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Alright so I've had this idea for like over a month but only now am writing it!!! Somehow the Simon well hasn't completely dried out yet :D Also I know nothing about the american school system, so I'm either 1. assuming or 2. basing it off answers american friends have given
Based on the show All kept gender neutral but reader has a female reproductive system
Life started going by so fast. Your last week of classes, prom, graduation, and before you knew it, it was the last night you had with your boyfriend before he was leaving for college. You and the rest of your friendgroup was staying behind on Bayview for atleast another year, he was the only one leaving. Of course he was going far away, even with a timezone adjustment.
Neither of you could fall asleep, laying there in his now emptier bedroom. It was already close to 2am, but you were still awake. So much was going to change. Your entire daily lives. You spent almost every moment together, and now, he would be thousands of miles away.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this..." Simon suddenly started after you've both been silent for over an hour. "But I think I'm really gonna miss those two crazy lesbians." You chuckles. Maeve and Janae were both already a little off the rocker alone, but together they were fully unhinged. It was entertaining seeing their evolution, their awkward phases. You and Simon sort of felt like proud parents. You couldn't imagine how sad he must be to have to leave you all behind.
"I'm sure they're gonna miss you too." You wanted to reassure him the best you could, looking up at him and smiling. He smiled back. "You know what I'm gonna miss most?" He asked. You tilted your head. "You....r moms food oh my god it's good! Better than any restaurant I've ever been at that's for sure."
This jerk. This loveable, ridiculous jerk.
"C'mon Si! You're such a jerk." You jokingly swatted his arm and he started laughing. "I'm kidding sweetheart, I'm kidding. Of course I?m going to miss you the most..." he eached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Don't know how I'll make to without you for a year."
And truth be told, that was the last time you saw him for an antire year. All 4 of you knew this, but none of you were ready. Sure he was only one of 4 people, but him being gone still changed so much about the friendgroup. Noone to make mean sarcastic comments, noone to be a sugar daddy... noone to tell you were having his baby.
You had all mutually decided to, atleast for the first year, have as little contact as necessary. It really was a random decision. One of a couple scribbled ideas on a piece of papaer thrown into a hat and pulled from. Why you actually went with it you didn't know. You could have had daily facetimes, you could have had monthly game nights, but no. All 4 of you agreed to no contact. If only you'd known.
It was about 2 or 3 weeks after he left that you started feeling weird, sick, tired. One doctors appointment later and there you found yourself, pregnant and the father gone for atleast a year. You knew this was crazy, life altering. Yet you didn't tell him, even with Janae and Maeve saying you should. "He probably has so muc hgoing on! I don't want to throw a wrench into his plans..." you said. "It's not a wrench, it's a baby! His baby!"
You weren't fully sure why you kept it. It would have been way easier if you hadn't. Afterall, you still had your entire life ahead of you. you never imagined having a kid this young, if at all. You think it might have been the dream you had. The dream where you were in a house, a beautiful one, during a summer golden hour. You could see the sun coming in through the windows, you could hear the birds and laughter outside.
And outside, in the perfect house's perfect garden, was Simon, and a child. Your child. The child you just found out you were having. The sight was one that made you happy. So, so happy. You spent the next hour after waking up crying. Because it wasn't real? Because it could be? You didn't know, and you still don't.
So you kept it. You went through all of those months, right until the end. You had Janae and Maeve by your side, and even before it was born they were already amazing aunts, they bought it toys and clothes and even that one "Get the fuck to sleep" book. Without them, you proably wouldn't have made it. That can be said about a lot of things and situations. they were your lifeline, your anchor.
You'll never forget the moment you first saw her, your daughter. After hours and hours of pain and agony she was there. The moment you held her and saw her tiny, wrinkled face, you were sold. She was, in almost every way, a carbon copy of her father. It almost scared you. Not that you considered it, but it was then that you knew you were never giving her up to anyone. It was impossible. Your little Lucy.
