyone.

Also hard to get on too high a horse after Georgiana's near-elopement with the country's biggest asshole! Like, oh, the Bennet sisters are embarrassing? The Bennets lack propriety?

Buddy, you hired a sex trafficker to look after your sister and then your sister almost fucked the one-man-crime-wave son of your late property-manager. And you didn't even manage to hush it all up properly! Sure, he's keeping your sister's name out of his mouth, but he's running you down like a dog in every other respect to the whole county!

Like, "Oh, look at me, I'm Fitzwilliam Darcy! I'm not going to lower myself to correcting any of The Plebes who now think I deliberately misadministered a will to fuck over The Help out of cheapness and spite, especially when all it would take is one conversation with That Fucker's commanding officer, but god forbid I ever have to go out in public with a Bennet! I might die of shame and secondhand cringe!"

So he's got all of that going on, and then he busts in on Lizzie with a proposal that's got huge "I don't consent to being attracted to you" energy and runs her entire family into the ground. This is after Lizzie's spent approximately three centuries being negged by his mannerless nightmare of an aunt, so that's at least one extra level of "Really, bruh?" in there.

And then he fucking claps back at her rejection! Instead of going "Oh. Huh. Whoops. Guess I'll just have to go marry one of the other ten thousand women lined up waiting to marry me!" he's like "What the fuuuuck did I ever do to you, you fucking menace?". At which point she checks him so hard he spends the next three months bluescreening and looking up how to be polite to people you haven't already known for five years.

So like I said, he is being an asshole here. He knows how to act right, he just hasn't bothered to do so once since posting up in Netherfield because idk, he's on vacation or some shit.

Critically! However upsetting Lizzie finds The Proposal Incident (half-hour crying jag, spends the rest of the day hiding in her room), she is at no point worried about Darcy's subsequent behavior.

This is while she still thinks he genuinely did Wickham dirty and before she's had a chance to get character references from the 500 people working at Pemberley. This is the guy about whom her dad later says "Kidding-not kidding I can hardly say no to this rich fuck, can I?" when asked for his blessing. This is after Mr. Collins literally said "I've heard no means yes these days" to her fucking face and then her mother tried to make her marry him anyway.

She preached a full on sermon about the man's shortcomings to his face immediately after saying she wouldn't bounce on his dick if it was the last one on earth and after the adrenaline crash wasn't like, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuuck my entire life, he's going to burn down the vicarage and frame my father for tax fraud."

Everything that she's seen with her own eyes about this snobby bastard tells her he's not going to go crying to his aunt and get her cousin's patronage revoked. He's not going to go out of his way to fuck her or her family over. He's pissed, and he was definitely playing the ass with that proposal, but he's not going to lash out over it.

So this is Lizzie seeing Darcy at Peak Asshole, with extra assholery that he didn't even do but he couldn't be bothered to tell anyone he didn't do, and Lizzie's still like "omg you're such a fucking prick, how do you even get out of bed in the morning" instead of "Well, RIP to my prospects, there's no way that man doesn't have the lot of us consigned to a convent by parliamentary decree now."

[confused-wanderer]

The villains are utterly confused.

They remember the first robin. They remember how bloodthirsty the little gremlin was, how he appeared out of the darkness with a “HIYA FOLKS” that gave people near heart attacks with PTSD so bad they flinched everytime they walked into a dark corner. They remember his grin, baring few too many teeth with a glint in his eyes whenever the bat wasn’t around to curb him. They remember the death stare, the brooding that made no one doubt this was the Bat’s son. They remember how a punch would land a lot harder than it was supposed to, or the screaming that followed. Oh they remembered him alright.

The second one thank the stars was better. The second robin was giggly. He would hop around town, offering his help to everyone who needed it. Sure he was rough with abusers but hell no one cared about them. Matter of fact, the villains were glad because those assholes deserved no sympathy. They remember his puns, his wonder, his innocence and his spark. They remembered his laughter, his concern - the kind that only comes from one who’s been on the streets. This one was better, and the villains thanked their lucky stars. They remembered him alright.

But now, as the years passed and new characters emerged, the crime city saw the rise of two characters - a sunshine happy nightwing and a ready to kill red hood. And naturally, from their experiences in the past, the villains ended up making an honest mistake that ruined the two vigilantes’ reputation:

The villains assumed the first robin was Red Hood and the other was Nightwing. And BY GOD Gotham has not seen unhinged chaos like this.

