#jenwyn

[shortsighted-owl]

Abbi Owl, my love, my darling! Whennnnnn is lightning strike fic going to be finished and posted?? 👀👀👀 no rush, of course! I am just sitting on your shoulder with very big duck eyes 👀 I love you so much! You’re amazing! I hope your day is going well! 💕💜💕💜💕💜💕💜💕

Jenwyn, my dear rainbow duck 🦆🌈 Thank you for your quacks and sparkly duck eyes!

I’m hoping to have Chapter one finished by Friday at the latest!

It should be three chapters total, titled: Charge separation (The lightning strike), Charge transfer (The hospital), and Charge recombination (Some amnesia!buck recovering with his Diaz boys, and Eddie realising that even without his memories, Buck’s body and actions never forget Eddie and Chris.)

Love and tea to you! ❤️ I hope you’re having a great day so far!

[wh0re-behavi0r]

🌈🎉💌

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

heyyyyyy

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

I literally don't remember anything I've written before hut I really struggled with the Santa buck fic.

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Um I don't think I do that lol I just get nervous and forget the fic 😂

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I am currently not writing. I'm too busy and feeling meh about my writing but I would really love to write the avatar au with @gayhoediaz and the Abbott au with @eddiediazisascorpio who should be mad I'm still up kfnaoos

[jacksadventuresinwriting]

JACK! You sweetheart 🥹 Thank you and I adore you! 💕💕💕 And I can’t wait to read all of your fics! 😍

Jenwyn! 💜💜💜

Not a word of a lie, if I left a comment every time I re-read Heart of Flowers/Gold, you'd probably laugh at me. I haven't properly dealt with all the feels from Eddie Diaz vs. The Feelings yet because it was beautiful and made me sob like a child, but that one is absolutely up for a re-read soon too.

[elvensorceress]

idk I get incredibly angry at homophobes being cast on my gay shows. anybody want the start of my fic where Eddie dumps her bigoted ass and then has a gay ole sexy time with his husband and his husband's new boyfriend? because here. you can have. it's cathartic 💕

test drive - 2K, BuckTommy, BuckEddieTommy, Buddie endgame forever / Explicit

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And he’s having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and I know what his cock feels like down my throat, and why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do. 

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second. 

Bisexuality, man. Who knew? 

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades. 

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well. 

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too. 

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had. 

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now. 

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it. 

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend. What is wrong with that? It’s fine. Should be— fun? 

Shouldn’t be a bad taste in his mouth that the wine still hasn’t gotten rid of and roiling in his stomach that is really killing his appetite. But it very much is. 

Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and rubs it in a way that surely is supposed to be comforting. But it makes Buck want to drag him out of this restaurant and back to the loft where he can show Tommy how good he is at fucking him now. Not just because it would be a thousand times better than the prospect of this dinner. The bar is so low on the ground, it’s buried at this point. But also because sex with his new boyfriend is better than— actually, Buck is having a hard time thinking of anything that is better right now. 

Very hard time. 

They’ve been practicing. Everything. Blowjobs, fucking, fingering, ball massages, prostate milking, rimming— all sorts of really fun things Buck never even imagined could feel so good. Not that he was oblivious to a lot of it. He has toys. His ex was into pegging. Buck might have been unaware of how intense and gay— well, bi. He’s bi now. Buck is bi now. Probably always was but he knows it now. He’s bisexual.— his attraction to men could be. But he was not unaware of sexual acts that feel good to his body. 

But it’s totally different with a real man and a real cock and being manhandled by someone who might actually be bigger and stronger than you is really fucking hot. 

He checks his watch again and it’s already 7:28. They’re almost half an hour late. Which is so not like Eddie. He’s not sure if Marisol is like that but he knows for sure Eddie is either fifteen minutes early for everything or he texts if there is a problem. Even then, he’s only ever a few minutes late. If that. And last Buck checked, there were no new messages on his phone. 

He checks again, and still nothing. Not even to Buck’s message of, hey u ok? u on the way? He frowns and sets his phone back on the table and turns to Tommy. “How long before I’m allowed to be really worried?”

Tommy gives him an amused smile. “You can be worried.”

“How long before we need to bother Athena? Ten more minutes? Five? Sh-should I bother Athena now?”

Tommy’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Buck like he’s crazy. Okay, it’s probably crazy. Just. He’s worried? That must be the churning in his stomach. “I’m sure Eddie’s fine. It hasn’t been that long. And he’s Eddie.”

