Poring over the TTPD track listing, I feel I can speak for many that it just, readily looks applicable to one's Problematic Faves Or Blorbos --
My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys
Down Bad
But Daddy, I Love Him
Fresh Out the Slammer
Guilty As Sin?
Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?
I Can Fix Him (No, Really, I Can)
LOML
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
...like who even needs to be in an Actual Relationship, and subsequent break-up, to feel seen with too many fictional characters on file in staring directly at the sun🤐🤐🤐🤐but never in the mirror.
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Totally with you on a) the defintion of shipping and b) that it would not be narratively satisfying to have the show go in the Will and Mike get together direction, for all the reasons you listed.
The dialogue around it also makes it nearly impossible to find meta or even just discussions around Mike that don't centre the possibility of a romantic relations with Will and it's so frustrating. I love that little guy and I just want to talk about how much he loves his friends!
But then the first thing I created for this fandom was a byler breakup fic so... I'm probably not in the majority.
Anyway keep on trucking and I LOVE Robin and Steve's Epic Platonic Soulmate Mixtape <3
Ah thank you! Yeah. The series is grounded in the friendship the party has. That's the first thing we learn about them. It feels insulting to both the characters and anyone who likes the non romantic aspects of relationships when people insinuate that Will couldn't have a happy ending without dating Mike. (Mike doesn't owe Will a romantic relationship. Will doesn't owe Mike one!! It also feels insulting that people say there's going to be a time skip and I guess Will is still pining for him? Let him let go at that point Sheesh.).
The basis of any romantic relationship, especially in canon, between Will and Mike (or any party members) is a deep and strong friendship. Acting like those aren't as important is so rude to people and mischaracterizes them. Mike Wheeler loves his friends so much he would jump off a cliff for any of them. He would deny their death with the barest shred of illogical proof even when presented with a body. He would try to contact a girl for almost a year to see if she was still alive. He holds his friend's hand when it seems he's fading away, insists on going into danger to help with a distraction, and apologizes better to a friend than his girlfriend. He's a moody, angsty teenager, going through a lot of emotions and confusion, and can be an asshole even to his friends, but my god what are you doing if you deny Mike's platonic relationships mean everything to him.
It's also disregarding Will's relationships too! Like. El is his sister now!! You cannot separate that. Would Will want to date Mike even? Loving and wanting to date are different. Dating a sister's ex? Legit so many arguments are just saying El doesn't love Mike, and I guess implying she wouldn't give a shit if Mike stsrted dating a friend that became a brother who is also the only one as deeply connected to the Upside Down as her. It gives me the vibes of people like...taking away the agency El has in her own feelings and saying she loves Mike.
Maybe he just wants to be able to honest about his feelings. Get them off his chest. Keep his friendship with Mike but have everything out in the open, and they can work through that together. Strengthen their friendship and maybe be open to potentially dating in the future (there is an apocalypse on!) while also strengthening their friendship with El. So many people just. Ignore her and her feelings in all this, as though both Will and Mike have not showed they valued her feelings greatly. Why would that not factor in at all? Why would Will put his sister into that position? Would it not be awkward for Mike too?
That's why it wouldnt be satisfactorily executed in S5. The characters and the audience need time to process any breakup between El and Mike. Let them cool off and us register it. Another anon said if they were going blr canon route they should have ended mlvn in S4, and I agree. It needs Breathing room. Not just them breaking up and a two year time skip where we're told time has passed but for us it feels like nothing, so the impact isn't the same and it doesn't have the same satisfaction of knowing they've worked it out but just being told about it. If that makes sense?
Plus the series has struggled with ending romo relationships, and the only one starting that wasn't awkward or weird (Both Nancy and Jon AND Joyce and Hop have Murray be the catalyst which annoying and kinda lazy, not to mention the cheating) was Lucas and Max. That doesn't paint a picture of confidence in me. Sometimes a ship going canon is not actually good. Sometimes in fandom you are actually thankful a ship that honestly should have been canon by the end, or at least post-series didn't, because whatever the show runners would have done with it would have probably ruined whatever dynamic that made them compelling in the first place. it may feel like a betrayal or rip off at first, and would likely continue to, but with time comes a feeling of oh. Maybe it's better this way... Would come.
