#can you hear my heart shutter? 😭

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Can we have more of the Angel/Demon kidnapping timeline where they have to tie reader up and make her love them? It’s just so good😭

a/n: okay, I went a little wacky, a little crazy, and made a new sub-reality in this au. hear me out: magic cum. they have to cum in you x about of times before your human form is even capable of falling in love with such creatures as them. kinda like a vaccine lol

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“You can take it, I know you can,” Steve uttered from behind you, his lips ghosting against your quivering jaw, soothing your doubt, “come on, just a few more for us,” your beyond exhausted body was nuzzled in between either entity as their phantom tendrils made sure that they had plenty of room to accomplish their job, “a few more doses, sweetheart, and then you’ll be singing a different tune entirely,” he stressed as their previous loads still oozed out of you as they steadily stuffed you full in every way imaginable. 

Snatching up your chin, Eddie tilted it for your blown pupils to meet his, “can’t you feel it already starting to take effect?” he slowly stroked a knuckle down your soft cheek, “because I can. Just look at what a good girl you’re being for us. Feel the way your holes are sucking us back in, begging us not to leave you? I know your body’s on fucking fire by now, don’t even try and deny it.”

You shuttered, knowing he was correct. It was infuriating, but true. You wanted them, hell, you needed them. Your heart just wasn’t in it. 

“If you ask me,” the devil crooned cockily, “I think your body’s already in love with us,” sharing a glance with the angel over your shoulder, “that pretty little head of yours just hasn’t caught up quite yet. Good thing we’ll just keep going till it does…”

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[lancermylove]

Lucifer's Scars (Scenario)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Lucifer x gn!Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive, mentions of a violent event (spoilers from OG OM).

Prompt: You wake up in the middle of the night and see Lucifer's scars on his back.

A/N: Sorry this was late! I nearly got a heat stroke yesterday and couldn't function. 😭

Word Count: 769

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Your eyes slowly opened as you felt movement beside you. The only light in the room came from the flickering flames in the fireplace, but even then, you had to blink a few times to adjust your vision to the brightness. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw your boyfriend's silhouette and slowly turned your head to ask what happened. But what you saw made your mind and heart freeze. For the first time, you saw Lucifer shirtless, but his muscular bar was not what caught your attention. Your eyes stared at the two long, disfigured marks on his lower back. 

"Hey, Asmo, do you know why Lucifer never removes his shirt? Even at the beach?" 

Though your question was innocent, the fifth brother stayed silent as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket while shifting his weight from one leg to another. Seeing that you were determined to get an answer, Asmo sighed heavily and whispered, "After we lost the war...Lucifer tore off all his wings in anger. Four wings grew back, but the bottom two never did." 

'Was Satan the reason? Is Satan's boa a remnant of Lucifer's missing wings?' 

As you slowly sat up, a wave of sadness washed over your thoughts. Just how much pain did Lucifer feel when he had torn off six wings from the roots. You shuttered at the thought of having a hairline fracture, but he ripped 6 bones clear from his body. A lump formed in your throat, but you did your best to push it back down into the pits of your stomach. Moving closer to him, you rested your head against his back and lightly brushed your fingers along his arm.

"I apologize for waking you." 

His voice sounded drained from overworking and constantly dealing with his brothers' messes. For a moment, only the sound of crackles from the fireplace could be heard in the room until Lucifer's deep voice cut through the silence. "What's the matter? Are you alright?" 

"Hm?" You hummed slightly at his question, wondering what he meant. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I can hear a change in your voice. That particular change only occurs when you have just cried or are crying." 

Surprised by his statement, you slightly lifted your head from his back and stared at the back of his head. Lucifer chuckled at your silence and added, "When I love someone with my heart, I can connect to their soul and notice every minuscule detail related to them. So, tell me, what is the matter?" 

A silent sigh escaped your lips as you leaned the side of your head against his back again. How were you supposed to answer his question without forcing him to recall painful memories or bring up a sensitive topic? So, you chose to keep your lips zipped. 

"Does your concern have to do with my scars?" His voice held no malice or anger, but you could tell he was unhappy discussing this topic. Lucifer felt your muscles tighten against his back and sighed heavily. "(Y/n), you have no reason to worry. The scars are merely there to remind me of the mistake I made out of anger and a constant reminder to control my answer. No, the scars do not hurt, nor do they bother me. If I had to return to my past, I would still choose the same path." 

