#this episode was bonkers

[yujeong]

In case anyone was curious about Ming's book of choice, it's The Ministry of Utmost Happiness by Arundhati Roy, "a novel that weaves together the stories of people navigating some of the darkest and most violent episodes of modern Indian history" (Wikipedia).

[kennyomegasweave]

I'm finally starting Episode 4. I've put it off cause I know Nueng yells at Palm and I didn't want to have to be hateful about him being rude to my man, but I know I must. Onwards to my live thoughts. 

Oh this fucking asshole dad. "Look at my son's condition, he was in the hospital!" Well your son is a bitch and he only has one bruise. What a weak ass bitch to need to be in the hospital after that.

Again I ask. Why doesn't Palm have a tie? Is it cause he's poor? Can he not afford a tie? Nueng get him a tie!

SORTA HANDHOLDING. Whee. It's been two minutes. I'm already overcome.

Not Chopper and Nueng both looking all cute when hearing about about Chinese I love you. Aww Nueng is really out here like "I wanna do this project with Palm." Who is currently suspended and not even present. That's so cute.

Chopper babe, your dad is shady as hell, and possibly killed your uncle, but if he didn't, I'm guessing he wants you to learn to shoot cause you MIGHT be in danger. Your uncle was straight up murdered in an alley and no one knows who did it.

NUENG CREEPING WHILE PALM WASHED THE CAR. I SEE YOU. Once again, I know Nueng because I am Nueng.

My bestie has said many times she wants to get business cards that say "she gay dude stop it lol" to hand out at the bar when she's with me. This is relevant because I feel someone needs to slide one to Maggie and just cross off the s.

Not Nueng doing a threepeat with his eyes looking at shirtless Palm. As always, same bestie. NOT NUENG PASSING INTO PALM'S ROOM TWO INCHES AWAY FROM HIS FACE.

PALM WASN'T JUST SHIRTLESS HE'S IN A TOWEL??? OKAY NUENG OKAY BITCH.

NUENG. Your room is small, my room is big, you should move upstairs. First, you may as well have said "my bed is a California king." Also you know Palm's dad would never let him move upstairs. He's downstairs with the help baby.

Nueng really just keeps trying to blur the lines between employee and employer and Palm is trying to keep his place while also being thirsty as hell. My poor baby. Pour one out for Palm because he is in a hard place, no pun intended.

I do not like this "your number is dead" possible foreshadowing. I swear I thought the director said this wouldn't have a happy ending but they also got an Our Sky episode? So now I am all confused.

Aww Chopper and Nueng having cousin bonding. Let's be honest, neither of these kids want the family business. This is the tragedy.

Maggie is so cute and sweet and I know she just has a crush but baby it's not gonna work out. We need to continue playing Jonny McGovern's Don't Fall In Love With A Homo (A Song For The Ladies) for her until she understands.

So the song of this episode is gonna be Jealous by Nick Jonas because Nueng is already starting to act like an ass because he's mad about Maggie, who again, Palm don't want.

Oh this story is cute but again I don't like the possibly foreshadowing about lovers being separated but still in love. Nueng really puts his face all up in Palm's. Sir. Calm down. Talking about giving a reward while two inches away from another man's face. Sir. Sir please.

Chopper is my right hand arm man, my everything, my best friend, my confidant, my silly rabbit. And he's looking a whole clown over Ben. This is not endearing Ben to me. "I like those who are similar to me." OH GET FUCKED BEN. You've said that twice now and it's not cute. "Who wouldn't like you?" Chopper I want you to love yourself, I want you to want more for yourself, I want you stop caring about this boy and the fucked up part in his hair.

Palm is really praying over their paper. Baby just wants to get a good grade for Nueng because, let's be honest, he doesn't care about school. Was he even in it before? He was working on a boat.

I cannot stand Ben. And I need Nueng to do better. Nueng's face when Ben gave him that paper? How the fuck did Ben push past that? Why the fuck did Nueng let him? This is just embarrassing for everyone. I'm embarrassed. I can't decide if Ben is just that much of a cringefail 17 year old with a crush that he's just pushing ahead or if he's shady and I don't like that.

See this kiss is godawful and Nueng doesn't seem into Ben at all, but they did the heartbeat noise when they held hands that they earlier did when he was checking out Palm in a towel and so I genuinely think I'm supposed to think this is a real triangle*. And I don't understand. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. * - I want to say quad for my boy Chopper's sake but I don't feel that's going well right now, lol

Nueng you cannot mack on Ben and then be mad Palm doesn't want to talk to you. You don't get to do that. Oh mY GOD. Palm's reaction to that kiss. The boy is in deep deep. NUENG HOW CAN YOU BE UPSET PALM SAW. Palm is breaking my heart. Straight up. They are both dumb but I understand Palm, he's the one at a social disadvantage here and Nueng is just straight up refusing to acknowledge that.