So yes. Seeing how people reacted to me simply saying that, by the end of the series, I don't think it could satisfyingly become canon, while prioritizing their relationships with each other, Not a lot of nuance is allowed, it seems. Though I'm sure many shippers are cool and chill, it's really just a few people who are loud about it that try to inhibit discussion or meta, it's a damn shame that the only discussion allowed to those shippers is when or how it will be canon. Where's the fun in that? Everyone can interact with fandom differently, and it's a shame some folks want to dictate how others do so.
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22 with Lothrandir perhaps? he needs a hug
22. Hug
(Sort of a continuation from the other 'Lothrandir leaving Isengard' prompt)
For the first time in weeks he was surrounded. By people. By voices. By the thrumming not of machinery but of hoofbeats, regular without incessancy. Laughter. Sunshine.
He'd been given a horse blanket and a spot close to the fire. With his hood up and his brothers' spare things, there was nothing to tell the Rohirrim he wasn't one of the dozens of less-remarkable Rangers milling around the camp at Dunharrow.
It did nothing, also, to hide him from his brothers.
"Lothrandir!"
He gripped his cup tighter as Techeron came into the firelight, breathless, uncowled and uncowed. His dark mood went unacknowledged, as Techeron seemed cheered just to have found him.
"Halbarad said you were well!" He seemed to be trying to fight down a smile. Irrepressible. "We could scarcely believe--"
A crack. Lothrandir was bone weary, battered, and barely able to sit upright, but he saw it. Techeron had one of the more celebrated poker faces in the Company, or rather, one of the most lamented. He felt, all of them did, but could hide it better than most. Was that the purpose of the attitude? Try to hide a grin so no one looks for anything else?
It was the eyes, he thought, bright. Lit up with the effort. Techeron had been the smallest of them, the old crew in Evendim. To ask Orchalwë now, he would deny strenuously anything but the stewardship and care of a green recruit, but not so when they were younger. The pair of them had thought to make a game of Techeron's first posting and learned his true mettle at their peril. Then, they had been inseparable until reassignment.
But that was years past, and the path of the Grey Company was the first he had walked with Techeron since. Lothrandir could still see the new oathsworn he and Orchalwë had sworn to as brothers. And he could not stand the thought- could not bear it- for Techeron to see him in this state.
"What a story it will make." Techeron picked up again, seemingly undaunted. "You've befriended one wizard and gotten the better of the other."
Lothrandir had not meant to flinch, but his mask was not so good as Techeron's. He was not used to the new Mithrandir, even after his departure. That had been hard to stomach. He did not like fearing retribution from the hand of a friend.
"Yes, well," he began, "I doubt many will find torture so interesting. Let us speak no more of it."
He'd punctured Techeron like a full waterskin. The deflated, wilting man beside him bore none of the false exuberance from a moment ago. Lothrandir swallowed and looked away. He didn't want Techeron to leave, no, he wished him never to have come. To never have asked and never necessitated this kind of answer. To have come later, when he was full-recovered and his old self, not trapped under so much weakness--
"I will leave." Techeron spoke abruptly. "I will go tend to the rations- it was my chore tonight. But... suffer me only a moment."
Lothrandir turned, eyes weary, to find Techeron lunging forward. He hugged like a drowning man, and it took all of Lothrandir's will not to cry out.
"I dared not hope you survived." Techeron said. He stumbled over a hitch in his throat as he continued, "I was not brave enough to lose you twice, brother." He jumped back looking pained, and before Lothrandir could stop him he disappeared among the tents.
He found his trembling hand outstretched. Lothrandir closed it and set his arm back in his lap. It was good that Techeron had gone. It was good. He would do better not to see. Lothrandir would do better to bear this alone.
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"This extra space next to me belongs to you. I know where I end now. I won't get lost." -- shoot me (metaphorically) and leave me for dead (metaphorically) why won't you. To make this about Dylan and maybe it's about Connor, maybe it's about Brinksy, maybe it's about any journeyman in the NHL. My brain screamed Chris Driedger and his memorable (to me) Players' Tribune article:
And how can you mention Dylan and Zach (Za-ach, the way Dylan says it) without me having a breakdown about them? You simply can't. And for the younger dudes, maybe it's a little Bords/Briss, not yet steady in The Show, a little bit of distance, a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately... and then a blurry insta story in Vegas. Just like old times but somewhere else. Maybe it's not the same bed, maybe it's not the same set of forks, but maybe it's the principle of the thing.