Yeah. Yeah, he’s Eddie. But Eddie was also shot downtown in the middle of broad daylight and nearly bled out all over, and there’s not much anyone can do even if they are trained in hand to hand combat and self-defense and those kinds of things. Not many ways to defend against a sniper round that shouldn’t even be a thing. 

Not that Buck is thinking about that. Ever. 

He’s just turning into a washing machine over this dinner. That’s all. 

Five minutes later, some of it finally eases when Eddie finally shows up and sits down across from them. Alone. 

Alone?

“Sorry, guys,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and breathes like he’s run a hundred miles. He’s hardly been looking distressed at all lately. He’s been glowing smiles and pretty laughs. Not pretty. Nice? Good? Good that he’s so much happier and at peace. 

But he’s not that now. 

“I would’ve—” Eddie checks his own watch, one that was a Christmas present that Buck had engraved with, all the time you need, and must realize how late he actually is. “Fuck. Sorry. Really sorry. I’ll buy? Unless you’ve already eaten and paid and are about to leave.” 

Tommy shakes his head and has that nice smile that’s so reassuring. “We haven’t. Don’t worry about it.”

“We were waiting,” Buck adds and itches to ask him what’s wrong, why he’s late, why he looks— like he isn’t okay. 

“Great.” Eddie nods tersely and it sounds anything but great. “They got anything stronger than wine and cocktails here? Because—” He doesn’t say. But he does make a face the conveys everything. 

“Doubt it,” Tommy says. “But we can get something somewhere else. Is Mar— Mari?”

“Marisol,” Buck supplies. Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Is he supposed to care? There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s fine. 

“Right,” Tommy says, which should say everything. Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy for months, Buck’s been with Tommy for months, and Tommy is pretty damn good at remembering people’s names. “Marisol. Is she still on the way?”

Eddie’s jaw gets very tight. “No. We’re done.” 

Tommy looks at Buck and Buck looks at Tommy. They’re done? They broke up? Not that it’s particularly surprising. Part of the curse of dating someone you met on a call. Gotta be. Also the whole thing where Eddie has some kind of commitment issues or something because as soon as he gets a girlfriend, he has to spend all his time doing anything besides being with said girlfriend.

“So, drinking?” Tommy says. 

Buck pushes his wine glass across the table. They usually share when they eat together. Drinks, food, anything. And he’s happy to offer it to the cause. 

“Yes, drinking.” Eddie takes Buck’s wine and downs all of it. 

Eddie’s single again. Marisol isn’t coming to dinner and she’s not part of their lives any longer. Not that Buck has a problem with her. She’s fine. She was nothing really. That wasn’t going to last. Eddie likes the idea of being with someone. So he says. He’s allergic to actually having a relationship for some reason. 

The washing machine in Buck’s stomach disappears though. Which is so much better. Now, it’s just Buck hanging out with his best friend and his boyfriend. 

Maybe there’s a little washing machine. It’s nothing though. 

They order food and drinks, and Eddie only goes through a couple shots and three glasses of wine and one beer. But he eats and also drinks water and doesn’t seem inebriated at all. So, they focus on the meal and Tommy’s latest work stories of helicopter rescues. 

It’s not until after Buck discreetly hands their waiter his credit card before they’re actually brought the bill, that Eddie actually starts talking.

“I kind of fucked up. Didn’t mean to. I owe you an apology,” he says and looks at Buck with worlds of regret and sorrow. 

Whatever it is, Buck forgives him. He’s sure he’s done far worse than whatever it is. “Why? What, uh, what happened?”

Eddie doesn’t look at him. Or Tommy. He does shake his head but not like he’s saying no. More like he’s disgusted. “I let it slip that you two are— that you’re. Dating. Together. Boyfriends? Do you call each other that? Are you boyf— never mind, I let it slip. I’m sorry. That was my bad. Not my secret to tell.”

Tommy looks scrunched and confused again and Buck— he doesn’t understand what the problem is? No, he hasn’t told many people yet. But it’s not a secret that he and Tommy are together. 

“Eds,” Buck says and immediately thinks he probably shouldn’t have called him that. He doesn’t know why. But he shouldn’t. “It’s fine. I’m not— It’s not a secret. I’m not hiding. Or— or in the closet? I’m out. Now. I’m bi and—” And he’s really happy about that. He really loves it. He’s bisexual. He loves women and men and whoever regardless of gender. And holy shit, does he love men right now. He really, really loves being with a man. He looks to his side and grins brightly at Tommy. “And I’m not ashamed or embarrassed that Tommy and I are together.”

There’s a cute half smile that curves the side of Tommy’s mouth and Buck so wants to kiss him. And do all sorts of other things with him. 