Your eyebrows furrowed upon hearing his last statement. "But why?" 

"If I choose a different path, I would lose Satan." He said softly, but the hint of pain in his voice was evident as if Lucifer's mind had forced him to think of the unthinkable. 

For a brief moment, your eyes widened, but your expression quickly relaxed into a gentle smile. Adjusting your position, you wrapped your arms around Lucifer from behind and planted a kiss on his upper back before whispering, "Spoken like a true father." 

"Brother," he replied with a drop of irritation. 

"Father," you giggled.

"Brother." 

Despite hearing the warning tone in Lucifer's voice, you replied," Father." 

"(Y/n), you are feeling rather awake. If you have the energy to argue with me, shall we spend your energy in a more...useful manner?" Your boyfriend turned his head, wondering if you picked up on his hint. 

"More...useful manner?" You asked, confused. 

Lucifer freed himself from your embrace and stood up wordlessly. In the next second, your back was pressed against the mattress while he hovered over you with a smirk. As your cheeks started to turn red, Lucifer leaned in for a kiss with the intention of not letting you sleep for a while. 

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[dannystheone]

hi!! it’s lee kenny anon again, tysm for your sweet reply to my message!! you’re so kind 😭💗 i thought i’ll leave a request for when requests open back up again, if that’s okay!!  sorry if this is too much 😭

maybe kenny is trying to cheer up butters, and they end up breaking out into a tickle fight! they sound like they would be so cute together!! can be shippy or non shippy, whichever you prefer! i personally love bunny but i’m fine either way <33

tysm for reading, please feel free to take all the time you need! or feel free to change any part of this or just reject this, no worries!! thank you!! 💗💗

Sorry this is late guys, I've been a little busy! I hope you like this :0

WARNINGS: None! Just tickles :) they are 9 years old in this!!

He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses (Lee Butters/Ler Kenny)

Butters is having second thoughts about his appearance and how he feels about dressing up as Marjorine. Kenny cheers him up a little :)

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"Hey Butterms!" Kenny McCormick stepped through Butters's bedroom door without knocking. They had grown close enough to where they could step into each other's homes and share each other's privacy. According to Cartman, they were best friends after all.

Kenny walked in on Butters at a bad time, however. Butters sat on his bed hugging a stuffed animal while wiping at his face. Kenny cocked his head in curiosity. The curtains were shuttered closed and his room was a bit untidy. It seemed Butters didn't hear Kenny walking into his room.

"Butterms? Youm omkay?" Kenny called out. Butters head whipped to the right as he cleaned his face up immediately. He sniffled as he put on a friendly smile, despite his pink narrowed eyes.

"O-Oh! Hiya Ken! I uh- I-I'm just listening to Taylor Swift again! You know she always gets me." Butters held up his phone, but no song seemed to be playing. Kenny didn't respond as he simply watched Butters fidget with his hands.

"Ahem- So! What do you wanna do? We can color, we-we can play trucks!" Butters suggested. Kenny walked up to the bed and put a supportive hand on Butters knee.

"Youm omkay Butterms? Youm can tell me anything." Kenny said. Butters turned his gaze down, his happy facade fading. He started to fidget with his hands.

"W-Well...I don't quite know how to say this..." Kenny waited patiently while Butters mustered up his courage. Butters knew he could share anything with Kenny, but how much was anything?

"Um, r-remember when I dressed up as Marjorine that one time? To go to the girl's sleepover?" Butters asked. Kenny nodded thoughtfully. Butters fidgeting seemed to get worse.

"Well, I-I've been thinking...um...I've been having thoughts about putting the Marjorine clothes on, just for myself, you know? When I was at the sleepover...it was the first time I felt confident in myself." Butters looked down at his hands, refusing to look at Kenny. Kenny moved his hand from Butters knee and placed it on his shoulder.

"Wellm, whym don't youm wearm them?" Kenny asked innocently. Butters' eyes turned to Kenny filled with fear.

"No! I-I couldn't! M-My Dad would find out right away and ground the heck out of me! I can't have that Kenny!" Kenny slid his hand up and down Butters back to calm him down. Butters took a breath and held his neck to ground himself.