Anyway, goodbye. Sorry for this, your tag walls make me break out in imagined scenarios.
Much love. xxx
please never be sorry for sending me messages <3 i love reading them i love getting them i think they’re beautiful and i love them i’m!!!!! [🥹💕🦋🫧✨💘😭 <- the best approximation of what my heart is doing]
ok NOW i am taking this step by step because every narrative here kicked me straight in the knees (metaphorically) i am w e e p i n g (literally): i knew tangentially about chris driedger going to seattle but i had never read his players’ tribune love letter to seattle & all i can say is oh. oh. and with the part about trains delayed but still being right on time—
sometimes a dream is a truth your heart knows long before you do. the space that the city and the team made for him (“you’d be the only guy on the team”)🗣️🗣️🗣️ !!! but the way that chris talks about needing to put in the work & leo not letting him quit,,, that’s chris filling up the teakettle with twice as much water, crowding one side of the bed (falling asleep against a bus window dreaming), becoming unburdened by the idea of not being their guy, not having the fallback being their draft pick to content and settle himself with. that’s chris betting on a future. that’s the train coming down the tracks, right on time.
(i am feeling unhinged about it)
SECOND. i know i was the one that said zach and dylan to start so technically i brought this on myself but also i have been ktfo by the mere mention of the way that dylan says zach’s name different from everyone else, stealing an extra breath, stealing as much time as he can get with him, which reminded me of a poem i just read:
The Need Is So Great, Jim Moore
^^^dylan still in love with zach even as he’s leaving, can feel himself losing him, and taking every sliver of the love in his smile that he can get. even if he knows zach doesn’t still feel the same way he’s drawing out the long goodbye & saying i love you in a thousand ways without ever saying it out loud (“i have been asking for a time but in ways that have no words” because he doesn’t want to ask too much, to ask for love) in the hope that zach will say it back OKAY I’M LEAVING i can’t do this
that was a lie because THREE. “maybe it’s the principle of the thing” please insert the most ungodly screech how could you just (lovingly) come in straight with the steel chair and bean me upside the head with that l i n e i think this story has the potential for such tragedy in it but also the most tender domestic longing because bords & briss have known each other for a long time (i think) and guys do sometimes lose themselves when they first get to the nhl.
it’s a big scene, you’re with big name guys, you’re finally doing the thing you always dreamed about, you’re no longer necessarily the best because everyone’s the best, you’re not sure how you fit in, you can get lost in the glitz and the glamor of it but you can also literally get lost in it, the slog of the season and getting caught up and down between teams and leagues and endless airports and buses and travel and ice rinks, losing your phone (accidental) and having new people hound you for quotes and fame and connection so you lose your phone (on purpose) and i think where i’m trying to go is: this could play out as the tragedy of borde going to the california coastline and briss shipping off to the vegas strip and both of them getting a little lost.
maybe there’s someone else, maybe i am steadfastly not thinking about “a summer that tries to erase and make up all the memories they've made separately” as either a summer of them pretending things are ok after a year of barely speaking and now being completely different people they never were before OR a summer of them trying to pretend like they can forget about each other because maybe they didn’t think their relationship was the same thing, is all, when they were or weren’t together. maybe it’s nobody’s fault but for the fact that they were scared and tired and lonely trying to make it in the big times and didn’t know how to show it. and then borde shows up with takeout and plastic forks in vegas and it’s december and nothing like winter in ann arbor and still they fill up all the empty spaces in each other with the things they didn’t know they’d miss until they were gone and this is the real thing, not whatever they were trying too hard to be, to recreate their own nostalgia for the love in their memories. it’s the principle of the thing, is all, to always be true to the love they have right now & not what they think it should be.
sorry that i wrote you kind of an essay of an answer but i had so so so many thoughts because your ask was so lovely so thank you for sending it to me (you are always welcome to!! i love your imagined scenarios!!! cannot even explain how much!!!) & thank you for taking the time to read my walls of tags :))) <3
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Not to be too sentimental about it, but I had this long phase last year until early this year where I really wasn't engaging with my own emotions very much and I was momentarily scared that I'd lost access to them.
And then Fall Out Boy came back and I just, like, ritually drowned myself in their music for a few weeks and wouldn't you know, there's my feelings again! Certainly not all of them are positive, but I'm glad to have them back!
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