#neither of them wants to be in this relationship at this point

[greensweaterdennis]

this is long, do bear with me here: my most truly grounded macdennis take regarding The Gang Gets Ready For Prime Time is that mac is fully, authentically in love with dennis and their relationship keeps veering further into gay territory whether dennis likes it or not.

one of the funniest parts of the show is that their relationship progressively gets gayer in the background of everything else happening (while still maintaining plausible deniability.) the cross by dennis’s bed and ‘pal-ing around in the bedroom platonically with Dennis’ just pushed them even further into gay territory despite Dennis’s protests.

they share a bedroom. and pal around in it.

mac. sees them. as. a couple. because he knows Dennis is never getting away.

it’s inevitable that they’re going to be together forever, and in a show where the characters don’t get happy endings, nothing could be worse for both of them. Mac is doomed to live his whole gay life with a ‘partner’ who resents that he’s there and doesn’t reciprocate his feelings in any real way, and Dennis is going to live and die with Mac as his boyfriend even though that’s the last thing he wants.

they are in a farce of a relationship and for different reasons, it’s a horrible setup for both of them. neither of them are getting what they want. but at the same time, they’re pretty much perfect for each other. which is the whole point imo. and exactly where the humor lies.

[blossomcola]

winrina using strap on g!p bottom reader 😳, reader being punished cause she let someone flirt w her making winrina furious hehe

pairing. mean dom!winrina x sub!gp reader.

content warnings. pegging.

karina and winter punishing you after you let a girl at a party flirt with you :( they didn’t act at first because they assumed you would instantly let this girl know you weren’t interested because you were already taken, but when they saw how that bitch was managing to get on your nerves with her cheap flirting, they knew they had to act 😤 what started with you two going out to enjoy your free time together ended with them dragging you out of the place and arguing all the way home...

it’s not all bad because the punishments they give always end up being pleasurable at some point! both karina and winter seem to have their brains connected because for some reason their thoughts seem synchronized given how exchanging a look is communicate telepathically, and just seeing them look at each other without even making a sound is more than enough for you to realize that they will not be good to you at all... at first, only karina dared to act that way, but little by little winter managed to overcome her shy nature and let the perversion win, but well, it is to this day where the two always end up doing a hell of a punishment!

what if i continue that they punish you by fucking you with their straps and refusing to even touch your cock 👉🏻👈🏻 during the beginning of the relationship, of course, you thought it was silly that karina had a huge amount of straps when you already had something equipped! but let’s say that one day winter managed to convince you that she really knows how to use it, curiosity got the better of you, and here you are now, letting them fuck you with their straps whenever they want. 🥰

but karina is always mean about that 🥺 surely she would let winter fuck your ass and do whatever she wants with your body because she wants to be in front of your face, a place where she can see your every facial expression and make fun of you whenever she feels like a bitch enough to do so <3 she never misses a chance to tease you or say things to make you whine and sob, taking every opportunity she has to say something that she knows will hit your ego and probably push you further into remaining submissive for them.

“what’s the point of being the one with the dick in the relationship if you don’t know how to use it, (y/n)?”

“who would have thought, the one with the big cock getting one. you’re a cutie.”

also karina fucking your mouth at the same time that winter is fucking you from behind 😵‍💫 ugh those two are shit because they literally ram your holes at the same time and with the same force and roughness, winter making you whimper pathetically around karina’s strap and she herself making you drool all over the silicone cock 🫠 neither of them is kind or different from the other, both are equally cruel and can always be worse if you misbehave and exhaust their patience.

[thetrialsandtribulationsofeb]

i’ve seen a few people contemplating how much eddie’s relationship with buck changed in season 8. that he started keeping buck at an emotional distance, when before we had stuff like, “there’s nobody in this world i trust with my son more than you” and “it’s in my will - if i die, you become christopher’s legal guardian”

and the thought that was recently brought back to my attention by @vibecheckd is that… what if the reason for that is buck’s bisexual awakening? before, they genuinely thought that whatever was going on between them was platonic, so they could do all types of unhinged shit with each other and neither of them would bat an eye. it was a mutual agreement that this is just what best friends do (even if the rest of the people in their lives probably looked at them like, “this is the weirdest friendship i’ve seen, but whatever”)

but now that they know eddie is a romantic option for buck, they both have to be sooo careful with expressing their love for each other and keeping it in that “this is platonic” circle without crossing the line. because if they do… everything crumbles. it’s chaos

buck’s coming out changed the game for both of them. after buck’s realization of his attraction to men, all the rules shifted. now everything is viewed through a lens of, “okay, does this action or sentence mean i’m in love with him?” - something they never had to consider before, because they were both stupid and oblivious to what it all meant. buck discovering he’s bi took the blinders off. and now they can’t go back to doing romantic gestures for each other and pretending it’s platonic. they can only move forward

which is scary af. because, again, chaos. letting themselves be in love with each other is uncharted territory. that’s not how they work, right? they’re great best friends. they’re shitty romantic partners (or at least that’s what they think, based on experience). so what do they do? better to stay best friends forever, right?

except… when eddie moves 800 miles away, it hurts like hell. and it hurts like hell to leave buck and not be able to see him every day. and it feels scary to admit to each other how they actually feel about it. and getting back together with tommy doesn’t work; it can’t replace what buck had with eddie. and going back to el paso after returning to la and living with buck doesn’t feel right - eddie doesn’t want to go. so… there’s literally no escaping their feelings for each other at this point. but they’re still so afraid that they cling to the last bits of “normal” they have:

“it’s not nothing”

here’s a grand gesture of renting your house so you can move on because i love chris

here’s chris flying from el paso to cheer you up because you love chris

they can’t touch that old-new thing between them with a ten-foot pole, so they (try to) ignore it and focus on their love for chris - the one thing that will always be unchangeable in their connection. they were crazy about him when they were just best friends. they’re crazy about him now, when they can’t define what they are to each other. it’s safe and simple. unlike everything else between them

and that’s why they’re both so careful with their words, why they’re closing off emotionally, why they don’t talk about things. they don’t know what the rules are anymore, so they’re both walking on a tightrope, terrified of falling. terrified of breaking the wall between them. because one “wrong” word, one “wrong” action, and the wall breaks down. and that big secret, now just floating in the air undefined between them, will turn very real and crash down on them. and they’ll have to deal with the consequences, which is terrifying for both: eddie’s “wait, i’m not straight?” crisis, and buck’s “wait, i’m queer and in love with my best friend? how cliché” crisis. and both of them are scared they’ll ruin this good thing they have - because that’s what they think they always do. and it’s something they can’t lose

not with buck

not with eddie

(except they’ve lost already - to a force bigger than both of them. the force is love, btw. they can only give in and embrace the chaos. and trust that it will all work out. and it will. because it’s them. and as long as they have each other, they can deal with anything. they’ve proven it time and time again. they just need to be brave and take the risk)

[imdoingitareyou]

cowboy boyfriend!joel scenarios with pictures<3

- established relationship, fluff, reader has female anatomy & is referred to as ‘pretty girl’, tiny bit of hurt!comfort (reference to nightmare, implied anxiety for Joel💔), semi-public sex (in Joel’s truck), oral (m!receiving), the slightest hint towards a creampie and general unprotected sex (be safe people!!!), implication of overstim, reference to a minor argument, cuddles to make it better, no use of Y/N or any physical descriptions

- kind of a bit obsessed with pedro & joel right now so just making the most of it on here, HOPE YOU ENJOY🩷🩷🩷

- not proofread

18+ CONTENT, MINORS PLEASE DNI!!!!