Maeve and Janae basically lived with you, they helped you take care of Lucy so you weren't alone. Maeve got the hang of it a little faster than Janae but can you blame her? The amount of babies she's interacted with in her lifetime is 1, that 1 being Lucy.
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It's a warm, summer day when Simon finally returns home. A year since he last saw his friends, his family. He dropped his things off at home in a matter of minutes and then went straight to your house. He couldn't wait to see you again, to hug you and to tell you how much he missed you. He wonderef if you'd changed, and if how so? Did you change your appearance? Your lifestyle? Did you move on and find someone new?
He had started speed walking, almost jogging, before he realized it. He just couldn't wait anymore. He ran up the steps of your porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for it to open. Through the glass he could see Maeve, still the same as ever. She was the one who opened the door for him. "Wait, Simon? What are you doing here?" She pretty much jumped at him with glee. "Well, I wanted to come visit my 3 favorite girls." "Never ever say that again." Maeve threatened, and Simon put his hands up in defense. "J! It's Si! Can you go get (Y/N)?" Maeve yelled in teh direction of the livingroom, from which came a "Riger roger", followed by Janae walking up the stairs, cradling something in her arms.
"So how's college?" Maeve asked to make some small talk. She cared, she really did, but she moreso wanted to make time go by faster for him to see you, and to see Lucy. "C'mon, it's easy. Fuh-ck." Janae said from the stairs. He heard your laugh, that laugh he had been missing for an agonizing year. He turned and saw you, as beautiful/handsome/appealing as the day he last saw you. "Janae if you actually manage to make her first word fuck I'll give you 50 bucks."
He now saw the small thing clearly. A baby? Why was there a baby in your house? Surely you were just babysitting, right? Yea, totally. You didn't move on, you're just babysitting. Simon hardly had the time to fall into a spiral of thoughts before you pretty much launched yourself at him. He managed to steady himself so you two didn't fall over from the force. You stood there in eachothers arms for a while. "God I missed you, so, so much." You whuspered. "Missed you too, sweetheart" he responded.
When you pulled away you just looked at eachother, taking in your features. Your eyes quickly shot over to Janae, now sitting down, but still holding Lucy. Simon noticed. You noticed that he noticed. Now was the moment. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Time to face the past year head-on. Maeve and Janae got the memo and gave Lucy back to you, leaving the two of you alone.
You sat down and didn't say anything for a while. You didn't know where to start. "Who are you babysitting for?" he asked. Good, you didn't have to start. But how to respond? "Oh I'm... I'm not babysitting..." you trailed off. He raised an eyebrow. "This..." you started, slightly turning her around so he could see her better. "is Lucy. She's... my daughter."
That moment destroyed him. You did move on, and not only did you move on, you had a child with them aswell. He was crushed. There went the one good thing he had. Goodbye future with you, goodbye happiness. He felt like everything was starting to blur and slip away, until you took his hand and looked at him. He looked at you. "She's... our daughter."
He had to do a mental double-take. Him? A father? There was no way that would go well. "Ours? When... when did this happen?" He kept looking from her to you and back again. "The night before you left, I guess. I was shocked, too."
"Why didn't you tell me... that I'm..." "A dad? I just... didn't want to tear you away from college, I guess. I mean, you're finally out of Bayview and you're immediately called back?" You explained. "Sweetheart this is different! You really should have told me!" "Oh, come on, you have your whole life infront of you, Simon! I wasn't going anywhere anyway." You tried to explain. "No, no, you really should have told me! I..." he stopped for a bit and took a breath, the look in his face changing, becoming somewhat softer. "I missed so much..."
"I wasn't here to help you. I missed her birth I..." He took another breath and wiped tears you didn't even realize were in his eyes. He grabbed your hand. "I'm a dad. You're a mom/dad/parent. We're parents. We have a daughter. I have missed way more that I ever should have. I don't care how you interject, I am switching to online classes and I'm moving back here."
