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i didn't win the wheel: episode 3 (pt. 1)

i can make gifs now!! big shoutout to @ablogtocheck for the advice. hopefully they don't give anyone epilepsy. ANYWAYS.

little preface: logan is *very* out of it this episode. it's obviously not unlike him to start out a little disengaged. i think even when williams isn't emotionally beating the shit out of him, he's kind of more introverted; you get the feeling that there's a lot going on in his head that he doesn't say, unlike alex, who has NO FILTER WHATSOEVER. what's in his head is out of his mouth immediately... which is why their dynamic is so paradoxical yet so endearing. even in this split second alex is 100x more expressive than logan, but logan– who has been morosely slouched over with his cap covering 60% of his face the whole intro– is offering a small smile just for him. (you can see how quickly the light fades from his eyes though. he is beaten the fuck down guys)

okay, the activity is a mix-and-match; different cutouts of drivers on the grid. i actually really like this prompt because it's really different from what teams normally have their drivers do– it's not remotely athletic or F1-trivia-based; this is pretty outside the box for once so we actually get to see a lot more personality and personality difference. alex is scattered, hyperactive. he stands up almost immediately, pretty much flailing around, laughing and panicking and still kind of having fun. but logan is patiently sitting at the table and inspecting everything from his seat. he's wayyyy more focused and that's ultimately why he wins the challenge. he's been given a task and he's doing it well, committed, without complaining; it's like.. compulsory compliance. but there's one moment in particular that i–

THIS. this exactly. so far they've been complete opposites of each other, even more noticeably than usual; detached vs engaged, focusing vs having fun, sunshine vs complete cloud cover as usual. they aren't even really interacting with each other. any two others in this situation– you'd think there would be some conflict arising at some point, some tension at the too much : too little imbalance. and yet here they are perfectly in sync. completely, fundamentally, wordlessly in sync. they each invade the other's personal space very suddenly, without even eye contact, and then just as swiftly move out of the way so smoothly it looks choreographed. lando would literally have fallen out of his chair by now trying to reach over oscar. carlos would have his hands all over charles trying to block him from the right pieces. if yuki and pierre were still teammates one of them would have already concussed their head on the table and the other would be matching everything wrong on purpose. but these two are utterly aware of each other without even looking. they can respect each other's space and anticipate each other's movements and there's not a single attempt at cheating, distraction, any sort of meddling. yes it's a competition but even though they're acting so different and they are so different there's this perfect unspoken understanding between them and this is just what happens naturally when it manifests physically, visibly. they don't say anything, they just know.

okay this was getting wayyyyyyy too long (such a short episode SO MUCH TO ANALYZE) so i'm saving the last few for another post :)

ep 3 pt 2

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[foolsocracy]

identity reveals are always fun

[bixels]

Baffled.

[wwillywonka]

hey so what the actual fuck

edit: that's the link to the video btw^^

[yooo-lets-go]

Can you maka a content of Roachs gallery lol

Love your style <3

It’s mostly blackmail material

[skull0pendra]

i wonder what it is

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[kushblazer666]

was clicking through instagram stories and heard genuinely the worst song i think i’ve ever heard. however you imagine these words being put to music they’re actually being scream rapped over drift phonk

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[soaked-doors]

*romance dawns your trio* celebrating the end of the semester with these fools

[chloesimaginationthings]

Mike can’t handle Abby in the next FNAF movie..

[fair-itself]

There's a lot I could say about The Subtance as an unflinching, gruesome close-up portrait of systemic misogyny, internalized sexism, self-hatred, and the brutality of fame, but more importantly, you know what I bet? I bet there is exactly one customer of The Subtance who is doing everything right. Week one, makes a living as a fitness influencer; week two, enjoys a lavish retirement funded by her other self's earnings. Week one, jogging, yoga, filming tiktoks, enjoying the vitality of youth; week two, Alaskan cruises, mahjong with the girls, enjoying unlimited free time and liberation from the crushing weight of the societal expectation to care what other people think of you. Keeps her other self on a nice air mattress with a quilt and always cooks a big recovery breakfast to be waiting for her when she switches. Walks out of that creepy alley every week whistling. Has no idea potential complications even exist. Every other user is living a psychedelic horror show of trauma, goop, and rage, and she's just at Barnes and Noble picking up the latest selection for book club. I know I'm alone in this, but I would happily watch that sequel.