#they're living 'til then

[imgoom]

90s SQUINKIES FOR END OF STOBIN MONTH!

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

Besties give me a diplomatic phrasing to communicate "if I leave for the evening and tell you roughly when I'll be back and text 20 minutes before I'm home on your request, please be done having screaming sex by the time I'm home"

[gayofthefae]

It's the fact that it's not just that their actions are suspicious/indicative of them knowing they have feelings for each other, but their actual dynamic itself has gotten closer. You can feel the build-up without the plot-pertinent conflict around the romance. The romance itself is at its core there too with the tv-typical buildup.

They weren't this close in season 1. We often talk about it as them always having been different and then realizing but they DO have momentum. They WEREN'T this close. Like any other love story, they have been falling in love in front of us, not just noticing themselves.

They were close, closer than the others it seemed. Then they built on that in season 2 - practicing their close dynamic more and getting more used to it one-on-one, building to Mike telling Will how important he was to him near the climax of the season. In season 3, they fought for the first time, breaking some very important relationship ice, in my opinion, fighting. In doing so, they opened up a conversation about their future. One that, even if they didn't continue it, was now out in the open and they knew that the other knew, and that affects dynamics as well. This ended for the season with Mike purposefully subtextually validating that he wanted that future with Will too. closer. In season 4, they fought again, repeating more directly this new dynamic of saying their feelings out in the open, asking "What am I to you? Am I still important to you? As important as I used to be?" and working their way back. Mike took a big step forward in their relationship by not just letting it be swept under the rug like in the past but coming back to address it and voluntarily iterate how much Will means to him and apologize. That indicated to Will that he might be able to do the same, though he ultimately backed out via the El cover-up.

They have built up. Even if their dynamic has remained the same, they have over the course of the seasons been working more and more up in ability to talk with each other about their feelings. That is what needs a climax in season 5 for their relationship. And for "we're slowly improving at acknowledging the feelings we already have" as an arc, there need to be more unspoken feelings than the "you're my best friend" we've established in past intimate conversations.

[sysig]

Just a bit indulgent, no harm in it, surely (Patreon)

[fedoraspooky]

What? What's that?

There's stuff happening at tumblr?

Oh no!

Anyway,

[charliespringverse]

not to be dramatic but i was so unhappy for so many years and these days i'm more likely to get hit with a middle-of-the-night wave of excitement and love instead of a middle-of-the-night wave of dread . i fought my way out of the dark and there actually was light on the other side?????

[yeonban]

Took a brief sanity break from my projects to stare at a wall and think about how, in Soma's survival au, he would end up doing the things he said he would; namely get rid of both the other Obsidian Eight (bar Seiroku. He gets special privileges) and the other bands, which then got me to giggle at the mental image of Soma sending Seiroku messages through the heart whenever they're apart or with people in front of which they can't speak freely

[haruichi-mamiya]

HE JUST WANTED TO LIVE MAN

[fellsilver]

“Recruit new Chosen, and gather them here for me to confer with. I need many, and they must be different from my daughters and from each other, for that kinship was another misstep. Yet, we both know how rarely the needed loyalty and strength are found together — and above all, I must have those I can trust.”

I have not stopped thinking about this since I read it yesterday. Makes me wanna eat drywall

[keeps-ache]

little soup cans are some of the neatest things we have, wish there were more soup-can-like things in this world

[devilzfruit]

i just napped for like 4 hrs. uh. hello.

[nulfaga]

i LOVE deanna just taking worf's grumpiness in stride. i know there's gonna be some naked time emotional pollen thing going on but i love that she's not the slightest bit fazed. you're pissed off and hangry? ok me too. move over let's eat. (they are pissed off and hangry in companionable togetherness)

[drawthething]

I have thought of more small stories for Jimmy Jr & Zeke in my head than for any other character dynamic in the show it's scary

[concubuck]

The Upside

He loves that he's surrounded by people who want to keep him alive. His alternates. His family.

He's fed, he's reasonably clean, he's not surrounded by squalor. As much as he wishes he could do something useful or get out of the house, it's a relief that he doesn't NEED to.

This is the most physically broken down he's ever been outside of his succubus cocooning phase, and yet he's never been broken in a safer place.

He thinks he's only getting most of this current affection in passing, thanks to his association with the baby—the mother of the herd's new collective nephew—the way one might passingly admire the silken pillow cradling a royal crown. But he'll take it, God, he'll take it; he's never felt so adored by himself.

He's never felt such adoration.

It took a few days for his emotions to resurface enough for him to notice it; but he adores this baby, little Alastor Junior, Ally June, his Junebug. This tiny copy of himself that only knows how to cling to him and cry, this tiny copy that needs him so much.

As exhausted and overwhelmed as Alastor is, he doesn't resent the baby. It shocks him. He'd expected he would—feared he would, even. But instead, he resents God for the bright idea of giving babies peanut-sized bellies that need to be refilled so often; he resents the passage of time for not finding a way to grant him eight hours of sleep in the two hours between feeding sessions; he resents the existence of poop in general.

But not the baby. None of it's his fault. He can no more resent the baby than he can resent himself. The baby's a fellow sufferer here, a brother-in-arms.

Every time another inconvenience pops up, he tiredly cracks jokes about it with the baby, as if they're two soldiers in the trenches facing down the same enemy and Alastor's trying to keep up the new recruit's spirits.

Every moment the baby's awake, Alastor's talking and singing to him. Every moment the baby's asleep, Alastor's humming to him. Any time he has to be separated from the baby—to bathe, to fuck, to do the smallest chore or run the shortest errand—he's tense and alert, tuned into the baby's radio frequency, listening to the songs he plays for himself, ready to teleport to his side the instant he cries.

Any time he can be, he's looking at his Junebug's soft little face. It looks so like his own.

He loves this baby.

He's relieved by that.

[robertseanleonardthinker]

any time a nacho fry falls out of an order i eat it when no one is looking and that is my only guilty pleasure

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I have officially reached "yeah, you know what to do" level of tattood when the tattoo artist is about to go through the aftercare instructions