SCENE 1

Red Hood *drawing his pistol* : Please, reach for your weapon. I’m itching for an excuse for my intrusive thoughts to become extrusive.

Two-Face: You dare mock me little bird?! Well.. I may not have my weapon.. but I have something I know you’d like..

Red Hood: Oh yeah?What’s that?

Two-Face: TAKE THIS! *slams button and coconuts start falling from the sky, all cracking and spilling as they hit the ground*

Red Hood:

Two-Face:

Red Hood: .. the fuck was that supposed to do?

Two-Face: .. HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING?! YOU HATE COCONUTS ROBIN!!

Red Hood: The fuck- .. wait did you call me robin?

Two-Face *grins* : Yea.. robin. The first one. Thought I didn’t notice?

Red Hood: The first one? Does this *gestures vaguely to himself and his weapons* seem like something the first robin would do?

Two-Face:

Goon 1: I mean.. yeah

Red Hood: What! The first robin was nice!

Goon 2 *guffawing*: I beg your fucking pardon??

Two-Face: .. you took my coin and attached a magnet beneath it so everytime I flipped it it wouldn’t stop spinning. Do you know how long that took me to figure out?? Do you know how insane it drove me?? Joker had to help me out of pity. OUT. OF. PITY.

Red Hood:

Goon 1: ..Also you did steal some of our bones

Red Hood: hedidfuckingwhatnow-

SCENE 2

Nightwing: Hey there buddy! You look frostyl!

Dr. Freeze: Aha! You are too late to stop me robin!

Nightwing: .. robin?

Dr. Freeze: why yes! Don’t act coy, I know it’s you there. Now that we’ve got that clear.. I was wondering if you remembered all those years ago when you gave me a source for electricity to power a hospital keeping my Nora?

Nightwing:

Dr. Freeze: well you weren’t careful enough and never told me how much I could take from it.. so I used it to power so many of my inventions that came after

Nightwing *remembering when Jason was robin and every damn time he came to visit Wayne Manor his room would always run out power and the countless cold showers in freezing winters he had to take because of it*: .. oh? Well, sorry to break your bubble, but that wasn’t me Elsa.

Dr. Freeze: no? You joke around, make puns and I’m supposed to believe it’s NOT you?. The first one brooded like there was no tomorrow. He pissed me off so bad once I overheard him saying his favourite ice cream flavour and I made sure it wouldn’t be available in Gotham for YEARS. You’re not as bad as the first one. I’d remember if you were him.

Nightwing:

Nightwing *firing up his escrima sticks to maximum voltage*: Oh let me jog your memory then :)

[thesecretestblogever]

auston + mirror sex plsplspls 🙏

pairing : auston matthrews x reader

w.c. : 1.4k

warnings : unprotected p in v, mirror sex, slightly rough/dom! Auston

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“This is what you get,” Auston growls from above you. He isn’t lying - you’re getting exactly what you deserve after teasing him all day. 

It started in the morning when you woke up early to make breakfast and brew a pot of coffee. You’d had sex the night before and tossed on the cute, slip lingerie when you crawled out of bed naked the next morning. It was short, red, barely covered your ass, and showed off much more if you had to reach for anything. You didn’t think much of it until you heard a low whistle behind you as you're pouring coffee into two mugs. Warm skin envelops you from behind, Auston’s arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you to him. He breathes in the soft scent of your shampoo as he begins to press kisses to your neck. He finds the sensitive spot behind your ear that makes your knees weak and starts to suck a bruise there, and you realize where this is going. 

“You have practice in less than an hour. And if traffic has anything to say about it, you’ll be late,” you push his face away from your neck. If you let him get too carried away, you won’t want him to stop and then he’ll be grumpy after he gets in trouble for being late or chirped by his teammates for holding up practice.

“Maybe it’s okay if I’m a little late,” his hands wander further, pushing up the slip and exposing you fully. You can feel his arousal, warm and hard against your butt and straining against his boxers.

“Yea, mhmm, I’m sure it’s completely acceptable for the Captain to be late,” you pull yourself away from him reluctantly and grab your plate of food and mug of coffee. “Go get ready,” you shoo him away. He only groans and relents when he realizes you’re serious, and stalks off to go get dressed.

The kiss at the door is longer and deeper than usual and you make a sound of surprise into his mouth when his hand pushes under the silk once more and squeezes the meat of your ass. 

