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I posted 2,920 times in 2022

That's 2,832 more posts than 2021!

296 posts created (10%)

2,624 posts reblogged (90%)

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@tsugarubecker

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@messrsbyler

I tagged 2,918 of my posts in 2022

#reblog - 2,604 posts

#mike - 1,438 posts

#byler - 919 posts

#will - 767 posts

#analysis - 489 posts

#posting about the prick - 259 posts

#byler tumblr - 243 posts

#art - 240 posts

#gay mike wheeler - 223 posts

#st4 spoilers - 201 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#we can keep the flowers! mike giving jane flowers just because she's a friend who likes them and not because of a crumbling relationship>>>

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Will: H-

Mike: Omg I'm not gay! I'm normal and straight! El is my girlfriend! Why are you acting like that, you're being an asshole???

256 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#4

Billy, in show, is heavily sexualized. That, when added to his lack of non-sexual happy times on screen, and contextualized by his trauma, paints a rather bleak picture.

From his first introduction being girls staring at his ass, to the middle aged women in season 3 ogling him despite being a to-be senior in high school, Billy has been sexualized from day one. However... what else is he associated with? Basketball? Drinking? Surfing? Weightlifting? Typical "hot male" things. Being a swim coach? Average straight teen guy's fantasy. Everything he's associated with has to do with his sexualization... or his trauma.

Neil being abusive to Billy his whole life, and his mother abandoning him as a child, are the other main pieces of his character. We see this in how he fights, and how he doesn't fight. Someone mentioned the parallel of Billy hitting Steve with a plate when backed into a corner and the memory of Billy's mom hitting Neil with a plate. And we all know Max's words when threatening him with the bat are word-for-word what Niel says when abusing Billy.

With all this in mind, when do we ever see Billy really happy? Not prideful, not sexual, but really truly happy? The only real time he's happy is when we see the memory of him at the beach with his mom, and... that's it. After that, his emotions always involve anger, fear, or sexuality.

Interestingly, there are only a few scenes where he's actively being flirtatious. One is the homoerotic game-and-postgame-showers with Steve, and the other are the scenes with Karen. And only in the first one does he initiate the flirtation; Karen is the one initiating the flirting in the scenes. Which is. Rather concerning.

I don't have much tying this together. However, I find the fact that his only somewhat positive times during canon involve being sexual or angry, with the sexuality often not even being started by him, rather worrying.

Tag list:

@queenjayrogue @aliens-took-my-iwa-chan

291 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#3

"Robin was dumbed down this season" "Robin is so annoying" she's autistic you ableist fucks.

299 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

#2

Volume 2 spoilers, also kinda long.

The "confession" monologue wasn't what it seems. Although at first glance it seems that it really is a loss for byler, I'd argue that it's actually a win. Reason? The monologue is weird and ooc if it's a confession to Jane. But it makes more sense if it's a confession to Will disguised as a confession to Jane. Let's break down the scene.

It starts with Jane struggling against Henry Creel. The rest of cali crew are trying to save her, but it isn't working. Will then says, "Mike, don't stop, okay you're the heart, okay remember that, you're the heart!"

So Will tells Mike he's the heart, so he has to let his heart out. But obviously what's in his heart isn't romantic love for Jane. It's platonic love, strong platonic love, but platonic love that isn't what he think she wants. So he has to give her romantic love. I think, he's been sort of realizing that he's gotten his feelings for Will and Jane mixed up over this season. But no way is he going to say he doesn't love Jane romantically now. So, he says his feelings for Will and says them like they're feelings for Jane.

He starts off by reassuring Jane that he's there with her. And then, after a sort of pause, he blurts out he loves her. In a... rather forced way. Trust me, this isn't "I have a hard time saying I love you", this is "I have to say I love you but it's making me feel wrong." Trust me, I know the second very very well.

"I love you, I'm sorry I don't say it more, it's not because I'm scared of you, I'm not, I've never felt that way, never. But I am scared that one day you'll realize you don't need me anymore, and I thought that if I said how I felt it would somehow make that day, hurt more. But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you."