When you come home to him in an evening, and find him sitting on the brown leather couch of your living room, phone and car keys in both hands, boots already on his feet as if he’s been anticipating (hoping) for a call from you, asking to be picked up.

But there is no such call. You walk in as his thick thumb absently slides along the screen each time he’s had his fill of a photo of you - it’s a long process, with him taking at least five minutes to appreciate every photo in its entirety, gazing heavily upon all the parts of you that he can see in any given one.

You move over and stand between his legs, smiling down at him as he does the usual, long and thorough once-over look, making sure you’re okay, even before his eyes ask yours, just seconds before his lips do.

He’d had a nightmare.

You could tell, just by the way he was breathing beside you - slightly heavier than usual, and not quite as even; breaths too short, jagged, rushed almost, to be anything of comfort. Hell, it’s even in the air - tight and firm.

You don’t force him into talking, just gently reach up with soft fingers that say ‘I’m sorry’ for no reason, ‘I’m here and I love you,’ for no reason other than the fact you want to be certain that he knows it. You’d say it, scream it, if he wanted, but by now you’re aware, your touch says it well enough.

Those very apologetic, adoring, gentle fingers, run over the thickened vein in his neck, and your thumb rubs circles into his clenched jaw tenderly. Anything you can do to make him feel a little more at ease.

“You’re too sexy,” you huff out as if it’s a genuine complaint when you’re curled up in his lap in the back of his truck - not even for the first time this week, the two of you have had to pull over because you’re ovulating and simply sharing the air with him, simply being in the same space as him, isn’t enough. Because it makes you crave him, until you’re rubbing his thigh, cooing out a plea for ‘just a quick stop’.

It’s not really all that quick, given how you’d wanted him in your mouth and spent plenty of time damn near just making out with the thick, leaky tip of his aching cock.

Followed, of course, by how he pulls you into his lap until he’s hard again - not exactly a tricky feat after you’ve proudly shown off your mouth, now empty of all the cum that you gleefully swallowed - and awkwardly manages to get the two of you out of the front and into the back.

The thrusts are firm and slow, ensuring to hit all those soft points within you that seem addicted to the sensation of his cock nudging against them, and they don’t stop until you’ve cum. But of course, he also has to eat you out until you’re trembling, and give you at least one more before he finishes inside.

It’s not by any means ‘just a quick stop’ by you both knew it wouldn’t be, even when you were still stroking his thigh in the front, and even when he was pulling over to oblige his pretty girl’s wish.

Standing like this after a fight, tears now dry on your cheeks in tracks that, with every catch of the dim light from the lamp in the corner, make Joel’s heart clench and twist and drop into his churned-up stomach.

Neither of you cares anymore what that stupid argument was about - because it was stupid, in the Texas heat during the peak of summer, when your apartment’s AC isn’t running anymore and he said he’d get to it but he hadn’t found the time, and the heat had made you both irritable, and all the small things seemed like something you could let off some steam over.

After he’s cradled your cheek and kissed you softly long enough that you’re smiling at him again, he asks, “Cuddle? Or shall I fix the AC first?”

Your eyes soften when he says that, and you’re torn. You don’t want to be stuck in this dirty humidity any longer, but you don’t want him to leave either.

“I don’t wanna choose…” you utter with a little pout.

Soon enough, even that doesn’t matter because after ten minutes or so of Joel rummaging around behind the unit, he’d got the AC running again and returned to you, letting you rest your head in his lap as he strokes your hair and utters soft words of praise and comfort and apology. And you do the same in return, trying your very hardest to assure him he doesn’t have to feel bad, even if you did cry.

Joel doesn’t have many rules at all for you, doesn’t believe that sort of restriction makes for a healthy relationship. Of course, there are boundaries and understandings between the two of you, but very few rules. Except, of course, for what he calls the Big One:

‘You want it, you ask,’

While at certain times - such as when he makes you beg for your release beneath him - very cumbersome, at the heart of this rule, lays the fact that he wants to spoil his girl, and that while he will just spontaneously go and buy things, he also likes a bit of direction in his display of affections through gift-giving.

Hence the shared delight that is borne of the arrival of the Golden Retriever puppy that was waiting for you on his lap in the truck when he picked you up from your shift, all because, the prior evening, after having a few drinks and watching a few films, you’d told him how you’d always wanted a puppy.

Now, alongside your devilishly handsome and caring boyfriend, you have a new friend for life - perhaps the singlemost adorable little creature that you’ve seen in your entire life.

[etclouie]

Prompts for Chibs SOA

you are a grown man, don’t pout - i think i pulled something - bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?”

title; take care of you (Chibs Telford x fem!reader)

prompts; 259) “you are a grown man, don’t pout”, 267) “i think i pulled something” and 265) “bit kinky for a monday morning, don’t you think?” — from three hundred assorted dialogue prompts

warnings; established relationship, reader does yoga and chibs makes it a little horny lol, chibs described to be getting older, some talks of sex, so minors do not interact!!!,uh reader calls off work to take care of him, but that’s it?? (848 words)

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you had woke up before Chibs, which didn’t happen very often, but when it did you always decided on squeezing in some time to do yoga.

it wasn’t as if you couldn’t do it when Chibs was around, it was just that he had a way of taking it and making it sexual.

and this morning seemed to be no different.

“the hell are ye doing love?”

his voice pulled you from your thoughts, making you laugh as you looked at him, upside down and from between your legs.

“yoga, you should try it sometime”

he hummed along, watching you as you continued.

now as you said it, you knew he wouldn’t, especially not with the hungry glint that flashed in his eyes as he continued to watch as you bent at the waist.

“no my thing love”

you rolled your eyes as he moved towards you, his hands taking hold of your hips to pull you back against him.

“i’m alright with this sorta yoga though”

he pulled you back against him again, making you gasp at the feeling of him through his sweatpants.

Chibs only pulled away as you peeled his hands from your hips, standing upright and turning to him to point a finger at his chest.

“bit kinky for a Monday morning, don’t you think?”

but Chibs only chuckled in response, smirking down at you instead.

“never too kinky, especially for a Monday morning”

you shook your head, trying to hide your smile as he leaned in to kiss you.

his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against his chest as he quickly deepened the kiss.

he walked you backwards until the backs of your legs hit the couch, easily pushing you down onto it before he settled between your legs.

