#tgp otp

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 04. chidi anagonye and eleanor shellstrop - the good place

[trueloveistreacherous]

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We'll be okay. We found each other again before, hundreds of times. We can do it again.

[lalosalamcnca]

[i-will-sing-no-requiem]

Every All Too Well Lyric as a Ship

Eleanor & Chidi (The Good Place)

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Person A, giving Person B relationship advice: Okay, you have to step up. Find a way to connect with them without, you know, being you.

Person B: What does that even mean? Do I talk or not talk? Do I be nice to Person C or do I throw all their jewelry in the toilet?

Person A: THAT’s the opposite of being nice?!

Person B: So no toilet???

[markedbyindecision]

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[isogenderskitty]

thinkin thoughts that i cant be arsed to retype yippee

[star-kovs]

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[avengerdaisy]

Hi! It means so much to me that you don't hate Roschel--that's rare around here :) I was curious which ships you'd list as your top ten OTPs!

Hey, nonnie. I try to avoid posting hate but I know I'm not perfect ;) I just prefer to focus on things I like than the ones I hate ;)

I haven't thought about 10 OTPs cause the list probably changed over years but at this moment I'd say:

Captain Swan (OUAT)

Static Quake (AOS)

Peraltiago (B99)

Chenford (The Rookie)

Cheleanor (TGP)

Deckerstar (Lucifer)

Caskett (Castle)

Stydia (TW)

Booth & Brennan (Bones)

Brulian (OTH)

When it comes to Friends my favorite ship is Mondler ;) Personally I'm not fan of what writers did with Roschel but at the same time I can't imagine them not being endgame ;)

Thank you for your ask and sorry for late reply ;)

[leonardlikespizza68419]

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[lovesitcomsandgaystuffs]

A sitcom couple that I think deserves a lot more appreciation is Eleanor and Chidi from The Good Place. They were total opposites, but they still helped each other, Eleanor grew up because of Chidi and Chidi grew up because of Eleanor.

Eleanor is the answer. And she is only the answer because it is the decision Chidi made. Because their love wasn't written by the universe or the stars and they weren't meant for each other, their love has meaning because they gave it to each other. They fell in love and chose each other in more than 800 restarts, in life and in death, in heaven and in hell. And that's what life is made of, choices. There is no universal authority to whom you can ask what to do or what the answer is. And that's why Eleanor is the answer, because he decided that even if he couldn't solve all the philosophical questions that his anxious mind asked 24/7, or that even if life had no meaning and was simply a puzzle that you put together one day and the next you have to do it all over again because the pieces have changed, he could always choose her without hesitation. There is no answer, but Eleanor is the answer.

As Michael said soul mates don't exist, they are created and they are the proof of it💕✨.

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Eleanor/Chidi for 17, "holding the other’s chin up"

It’s only later on that Eleanor will remember that, when she was alive, she once said the only place she’d ever play Ultimate Frisbee was in Hell. Right now, in this particular moment, though, she’s too distracted by the enormous bump on Chidi’s forehead.

“Man, your reflexes need some work,” she says, as she surveys the damage.

“Yes, thank you, Eleanor, because now is obviously the time when I will be most receptive to criticism,” Chidi replies, looking miserable and childish the way he’s folded up on the grass. He looks like he needs an orange slice after his Little League game.

“I speak from a place of love, dude. I know you’re shredded under that dorky cardigan,” she says, motioning to the sweater he chose to wear, yes, over his jersey for the game Michael arranged. “You’d think at some point in all that working out you’d have picked up some hand eye coordination.”

He pulls off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose in what she assumes is frustration. “I prefer to get my exercise from solo activities. You know, ones that involve zero physical contact with others.”

Eleanor clicks her tongue. “Okay, you’re hurt so I’m not going to make any of the 85 masturbation jokes that just came to mind, but I need you to know that I thought of them. Hey, maybe I am becoming a better person!”

“Eleanor…”

“Right! Time and place! Janet!” she calls, and the soft boop that heralds Janet’s arrival sounds over her left shoulder.

“Hi, Eleanor! Hi, Chidi! Enjoying the Ultimate tournament?” Janet asks, sunny as always.

“Not so much,” Chidi gripes, as Eleanor rolls her eyes at the reminder of Michael’s insistence that the sport is called just Ultimate, not Ultimate Frisbee, at every single opportunity all day. It’s the forking Good Place, who cares about trademark law here?!

“Yeah, Chidi here got hit pretty hard in the noggin with a Frisbee, so could we get a bag of frozen peas for that bump?” Eleanor asks, sweetly. “Oh, and a flashlight!”

“Sure thing!” Janet replies, and Eleanor’s requests materialize immediately. “Anything else?”