Did anyone else catch the glance to the side before he said "hurt more"? From where he was looking, he would have glanced at... Will. He has to look at Will to get out a confession to Jane? Hmm. And let's rephrase this part a little.

"I love you, I'm sorry I don't say it more, it's not because I'm scared of you don't love you, I'm not do, I've never always felt that way, never. But I am scared that one day you'll realize you don't need me anymore, and I thought that if I said how I felt it would somehow make that day, hurt more. But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you."

Just removing the obvious allusion to the milkvan fight and one or 2 other parts makes this more romantic. I.e., milkvan doesn't really fit this confession well. But also, this verson also fits byler well. The disconnect right now is that they both think the other loves someone else. And Mike doesn't know why Will is becoming more and more distant, but he's scared. He knows Will has relied on him in the past, but he's not doing that anymore, and that hurts.

And, well, this is the 80s, if a miracle happens and Will does love him back, being in a relationship would put them at more risk against homophobes. And if Mike confessed, and Will didn't love him back, there would be a chance of Mike being hated. (This wouldnt happen, but Mike doesn't know that for certain). And losing Will would be the most painful thing. So honestly, in his situation, without the foresight of us viewers, the safest thing is to lie and ignore how he loves Will.

Now, onto the very very inflammatory line, "My life started the day i met you in the woods." Now, in context of Milkvan's first meeting, yeah that wouldn't be a very good day. But if your life started the day you met someone, wouldn't saying hello, or asking to be their friend, be the best thing you've ever done. Mike's life started when he met the one he loves. But it wasn't Jane who started his life, it was Will. He's trying to say his feelings for Will and disguise them as feelings for Jane, and in the moment he's. Not really thinking about how the first meeting situations were different.

Let's ignore the shirt remark for now. "And I knew right then and there, in that moment, I loved you. And I've loved you every day since. I love you on your good days, I love you on your bad days, I love you with your powers, I love you without your powers, I love you for exactly who you are. You're my superhero! And, I can't lose you!"

Interesting word choice here. You love her without her powers, yet she's your "superhero". Once again, we have him idealizing her for her powers, regardless of what else he is saying. And actually, has he always loved her every day since? Did he love her when Will's fake body was found and he yelled at her "What's wrong with you?" twice? Did he love her when he called her a weapon to fight against the monsters? Did he love her in season 3 when he wasn't upset about the breakup, just offended?

However, if we ignore the bits about powers, this does hold true about Will. He loves Will so much he does everything in his power to save him from the monsters again and again. He loves Will when they're playing D&D together, he loves Will when he's upset over Mike's bullshit, he loves Will so much he refuses to believe he's dead when he has pretty much no evidence he's alive, he loves Will so much he can't lose him. He loves Will for exactly who he is, and is only able to "be in love" with Jane when he puts her on a pedestal.

"You can do anything! You can fly, you can move mountains, I really believe that, I really do! But right now, you just have to fight, okay?" More superhero, and the heart of the confession. He needs her to fight on and keep living, he's saying what he has to to keep her alive and fighting.

Now, this is all well and good, but where is the proof this is the angle we should be looking at? Because this isn't the first scene byler has been hidden by mileven. When Will showed the painting, he confessed his own feelings to Mike but pretended it was Jane's feelings. Who says that Mike can't be confessing to Will, but pretending he's confessing to Jane? This only adds to the numerous times in past seasons Mike has, in a way, used Jane as a surrogate for Will. And I'm not saying that's a good thing, but it's what's been happening.

Essentially, while the confession may appear to be pro mileven, it's actually pro byler. Do not lose hope everyone!

369 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hot take but s3-s4 mike isn't different from s1-s2 mike. Y'all just ignored the signs of mental illness until it started affecting people other then himself. He threw himself into the quarry fully expecting to die in season 1, he was explicitly self-destructing in season 2 with the breaking rules, he just went the natural progression of that behavior with breaking his relationships in seasons 3-4.

414 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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Coke Float & Milk Bread

taglist: @kaidasen, ⛅️anon ( @tkags anon list) , @m0nstergeneration20xx @oikawalovely

Notes: Oikawa and Seiun have a snack-date. Part 2 of a mini-series where a girl meets a pretty boy in the hallway of a physical therapy session. Part 3 will be out tomorrow.