“baby, we can’t..”

Chibs pulled back to meet your eyes, a questioning look in his.

“ye okay love?”

you nodded, moving your hands across his chest while his eyes kept that worried and questioning glint to them.

his hands moved to the couch on either side of your head, waiting for your next words.

“have work soon, need to shower”

he gave you his best attempt at a pout, making you burst into a fit of laughs.

“you are a grown man, don’t pout”

Chibs sighed dramatically, pulling another laugh from you as he dropped his head to your shoulder, laying against you.

your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him against your chest.

“no sex but ye want to cuddle?”

he lifted his head to meet your eyes, meeting your smile with his own of disbelief.

“sex always lasts longer than cuddling with you”

Chibs chuckled, stealing another kiss before he settled against you again.

it was true, neither of you ever wanted to throw in the towel before you were ready to, and if you hadn’t of stopped him this morning, it definitely would’ve headed that way and made you late for work.

so instead, he compromised to cuddling.

the soft trail of your fingers across his back as you lay in a comfortable silence drew on, until you spoke softly after a while.

“still think you should try yoga, baby”

he quirked a brow at you, which made you giggle under him.

“you’re getting older baby, need to keep fit and all”

Chibs shook his head, a mix of disbelief and scepticism. sure you were right, he was getting older, but was yoga the answer?

his lips parted in a sigh, before he nodded.

“right okay, and were do you suggest i start”

you smirked up at him, watching him stand from the couch with an all but reluctant look on his face.

“easy steps, some stretching”

and that’s what he did, he followed your direction until he was wincing in pain, dropping onto the couch by your feet while holding his side.

he cursed under his breath as you moved towards him, trying to pull his hands away.

“i think i pulled something”

Chibs told, letting his head falll against the back of the couch while you moved across the couch towards him. 

either he was faking, which was a 50/50 chance with Chibs, or he was in pain but amping it up.

“think i need ye to take the day off, take care of me”

you gave him a look, but he kept at it.

“serious baby, need your loving to help get me better”

his hands were still clutching his side while he pouted at you again, earning a shake of your head as you hooked a leg across both of his to settle in his lap.

Chibs perked up as you sat on top of him, but not enough to remove his hands from his side.

“you’re such a baby sometimes, you know that?”

he only hummed in response, returning your kisses as you leaned in to him.

your kisses trailed across his jaw and towards his ear, your words coming out in a soft whisper.

“i see right through you Telford, but because i love you i’ll stay and take care of you”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[ragnarssons]

It's an interesting thing to rise tho, because... yeah... Also, from that conversation with Pa Kent, Clark has never talked to them about the message from Jor-El and Lara?? I feel like it could be a very interesting thing to read between the lines. We don't know when Clark went to Metropolis to live there. But we know he became Superman 3 years before the movie started. We also know he "became" Superman, motivated by his parents' words. Meaning, he probably "found" the Fortress approx. 3 years ago. Maybe Kara showed it to him? Or something? Maybe he went looking for that when Kara reached Earth?? So, fair to say that discovering his biological parents created a real identity crisis within Clark. He probably knew he was an alien before that, I mean, I sure hope so?? But he discovers this whole foreign, unknown part of himself, kinda struggles to connect with Kara herself apparently, so connects to ghosts of his past, idealized versions of his family, of where he belongs. Because, inevitably, no matter how much Pa and Ma Kent loved him... there was still a part of him that felt like he didn't belong (super powers and all, something Smallville explores quite a lot, and All Stars Superman too). It all goes back to what David and James talked about when talking about Clark. He's loved, he has friends, but there's this constant, living, loneliness inside of him. Because he's the remnant of a world that's dead so he grew up on Earth not truly being an "Earthling" tho, but on the other side, he didn't know that world, so he can't even connect to the person who also came from this planet but doesn't know about Earth, aka Kara. And I feel like clinging to the Els and their message, reinforced this loneliness: he never talked about this message to anyone, Lois didn't know, his parents didn't know. He just lived alone with it - maybe even Kara didn't know about it. The thing is, this part of loneliness IS important to the character, and it's gotta be balanced with the fact that he's surrounded and supported. It has to be shown that it's deeper than that, really tied to his identity, hence why he even questions even WHO he is when he loses even a smidge of the "belonging" he had built inside his head. Superman, to him, became an expression of his Kryptonian identity. During the movie, tho, it's lost, because he's discovered that his parents didn't want what he wanted. At the end, it's more like Superman became HIS identity, as a person. Neither a Kryptonian, nor a human, just Clark. The message of Pa Kent also implies that they know that Clark "left the nest" and they accepted it. They've accepted their son in his quest of searching for, learning who he is, even if it meant taking a step-back in his life. Despite that, the Kents are still the heart of the movie, still the heart of who Clark is as a person. I do think it might lead to more connection between Clark and his parents going forward, but I also understand what situation Clark has been in ever since he's discovered big chunks of his origins. This movie is a pure identity crisis movie, and yeah, in the case of adopted children (lbr, children in general), it often pushes aside the (adoptive) parents who did everything for said child, but I feel like it's also important for the movie to say that it's okay, it's needed, and parents need to accept it as well. I think the movie ending in the Fortress isn't so much telling of Clark's character at the end: it's as much a convenience to get Kara there, to show that the robots "rebuild themselves", kinda regenerate, and also to come full circle on the "it soothes him" stuff, and Clark's identity crisis. I don't think it means Clark is "still a shitty son", if he ever were. Quite the opposite, I think the movie showed some acceptance, that will allow him to delve deeper into the relationships he has in his life at this point. It's an interesting layered relationship, where Clark is probably not faultless, and it will make some potential future events really interesting...

funny bit of superman 2025 was when it was kind of implied clark does not reach out to ma and pa kent all that much the way they were speaking to him on that phone call in the beginning of the movie, and then in the middle lois is the one who takes him to them when he’s injured, and based off that phone call you don’t know what to expect from their relationship but then they’re actually so supportive and loving with him? and then the WHOLE thesis of the movie is basically “superman isn’t evil bc ma and pa kent raised him to love”. and then they do the final scene to reinforce this but he still doesn’t go to see them or call them. he’s in his cave ALONE watching videos of them. as if they’re not alive and well. and miss him. like lmao BRO #shitty son clark kent

[chlomdtvv]

❥arthur frederick headcannons

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏:

—HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN

— boyfriend material 100000%

— princess treatment almost all of the time.

—if you're going through something, he'll immediately notice

"please let me know if i can do anything for you"

—his love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch, sprinkle in some quality time as well.

—he thinks he's punching you which is so not true cus like hello ??? he's so handsome wtff

—let's you 'borrow' his clothes, it turns him on when he sees you in his shirt with nothing underneath but even other than that, he just loves seeing you in his clothes in general.