Oh Nueng sitting up in that bathtub with that expression thinking about Palm. I know my man had ~fun 🍆🍆🍆~ in that tub.

Ben said "I thought you wouldn't talk to me after that day" about kissing Nueng. And he said that earlier to Chopper. If this means Ben made a move on Chopper and he reacted poorly, I will scream. I will stand with my cancelled wife Chopper but I will be prepared to soften on Ben. lol

Nueng is just getting white girl wasted and that never ends well. Where did Ben go? Like genuinely why is he letting his boyfriend get white girl wasted in a jealous rage? Oh Nueng don't do this in front of Maggie. In front of everyone. Oh see I'm not as mad at Nueng here now I'm like absolutely sad for him. Although my heart hurts for Palm too. 

Oh this shit escalated like really fast? Dear lord. Isn't this a party for the olds? Palm is straight up coughing blood. Nueng is having a panic attack and puking. They're reaching for each other and like I just genuinely don't understand how this happened? The party seemed chill? It wasn't even a house party? Thailand is wild. Again though I ask, where did Ben go? Did I miss him saying bye? I might have, but if I didn’t, this is one more time Nueng has got his ass beat while Ben was MIA. Suspicious.

Okay the preview. Ben def has a homophobic dad and, coupled with how I think Chopper might have acted a fool in the past, I'm feeling bad for him? I still need him to understand that Nueng Does. Not. Want. Him. But like damn.

I am genuinely so into this show, but now I’m like well damn maybe Ben isn’t like 100% terrible? And ugh. But also he may still be? And I just really need Palm to just straight up yell at Nueng. Like just let it all out baby. I know he can’t, but ugh. Nueng really needs like several reality checks, but he’s wealthy so I’m not sure how that’s gonna happen? I’m so ready for tomorrow and the next episode. Bring it on. 

[sunday-ruby]

DAVID TENNANT | Wild Blue Yonder

[littlemelly]

jeeves here vividly imagining what kind of revolutionary "chums" he and his master are more likely to be perceived as

[mintybagels]

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[fizzy-dizz]

Do u ever rediscover an old babygirl and u fall in love all over again???? YEAH

[atomicradiogirl]

WHEN WILSON ASKS HOUSE TO BE WITH HIM DURING HIS SURGERY AND SAYS NO BECAUSE IF HE DIES HE’LL BE ALL ALONE AND THEN HE GOES TO THE SURGERY ANYWAY AND THEN WILSON SMILES BEFORE HE GOES UNDER AND THEN HOUSE IS WITH HIM FOR THE ENTIRE RECOVERY AND THEN THEY LITERALLY GET A NEW APARTMENT TOGETHER????? the fanfictions write themselves really. HOW IS THIS SHOW REAL?

[m4rs-ex3]

the way that rayla was so determined to stop callum from having to do dark magic in the first place, that she rebelled, which ended up with her getting tortured, which made callum lose it, which is why he did end up having to do dark magic to save her life. im fi

[weirdfishy]

gotta urgent need for some not-quite-yet punkflower where hobie is chillin in some rubble post-(successful) battle all knackered out n miles is visiting (idk bc he just told his parents abt spiderman n it went well so he's bursting at the seems with love at being accepted n all yea? he's gotta tell someone, and why not him? why not hobie? it's no one else but hobie he's gotta tell, if he's being honest with himself [denile is not a river in his egypt, ok pav?] so yeah, he finds himself on 138) n catches the tail end of the battle, tracks down where hobie decided to make a couch outta concrete and lands in front of him, buzzing with cheezy lovey dovey feelins of elation, top o' the fucken world, and asks on abt hobie, rambling until hobie just lifts a hand, a silent ask for help up, (always asking for connection always makin sure they're actually there) n miles, have i mentioned he's happy? he's straight up a sap, so he takes that hand.