“Well. Good.” Eddie taps his finger on an empty shot glass like he’s contemplating ordering another. “Still. Didn’t go well. Didn’t mean to out you like that.”

“Didn’t go well?” Tommy asks. “Saying that Evan and I are dating didn’t go well?”

Eddie purses his lips and does a slow, exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope. But at least I learned that now. Has the waiter brought our check yet? Because I’m just going to drink more if I don’t head out soon. Not that I’m sad about her or anything. I’m pissed. You think you know someone, and no. No, she’s a raging homophobe.”

She— oh. Oh, that’s what happened. “She broke up with you because we’re gay? Bi and gay? Or— you know what I mean.” Is Tommy gay? Or bi? Or something else? Buck hasn’t actually asked what label he uses. How he qualifies his sexuality. He felt weird asking. It’s so personal. Is he supposed to ask? All he knows is that Tommy was into him. Tommy kissed him and it was breathtaking, incredible, magnificent and changed Buck’s whole life. He didn’t really think anything beyond that. Couldn’t really think beyond that. 

Eddie definitively points at himself and then at phantom nothingness. “I dumped her. Because I said this was a double date with you guys and she said, well not really, and I said, no really. It’s a double date. Her and me and both of you. Double date. Except not her. Ever. Anymore. Because she had to go off about how it was wrong and made her uncomfortable and I ‘let both of you be alone with Christopher?’ And it couldn’t possibly be a date like me and her would go on a date because she’s a woman and I’m a man and that was normal. But you two are both men. Both muscular, powerful, masculine, manly firemen type men— so it could never be the same especially because neither one of you are flamey or girly or whatever, so it could never work, the two of you since neither one of you is ‘The Girl.’ Which is all bullshit. By the way. Obviously. And,” he finally stops and breathes, and there’s a hard swallow in his throat and his eyes are distant and his whole body is strung tight and if he could breathe fire? He probably would. Holy shit, he’s pissed off. Buck isn’t even sure he’s ever seen Eddie this angry at anyone who hasn’t hurt someone he loves. 

Although. Technically she did? Not hurt per se, Buck doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks of him. But she was insulting them. So. Yeah, okay, of course fiercely protective Eddie would be angry. 

“And anyway,” Eddie says, still never quite looking at Buck or even at Tommy. Never quite focusing on them. ��That’s how I’m single and back on the market again.” He smiles a wide, bitter, snarky kind of smile, and steals the half-full beer glass in front of Buck and downs it in one gulp. 

(Read on AO3)

[lover-of-mine]

Inspired by The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by @elvensorceress on ao3

Everything is still. Quiet. He stares like he’s never seen. He probably hasn’t. But it sings through every cell in his body. Eddie… the things Eddie sees as love…

Eddie breathes slowly and wets his lips. “All I know about the kind of love you’re asking about? Is you. Love, to me, is you.”

Buck knows it’s true because he feels it. He’s always felt it. He’s never really doubted the strength and depth of their bond, just how to qualify it.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Oh? Tell me more about the necklace of doom? 🤣

JENWYN!!!!!

I will happily tell you all about the necklace of doom - I’m in the middle of writing meta about the stills (well it was about the promo but the stills are better quality so!) and I shall be discussing the necklace 😎 if you want advance reading though - my 6x15 metas contain much of the information!!! 😎😎😎

🩷💜💙

[spotsandsocks]

@elvensorceress Hi Jen, Happy birthday my lovely. I hope the day is fun and kind to you, bringing many good things your way.

I’ve just scribbled down a little offering to lay at your feet as a gift, inspired by your wonderful talent and gifts to the world of Demi!eddie fics. I’ll tidy it up and send to ao3 too as a gift to you but for now please forgive any typos or errors. Hope you enjoy this mini ficlit. You’re so inspirational I even have a title without having to think about it so please enjoy 683 words of 💕🌸An Unexpected Love🌸💕

There he goes again, walking past with a smile and for fuck’s sake this time a wink.

It’s really not fair. He shouldn't have to suffer like this. Except Eddie knows life isn’t really meant to be fair. If it was he wouldn’t be having a prolonged existential crisis about his best friend.

And if life was fair it wouldn’t be getting worse.

He’s never been one to lose his head over a pretty face, male or female. He’s never understood that instant burst of attraction or the sudden desire that seems to take over some people. Sure some people look nice enough, pretty eyes, kind smile, technically attractive in all the right ways that people tend to agree on the concept.