—  who said 'i love you' first?; arthur. for your 1 year anniversary, he took you on a trip to spain for the weekend - drinking wine on the terrace of the hotel, looking at the beautiful sunset and he just goes "i love you" which makes your heart melttt

and of course you say it back.

one thing leads to another and his face is in between your thighs 🤭

—he DEFINITELY knows how to treat a girl right, growing up with 9 siblings and the majority of them being girls - he for sure knows what to do whatever the situation is.

— too drunk on a night out and your your feet hurt? he’ll happily carry you. you’re cold? he’ll give you every jumper and jacket he owns. 

— we all know how smart arthur is, he LOVES giving you random fun or random facts. for example, you were in his sitting room while looking for a good restaurant to eat at when he randomly just goes;

"actually, did you know."

—to me, i don't think he's that big of a fan of pet names, maybe your nickname (if you have one) or

'baby' or 'babe' either when he's drunk or it just slips out. he likes calling you sweetheart from time to time tho

—how long does it until take u two move in?: arthur is the type of guy to want to make a relationship last, he wants to make sure that he's marrying the right girl too, so maybe 1.5 / 2 years then you two might move in together.

-— if you want to go shopping, he'll definitely go with you. he gives you his honest opinion, for example;

"arthur, which top looks better?" he scans over the clothing before shaking his head slowly. "neither, maybe find something that has a darker colour" he suggests. you did end up buying a different top that he actually picked up for you - it's now your favourite top.

— your fans do not know you two are together but OH MY DAYS the amount of ship edits of you two is mad.

—he does have a secret instagram account that only his friends and family follows, you're posted up EVERYWHERE.

— bros onna whole new level of down bad - like he’s so deeply in love with you  to the point you think he’s madly obsessed wit u.

—  he's the sweetest man ever, as in like he's the type of guy to cling onto you when he's drunk, mumbling the words "i love you" again and again.

—RANDOM. COMPLIMENTS.

—he 100% has a spotify playlist dedicated to you (public too, has about 1,000 saves)

—you both are very clingy to each other but when you want space, he'll give you it and if he wants space, you give him it.

— his parents and all his siblings looove you, whenever you two go out with some of his sisters, they always drag you away from him just to tease arthur which is hilarious. but you treat his sisters like their your own which makes him love you more

— in some youtube videos that he’s in, you’ll always catch him on his phone at least a few times during the video, more or likely he’s texting and updating you every while.

— hell always find a way to mention your name in podcasts, yt vids or just any conversation ever. not to the paint where it’s jarring but to the point everyone knows that he’s like head over heels.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 

—he hates arguing wi u, but if u two are arguing, (reminder he's basically a lawyer) like bro, he will bring proof and evidence to back up his points

—fights are never big or physical or anything like that - mainly just disagreements and about an hour you guys basically say sorry and forget it.

—he refuses to go to bed angry or on bad terms with u.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍

— the double dates with either josh and sabina or liv and isaac.

— the one year anniversary trip, in spain  at the super fancy hotel he booked where you guys both said “i love you” #cutiepie 

—that you two went on was when he took you to a beautiful restaurant during the monaco trip.

—wine and chess. in my head he's the type of person to bring you to the beach or a picnic date, a bottle of red wine and a chess set in a tote bag and a blanket while he tries to explain the rules of chess before he properly teaches you.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖

— he is PACKINGGG

—my guy is vocal asf.

— majority of people probably think he’s soft during sex but i think he can go ROUGH AND HARD LIKE..

—loves it when you mark him, hickeys, nail marks on his back etc.

—your pleasure will always come first before his, he wants to make sure ur satisfied

—he secretly loves when you tug on his hair, turns him on 100% more

— dude is a 100/10 MUNCH, he can do mad tings wi his tongue

—he grunts and moans a LOT, definitely a whimper guy too. 

—he prefers more slow and intimate than fast an rough. (he'll do either way tho)

—  best at giving compliments during it

"you're perfect"

“you look gorgeous like this”

"let me see those pretty eyes"

"y’like that baby?"

“god, you feel incredible”

—HIS HANDS 😩 

i go feral for this man … can u tell?

[tryandbehappy]

I’m really nervous for the rest of the season, like I’m team Jeremiah all the way but I don’t want to get Conrad at all like he’s more like a Mary sue at this point and it’s grating and idk I just want something happy for Jere 😥

Watching the show as a Jelly fan right now is pure torture. I’ve never seen anything like this in a love triangle — such overwhelming favoritism toward one character, and such an unfair setup for the other.

(Oh maybe I have? Hello Nick Blaine 🥲)

Just look at what Jere is going through: there’s literally no one on his side. Every close person in his life has lied to him and never valued him. the one “supporting” him is his father’s mistress — a fact he’s the only one in the family who doesn’t know. Neither Conrad nor Belly wanted to tell him. …while they absolutely should have told him back when she started help planning their wedding — and the fact that Jeremiah doesn’t know is just awful. And now Belly herself is completely insincere with him, cheating emotionally for no reason.

I get that some fans have decided to hate Jere because… what? He wanted a certain wedding cake? He has a bad credit history? Really? That’s the big crime? This is such an unfair way to treat a character. He hasn’t done anything deserving this much hate. He didn’t interfere in Conrad and Belly’s relationship — in fact, he explicitly said he wanted them to be happy if they loved each other.

Now he’s being punished in a situation where he’s trying so hard — mending things with his dad, his brother, and Belly — but every one of these people is betraying and lying to him.

He gives this heartfelt speech to convince Laurel to attend the wedding, and it is just pointless… until Conrad says something and Laurel immediately agrees. Jere doesn’t know Conrad was the one who swayed her. (Thank god I guess?)

I don’t know how cruel you have to be to actually enjoy watching someone get destroyed like this. Even if you don’t like him, he’s done nothing that warrants this level of bullying or wishing the absolute worst for him. His heart is about to be crushed in a way that will change him forever.

And let’s not forget: this wedding meant more to Belly than to Jere. She pushed him toward the proposal, celebrated it, defended him — only for us to find out it was all a lie. She keeps telling him she wants to be with him forever, but in that same moment, she’s already wanting his brother. While Jere is grinding away at a job to build their future — the very future she said she wanted — she’s busy drooling over Conrad with her legs spread.

Even if you’re rooting for Bonrad, you have to admit: this is disgusting. No one deserves to be crushed like this, especially not by every single person they care about.

And the most important thing is — I don’t understand why. I mean, if you want to make Bonrad the endgame, then make it so they have a stronger emotional connection, that they understand each other better, that they want each other more.

But no — you first made Jelly incredibly strong, developing all the nuances of their relationship, all the components of real love. And then you show that something was wrong with the main character’s head — memory substitutions, some kind of self-persuasion, and so on — that everything turned out to be false. (Like how is this Jeremiah’s fault??) And even that is not a reason for her to behave so dishonestly toward him and still go on planning to marry him when she has already almost kissed Conrad. Like, guys, seriously — what the fuck is this? I don’t see Jeremiah as the villain here at all, but everyone else around him, and honestly, I just want him to walk away as soon as possible.