"It's omkay Butters, tamke it eamsy." Kenny encouraged. Butters looked to Kenny, searching his eyes for any form of judgment. When he couldn't find anything, he cast his gaze back down.

"I just...oh hamburgers. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about girl's clothes, I mean, I'm a boy! But...I keep thinking about how I felt when I had them on and...and I felt something I've never felt before. I feel like I was meant to wear them, but-but I know it's wrong!" Butters exclaimed. Kenny felt his heart tug. Butters should be able to wear whatever he wanted if it made him happy.

"Butterms, youm shoumld be amble to wearm whatemver youm wamnt. It's yourm hamppiness. If it mamkes youm hamppy, youm shoulmd be allowed to wearm it." Kenny explained behind his hood. Butters interlaced his fingers tightly as he looked up to Kenny.

"But Kenny I can't. They're girls' clothes! What if it changes me into a different person? And my parents will find out! Oh, Jesus-" Butters held his face in his hands. Kenny didn't know what to do. Butters seemed distraught, he could use a pick-me-up. A lightbulb dimmed above Kenny's head.

"Wellm, I donm't thimnk you'll turn imnto a differement permson, Butterms. No mamtter what youm demcide to wearm, you'll stillm be the same permson. Youm'll stillm be kind, and friendmly-" Butters wasn't looking at Kenny, like he wasn't believing him at all. Kenny took his hands and started scritching Butters' side gently. Butters side bent inward as he started giggling softly.

"And youm'll stillm be timcklish!~ No mamtter what clomthes youm hamve on, youm'll stillm be sooomm timcklish~" Kenny's hands traveled up and into Butters ribs as Butters started retreating into his pillows. Butters eyes narrowed as he lightly giggled.

"K-Kehehenny! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Kenny smiled behind his hood as Butters snickered and lightly pushed at his hands.

"M'yeah Butterms, thamt's the poinmt. Youm thimnk no mamtter what clomthes youm wearm, youm're gomnna run away from beimng this timcklish?" Kenny scribbled over Butters' tummy, which made Butters squeak and curl into a ball. Butters' knees kicked up into his chest, with Kenny's hands still folded into his tummy.

"I-hehehehee! I dohohon't knohohow! Ohohoho Christmahahas!" Kenny took the opportunity to scribble his fingers over Butters' upturned side. Butters laughed gleefully as he turned fully onto the attacked side to try and hide it, but Kenny took his other hand to scribble the opposite upturned side.

"And you'rme vermy funnmy, and smart, and remliable! You'rme a goomd frienmd, and emveryone likes youm! Thamt's not gonnma chamnge." Kenny explained to a giggling Butters. Butters hair fell into his eyes as he tried using his elbows to cover his sides. Kenny lightly dug into both Butters' sides simultaneously. Butters' eyes crinkled as he belted out heavier laughter. Kenny was trying to keep it light, but Butters was super sensitive.

"Teehehehehee! Kehehehen!" Kenny heard pleading in Butters voice. His fingers stilled for a moment, giving Butters a moment to breathe. Giggles petered from Butters lips as he came down from the tickles. "Hehe- hehehe- K-Kenny don't-" Butters felt Kenny's fingers on his sides still. He twitched to the left. "-stohop!"

Kenny grinned evilly as he raised his fingers above Butters' face and started wiggling them slowly. Butters started squirming and covering himself while Kenny started lowering his hands.

"Domn't stomp? Is thamt whamt youm saimd, Butterms?~ I didnm't knowm youm limked it som much~" Butters had a panicked smile as he tried scooting everywhere that Kenny's hands weren't, but Kenny was quick to track him.

"Nohoho Kennehehey! Nohoho no no! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!" Butters laughed as he could already feel Kenny's fingers wiggling in his sides as they wriggled above his eyes. Kenny teased Butters by dropping his hands suddenly on Butters tummy without actually tickling. Butters jolted as Kenny quickly brought his hands back up. It made Butters laugh out earnestly.

"Gehehe-HEHE! Kenny- Kehehen STOHOP! Oh hahamburgers-" Kenny faked out Butters a few more times before his hands really did go in for the kill and started scribbling all over his tummy. The anticipation made Butters whole body tingle, which in turn made him more sensitive to Kenny's touch.

"Youm beliemve me yet Butterms? I'll keep it ump umntil youm dom..." Butters nodded immediately at Kenny's question, small tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes. Kenny slowly let up on his tickles and let Kenny recover.