“I’ll be back later,” he says and there’s a hidden promise there.

After he leaves, you stand in front of the bathroom mirror waiting for the shower to warm up. Brushing your hair over your shoulder, an idea forms in your head. A few pictures couldn’t hurt… right? He could use a little pep in his step to get him going for practice.

You pose in front of the mirror, taking shots from different angles. One shows off your round ass perfectly, another exposing your breasts as the mirror begins to fog up. You giggle evilly to yourself as you hit send and step into the shower without thinking anything of it.

You’re a little disappointed when you don’t get a response from him - the only word you receive is a few hours later. It’s a short text and you frown because it has nothing to do with the pictures.

Can you pick me up from practice?

You roll your eyes, but get dressed quickly. You know he is fully capable of getting home, whether it be a ride from buddies or taking public transit, but you do it for him anyway because you love him. You were unfortunately spot on about traffic, and even a few hours after the morning rush, the roads are packed with cars and you arrive later than you would have liked.

When you enter the practice rink, it’s nearly empty. You pass a few of the guys on their way out and they wave and say hello. The place is deserted, but as you make your way towards the locker room, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you down a small hallway. Before you even have time to cry out, you're pressed against the painted brick walls and relief floods over you as you realize it’s just Auston. His thigh is shoved between your legs and his hand rests over your mouth. 

It’s then that you see he’s not smiling or playing around, and a dark thrill runs through you. 

“Think it’s cute to send me photos like that at practice?” His leg presses into you and you whimper. “Got me popping a boner in front of the guys and I had to throw my phone down so none of them saw,” he scoffs when you try to press down on his thigh to relieve some of the pressure that’s building there. You can feel yourself getting hot, sure that your panties are getting wetter by the second. He releases you, holding onto your arm and dragging you down the hallway. You enter what looks to be the trainer’s room - an ice bath in the corner, and an examination table.  You feel grateful now that you were late - less of a chance of anyone walking in or hearing. 

“Bend over,” Auston grunts as he pushes you over the exam table. You oblige happily, the arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. 

Your pants are pulled down quickly and you feel the thick head of his cock swiping through your soaked folds before he pushes into you all at once. You gasp as your body tries to accommodate him as he immediately sets a brutal pace. He has no interest in warming you up or treating you softly and you take it. It feels more than good; it’s addicting the way his hips snap into yours.

When you turn your head, you see your own reflection in a mirror mounted on the wall. You have a surprised and blissed out face, your fingers clinging to the smooth green leather of the table. Your body jolts with each thrust and the sight of Auston pounding into you from behind nearly sends you over the edge already.

“This is what you get,” Auston growls from above you. He isn’t lying - you’re getting exactly what you deserve after teasing him all day. “Could barely focus on practice. You turn me away this morning, just to send photos like that? You’re a slut but only for me, huh?” His hands hold onto your hips so tightly, you know there will be bruises there later. 

You can barely form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. You can only moan out as he hits the spot inside of you that clouds your vision. His hand travels up to grab your hair and push your face into the cool leather. He doesn’t soften at all, his hips hitting hard into your ass and the slapping sound echoes around the small room.

“Say it,” he grunts, each thrust more pointed and deep than the last. 

“I’m a slut,” you cry out. “Just for you. Only for you, Aus. Fuck-” you manage to bring a trembling hand to rub at your clit, but Auston reaches around and swats your hand away. 

“Look at yourself,” he groans. You turn your attention back to the mirror and watch as he fucks into you - his gaze holding yours in the reflective glass. “So fucking beautiful and filled with me. You love when I fuck you like a whore, don’t you?” He finally put his fingers to use, swiping circles over your clit and you watch yourself come undone in the mirror. 

Your orgasm hits you as hard as you’re being fucked, making yourself limp in Auston’s hold. The pleasure is white hot and stinging and Auston buries himself in you before filling you with his release and finally slowing his thrusts as he works you both through your highs.

“That was… fucking hot,” you said through deep breaths, trying to come back to yourself. Auston removes himself from you slowly, watching as your cunt pulses around empty air and leaks the mixture of your releases. He pulls your pants back up, covering the mess to keep it warm and trapped against you. You wince at the wet feeling as you stand and turn around. He’s tucking himself back into his sweats, and pulls you to him after to press a kiss to the top of your head and finger comb through your now very messy hair.