[heldbybarnes]

hii! i’m sorry if im being annoying, but i do have a question tho

some time ago i saw a fic in which bucky, sam and the reader go to bucky’s therapy appointment together and i think it was maybe yours but im not sure. i think bucky and the reader are in an established relationship and sam recommended to them they they should go together bc he feels as if there was some tension between them and at some point in the appointment as bucky and the reader are found the soul gazing exercise the reader breaks down and saying “bucky everyone is dead, i don’t even allow myself to think too much about it but you almost dying on a mission pulled the rug from underneath my feet” and he just holds her while she cries… anyways, kind of a long description, i was wondering if you were the one that posted that and maybe deleted it or archived it. i didn’t even get to save it or anything because my phone shut down…

i’m sorry for this long rant but it did remind me of something you’d write bc your angst and generally everything is chefs kiss!!

okay, im actually gonna stop talking now. thank you for answering (if you do, which you obviously don’t have to do), and thank you for basically being there for me after long days and bringing me comfort with your posts!! :))

i don't think i wrote that?? (tbh most of my writing is a fever dream that i can never remember). BUT i loveee this idea!

im so glad i and my writing can be there for you after the long days. that is exactly what i hope to achieve every time i write💚

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It starts with Sam. Of course it does.

He’s standing in the kitchen when you walk in, the late afternoon sun bleeding across the countertop, Bucky slouched on a stool beside him. There’s the casual clink of a mug being set down, the low hum of small talk—normal, easy, nothing that feels like the edge of anything.

And then Sam says it.

“You two should go to therapy together.”

It’s not even subtle. He’s looking between you like he’s assessing damage, like you’re both ships that have been patched up enough to stay afloat but not enough to actually sail.

You laugh, mostly out of discomfort. “We’re fine.”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t say anything, but the silence is heavier than any argument could be.

Sam shrugs. “Fine doesn’t mean healthy. Just think about it.”

That’s how you end up here, in the too-warm office of Dr. Leighton, the therapist Bucky’s been seeing for months. You’re in the second chair today, instead of on your couch at home. The walls are lined with bookshelves and plants, the air faintly smelling of peppermint tea.

Bucky’s beside you, solid and warm, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles have gone pale.

Dr. Leighton gives you both a gentle smile. “Thank you for agreeing to do this together. Couples sessions can be very clarifying.”

You nod, though you’re not sure you agree. You came because Sam’s right—there’s been tension. Not fighting exactly, but a… distance. And maybe that’s your fault. Or maybe it’s his. Or maybe neither of you wants to be the first to say that you’re scared.

Bucky shifts in his seat. “This isn’t ‘cause I don’t like talkin’ to you,” he tells her. “It’s just… I don’t like—” He stops, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “I don’t like people messin’ in my head unless I want ‘em there.”

“That’s fair,” she says, nodding like she’s got all the time in the world. “We’ll go slow. No prying. I’d like to start with something simple.”

Her definition of simple is… not simple.

It’s called the Soul Gazing Exercise. She explains that it’s about building intimacy, about connection without words. You and Bucky will face each other, knees almost touching, and look into each other’s eyes for two minutes without speaking. No fidgeting. No glancing away. Just breathing and looking.

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “This some kinda mind trick?”

“No tricks,” she says, smiling. “Just presence.”

You think you’ll hate it. You think you’ll feel awkward, exposed, maybe even resentful. But the second you turn toward Bucky, the room narrows to just him.

His eyes are so damn blue they knock the wind out of you. They’ve seen too much—wars, loss, shadows you can’t begin to name—but they’re also the eyes that soften when he watches you make coffee in the morning. The eyes that crinkle when you say something dumb and he can’t help laughing.

You’ve looked at him a thousand times before, but never like this. Never without an escape hatch.

At first it’s steady. You breathe in, breathe out, let yourself settle into the quiet. You can see the tiny scar at his hairline, the faint twitch in his jaw when he swallows. You can feel the heat of him, the way his thigh shifts against yours.

And then it happens.

It’s not gradual—it’s like the ground opens up beneath you. Your chest tightens, your throat burns, and suddenly you’re not in this soft office with its peppermint air. You’re back in the compound infirmary two weeks ago, standing in the doorway as they wheel Bucky in on a stretcher, his shirt soaked through with blood.

The doctor had said he was lucky. You hadn’t felt lucky. You’d felt like your heart had been ripped out, like the universe had taken aim and decided that this was the moment it would finally win.

Your vision blurs.

Bucky’s eyebrows draw together. “Doll—?”

The first sob rips out of you like it’s been caged for years. You’re shaking before you even realize you’ve moved, hands gripping his like a lifeline.

“Bucky, everyone is dead.” Your voice cracks on the word. “I don’t even let myself think about it most of the time because if I do—if I do, I can’t breathe—but then you almost—” You choke, pressing a hand to your mouth. “You almost died, and it pulled the rug right out from under me.”

“Hey,” he says, his own voice breaking now. He’s already moving, already pulling you into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, c’mere. I’ve got you.”

Your fingers curl into the back of his shirt. You try to breathe, but it’s all jagged edges and static, your chest aching with the force of it.

He just holds you, rocking slightly, one hand cradling the back of your head. “I’m here. You hear me? I’m right here.”

You shake your head against him. “You can’t promise that. Nobody can promise that.”

“I can promise I’ll fight like hell to keep it true,” he murmurs into your hair. “I’ll fight every damn day if it means I get to come home to you.”

Dr. Leighton doesn’t interrupt. She just lets you stay there, tangled together, until the worst of it ebbs. When you finally pull back, your face is blotchy and damp, but Bucky’s hands are still firm on your waist like he’s anchoring you to the world.

“I didn’t know you felt like that,” he says quietly. “I mean, I knew you worried, but—” His throat works. “I didn’t know you carried it like that.”

“Because if I said it out loud,” you admit, “it would make it real. And I can’t…” You trail off, swallowing hard. “I can’t lose you too.”

He cups your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “I know the odds aren’t perfect. But I’m not goin’ anywhere without one hell of a fight. And you don’t have to pretend you’re okay just to protect me.”

The words land heavy but sure. You nod, more to yourself than to him.

By the time the session ends, you’re both wrung out but��� lighter. You don’t leave holding hands, exactly, but when Bucky’s fingers brush yours in the hallway, you don’t pull away.

Outside, the sun is low and gold, the air cooler than it was when you came in. He opens the car door for you, and for once you don’t make a joke about him being old-fashioned.

Halfway home, you reach over and rest your hand on his knee. He glances at you, then covers your hand with his metal one, holding on until you pull into the driveway.

It’s not fixed. You’re not fixed. But maybe that was never the point.