Butters sat up slowly, the giggles petering out of his system. "Ahehee...oh jeez. I guess I had that coming, huh? Serves me right for being such a sourpuss." Butters held his hands together when Kenny reached forward and held Butters hands. Butters looked up into Kenny's eyes.

"Butterms...wearm what makes youm hamppy. Youm demserve to wearm what youm feel comfortable in. No mamtter what clomthing it is." Kenny reassured. Butters still didn't look convinced.

"But what if my parents find out, Ken? I can't go to school dressed as Marjorine consistently, they'll find out for sure!" By 'they' he meant his parents of course. Kenny wished they would leave the poor kid alone.

"Mmm, what if youm worme the clomthes in yourm room? So they wonm't finmd out and youm'll feelm goomd?" Butters had a questioning face on as he thought about it sincerely. It slowly dawned on him. Kenny watched as Butters face grew brighter and brighter as he realized.

"Oh- Oh Kenny you genius! I can wear the Marjorine clothes in my bedroom and-and they'll never find out! Oh, golly! I'll go try them on now!" Butters raced for his closet and slid the door closed behind him. Kenny waited on the bed silently, swinging his feet while singing a tune in his head.

After a few moments, Butters called out. "Okay Ken! You ready to see?" Kenny looked up from his legs and made an affirmative sound.

Marjorine came out of her closet, smoothing out her dress and brushing her hair out of her face. She applied light makeup and brushed her wig, with two braids on either side of her face and bows pleating the braids. Her eyes were light with complimenting blue eyeshadow and blushing cheeks. Her dress was a light blue with a poofy skirt and trailing ribbons. The dim room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"Well? Wh-what do you think?" Marjorine asked, her hands fidgeting as she waited for an answer. Kenny took her whole image in, and felt his whole face burn up.

Kenny jumped off the bed and removed his hood, to reveal his blushing face and star-lit eyes to her.

"You look gorgeous, Marjorine."

[antimonyandthyme]

Hi. I've just finished reading Shutter Speed. I've been trying to come up with the words to tell you how grateful I am to you for writing this. The fic has been on my list for several weeks now but I've been putting it off for one reason or the other. And I'm sure life has given it to me at the right time because I've been going through some pretty horrible stuff these past few weeks and reading your fic has given me some really needed relief. It made me smile so much and I could actually feel the warmth in my chest when I read certain paragraphs. It's just so beautiful and I feel like I'm not expressing how thankful I am for every second of effort you put into writing this gorgeous work.... THANK YOU. I am in tears as I type this. Your work let me escape the real world and the emotional stress I am under for a few hours. I spent so much time looking through the work of all the photographers you've mentioned in the fics. I had such a wonderful time. Your writing is truly incredible. Seb's insecurity and Mark's undisguised longing when he looks at him 😭🖤 And Lewis and Val's gentle and easy love in the background. Britta being the queen that she is. And that tender sex scene in the end???? Just.... God I have no words.

'The Nikon 70-200mm lens seems absurdly heavy in his hands. It feels like a responsibility.'

'Sebastian wants to shake Mark awake and go, Look, look at that. See that gold? See how it matches your hair?'

“I didn’t feel unsafe. Not for a second.”

“He’s excellent in front of the camera,” Sebastian says hastily, when what he means is, The light strikes him as if he were a diamond, and the shadows adhere to his face like a lover.

“It’s the way you look at my camera.”

“I’m not looking at your camera,” Mark says this like a fact. “I’m looking at you.”

“I can’t see anything else,” Sebastian gasps, and it’s the truth. He closes his eyes and Mark’s there. He gazes off in the distance where the sun sets and Mark’s there. “All I see is you.”

All these lines permanently altered my brain chemistry.