Buck looked absolutely normal the first time he met him. Nothing special, just a guy, a stroppy frat boy type guy actually, then he became a nice guy, pleasant looking, a good partner and then he became a fucking miracle, something he never thought he’d have in his life. A friend, a partner, someone to have his back and he looked like every desire Eddie didn’t know he had.

It took years but one day he’d looked and he’d realised that Buck was the most beautiful person he’d ever seen and he keeps getting more attractive too, year after year the more special he becomes the more attractive he gets.

Right now, he’s fucking gorgeous and Eddie wants him in a way he’s really not used to. He remembers feeling like this with Shannon at the start but it didn’t last as long, all their problems washed the feelings away.

He’s wanted Buck for so long now and it shows no signs of stopping. Sometimes he thinks he’s used to it. Sometimes. Except he forgets; when he’s away from Buck for a little while he forgets how much he likes his face and so when he sees him again he has to go through this whole fluttery business of taking in his face remembering all over again, how much he loves him, wants him, feel his heart skip and his stomach flip. It’s really quite unfair, he’s far too old and sensible for this kind of thing.

Buck’s on the other side of the room right now looking fucking edible and smiling at him with a look in his eye that been getting more obvious.

Eddie stares back, god he’s staring right back and he can’t hide it anymore. He doesn’t even want to.

Buck cocks his head, holding his eyes and his smile twists, and then he chuckles softly and he blushes!

God Damn it he’s blushing and that is too much. One man can’t be allowed to be that pretty and not get kissed.

Buck looks like he wants to get kissed. Like he wants to get kissed by Eddie.

Eddie stomach flips on a cocktail of desire and hope and love. Shit he’s far too old for this nonsense. Buck’s looking at him like he’s waiting, has been waiting for something forever.

So Eddie’s feet decide enough is enough and that he’s far too old to wait any longer either. He crosses the room towards an unexpected love that came into his life and stayed and now he gets to have and keep it forever.

It’s hard to believe he got so lucky but he did because Buck is moving too. His friend, his love, knows him so well that he sees the decision on his face and just like he always has Buck knows just what he needs and meets him halfway.

They reach each other in the middle of the room and his beloved idiot smiles with his lip caught between his teeth and says hi.

Eddie’s never wanted anything more and he can have it.

He reaches out and pulls Buck close with a sigh of relief and Buck leans into the kiss with very satisfying enthusiasm and just like the first day he looked at his best friend and realised he was unexpectedly in love with him the world changes and becomes a little bit better

[saybiwithme]

Excerpt from @elvensorceress fic Unless you ask me to

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

“#the only line he cared about was the one tying his heart to Buck’s “

Bestie. Excuse me. EXCUUUUSE ME??????

Now, if I may, for a moment. Discuss ~The Heart of a Man~ where Buck reaches the world of the dead by doing his climb up the crane? And how similar a run up the ladder would be? Without thought or guide or safety harness (because how can he have a safety line? When Buck is dead??)

Just. Some thoughts. And feelings. 😘

First of all, I had to say it

Second of all, darling WHY WOULD YOU SAY THESE THINGS TO ME

HOW CAN HE HAVE A SAFETY LINE IF BUCK IS DEAD!! asdfghjkl I'm going crazy because you are so right. Their connection is what keeps them safe, the shorthand they have developed over the years and the way they can read each other and know what the other needs with a look or touch or simple movement, but that's been blasted away, severed as Buck hangs limply and it leaves Eddie aching and hollow so ofc there is no thought to his safety because his safety is not a possibility without Buck on the other end

Also, while I'm losing my mind over this, in The Heart of a Man, as Buck desperately climbs and he hears those voices saying the worst things he thinks about himself, I can't help but imagine something similar happening to Eddie as he climbs the ladder.

He's desperate to get to Buck, following the line that has connected them, one that has been tied and strengthened through pain and explosions and fear and blood and laughter and care. And as he does, the worst things echoing in his ears about how he's not fast enough not good enough won't get to Buck in time he'll lose Buck he'll have to watch as someone he loves dies again Chris will lose another parent no no no no that can't be real the line between them is weak and shaking but it's still there and he will bring Buck back

[monsterrae1]

📝🫐🍓

Love!

Hi jenwyn! Thank you bestie, sending love back 🖤

📝 last thing you wrote

I just finished my buddie actors au! Im hoping to edit and post it this weekend <33

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

Finland! I just think it’s so pretty

🍓 favorite food

Red mole with nopales <33

Get to know me asks <33

[shortsighted-owl]

💞 🌈 💫 💌

FOR MY BELOVED OWLFRIEND ✨🦉💕

Jenwyn my beloved Rainbow Duck! Thank you for the ask!

