#netflix we need season 2

[saiyan-angel-blue]

HAD TO SHARE.......

you're welcome 😉

this just popped up on my twitter tl, sien @sisalt19 did an AMAZING!!!! job argh my new lock screen image 😍🥰

[thenationofzaun]

Another thing I hated in Season 2 is how often and explicity they call Vander "father". Sometimes it's more powerful to leave things unsaid, especially when they are perfectly understandable already. We know already that Vander (and Silco) were surrogate fathers to Vi and Jinx. You don't have to beat us over the head with it by having them call him father every time and even DAD💀

They did it very sparingly in Season 1 ("he's our father too" and "you're my daughter, I'll never forsake you"). The rest of the time it's left unsaid and packs much more of a punch because of it! Vi and Jinx also never directly refer to the men as "dad" or "father", they only ever call them their names. It's just another way that Season 1 was much more mature than Season 2. It had restraint that Season 2 didn't.

[alt-ernativewonderland]

people who don't think charles rowland is bisexual i need you to watch these clips real quick because there are A LOT of these moments in interviews and I'm tired of y'all saying he "friendzoned" edwin on the steps of hell

[burningfunobject]

S2 arcane spoilers!!

Anyone else notice how dim viktors eyes look in the new season like

And it's like this for nearly every other shot

Compared to his eyes in s1

And he's rlly out of character too

And sure that could be the trauma of EVERYTHING that's happened

But I feel like it's more than that

The hexcore is controlling him obviously so maybe we'll see him try to fight against it??

I really hope he does bc I don't think the whole magic arcane Jesus thing is really working for me tbh

OR if he doesn't manage to get free of the hexcore maybe he decides to lean into it by baking himself even more robotic buy powered by hextech or whatever the new equivalent would be

I've also been thinking maybe he'll start upsetting the chem barrens?? But it seems kinda unlikely

[lunarsolar1]

CALLING EVERYONE FROM THE FANDOM!!!!!!!!

If yall want dead boy detectives to RENEW yall have to put your part as well, we cannot wait for a miracle, Netflix has to see SECURITY that they can get that income back. So if you want them to make season 2 please continue reading!!!! If yall really care about this tv show and all of the ships!!!!

1. PLEASE CONTINUE REWATCHING THE SHOW!!!! And tell everyone you know to please watch the show and to give it a THUMBS UP (in the Netflix option, and only watch through Netflix please!!!!) we need to give it more views!!!!! Please don’t give up and try to promote the tv show everywhere!!!! We need MORE VIEWS!!!!!!

2. Spam all of their social media!!!!! Especially YOUTUBE! Go watch all of their interviews and LIKE the video and COMMENT!!! Even if you have to spam who cares just please comment and like everything and SHARE THEIR CONENT!!!!!!! Especially in YouTube, go binge watch their interviews! We need more videos and interactions in that area!

3. Go spam Netflix with “renewdbds2” or renew dead boy detectives or make dead boy detectives have a season 2! We need to let Netflix know that we NEED a season 2!!!!

Please don’t give up, if we want season 2 we have to work in a team. The TRUTH is that this will never work if we don’t do something. We have to do something so PLEASE go do everything you can to bring more awareness to the show and to SHOW Netflix that we are serious about a season 2. We cannot give up that easily but YALL have to do something too. We cannot sit here and wait for them to cancel it, we need to work HARD! Please DONT give up:( if everyone puts an effort we might get season 2, but please start doing it NOW because we are running out of time!!!!!!!!!! (They don’t take this long to give news about a renewal so please!!!!! All JULY, do all of that before it’s too late!!!!!!!!!)

[stasyalovem]

it always makes me cry, the fact that Edwin read to Charles in his last hours just to comfort and soothe him and for Charles it was one of the first acts of kindness in a long time. so i think that moment always be in his memory, special moment when he understand that this boy might be the best thing happened in his more already afterlife. and i really like the idea that since then Charles love when Edwin reading to him. it started one day when they preparing for one of their cases and Edwin read to Charles paragraph with information that would help them from one of these many books about paranormal they have. and it remind Charles how calming and nice and soft Edwin's voice can be. so he ask Edwin to read someting else from this book, like they need more useful info and thats not Charles just want to hear Edwin's voice over and over. and after that time it becomes something permanent. sometimes Edwin reads something necessary for cases or something he just finds interesting. sometimes Charles casually asks "what's new?" when Edwin is completely immersed in a new tome. later, Edwin begins to choose fictional books and read his favorite paragraphs to Charles, interested in his opinion about them. and from brief moments it turns into pleasant hours spent reading and occasionally commenting on both of them, and they really enjoy it. and i love to think it became their special little comforting ritual after long day of investigations and danger. and after them both realized their feelings for each other those reading session start felt more intimate as they snuggling closer to each other, Charles resting his head on Edwin's shoulder and Edwin gently stroking Charles' hair and sometimes they pulling away from the book to give each other a sweet little kiss

[niamhthefae]

not to jinx it but honestly so many people are watching dbd and the fandom has built so quickly that i’m starting to think theres a chance of season 2. Like we’ve got so much hype around it that netflix might just decide not to scrap it.