"Simon-" he cut you off. "I'm serious, (Y/N). I'm not going anywhere. I don't care about college. I care about you. I care about our family." That made the wall break, the tears you had been holding back breaking free as you started crying. He pulled you in for a hug and you swore you could hear him sniffling too. "We're gonna do this. We've got eachother, and Maeve and Janae."
"IIf she does acrually teach her fuck as her first word I'll also give her 50 bucks." He joked. You pulled away and he looked at little Lucy in your arms. "Can I hold her?" "Of course" Anyone could tell he wasn't used to handling infants, but he'd be damned if he wasn't prepared to do his best.
You watched as he held her, looking over her with love in his eyes. "Hey Lucy. It's me, your dad. I know I missed a lot, but I'm not going anywhere anymore." You laid your head on his shoulder. "We really have a Lucy now..." "We do indeed" you responded.
Any time the two of you played a game where you could have children, be it Sims, Minecraft comes alive or otherwise, the fist one was always, even if you had to cheat, a little girl named Lucy. Neither of you knew exactly why Lucy, but it stuck. And now here she was.
Your litte Lucy.
ALRIGHT HERE YOU ARE I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD this ended up at 1927 words which is really great, I'm so happy that I'm still managing to write stuff!! SIMIN IS A GIRL DAD AND NOONE CAN MAKE ME THINK OTHERWISE THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT
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Hey hey a lil reminder that this exists! It's still open for submissions, and also for ideas what to do with the submissions xD I may have just wanted to get the answers but have no idea what to do with them 😅 So if any of you have ideas do let me know because I want to share these with you all since they're all good!!!
I made something :D
Please fill it out if you can, no worries about any information getting to me, I only see your answers.
I'm gonan use this for something later on :D
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Ok so I am currently working on a fic (on google docs) and I don't know how to post it, so I wanna ask you guys.
My dilemma: This fic can be divided into small 'parts', which I feel would be too small to be chapters, but I think the full text would potentially have some timejumps if posted as one.
The small parts I could post as I write them, but I don't know how long the gap between parts may be, as I don't know how my motivation will be.
If I post it as one fic, of course you'll all have to wait until it is finished, which could take just as long.
If you have any other ideas please do let me know!!!
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We’re not friends.
~MASTERLIST~ Parts will be posted when they’re finished. I don’t yet know how many parts there will be.
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> You were at eachothers throats from the day you first met, when you first moved right next to him. It was almost a year ago that you first saw his smug face and witnessed his god-complex and were subjected to that stupid smirk of his. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
We're not neighbors
We're not going to dinner
We're not late
Part 4 (W.I.P)
We’re not neighbors
~MASTERLIST~
Part 1
You and your parents just moved into the neighborhood into a freshly built house, your parents built it themselves, which just so happened to be next to the Mayor, you found out, but had no idea what side. Day 1 was truly more like day 0, since all your furniture was still being delivered, you barely had a mattress, pillows and a blanket to sleep with, the rest was either still at your old place or on its way here. You had only packed one bag of clothes, toiletries, your laptop and your swimwear, since you would finally have a pool, which you would be able to use immediately.
And that’s what you were doing, laying by the pool on the one pool lounge chair you personally dragged outside, eyes closed behind your sunglasses trying to relax after the long journey here and the stress of moving. Inside your parents coordinated with seemingly every person on the planet; the moving company, their friends, their jobs, your school, even some of the neighbors had already come by, not the Mayor yet, your parents would have come to get you if that happened.
You had your laptop, safely under your lounge chair to shield it from the sun, playing music loud enough for you to hear but not others. You swore you could have fallen asleep, that’s how comfortable and tired you were, when someone or something hit your pool with such speed and force that it splashed so high that it reached you, the cold water waking you up abruptly and instantly. You sat up and looked in the pool, seeing a medium sized ball, probably volleyball, floating around the middle of it.