“No, that’s all! Thanks, Janet!”

There’s another boop and they’re alone again, so Eleanor crouches to put the bag of peas on his forehead. Chidi reaches up to hold the bag himself and their hands brush, which makes her stupid little heart race. She assumes that these weird, giddy feelings that sometimes happen when she’s alone with Chidi have everything to do with being stuck in the Good Place with a soulmate she can’t actually bang for ethical reasons or whatever, and nothing to do with real romantic feelings. Because she doesn’t have those for people and she certainly doesn’t have them for Chidi. Sure, he’s cute enough, for a nerd, but he’s not her type. And besides, she’s not his real soulmate, so it would be kind of evil to try to hook up with him. That’s a thing she worries about now, because she’s such a good person.

“Why did you ask for a bag of peas, instead of an actual ice pack?” Chidi asks, interrupting her thoughts.

“A frozen bag of peas has healing properties that a regular old ice pack does not,” Eleanor says, glad for the distraction.

He frowns and the lines between his eyebrows deepen as he considers this. “There’s scientific proof of this?”

“No, Professor Buzzkill, but there’s anecdotal evidence,” she says, and Chidi smiles briefly at that. “Trust me, I’ve been in a lot of bar fights in my life. I know how to make the swelling on a black eye go down fast so you can still make it to your Tinder date later and not have him be all, ‘oh no, what happened? Should we go to the hospital? Are those someone else’s hair extensions in your purse?’”

Chidi just blinks at her in response. “Wow. That was…chilling,” he says, eventually. “What’s the flashlight for?”

Eleanor brandishes it like a sword. “To check your pupils, see if you have a concussion.”

“Let me guess, this is another thing you have a lot of experience with.”

“You know what they say, it’s not a good bar crawl unless someone ends up in the emergency room,” she says. “Also applies to bachelorette parties and baby showers.”

Chidi shakes his head, but says nothing. Eleanor leaves him to hold the bag of peas on his own and moves her hand to his chin so she can tip it up and get a better angle on his eyes. She clicks the flashlight on and shines it into his eyes one at a time, before pulling it away. His pupils react normally, and he tracks the movement of the flashlight pretty well, so he’s probably fine. She’s still considering him, though, when his eyes meet hers and that stupid excited feeling from before comes back in full force. This is precisely why she normally avoid eye contact with men! It’s way too easy to convince yourself you have feelings for someone if you gaze into their eyes long enough. She definitely saw a viral video on Facebook about that when she was alive and commented on it with a barfing emoji.

“So, what’s my diagnosis?” Chidi asks, softly, after they’ve been staring at each other for like a hundred years.

Eleanor clears her throat, and does her best impression of someone entirely unaffected by intense eye contact. “You’re fine,” she says, as dismissively as possible. “I told you it was nothing, you big baby.”

“I guess that makes sense,” he says with a self-deprecating smile. “Why would there be concussions in paradise?”

He hands her back the bag of peas and, of course, the bump on his head is magically gone. Eleanor takes the bag from him with limp hands, her mind still stuck on his question. His injury might have healed quickly, but what was the point of having it in the first place? What’s the point of making her and Chidi join this league in the first place, if neither of them liked this sport when they were alive? It doesn’t make sense.

Her gaze shifts over to where Michael is standing in a huddle with the others, talking in a hushed voice. His eyes are on her and Chidi, though, and it’s not quite concerned, the way he’s looking at them. She can’t name the emotion in his eyes, actually, but she doesn’t like it. No sooner does she notice it than it’s gone and Michael’s face smooths out into its normal, pleasant expression. He gives her a small, encouraging wave and turns his attention back to the huddle.

“What is it?” Chidi asks, following her gaze.

“Nothing,” Eleanor says, because that’s probably what it is. She’s just being paranoid. Everything is fine. She turns her attention back to Chidi, reaching out a hand to pat his knee. “That’s enough Frisbee for us, I think. Let’s go get you some orange slices, champ!”

[trueloveistreacherous]

don’t worry, I'll be looking at you the same way - we’ll figure out how to solve them together - Abby S

[jeffreywinger-archived]

I was dropped into a cave, and you were my flashlight.

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Person A, doing B’s hair: Hair extensions? This is where I shine. You were already at almost-maximum hotness but now you look like a sexy, tan Rapunzel. [sighs] The dream…

Person B: And how exactly did you learn how to do this?

Person A: When I was 14, I had to make myself look older. To get a job. These were the ones I used, and they are real cheap. You’re gonna want to stay away from open flames, and altercations at outlet malls.

Person B: [chuckles]

[melien]

I made Chidi and Eleanor from The Good Place in TS4 ❤️