I am so sorry. I really wish I could put into words how much your fic means to me right now. I'll just settle for 'Thank you' at the moment. I just feel like your fic has picked me up and given me a huge, warm hug. I look forward to reading more of your work. I hope you have an amazing holiday season.

dear dear anon. i've read and reread this lovely comment so many times and am very much at a loss for words. honestly means the world that you took the time to share your thoughts with me. i'm so over the moon the fic could be a source of encouragement in a tough time; writing brings me a lot of joy in part because i get to share it with people, and this is the greatest thing i could have hoped for with a fic! the most wonderful thing. thank you for letting me know i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart!

also i'm so so happy you looked up the photographers mentioned, if you have any thoughts on them you'd like to share i'd love to hear it! here's a lil tidbit i wanna share with you, when i mentioned iconic photographs of lips this was one of them by daido moriyama of course!

i am wrapping you in a blanket and sharing a cup of hot choco with you i am giving you the biggest, hugest warm hug i possibly can, i hope you're doing better, wherever you are, and i'm wishing you the very very best. mwah mwah mwah

[97-liners]

congratulations on 2k jackie! have a cheol:

for requests, either one of these with jeonghan:

Being so close that you can feel your lips brush when you whisper or “can you feel my heart beating?”

(alternatively, anything sweet with jeonghan kggkg i will eat it up)

- livvie

auuughhhh nooo not black turtleneck cheol 😭😭😭 a black turtleneck is the sluttiest thing a man can wear…!

anyways because it’s me, i had to be creative, so here’s an arranged marriage modern royalty au with prince jeonghan!! no word count bc i wrote this on my phone

“you’re avoiding eye contact.”

jeonghan’s voice is quiet, his breath hot against your ear. “sorry,” you frown petulantly, making no move to tilt your head in his direction.

“you haven’t looked me in the eye all day,” jeonghan says, a grin in his voice. “not even on accident. not even when we kissed.”

you press your lips together. it’s evening now, the formal reception, and your first dance with the prince is being furiously photographed and televised to an audience of millions. the whole day has been. from the ceremony in the morning to the carefully choreographed kiss on the palace balcony to the carriage ride through the capital, waving and receiving flowers from fans lined up along the route.

“come on, your highness, do you really hate me that much?” jeonghan’s hands are firm on your waist as he sweeps you into a small spin.

“don’t call me that,” you reply quietly. “and, i should be asking the same to you.” of course he hates you. handsome prince jeonghan, charismatic and flirty, a teen heartthrob turned eligible bachelor, and now married to plain old you. the only thing you have to stand on is the noble blood running through your veins and childhoods spent summering with the yoon siblings.

“why would i hate you?” he sounds surprised.

“i know this wasn’t your choice,” you sigh. “i’m sorry.”

“and how do you know that?”

“there’s no way it could be anything else,” you laugh bitterly.

you turn a little too quickly and catch the hem of your dress under your foot. with a quiet squeak of surprise, you stumble, only to be caught quickly by jeonghan pulling you into his chest. gasping, you turn your head to come face to face with him. he still has those same gentle eyes you remember from when you were a child.

jeonghan looks dead serious, however. he holds you against his body, tight, but you wouldn’t have tried to back away even if you could. “do you feel that?”

“what?” you breathe out, barely a whisper, too entranced by his eyes to think straight. this is exactly what you were afraid of. it’s always been like this for you, one look into his eyes and you’re a stupid teenager all over again, lovesick over the prince.

“do you feel my heart beating,” jeonghan asks, and you do, frantic and heavy against his chest, like a caged bird trying to escape. “i chose this,” he says, loosening his grip on you and letting you step back. “i chose you.”

he tucks a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, painfully affectionate, impossibly tender. “please don’t think i hate you,” he murmurs, tracing his thumb tenderly along your cheek. behind you, you can hear the sound of camera shutters exploding as the photographers rush to capture the intimate moment.

“i— i…” your mouth is dry as you stumble over the words. “i can try.”

[okimargarvez]

16x9 - detailed analysis (2)

Here you can find the first part. Too many frames for just one post.

Luke close the shutters (and remind me when Horatio and Eric did the same on CSI : Miami). He turns to her and makes a series of expressions that is priceless.

Without a word, again. And Pen seems me when I was little and scared to be scolded. Sorry, baby, you deserve it. Then she looks at him.

And we understand that he is approching. Turning his head as he is trying to figure out if she is the same person.

Still with no word. And Pen replies mimicking. Then he explodes.

"Come on! Him?" he is really angry. Not just shocked.

"Yes. Him" but Luke question could imply also "WHY HIM AND NOT ME?"

He is trying to calm down. "He's part of our case. Does Prentiss know?". We will follow Luke expressions again while she talks.

"Sort of. She told me to call it off, which I was going to. But then," he is so deluded.