“Ah, so you are alive.” you heard from somewhere above you, but it wasn’t a voice you recognized, so it didn’t come from your house. You spun around, probably looking like a fool, before spotting the person. It was a guy, approximately your age, leaning out of a window which was probably in his bedroom. He had his arms crossed and was leaning on them, a shit eating grin on his face. ‘Oh great. My neighbor is a creep.’ you thought. “Why the fuck did you do that?” you wish you could retaliate, but your throwing and aiming skills weren’t the best, and you had a feeling you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of that guy.
“To prevent you getting heat stroke and dying. You’re welcome.” he stated as if it was fact. “Well I’m obviously fine, asshole” you wanted to go in the water to get the ball out, but didn’t want this guy to watch you do it. “Yeah, ‘cuz I saved you.” he smirked. Oh how badly you wanted to knock that smirk off of his stupid face. You just rolled your eyes and made your way back to your lounge. “So…” he started. “So?” you raised a brow. “Who are you?” you let out a sigh. “Obviously I’m Santa Claus, can’t you see?” you mumbled, moreso to yourself. “Fuck you asking for?” You yelled back, an idea suddenly popping into your head. You didn’t turn to face him, reached down under your lounge into your bag and fished out something you didn’t think you’d get to use this soon.
“‘m asking for myself. I am your neighbor after all, isn’t it normal for neighbors to know eachothers names?” the sass and smirk were audible in his voice, you hated it already. You walked back to your pool, careful to conceal your weapon so he wouldn’t see. You dipped it underwater and waited for the bubbles to stop. Very luckily for you, when you looked up at him, he was turned away from you, reaching to grab something. As quickly as you could, you aimed right for the back of his head and pulled the trigger. A strong jet of water flew from your gun, high up to his window, hitting him perfectly. He yelped pathetically, flailed for a bit then fell off the chair he was sitting on. You spun your gun like in movies, then blew against the end and held it against your side.
“Even?” You asked, trying not to laugh. From your angle you could only see the top half of him as he stood up, using the windowsill for support. His hair was pretty wet, sticking to his face, even a bit at the front. His shirt, on the other hand, was absolutely drenched. He looked like a wet cat. He shook his limbs and head for a bit, then his head snapped to you, and with an absolute look of murder in his eyes he replied. “Oh you are so fucking on.”
Maybe he wouldn’t be that bad of a neighbor.
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We’re not going to dinner
~MASTERLIST~
Part 2
After he shut his window and disappeared you finally went into your pool to retrieve the volleyball, now floating at one of the edges. You still had the feeling he was there, watching you, so you looked over your shoulder a few times. You were starting to get creeped out, but also excited for future shenanigans. You decided to head inside as the movers started slowly disappearing for the day and your mother was beginning to put things in their place.
You grabbed your laptop, bag and towel, but left the water gun outside for future use. You noticed that there were already a decent chunk of boxes and furniture set up, the garden door leading to the kitchen, where your mother was putting away the silverware and your dad the pots and pans. “Honey please don’t tell me you shot at the house next door.” Your dad said as you weaved in between him and your mother. You stopped for a second, wracking your brain for something to say. “Your honor, relevance?” you tried to imitate your father, he was a lawyer, so he had taught you a few things to say and do in case you found yourself in a courtroom. He chuckled.
“The accused was seen shooting their water gun at the house next door to their own, which just so happens to be the Mayor’s house. The court is asking for confirmation on this matter.” Shit. Your mother shook her head with a smile, she always did at your little discussions. “Uhm… My client was in a silly goofy mood?” You tried. Your father pretended to think for a while. “Not guilty, but we’re gonna be keeping a closer eye on you.” He patted you on the shoulder. “Phew. Thought I was for sure gonna end up in jail.”