[larkoneironaut]

The King and Queen of my heart 🥺🖤

[aweelou-sketches]

I'm guilty that I just can't stop sketching these lovely characters ❤️

Thinking if it's a good idea to try sketch the other characters

[koizumi-marichan]

Mi contribution lol

[1jemmagirl22]

Okay, I get it, we’re all terrified Shadow and Bone is gonna get cancelled, but remember, this is Netflix, if it gets crap fucking tons of views in its first month, it gets more seasons. So, when I say our safest bet is to rewatch constantly, even if you’re just playing it on your tv while muted or a separate tab on your laptop while you work, I mean it.

We need to fucking watch and rewatch that show like there is no tomorrow, that’s how we get a third season (and if we’re lucky, in Netflix’s tendency with Bridgerton and Witcher, a fourth)

[mywordsonskin]

I NEED SEASON 2! I NEED MORE ROMANCE, MORE FLIRTING, MORE SPICE!!! I NEED MORE CATS 🐈‍⬛🐈🐾

[aliferousdreamer]

so that's it huh

[beck404]

THEY ARE FILMING HEARTSTOPPER PROMO!

season 2 is coming i FEEL it!! how excited is everyone?

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me)

Summary: Lockwood x Fe!Reader (third person) -> She suffers with nightmares. Lockwood has a feeling he knows why she’s awake every night. So, he finally does something about it. 

Disclaimer: Not specifically mentioned but characters are aged up a little more than in the show. Nightmares, angst, fluff, love etc.

Sweat dripped down her forehead as she sat up. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was a water-shadow left on her bedsheets from where she had been lay. It was worse this time. Constant running, screaming, shouting and yet…nothing but silence. 

Across the room, Lucy lay fast asleep. It was like trying to wake the dead with Lucy, but sometimes she’d wake in the night and she’d lay completely still. Most times, Lucy would fall back asleep. Maybe the sounds came from outside. It was London, after all. 

But not tonight. 

Her screams and terrified yells hadn’t woken her roommate. 

Thank god. 

She took a moment to look around her. 

She wasn’t in the graveyard, or at her childhood home. She was home, at Portland Row. The moon was shining it’s light into her room from the window, a small breeze flowing in from where Lucy must have lifted it open. It provided a cool breeze to her skin. 

Taking a few breaths, she lifted the covers from herself and placed her feet flat on the ground, looking around her a bit more. 

No ghosts. No hunters. No spirits trying to kill her and her friends. 

She’s safe. She’s at home, at 35 Portland Row. 

She wrung her hands over themselves for a few moments. Her heart rate was slowly lowering to a pace that didn’t feel like her heart was about to burst from her chest. 

Standing after a few minutes, she was careful to avoid the creaks in the wooden floor. It didn’t take much thinking, though. This had now become second nature. 

Slowing herself down, she opened up the door and closed it behind her. She took her time to admire the pictures on the wall and the feel of her home. 

She’s safe. She’s home. 

She felt the carpet beneath her feet, leading the familiar path to another bedroom. 

This was second nature, too. Now, at least. 

Before, she would turn left instead of right. She’d sit in the large arm chair, watching the moon dance its beams across the bookshelves before the sun would do the same. Finally, she would go back up stairs, take the yet again familar path to her bed, avoiding the creaks, get dressed and head downstairs for a cup of coffee. 

No-one knew any different. 

But Lockwood did. 

He’d known for a while. Although, he didn’t know what it was exactly that kept her up. Insomnia? Too much tea? Too strong of a coffee in the day? 

Wrapping her hand around the door handle, she slowly crept inside before she reached her side of the bed. 

Lockwood woke for a moment. She lifted the covers and he helped her. Slipping inside, she lay with her back to his chest before she felt his arm lay across her before he took her hand in his, holding her with a gentle-yet-secure grip. 

I’m here. It told her. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re home. 

The pair drifted off together, their breaths syncing as her heart beat calmed in order to match his. 

If only he’d done something earlier, this could have been the solution a long time ago. 

He knew something had been keeping her up. After all, whenever he woke in the night himself, he could see the light in the library from under the door. He never did anything at first. After all, they’d had a busy day. Maybe the adrenaline was still running. 

But then he began to hear the phone ring - or, at least, he thought he did. One ring and the line would go dead. But, in the morning, there was a notepad filled with contact numbers and most of the research was done before they even sat down for breakfast. 

She’d lie and say they called whilst he was in the bathroom. Not that they had called at 2 in the morning and she’d already been downstairs in the living room watching and old tape of Casablanca in silence. 

Except, no matter how many times he’d ask if she was okay or if she had even slept, she’d simply laugh it off. Sometimes, she’d go to bed early - it was the only way she could get at least a few hours of sleep before the nightmares kicked in. 

But she always made sure no-one knew; or she’d at least try. Lie still when they woke up. Act as if she was asleep on the sofa at night when they all gathered to watch a movie when in fact she was more awake than the rest of them. 

However, when Lucy went away for the weekend to visit Norrie and George went to visit his mum and dad for a few days, thus leaving Lockwood and herself alone at Portland Row, there was no excaping his questions. 