"oh, my God, he is marvelous in bed."

"And that's saying something because I'm pretty spectacular." Why Pen has to say also this thing? Luke already knew, even if he never had the chance to experience.

"Whoa." but she doesn't stop. "Now, I hit this note I have never made. It was like, ah, ah!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Too much." "It was like a high C" "Too much"

She really doesn't know what he feels for her, because can't be so selfish and cruel. "I know, I know. I know it is. But I need to share it with somebody. I have to. I have to. Alvez, I can't talk to JJ because she's gonna be the voice of common sense, so she's gonna agree with Prentiss. I can't talk to Tara because Tara had her heart broken. And I need a friend and you're the only one." And, here we go again, in this episode he is becoming to be "Alvez".

This is the frame when she says that Tara has her heart broken. What about Luke's?

"Sounds like I'm the last one." his heart is broken too 😭💔

But his problem is that he can't survive to those big eyes.

"Look, whatever. I just I got to say one thing. Alright? You sure know how to pick them. This is gonna be messy." He was serious, but...

"Oh, that's implying it wasn't already messy." sorta of flirt here, always about the worst topics (like when they flirted around Lisa).

"No, stop, stop, no!" but she doesn't want to listen him" "Which it was." Luke blocks his ears "Stop!" and runs away, but she wants to kill him, she follows him.

"No, I will share. He did some amazing moves that you should share." but nobody asked you. "I don't want to hear it."

Then Luke turns abruptly yo her, but is not able to say anything ration. "You know what? Goodbye." and slams the door.

How can be so naive? And selfish, yeah, she was selfish, here. I don't think that Luke never came to her to tell her his performances with Lisa. And about Luke, that wasn't just "I don't want to hear because it's embarrassing, no. It was "I don't want to hear because it should have been me, at his place, me, okay?".

So, good thing for now: she just talked about sex, no feelings.

Keep reading here.

Analysis of garvez scenes

[asparklethatisblue]

heyyy it's still me, i'm at episode five, and i LOVE it here. my fave characters are blanky and goodsir. i love dr goodsir, he's such a good actor, and his character isn't without flaws, but he's earnestly trying his best always! he is compassionate, gentle, and i don't think all of what he's done for the silence lady was because she was a woman. that interaction looked so pure and respectful, i really appreciated his ways around it. and i loved lady silence, great actress and her language is so pleasant to hear. i'm having a hard time trying to understand crozier, sometimes he looks very prudent and reasonable, some others he looks unhinged and frankly entitled. i don't get him, and that's very intriguing. can't wait to learn more! the thing i love most about this series is that everything always looks like a dream. i never know if i'm seeing reality or some character's hallucination, or some kind of dream, and that's so so cool. also, the music. it's beautiful, and i love that A LOT of the sounds are just ambience sounds, and often the music complements those sounds, it's very very immersive! it kinda reminds me of shutter island and in a way brokeback mountain (obv for the sound only). can i ask about shipping? i'm not really seeing anything rn, but then again sometimes it's a bit difficult for me to see it, especially bc i'm focusing on the plot and timeline 😭 have a nice day!!

Aaaah thank you for keeping me updated this is fun! Yeah I’m genuinely in love with the way this show is shot, the colours, the atmosphere, the darkness despite most of the environment being white on white on grey on more white! Episode 3 especially is so surreal at times! Goodsir is such a good character too, yes, and Blanky is just? Superb.

Crozier is an odd one, I didn’t start falling in love with him hard until about episode 6, and was a bit confused by the way he acts vs what others think of him. It didn’t occur to me until later that he’s genuinely really fucking drunk through several scenes. I guess there’s also the background of him being Irish and of bad social standing, so he was denied opportunities and is real bitter. You don’t see why he’s in such a bad mood until later I think

As far as shipping: I don’t think a lot of relationships are at the forefront until about episode 6 and 7. There’s obviously Hickey and Billy, and Bridgens and Peglar are actually a couple, though I’m not sure you see the two be obvious about it until later. There is some very intense relationship development coming up for everyone around Crozier, and Hickey will have his little clique. The later episodes focus much more on the humanity and interactions between each other, which then in turn lends itself to shipping, if you’re in the mood. Not even romantic, it’s just “these men genuinely love one another so much and its tearing my heart out”