he takes that hand gently, bending at the waist a bit, dramatically sweeping back his other arm, bowing, for hell's sake, n plants a kiss on the back of hobie's hand, nice n proper, with a cheeky wink to boot (he'd finally fixed the eye mechanisms last week, thanks to penny), before pulling up new london's own spiderman chest to chest with a bright laugh that puts a different kind of stars in hobie's eyes, half dancing half belting out a song in spanish he doesn't quite understand but knows all the words to (it's some continental dialect, nothing his mami speaks, but would filter out the headphones of that kid in his building he walked w in middle school everyday)

before the sirens start getting closer n hobie can feel the warmth of miles-- the warmth of his smile, his hair that's still sparking from transdimensional travel, his arms, chest, laughter, everything, n all at once it pulls every affectionate n pining bit of hobie to the surface, if he weren't wearing his mask his blush would be so impossibly visible it's straight mad how much hobie loves n adores miles, how much seeing miles be happy lights hobie's whole fucking world

and oh, hobie's never seen a god he didn't punch, never believed in any one he couldn't, but right now, with his fingers entwined with miles', aches leaving his bones like he's never felt his left shoulder twinge the second it drops below 21 just because miles just yelled fuck off to the approaching pigs, he could fall to his knees n swear pious fealty to milesmilesmiles.

but hobie is cool (never has a label stuck to him like the one miles has given him), and his real, livin n breathing god is starting to ramble, so hobie webs them upupup, heat along his back as god wraps arms around him, breath on his neck as home weaves tales into the leather wrapping it.

then miles hears hobie's stomach growl, so he starts pulling them away from the path of what he knows is towards hobie's flat, and towards what he swears is the only good puerto rican food in the whole of hobie's haunt, his excitement steamrolling over his usual stuttering spanish, exchanging shouts n jeers with everyone behind the counter

bc everyone knows him, like miles has lived here, earth-138, new london, his whole life, like hobie brown being dragged into the shop every other week by miles morales to get the same two plates (n an extra something for miles to gush over n hobie to taste) is how the rest of this life will go, like hobie n miles are together, in a way that the unsubtle looks the owner's kid at the register is aiming at miles' left hand are correct, but don't involve stuffy socially religious systems like marriage

but they're not, as much as hobie would love to kiss miles, gaze into his eyes for ages, hear his laughter, his off-key singing, his scritch-scritch of something on paper everyday-- bc he can't go abt this like he does everyone else, can't do it with half a foot out the door n a shrug as agreed; it's gotta be both feet on the floor, n it's gotta be for the rest of this life, so he'll take what he can get, and he'll take the distance n devotion, take the faith n the heartache. take what he can get from his god, glad to be touched by his god, glad to be loved by his god, across universes n the fall from his bed to the futon on the floor where miles decides to lay his head for choice holy nights

(hobie doesn't know miles is putting himself at the base of his god's shrine, hoping for his deity to fall into his arms, spikes n all, (ready, so ready to tear apart dimensions again for hobie, to bleed and cry n go to war for hobie) fingers splaying on the side of the mattress warmwarmwarm after hobie starts snoring, before they slip down softly, a prayer imparting from the pads, memorizing the patterns of his god's breath, the smell of the room, the borrowed shirt he wears, the sounds of a second city he calls home, thrumming full with a bass note plucked from an electric guitar, usually shaky hands sure n still picking out a different shape to hobie's eyebrow piercing, deftly screwing a star onto the bar. miles brings offerings to his god in pins n patches on clothing, stickers n torn out sketches decorating a shrine)

so they'll song n dance in new york, in new london; learning each other's cities, earths, haunts, people, arts, each other, like new scars for the collection- permanent and signs of living, odes to loving and protecting.

chest to chest, fingers entwined, warmth in the skies above cities, right on the edge of it all until they fall together, eyes wide open, gods broken down into blood and teeth and lovelovelove

not-quite-yet 2 - 3

. my ko-fi 💛

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[mentallyillcaterpillar]

Insane over all the jokes about Rei’s family btw

“GENETICALLY INCLINED TO BE BAD WITH WORDS” Amazing.

“Intergenerational squabbles” seems like a major oversimplification but it’s funny so it stays.

[lesbospirk]

I love how Star Trek answers classic moral quandries like, 'What if there was a paradise that tries to kill you and also no one knows what sex is?'

[greatlyblessed]

POV you just get back from rescuing your teammate from being turtlenapped over his bad jokes and he immediately wants to tell you more.

[garashir]

foaming at the mouth

[eatsteas]

i think the reason why new trek doesn't hit the same as old trek is the lack of weird sex episodes

[cadra]

alicent fucking criston and then immediately trying to drown herself in the lake is actually extremely in character and absolutely hilarious in a fucked up way

[trek-tracks]

I came from the Cat of Amontillado post why is your blog full of salamanders

I guess I'd just say that to fully enjoy my Star Trek blog with occasional cat posts, you need to get past a certain...

Threshold.