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After the physical therapy session I went to, I was greeted outside the building by both Oikawa and another one of his classmates. Both were wearing their tracksuits from club practice I presumed since our physical therapy sessions were usually scheduled an hour after classes were over for the day. I wore jeans and a skyblue crop top. My hair was pulled back into a french braid, but I wore nothing but moisturizer that afternoon. Friends of mine from school were excited for me, but they respected my wishes on not wearing make-up due to the fact that I was going to be all sweaty from my physical therapy. 

Going back to this afternoon’s excursion: Apparently the pair of boys have been friends since childhood, which caused me to listen to their silly banter for a few city blocks. 

“Iwa-chan, of course I know that aliens built the ancient pyramids,” Oikawa said. 

“Oh my god Oikawa,” Iwazumi slapped his forehead. “I can’t believe you actually agreed to go out with him, Sei-chan.” 

“I thought he was charming,” I replied. 

I laughed when Oikawa puffed hot hair to the side. The clicks of my crutches matched with their foot steps; about another ten minutes later, we found ourselves in front of the ice cream shop. Iwazumi bid us farewell after opening the door for us mentioning he had a film studies podcast to listen to. When we were alone, I looked up at the menu for the ice cream shop. I glanced at the prices printed at the bottom for the floats, sundaes, cones, and cup sizes. I gripped my crutches since I didn’t want to overwhelm a fellow student’s wallet.

“You get to pick whatever you want, ok?” Oikawa said reassuringly. He placed an arm on my shoulder blade. “Don’t worry about cost right now.”

“If that’s the case,” I began. I caught the attention of the employee behind the ice cream freezer display. “May I get a cherry coke float?”

“And I’ll have one milk bread sundae please.” 

Oikawa removed his hand from my back to reach for his wallet. I hobbled over toward a booth by a window. I sat down on the squishy cushion and placed my crutches beside me against the window sill. Oikawa joined me a few minutes later.

“Coke float, huh?” he said. His eyes shimmered with slight amusement. 

“Milk bread? Really?” I retorted back. We exchanged a few more laughs. When our order arrived, we began to enjoy the treats. The summer sunset cascaded around OIkawa’s frame. This almost caused me to bask in his light. He was making puns and for once I forgot about my injury. When Oikawa rested his spoon in his now empty dish he asked me what happened. I took one final slurp of my cherry coke float and scowled.

“You first,” I said. 

“I asked you,” Oikawa said in a cocky tone. His gaze seemed to study my features enough so I felt like a hawk was watching me. I sighed when I pinched the bridge of my nose..

“Fine. I suppose I can tell you,” I caved first. “I was walking home a few weeks ago when I noticed one of my neighbor’s children wandered out into the street chasing after a ball. He didn’t notice a delivery truck which brakes failed and I got hit when I pushed him out of the way.”

Oikawa hung on every word I said. I recalled that day so clearly. It was a bright, blissful morning in June. I was on a break from the arts club, so I was tasked with grocery shopping for the day since I lived with my grandmother. Her neighbor’s children really took a liking to me ever since I moved in after my parents went abroad for business at the start of my third year of high school. I was often asked to babysit when I didn’t have after school (or morning) activities. However, the events of the day I told Oikawa about were true.

“My thigh and knee were almost completely shattered. It was a miracle the surgeons were able to re-fuse my bones with a lot of pins and screws. I just had an operation to remove the last bit of support screws since my bones are on the mend. Hence my brace. Every step is a struggle,” I paused for a moment to observe the lives of the people walking past the shop. Of course I was envious, but like all injuries, I needed more time to dedicate to healing. “But I’ll persevere through it.” I rested my chin on my hand when I placed my arm on the table and gave him a curt nod.

Oikawa leaned back in his chair to let out a low whistle. I cleared my throat before I returned my attention back at my physical therapy comrade.

“What about yours? You’re captain of your sports team, right?”

“Volleyball captain,” he corrected. “It occurred during a practice match we had amongst each other. I had set the ball to Iwa-chan for set point, but I landed poorly; I heard my knee pop out of place. It comes after years of playing, so I suppose it was my time to slow down a little bit.”