“Round two when we get home?” You offer and he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. 

“As long as you put that slip back on,” he smiles.

[flshsticks]

Pair: Rafe Cameron x male reader

A/N: hey guys imma back after not posting for like a few months just wanted yall to know im still alive

Warnings: spanking, balls sucking, face down ass up, cream pie, mpreg mentioned. Pole dancing, lap dance.

Summary: you are a local stripper that works at a famous strip club for gay men and women. You are pretty famous there and get along well with your clients. Today you have a new special client who wants a private show from you.

You have no idea why you work at a gay strip club right now. Are you this desperate for some money?? Sure you had good reasons why you are working at a strip club. You got a hot body. You’re flexible, you’re pretty. And none of the good jobs will take you because you have no experience and because, you’d just sleep with the manager to get a few extra bucks..eyes flashing through your head and Looking over the amount of men who are watching you dance on a pole right now, just trying to dance your night away in hopes for a good tip from some old and desperate men. You have been working non stop seducing men and sometimes women just for a few couple hundreds. Men who would stuff money in your shorts just for a lap dance so they could get off on your body. Or some who would be way too aggressive with you having to get security on them to throw them out. After a hard night off work you start walking off stage kissing goodbye to the assholes with wife’s and kids. Walking away and Opening a door to the backrooms where you and your work buddies would usually get changed, sitting down by your mirror with the amount of makeup scattered across the desk. You wipe off your lipstick and eye shadow. Massaging your stomach in hopes to get rid of that sore feeling. Before you could even grab your stuff or get changed your manager came in bashing through the door calling out your name, “yes? What do you want.” You said furrowing your eyes, “a..a client wants you right now!” Raising a brow you got up “what do they want?.” You asked but he was already out and gone before answering you. Sighing to yourself you waved your work buddies goodbye while following your manager in a room. Your manager escorted you to the client and hurried out before you could get some questions in. Looking up at the client who wanted you. You began to sweat a bit..he was hot and he was tall aswell, he had a buzz cut that weirdly looked good on him. You tried to calm yourself down..”hi! You are my client for tonight?” He nodded and shook your hand smiling at you.

“Yea..I was staring at you the whole time while you were on that stage. You looked like you knew what you were doing so..I just wanted to see how good you really are..” he got closer and put his large hand on your shoulder. “What’s your name?..” he said “reader..what about you?” “Mines rafe..” you start checking him out, your eyes going up and down. “So you want a private show hm?..” saying to him while biting your lip, he smirked at you and nodded, you agreed to give him his own private show so you drag him to a dark room with a pole in the middle, you got up and started to do some seductive dancing for him. Pushing your ass out towards him, you could already tell he was getting harder just from looking at you.

You got off the stage and walked towards him. Sitting on his lap, he puts his hands on your hips as you start grinding on his covered crotch, as you dance on his lap he starts finding his way down to your shorts. Pushing his hands under them and playing with your ass, he starts to slowly pull down your shorts. He looks up at you for permission which kinda surprises you since none of your clients ever do that. You nod giving him permission to go further. He smiles taking off your shorts and then your underwear, you grab his cheek and kiss him softly while taking his shirt off. He starts kissing down your neck to your chest, rafe takes off his pants and underwear. You get on your knees and started kissing his cock. He groans softly, kissing down his shaft to his balls, you start licking his balls softly polishing them with your spit and tongue while giving them a few loving kisses and sucks.

You then start to lube up his cock. Deep throating it for a few seconds before going back up and repeating that for a few minutes, while you fingered your self from behind. Opening yourself nice and wide for his cock to slide in. After you finish lubing Rafes cock you get on his lap and gently hover over his big pink tip. Watching pre cum ooze out his sensitive slit twitching and begging for some boy pussy to destroy. You start to slowly sit down on Rafes dick very slowly. Your hole clenching down on his shaft tight enough. Rafe thought his dick might snap off, slowly taking every inch of his cock until his whole entire shaft was inside you. Moaning loudly your eyes rolled at the back of your head, tongue sticking out kissing rafe aggressively. You start to go up and down on him very slowly, Rafe being impatient he began to thrust a little faster. You start bouncing in his cock even faster which gave Rafe a sign to thrust harder.