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language?

Answered here

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Answered here

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Long commentary ones as people read and react are like ACTUAL TREASURES which i re-read when i am in a rut or have a bad day. I also love peoples tags if they highlight scenes or dialogue they loved. Gif or emoji reactions make me very happy too. (Jenwyn your comment on Elec. Attr. is my go to for when I am sad, it makes me so happy and loved...)

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I'm in a lil rut with the last two scenes of my 6x12 coda - but heres a lil bit:

He was home all of 10 minutes, but not for wanting of trying. 

As much as Carla had tried to reassure Chris after her phone call with Eddie, the boy was smart, tech savvy, and persistent. A channel 8 news article and Carla's deflections had tipped Chris off enough. Walking into his own house without Buck trotting along behind him was the final confirmation for Chris it seemed. 

A single question. 

A single firm dismissal. 

And a slammed bedroom door that stuck in the top corner.

Next thing he knew he’d been on his coffee run - wondering if having oat milk in his own coffee, just to smell a facsimile of Bucks coffee order, had actually helped shift the weight on his chest at all - when a familiar pair had appeared outside Bucks room.

[wh0re-behavi0r]

7, 22, 23, 27 for your asks 💕

7. Favorite romcom(s)?

13 going on 30, 27 dresses, about time, entergalatic (love the animation on this!), easy A, (im very into the 00s romcoms i grew up of them)

22. Any first date dealbreakers?

rude to me or others, makes any prejudice comments indirect or directly, and shows more interest in themselves than others. There's certain behaviors that might annoy me, but I feel as though I'd only know in the moment haha.

23. What's something you'd compromise on if you were with the right partner?

Having religious differences as long as they respect mine for sure. It's a very important part of my life but I get it if it isn't for others. And where I live... I'm very attached to my hometown but I don't really leave my house so I'd move.

27. What's your experience with dating apps? Good? Bad?

Uneventful and bad. I don't use tinder anymore because people will fetishize you with no problem, but many people are really bad at starting conversations and so yeah.

send me an ask relating to romance

[hippolotamus]

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag some people!

Tagged by @littlebitofdiaz Thank you 🥰

I burned LA Down by Noah Cyrus

Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

Movies by Conan Gray

Salvation by Gabrielle Aplin

Fix you by Kurt Hugo Schneider

I wish I was the moon by Neko Case

Never Ending Song by Conan Gray

Out of Control by Oshins feat Rosi Golan

I never knew by Dar Williams

Yellow by Xana

No pressure tagging the friends responsible for most of this list 😜 (Not that I'm complaining because I'm obsessed with all of these) @this-is-bwr @stereopticons @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress and anyone else who wants to play along!

[elvensorceress]

If I Should Fall

buck/eddie | rated: Teen | 23.7K | ao3

So last Monday, I posted this little thing. Of course I took the week and went and wrote the rest of said thing. It's complete and all posted now!

It’s just after midnight and Buck is going to bed. He’s been saying this for a couple hours but YouTube had too many Am I the A-Hole videos and Instagram had those gorgeously, if deceptively edited food recipe posts and he doesn’t even want to talk about the doomscrolling of TikTok.

His phone goes off with a call five seconds after he lies down. A number he doesn’t know. So he could ignore it. Or wait until they’ve left a message. But who would call at this hour for no reason? Or for scamming, telemarketing reasons? Long story short, he answers.

“Buckley?” The man on the other end says. He sounds vaguely familiar but not enough that Buck came put a name or face with a voice.

“Uh, yeah? Who is this?”

“Mehta. Captain Mehta. Of the 133.”

“Oh, hey,” Buck says, automatically friendly and smiling. That makes sense now. “What’s up? Why the— why are you calling?” Why would he call in the middle of the night?

Why does anyone call in the middle of the night.

~~~

A helicopter crash leaves the love of Buck's life dying in a hospital, leading him to evaluate the life he has, the life he wants, and where his heart belongs.

[queerbuckleys]

“it’s bucks most ugly fear for that to have happened.”

This. Thank you.

and he can’t face it because if he did he would have to fix it. but instead he goes back to where he already did.

[stagefoureddiediaz]

KYM KYM I am sure you’re working on it or will be working on it, but are there skateboarders on Chris’ shirt in the cookie baking scene??!!?!??

Also ily you’re amazing 💕💕💕

JENWYN!!!! I'm working on it (well I'm about to go get some sleep first as its 4am here!) they are surfing skeletons on his tee and they are making me 👀👀👀 there is so much stuff to write about for this epsiode I think my brain might explode!

ILY more 💜💜💜