Lockwood had been out for most of the day, gathering and paying for more stock meanwhile she was at home fixing the shelves of the library that had recently fallen down. She’d told them time and time again that they needed new shelves. The wood was old and starting to rot. 

So, with George away, it gave her enough time to reorganize and fix what needed fixing in the home without someone being in the way. As much as she loved them. 

Lockwood got back around 9 and after calling out for her a few times, he went in search for her to find her fast asleep in the library. Everything was fixed and looking like new. The books still had to be shelved, but they could do that tomorrow. 

Pulling the blanket from the back of the sofa, she lay it over her before switching out the light and placing the fire guard up. He didn’t exactly shut the door, but just enough to block the light out from the hallway. 

As the hours passed, Lockwood labeled all the stock and filled in the papers he needed to before George came back to strangle him. But, as he began to climb the stairs and switch off the hall light, he could hear mumbling. 

It was incoherant. Barely audible if someone had been speaking to him. But in the dead silence of the home, he could hear it. 

Standing in the door way, he pushed the library door open. He could hear it louder now. 

“Run…no…let…let go of me…”

She got louder as he got closer and before she knew it, she woke to find Lockwood kneeling on the ground beside her. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re with me. Hey, look at me. It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.” 

Lockwood could see the change in her eyes. From fighting to recognition. He visibly saw her shoulders drop before she put her head in her hands and swung her legs so her feet were on the ground. 

Now, she noticed the blanket. 

He must have covered her up. 

“Let me get you some water.”

Moments later, Lockwood came back in with a glass of cold water and handed it to her. 

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” She tried to deny it. 

“You were having a nightmare.” He pointed out. “That’s not nothing.”

A few moments of silence passed over both of them. Until, finally, he spoke again. 

“Is this what has been keeping you up at night?”

She looked to him, shocked, for a moment. She had been trying to be silent. 

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“Well, it’s not exactly going great if you can’t sleep,” he pointed out, again. “Is this how you get everything done, in a morning? Why you’re up at the crack of dawn?” 

He already knew the answer but the fact that she looked down at her feet, trying to look anywhere but at him was confirmation enough. 

He placed his hand in hers, “Hey,” she looked at him. “Next time it happens, wake me up.” 

The heat was slowly dying now from the fire, but it didn’t matter because she could already feel her cheeks burning. Maybe it was embarrassment? She didn’t want anyone knowing what she was dreaming about at night. She didn’t want to be a burden on any of her family. They all had a job to do. 

“You shouldn’t be going through this alone.”

It took her a moment, but eventually she nodded. She tried to look down again but she felt his hand on her cheek, making her look up. It took him a moment, before he moved closer and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

It was a week before she had another nightmare that woke her up so early that it wasn’t even the next day. Any time she closed her eyes, the images and the noises would come flooding back to her. 

That was the first night she went to his room. 

Neither of them said anything. He just pulled the covers back and she slipped inside, leaning into him. He asked her a few questions, holding her hand against his chest whilst two of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. He could feel her pulse. It was racing. 

That same night, he placed a kiss to her temple before pulling her closer. 

It was the first night either of them had fallen into such a deep sleep, George had to knock on the door when passing to wake them up. 

Neither George or Lucy had any idea what was going on. When Lucy was in the bathroom, and George was in the kitchen, she’d rush up the stairs, careful to avoid the creaks before quickly putting on some fresh clothes, running a brush through her hair, washing her face in the sink and heading back downstairs. 

By the time she was downstairs, Lockwood was dressed and Lucy had come downstairs running a brush through her hair. 

Everything continued on as normal. 

And now, months after that night in the library…the nightmares were becoming less and less intense. Less waking up and feeling as if she was still stuck in the nightmare. 

They were getting easier to deal with. 

Sometimes, George or Lucy would see the pair come out from his bedroom but neither asked any questions about it. 

The way they both saw it, both Lockwood and herself look rested. They were better on the job - more alert and less on edge - and they seemed…happier. 

Relaxed. 

Some nights, she wouldn’t have to sneak down the stairs and into his room due to him taking her hand leading her up the stairs. They were both the only two awake anyway. 

And, as she climbed in beside him and he switched off the lamp and they both listened to the movement of distant cars outside, still bustling about. Even if it was way past cerfew, some still broke it; whether they worked for DEPRAC or not. 

She would feel his arms wrap around her, holding her as if she was his home. Maybe it was a stretch to think so but she knew he was her’s. 

In his arms, at 35 Portland Road, she’s safe. She’s home and nothing could hurt her. 

Not even her nightmares.

[girlishwhimsyy]

netflix if you don't get your shit together istfg.

it's genuinely so disheartening and awful to see another unique and interesting show be thrown away because it didn't become the next stranger-things-esque worldwide phenomenon just so they can make room for the 20th seasons of greys anatomy and big mouth.

if they keep cancelling shows after one season because they 'didn't gather enough interest' then what's even the point???? they're helping this supposed lack of interest by not finishing the fucking show.

and they're taking the lego movie off netflix in canada tomorrow so. fml.