He grip onto your hips tightly like his life depended on it. The grip would have surely caused bruises if he grips onto you any harder. His balls slapping onto your ass. After a while of fucking your ass he pushes you on your knees. Pushing your face down into the cushions while facing your ass up. He spanks your asscheeks just to watch it jiggle. He loved the recoil of your ass everytime he would spank you harsher. As he fucks the life out of you, you start biting onto a pillow. Trying to not make any louder noises that would possibly disturb the other people from outside. He uses your hips as a handle to fuck you even harder. He takes his cock out to take a breather, then he lines his tip to your cute pink hole and slams into you like a fucking bull. “Fuck baby!..I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant if I keep this up any longer!. He said his head throwing back in pleasure. “Oh please Rafe! Get me pregnant..” you whimpered. Pushing yourself back onto Rafe as he attempts to fuck a baby into you. “Gnna-..impregnate you!” Gritting his teeth he tries his best to hold on a little longer.

His thrusting was getting harder and harder by the second. Moaning and whimpering bouncing off the walls while others who walk by the room could hear the hot sex you and Rafe were having. That didnt stop him though. He still kept going despite the noise you and him were making. He hasn’t gotten laid in months and wanted to empty his balls in. on a pretty slutty stripper, he probably drank to much and is now trying to impregnate you. Yes he knows it isn’t possible but believe him he will put a baby into you.

Enough about that now. Rafe was getting sloppy now with his thrusts and was starting to get tired out. His hips start to stutter as he finally shoots his loud out inside your tight boy pussy. After he is finish giving you the hugest cream pie of your life he suddenly collapses ontop of you. This shit head is already fast asleep snoring away with his cock still hard and stiff and still stuffed inside your hole.

After hours of sleeping you start to wave him goodbye as he leaves the strip club. You happily close the door and get ready to get changed. You got changed and got into your car, grinning on both side of your ears as you open your wallet to see the massive tip he gave you on the way out. And his number he snuck inside your purse. Maybe you should visit him sometimes..

A/N: Made this at 4am with some lasagna and juice so pls enjoy this because I might disappear for another few months..💔💔

[juicebuck]

I could always count on 911 being the type of show that doesn’t drop its storylines. There has been stuff that’s been called back that I didn’t expect to be called back, but the difference is is that back then there are some sort of conclusion? Even if there wasn’t closure, it was sort of concluded in that arc of that makes sense? Hen cheating on Karen. Karen finally being able to tell Eva (Ava forgot her name) that shes always afraid of her disrupting their lives. Athena and finally being able to find the person that killed her fiancé. Like I know this show can properly pick strings back up but when they pick the strings they were at least solid. Do I have too much hope that they’ll revisit the “you think I’m in love with Eddie”? Yea sure but any string they grab will be so flimsy. They couldn’t add something at all to the finale if that’s where they’re taking it?

yeah. and well, i mean the issue is tim and the way he runs this show. and that needs to change. or he needs to take a step back and hand the reins over. because his vision (if we can even call it that) is directly at odds with what people want. and i'm not just talking about buddie. but just, in general. the GA has been just as unhappy with his "creative decisions" as the rest of us. bobby being #1 on that list. but also, eddie and christopher being gone and the lack of normal emergencies have come up in the facebook comments a lot. he's lost what the heart of the show is. and, it's not that that heart is gone completely, it's that he doesn't seem to care to find it again in any real way. we get glimpses of it that ultimately come to nothing. and a lot of the issue is that tim doesn't plan anything. he scraps and changes things last minute, it's literally an in-joke with cast and crew that they have no idea what's going on (script tbd cocktail 😭) because they don't. they get scripts mere days, or the day before shooting. which are insane conditions to work under. he killed bobby off on a whim, even though peter hadn't expressed any interest to leave. ryan wasn't even sure whether he'd be coming back. and all of this SHOWS on-screen. because he drops threads to pick up other ones, to only then drop those and do the same. and on and on and on. and it's frustrating because we know the show CAN be good, the heart IS still there. like, the shake-up the show needed was NOT killing off bobby nash. it was better planning, it was committing to the stories you're telling, it was actually CARING about the characters. and the thing is, there are actually some really good writers on this team that DO care, and it shows in some of the episodes. that's where the heart still is. tim either needs to start listening to people other than himself or take a step back. and well, i do actually have hope for season 9. especially after the mass backlash from all corners over the past few weeks. that things could change for the better. and i'm not going to spend the whole summer dooming. i still love these characters and i still believe that many people involved in the show do too, and that they can come back from this. but things DO need to change.