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

I don’t know if you have been asked/answered this before but do you think the js have a secret accounts on social media?

Imagine if they were one of us here on Tumblr, just merrily tinhatting themselves…for a valid (enough) reason at first, but then ultimately just because it turned out to be really, actually fun.

Like, back when all the gay rumors were huuuuge business, they made an account half out of curiosity and half so they could see specifically what people were talking about/what people seemed to know or not know/what people had picked up on/etc. etc.

Because, listen…they had already heard a great deal from other cast and crew members about what their reputation had so rapidly and thoroughly morphed into, especially on Tumblr (but everywhere, really), so they lurked around from a mostly-blank account for a while (they actually created it together one afternoon while on set), not logging in often, sometimes engaging with other accounts to ask questions or to get clarification on something.

Or to fuck with each other. Mostly to fuck with each other.

But then, once they had to start really locking things down tight(er) out in the world and donning their straight jackets the majority of the time, they slowly (occasionally) began to actually enjoy stroking the fire…eventually even getting to the point where they were blatantly drawing people’s attention to certain details/moments/ideas that might have otherwise been glossed over.

Because when you really think about it, that’s kind of the only way they could at least partway do the things that everyone who’s in love with someone else wants to do - share how you feel, show your person off, feel validated in your relationship, shout about it from the fucking rooftops.

Of course they’ve still always had to be very very careful to only do it in a way that appears to come from just another fan.

Well, a tinhat fan.

But just a tinhat fan.

There’s still plenty they can say, plenty of media they can post, plenty of ‘theories’ they can ‘speculate’ about.

As long as they’re careful.

Honestly, though, even when they do mess up, it still flies under the radar.

Because this is Tumblr we’re talking about.

Sometimes, it’s actually a game that they play with each other, where one J creates a post that’s designed specifically to either embarrass, one-up, (or occasionally even turn on) the other J when they see it.

Jared definitely has done this quite a few times while drunk.

But his drunk posts are typically the dirty ones (he has a thing for posting those con clips where he’s doing some sultry move or bending over right in front of Jensen), whereas Jensen’s drunk posts often have to be edited the next day because he’s been known to get passive aggressive about either Genevieve or Danneel or both, usually indirectly but…sometimes a bit more directly…

That being said, he has also drunk-posted about Jared’s ass. More than once.

But fast forward in time again and this shared account has taken on yet another purpose…sort of like a lifeline to each other when they have to spend long periods of time apart.

Sometimes neither of them uses the account for months and months (or more, even), but then one of them sits down at his desk one night after a particularly difficult week and puts together a J2 throwback post with a bunch of cutesy moments and a tag after the other expected tags that just says “it’s always been worth it.”

And it’s almost like a love letter in code.

Actually, that’s exactly what it is.

[acourtofthought]

I seriously want the next book to be Elain's. Like I'm praying so hard its about elain so we can finally get more of elain and luciens story. We've been waiting for years now and I just need their story in my hands already. I just know Elain's story is going to be the best out of all and I just need to know more about her😭😭 like she's something mysterious and she's going to take everyone by suprise

I would love Elain's POV next for a few reasons. First because the mystery of her character is starting to feel overplayed. I completely understand why Sarah wrote her into the background more often than not, that's how underdog stories are set up. But at some point things will begin feel too drawn out and it also starts making the other characters look worse, to constantly undermine her and fail to give her credit. We need her POV to finally clear up any confusion about her thoughts on having stabbed the King, her lost humanity, her bond with Lucien, how she really feels about living in the NC, etc. Second (and to your point), the will they / won't they of the mating bond is also at a point where it needs resolution because again, it's starting to feel too drawn out. Lucien and Elain's characters will remain in limbo until their bond is dealt with, who is their found family going to be? What court will they end up living in? We already know the answers to that for the other characters who may receive a romantic arc so the characters, even without a love interest, feel settled in a way that Elain and Lucien do not. Third, because I don't think Feyre or Nesta will truly find peace until all three sisters have gotten their HEA. They may have had their romantic arcs and found their happiness with their mates but their familial relationship has been a huge driving force in this series, something Sarah confirmed once she realized the part they'd play as she revisited / rewrote book 2. Feyre struggled in the novella seeing that neither of her sisters were truly happy and she definitely struggled in SF with the Nesta situation. In HOFAS, we got a glimpse of Nesta now in a worse place than where we left her in SF and I have a feeling it's got something to do with Elain (considering her reaction to Elain's name being mentioned while wearing the mask). It doesn't matter how happy the sisters are with their mates, they'll never fully be at rest until their relationship with each other is fully resolved and in a healthy place and I think it's time for them to find that. And finally because, if Elain and Lucien really are meant to be the ones to defeat Koschei, free Vassa and restore Spring, anything up until that point is going to feel like filler. It's why so many people felt Nesta's story lacked plot, because if she and Cassian weren't going to have a major part to play in the political dramas / overarching theme of the spin-offs and defeating the big bad (because Elain and Lucien were going to be the key to resolving all of that), than it feels like any other POV but theirs will suffer from the same fate. It would be more of the same "oh, we know Spring is falling apart, we know the peace treaty needs signed, we know Koschei and Beron are threats but we're just going to run around doing other stuff until the Elucien finale book. These are not set up the way TOG and CC were (where Sarah can jump around to many POVs), they are a dual POV where the two leads are the ones who get to claim the glory in their singular book. That means whichever two characters lead the last book of this particular overarching plot will be the ones who resolve the major issues and anyone that comes before that will only be given a B plot to handle. With all of that said, I do sadly prepare myself for Elucien's book not being next because Sarah's mind is a labyrinth and I can't begin to guess if I have any of it figured out. I'll still hold out hope until the official announcement is made though!

[evanhereonearth]

Okay, so. Shit kicked off, and not in a fun way. We’re talking “my new man had a brush with death a fortnight into our relationship” levels of shit kicking off.

The last month has not been fun.

I won’t spill details, beyond hospitalisation, rest of life go boom too, and all of it coinciding with the anniversary of my best friend’s death, so I spent that grief anniversary terrified of losing someone else, so…yes. Not fun.

I spent a lot of time asking myself who I wanted to be and how I wanted to show up. Listening to my intuition, trusting my heart’s whispering, and also regulating my nervous system through a lot of silence and fear, because he withdrew into his walls.

That intuition told me a lot of things. I know a trauma response when I see one. And I also trust my instincts about people. Also my nose? He smells safe. Weirdly, my nose is bang on about recognising safe people (including when someone has become UNsafe, but that’s a different story). Humans are animals too, but I digress.

The point is, that was a crucible of a Mercury retrograde.

And it ended. Fucking finally.

And he and I reconnected in vulnerability and mutual compassion.

I asked myself a lot if I was self-abandoning by waiting and hoping for a month when we’d only dated a fortnight. I decided I would be self-abandoning if I ran; whether I owed it to him or not, I don’t know, but I do know I owed it to myself to trust my instincts. Running would have also meant abandoning him, and that also wasn’t something I was willing to do. Wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away.