I pushed my glass aside and leaned forward when I folded my arms over my chest.

“I suppose so,” I acknowledged his last statement. “Do you have physical therapy tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. We were partners for one day and now you can’t get enough of me?”

“Don’t let it boost your ego. We’ve known each other off and on for a month, Oikawa. Yesterday was the first time we worked together on the parallel bars; what can I say? You’re fun to be around. Besides, you like aliens and I am a skeptic.”

“Oh is that so?” He scoffed when he heard me say the word skeptic. He clutched his chest a little bit for dramatic effect.  I knew that would grab his attention. I reread his club jacket insignia and I closed my eyes to realign my thoughts. Of course we haven’t really spoken before and our first conversational exchange was over the phone when he suggested this ice cream outing, but to say I developed an inkling of warmth from Oikawa is a false truth. At most, the boy intrigues me. He sure is handsome up close, no wonder my girl friends freaked the hell out when I sent his photo to them. Secretly though, I was hoping it was the same on his end.

“If you want more than ice cream dates with me,” my tone took over a taunting tone. “Then make a believer out of me Oikawa Tooru, captain of the Aoba Josai volleyball team.” I tapped my lips lightly. 

“Trust me sweetheart, I will,” he said, taking a hold of one of my hands. “Now do me a favor and don’t tap your lips like that unless you want me to kiss you later.”

I blinked surprised since such a simple gesture would prompt this pretty boy to react like that. About twenty or so more minutes passed while we exchanged more stories from school gossip to volleyball game stories. Oikawa was surprised to learn that I knew how to play volleyball, but I told him I learned on a sand court when my family lived abroad for a few of my formative early years.

“When I came back to Japan from Argentina, it was because my parents were offered another five year city planning contract, so living with my grandmother was a compromise once I entered my first year of high school,” I explained. 

“So, what year are you in now?” Oikawa’s calloused fingers traced over my knuckles delicately. Years of playing caused these, I know. It was the smallest gesture, yet i like to believe he wanted to treat me like glass. He already knew I was built tough, much like he was. I suppose maybe he might develop a crush on me while we continue working on feeling whole again.

“Third as of the start of this year. What about you? I’m assuming you are too?” Oikawa hummed in confirmaton. I mentioned the time, so Oikawa let go of my hand, yet I hoped he held on to me a little longer. He stood up first to assist me in standing as well. I grabbed my crutches off the window sill and propped them up. 

When we exited the shop, we began walking back toward the medical arts building where our physical therapy office was located. We walked side by side for a majority of the way back, telling each other jokes, as well as me explaining that since the accident I was attending school virtually unless I had to turn in assignments or take exams on campus. My school was located on the other side of town, meaning it was no where near his. He kind of frowned learning that piece of information.

On the flip side, I may have let it slip that I didn’t live too far from the hospital campus, so there was a silver lining. This caused his mood to shift and his demeanor took on a chipper tone. He ran his hand through his hair before asking me when I was supposed to return back to school saying the beginning of next week.

“I see,” Oikawa began when we were approaching the entrance door. “So, how does a follow up proper date sound?” 

I was reaching for the door handle when my ears perked up at his question. This model volleyball player, who could turn pro by graduation, asked me out on a real date? I looked over my shoulder at him to read his expression. Oh wow, even when serious, he was extremely good looking. Sure, couldn’t hurt to date him, maybe my pride if we break up, but now is not the time for thinking so poorly Juni! My thoughts said.

“Friday night. Six-thirty, Paper Latern Park. I hear there’s a meteor shower in the forecast. Bring coffee, ok?” I instructed before giving Oikawa a hug. I kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for the coke float. See you then!” 

I released him in time to notice the blush tinting his cheekbones. Oikawa’s surprised chocolate hue eyes watched me hobble off until I was out of sight. About an hour later, I received a text from him informing me he too had made it home in one piece. 

“He signs his messages with ‘Peace, love, aliens?’ That’s adorable,” I whispered at my phone. I sat down on my bed leaving my sketch pad on my desk.