Reader, while this is not a “hold steady for that random guy you met on Hinge when he leaves you on read for days” post, this is a post about grace for the people who have shown you care and consistency and communication and just happened to have a crisis. Or, like, a flurry of them in quick succession. Jab, cross, jab, uppercut, hook.

I saw the punches land. I knew where they hit on existing wounds. And as much as I wanted to stop it, I couldn’t. And when I got hit on the backswing and pummelled by my own hits, I reeled as much as he did. We never hit each other, but he couldn’t be there for me when he was KO’d on the floor. I didn’t get hit to that degree, so I crawled toward him and stretched out a hand and waited.

(I don’t know when this became a boxing metaphor.)

I’m so, so glad I held space for him and for myself. Did I have woe-is-me moments where I thought the same bloody pattern of me getting abandoned was repeating? Lol, yeah. Did I breathe through it and find compassion for myself? Yup. Did the ghost of my best friend maybe knock a trinket off a shelf to tell me when to send a text and he replied immediately when I obeyed? Erm. Maybe. (Yes, if you are a woo woo bitch like me. If not, cool.)

When he finally woke from that beating and saw my hand and reached back, when we reconnected, we did so with the same care and communication we started with from the first day. Directness and mutual respect. Wholehearted apologies and curiosity and seeking each other’s truth. Commitment to repair what needs repair.

That’s a hell of a lot for the first two months of dating, but lads, I am still just as cooked as after date one. More. Officially have been plated and garnished.

I’m keeping this one as long as he’ll have me.

I don’t need perfection. I need someone who tries. Who gives me the same grace I give them and who lets me in. Who sees their own wounds clearly and says, “I won’t let my fears and pain hurt you again, and this is what I will do to make sure of that.”

It’s still early days, even if we lowkey covered the whole in sickness and in health and for better or for worse on a speed run from hell.

Neither of us navigated this tangle without stumbling, but that’s kind of what I’m here for too. It’s not avoiding mess and life and conflict; it’s handling it on the same team.

Even as we both got hit with what felt like our own personally tailored cosmic shitstorms the same week in some godawful galactic joke, we treated each other with kindness and gave each other what we were able. That wasn’t always enough to meet a need fully. That’s okay. We each gave a hundred percent of what we could.

And that, my friends, is a triumph—whatever happens next, I’m excited to find out. Because if this man can come back from this mess, if I can be safe to have my feelings and needs and express boundaries, if we can meet each other with such care and kindness and tenderness?

We might just be unstoppable.

🥹

When you’ve got a date you’re painfully excited for and he sends you a voice note about his own excitement and chuckles halfway through and you almost pass out because it hits the Solas chuckle activation node:

[thetheoryisalie]

This scene was 100% going to be Mike breaking up with El and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Like there's no way he was going to confess his love for El but then needs Will's continuous support like 5 minutes later when he actually confesses his love and she's in actual danger.

And let's not forget about the other advice that Will also gave Mike during the van scene:

"And if she was going to lose you, I...I think she's rather just get it over with quick. Like ripping off a Band-Aid."

And then Mike literally takes the first opportunity to do just that.

In that pizza place is probably the first time he's been alone with El since their reunion, and El starts initiating an intimate conversation between the two, and Mike wants to explain himself and brings up their last fight, only to not get to say what he wanted because Argyle interrupts him, and then next thing he knows El's dying and needs his support and Will (unintentionally) pressures him into confessing his love to her to save her life.

Like that's actually so sad :((

Also: how he takes off the glasses covering his eyes right when El initiates the intimacy, like he's finally ready to be open with her.

I think most of us know this is reoccurring imagery with Mike, most notably the airport kiss scene (can't recall right now if there are any others)

(sorry about the bad picture btw, getting them to be even remotely in focus was a pain, it's such a short scene and that red guy walks right in front of them for like half of it lol)

The glasses cover up his eyes and therefor part of his expression, it symbolizes how he's hiding a part of his emotions from others and the audience.

But this imagery doesn't make any sense if he's just struggling with telling El he loves her.

Firstly, the fact that Mike loves El isn't supposed to be a secret at this point. Mike himself tells it to Nancy, Jonathan, Max, Lucas and Will (and thus also the audience) in S3 E6:

"because I love her and I can't lose her again."

And we, and Mike, know that El knows this and overheard him here, because she tells Mike "I love you, too." at the end of S3, right after she says all this:

"Mike?" - "Yeah?" - [sighs] "Remember that day... at the cabin, you were talking to Max?" - "Um... I don't think I follow." - "You talked about your-- your feelings, your heart." - "Oh. Oh, yeah, that. Man, that was so long ago. Um..."

"That was really heat of the moment stuff, and we were arguing and... I don't really remember... What did I say, exactly?" - "Mike..."

"I love you, too."

There is zero doubt what she's referring to here. She knows Mike loves her, sure maybe by season 4 she's doubting his former love confession, but then the feelings that Mike would be hiding are that he doesn't love her anymore. His love for her isn't a secret, everyone already knows/assumes so anyway, and Mike knows this.

So the only thing he could be hiding is that he doesn't love her anymore/doesn't love her the way that everyone is assuming he does.

And then he takes his glasses of when El initiates an intimate conversation the first chance they get after they reunite to take Will's advice to 'rip off the Band-Aid'

Also Also: El is the one who initially opens up the intimacy of the conversation, and tells Mike she missed him:

"I...missed you"

Mike then takes over the conversation, but I want to talk about how El looks very serious here.

At this point, they're basically broken up. Mike couldn't tell her he loved her, and in response she writes "from El" in her last letter to him before going with Dr. Owens. You can see it better when you actually watch the clip (at the top), but the way she hesitates to even say she missed him, and then briefly smiles but goes back to looking serious when he says he missed her too, doesn't exactly scream that she was going to tell Mike she does want to continue the relationship, nor does it feel like she was going to reciprocate if Mike did tell her he loved her.

And clearly she also had something to say to Mike, otherwise she wouldn't have opened up the conversation like that.

Also Also Also:

The way the love confession would have happened if Argyle hadn't interrupted also doesn't make much sense:

"You know, the last few days, I... I've had to think about the last talk we had. You know, before the cops and... the whole world went to shit? I... I guess I just... I dunno. I guess I just wanted to say that--"

I guess I just... I dunno. I guess I just wanted to say that I love you?

Please, what kind of love confession is that? And why did he have to think about that? He should already know that he loves her, he's already said it once before.

Unless that's not actually what he was going to say...

Bonus:

Both of them wearing something that reminds them of their most important person(s) on their wrist, El's bracelet Hopper gave her that used to be his daughter's, Mike's matching watch with the party:

They all wear these in every episode, only exception I caught was Lucas during the basketball game. Mike and Max are also the only ones wearing them on their right hand.

Lucas not wearing the watch when playing basketball -> This is when he's trying to be different the most, 'trying to distance himself from the party'/ become something different from who the party is (nerds)

Lucas and Max's watch both being round -> matching shapes to create harmony between the characters/Lumax

Max and Mike wearing the watch on their right hand, not the left like the rest -> both having something that they're working through that they're hiding/not being open about with the rest of the party/not 'matching' the rest of the party

Max also doesn't wear hers when in the hospital (obviously) -> completely removed from the party and unable to talk to them

Just some initial thoughts I had/things I noticed, feel free to analyze this deeper (please @ me if you do, I'd love to hear it!)

Bonus Bonus:

"But I have one more important question: do I look cool?" - [laughs] - "I feel like I look really cool. Are you giggling?" - [giggling] - "You're giggling because I look awesome. I can't see it but I know you're smiling because I look so good. Right?"

cute ElMike interaction when they're broken up, and it would almost be expected to be awkward

vs.

The only 'romantic' Mileven interaction we see after Mike's monologue. El is the one who initiates the side hug. Mike only pats her shoulder after she rests her head on his shoulder.

Plus:

Will actively giving them space to talk. We know there's more than enough space for 3 people on the back seat Mike and El are sitting on because we've seen them all sitting there, which means he's choosing not to to give them some privacy.

Yet they're barely talking?

"Did she... talk to you at all?" - "Not much... I mean, a little bit."

Also, Will would have definitely heard anything they would have said to each other (Jonathan hears Will talking about the painting to Mike just fine, and he was further away), so the only reason he's asking this here is to inform the audience that Mike and El aren't talking to each other. If they were talking to each other like normal, there would have been no need to tell this to us, since anyone would have assumed so anyway.

Bonus Bonus Bonus:

The pink and yellow upside-down pizza triangle that's right next to Mike in like every shot he's in in the Pizza Place scene:

yeah anyway...

Edit:

Also, something that just occurred to me: Literally why would they have this scene in the first place, just to have an actual love confession scene later in the same episode? (Both of these happen in S4 E9) There's no need to stall things. You could have just not had this scene in the first place, and replaced it with them helping Argyle make pizza or something to get Jonathan and Will in a private setting.

Like, if we go with the narrative that Mike was insecure about confessing his love to her, this doesn't tell us anything we don't already know. We know he feels insecure, and is afraid of El not needing him anymore from his conversations with Will in the van. We also already know assume he's in love with her.

This scene doesn't do anything instead of making us question what Mike was actually going to say. And there's no need for that if the answer was always just going to be that he's in love with El. You don't waste time on a scene that's is only there to stall a love confession, if the love confession is in the same episode anyway. Like, what are you stalling? The only thing this would do is make it so that the creators of the show have to cut other scenes. As if they have the time for any of that in a show like Stranger Things.

Actually, I lied. It also establishes that Mike and El do value each other ("I... missed you." - [exhales] "Yeah. Yeah, I missed you, too.") but this is completely redundant if they're just in love anyway. Like gee I sure hope the main romantic pairing of this show at the very least misses each other when they're apart. That kind of goes without saying if you're in a romantic relationship. There's no need to clarify that you miss each other. Unless that romantic relationship isn't doing so well...

[starry-bi-sky]

Snippets for my Clone^2 Au that I thought was funny...

in incorrect quotes style format (Clone^2 = Both my Clone Damian Au and Clone Bruce Danny aus combined)

Snippet 1: Danny and Damian meeting for the first time

Danny, avoiding Damian's katana: I don't wanna know who made you I don't wanna know who made you I don't wanna know who made you Danny: pleASE STOP TRYING TO STAB ME

------- Snippet 2: Danny and Damian meeting (Alternative)

Bby Damian: gets dropped off in the ONE city where his dad's clone is Danny, internally: damn I don't wanna know who made you

Danny: alright little buddy, lets -- *blocks Damian's sword* please don't stab me -- let's get you something to -- *blocks Damian's sword* please don't stab me -- something to EAT

------------- Snippet 3: Danny checking out books in the library Librarian: oh, are you trying to learn arabic, Mister Fenton?

Danny: oh- uh, yeah :) my parents recently,,, took in a foster kid from overseas,,,, but we found out he doesn't know english and he's having a hard time adjusting Danny, lying (only partially) through his teeth: so I,,, thought,,, maybe it would help him acclimate to his new environment if I learned some arabic :) Librarian: oh how sweet! let me know if you need any help, i can find you more books Danny: thank you

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Snippet 4: Damian wants to patrol Damian: let me come with you on patrol Danny, 16 year old idiot who fights without powers: uh. no. you are Itty Bitty Child Damian: comes with anyways

----------- Snippet 5: Damian, trying to fight a ghost without a ghost-proof sword: Danny, catching him and holding him against his chest: *radiating exhaustion* no,,,, no,,,,, not yet,,,,

-------- Snippet 6: danny has an epiphany Danny, realizing that he needs to set an example now that Damian is coming with him on patrol: fUCK Danny: I NEED AN ACTUAL SUIT ---------- Snippet 7; dynamic duo Danny: what is it with you and batman and robin???? Damian, silently sweating: ,,,,,,,because they are exemplary partners and i would like to think that us two are the same Danny, doesnt know identities: ...aww??? thats kinda sweet??? okay :)

---------- Snippet 8: hypocrite Damian: dijaal (affectionate) Danny, on day ?? of solving a cold case after a ghost asked him to: hrbhk - Damian, what are you doing up? it's late, you have school in the morning Damian, staring at him deadpan: you have school too. you should go to bed Danny: five min..utes buddy. then i'll go to bed Damian, grabbing the back of his rolling chair and pushing him to bed: no. now. danny, with eyebags the size of the marianna trench: ...fine. now.

--------- Snippet 9: ...the line Danny, doing homework with Sam and Tucker: Danny: *has an epiphany* wait. shit Tucker and Sam: ...? Danny, his head in his hands: am I Damian's dad or his brother?? Danny: wh- what do we define this??? Tucker: ... you're brothers until its funny? and then you're his dad?

----------- Snippet 10: learning Danny: reading a book about learning arabic Damian, slamming his hand down on the book to get his attention: dijaal, *points to book* kitab Danny, frowning: what? Damian, tapping book: kitab Danny: ..ki..kitab? Kitab? Book? Damian: Boog...book. *points to table* tawila --------- Snippet 11: clone reveal Damian, later after he knows enough english and months of chilling out: i am a clone.... meant to kill my original Danny, internally: wow you don't say? Danny, out loud:..huh. okay. thanks for telling me, uh, same here. except that last part

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Dijaal = imposter Damian is affectionately calling Danny an imposter because danny is a clone of bruce :)

[cringefailvox]

ideal radiostatic relationship progression for me personally is friends to enemies to codependency

[wisted-twonderland]

it’s going well

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