“Seriously honey, you can’t just be shooting at other people’s houses.” Your mother joined the conversation. “Tell that to the smug asshole who threw this full force at our pool just to annoy me. He started it.” You placed the ball on the counter, laying it atop your towel. “Well what did that ‘smug asshole’ look like, perchance?” she made air quotes with her hands. “Smug. Stupid. Asshole-ish.” You opened the fridge, but, unsurprisingly, were met with big fat nothing. You could feel your mothers unimpressed face on you.
“I dunno, mom, I barely looked. I think he had black hair? It was dark, that’s for sure. Think he’s my age. About…” you thought about the angle at which you were looking, then stretched your arm at an approximate height. “yay tall?” “Oh sweet Jesus” Your mother facepalmed. “What did I say?” Your father chuckled. “That was probably the Mayor’s kid, honey. Ya know, because that’s the Mayor's house.” he responded. No way was that jerk the Mayor’s son, no way José. “The one we’ll be having dinner with in about two hours, actually.”
Okay now you were starting to panic. First, he was the Mayor’s kid. Second, you shot a water gun at the Mayor’s house. Third, you were going to have to be face to face with them for dinner. Fourth… you actually didn’t have a fourth yet, but you were sure you’d have one before the night was over. “Why didn’t you come and tell me?” You asked, suddenly hyper aware that you went in the pool and would now have to make yourself look presentable with the little products you had. “Because we still have two hours and you were going to come inside eventually.”
You spent one of those two hours trying to get the smell of chlorine out of your hair, even though you were barely in the pool it clung to you as if you’d spent a year in it. After you were successfully de-chlorined you started looking for a, you assumed, formal outfit to wear. “Ma! What kind of dinner is this?” You yelled down to your mother. “Just a dinner, honey.” You rolled your eyes. “A dinner with the Mayor! How do you dress for that?” leave it to your mother to completely miss the point of a question. “Dress like when we go to a restaurant.” “Last one we went to was Chuck E Cheese, ma.” “Please do not wear that t-shirt again, it has sauce all over it.” Your mom came to your room to help you pick out something good enough.
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We’re not late
Part 3
~MASTERLIST~
You were ready before either of your parents, waiting at the door for them to do their last finishing touches. “I feel like being late has more of an impact on their impression of us than a little water.” You swiped seamlessly on your phone, probably for the last time for a few hours, since your parents weren’t allowing you to take it with you. Something about manners or some shit. “Oh slow down. We’ve still got plenty of time. We’ve got 15 minutes, plus the walk is barely a minute.” said your mother. As always, she was the last to be done. 11 of those 15 minutes you still had were spent still waiting, 7 of them with your father.
“Why do you get to take your phone with you but I don’t?” felt kinda hypocritical. “Because I need to be reachable if anything happens.” “So do I.” you try to defend yourself, to which your father chuckles. “Honey, you have a maximum of 5 contacts. Me and your mother are 2, your grandmother and grandfather are 2 more, and the last one is your aunt.” Touché, father. Touché. “Stop it, Chris“ your mother finally showed up. “There you are, Mary” You’re stood up now, setting your phone on the kitchen counter, plugged into the charger. “Yes, yes, I know.”
You finally left the house approximately 2 minutes before you were supposed to be there. Your parents were always the type to cut it close. You walked a few feet over, past the fence between properties and along the driveway, up to their front door. You stood in a neat line, your father to the left, then your mother and then you. As your father was closest to the doorbell, he was the one who rang it. It only took half a minute for the hallway light to turn on, the door to unlock and open. “Oh, hello. Please, come in.” Of course he had to be the one who opened the door. It got you a closer, better look at him.
He was taller than you, dark hair bordering between black and dark brown. He looked at both of your parents as they stepped inside, then to you. He had a look in his eyes that screamed he was up to something, accompanied by a smirk. He closed the door behind you as you stepped in, then led you all to the dining room. Their house was much grander than yours, a set of curving stairs in the entryway, leading up. The dining room was in between the living room and kitchen, quarter walls separating them from one another.
“Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a moment.” Said the woman in the kitchen, his mother probably. Thing was, you had no idea who of the two parents was the mayor. The table had 8 chairs, 3 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. Your father pulled out a chair for your mother, and the boy pulled one out for you. You looked at him with suspicion, but he only smiled. You didn’t trust that smile. Yet for the sake of politeness, you nodded as thanks and sat down.
The dinner itself was fine, you found out his mom was the mayor, which was a welcome surprise. Your parents and his talked mostly amongst themselves, leaving you to stare down at your plate as you ate. The one time you did look up, you were faced with Simon, as you found out his name was. Of course he had sat in front of you. When you looked up, he was already looking at you. The unexpectedness of it, plus the question of how long he had been staring made you look back down at your plate and take a sip of your drink. You peeked back at him, seeing him once again smirk, as if he had planned it and was reeling in the fact he succeeded.
Dinner passed fast, a few more of those incidents happening once or twice. You were honestly barely paying attention to the conversation between the adults, until your mother nudged you. “You okay?” she asked, and you nodded. “Oh, you must be bored, huh? Why don’t you two go up to Simon’s room? I’m sure you’ll find something more entertaining to do than this boring conversation.” Never in your life did you think you’d want to punch the Mayor in the face. President and other authority maybe, but never the Mayor. Because now you had to go up to his room with him, otherwise this’d become awkward, plus your parents would force you to go either way.
So, very reluctantly, you got up and followed him. His room was up the stairs and down a short hallway. He opened the door for me, and the first thing I was greeted with was a step. Extremely weird, if you ask me. After almost tripping, barely noticing fast enough, you stepped into his room. It was kind of empty. He had his bed, a desk with a fancy pc setup, another step/platform thing with some instruments, and a shelf. You could see the window he was sitting at earlier that day, and on the floor you spotted a wet spot in the carpet. You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Proud of yourself, huh?” he asked from behind you. You turned to face him. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed. “Matter of fact, I am.” you responded with a smirk of your own. “Mind telling me how I’ll explain the random stain to my mom?” You pretended to think for a second. “Could always tell her you pissed yourself.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?” he pretended to be shocked. “Because you’re a dumbass.” you said and sat down at the end of his bed.
“I bet your friends love you” the sarcasm was palpable. He sat down across from you in his office chair. “They do, actually. Do yours?” you asked. “Oh shoot, wait, I forgot you don’t have any.” He shook his head. “You are unbelievable. But you’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” You bowed your head in courtesy, however much you could sitting down. “i know we have this whole rivalry going on, but…” he trailed off. You motioned for him to keep going. “You got a discord or something? If not, your number works too.” he said, winking at you. “I don’t have my phone with me.” you were actually glad about it now. “Why?” “Parents wouldn’t let me.” “Well I have a pen and paper.”
He spun his chair around, drumming his fingers on his desk as he looked for a sticky note of sorts. He started scribbling on it for a minute, clicking around on his computer a bit. When he was finished he turned back to you, stood up, walked to you and extended the sticky note to you. You took it, on it were various usernames and ways to contact him. “Don’t expect anything.” You then, through a spur of the moment decision, dropped the paper down your shirt. It was as if you were on autopilot, though you had never done that before.
You caught him off guard, yourself too honestly, and his eyes widened. He inhaled, and you swore you heard a small “Okay”. This time it was you who smirked.
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Very quick lil poll because I've got a fic idea, but there's no point in posting it if nobody would read it.
I'm sure you can figure my idea out really easily, but I still wanna ask :3
Ok so I have this Simon Minecraft skin
I don't remember who made it, I got it off Skindex (but given the fucking purge that just happened idk if he's still there)
I have had this skin for MONTHS and I only now realized
THEY GAVE HIM BLUE EYES. I don't think Mark actually had blue eyes in the show. And I know it's Show!Simon because that's his outfit.
Someone out there made a show accurate skin but SPECIFICALLY gave him the blue eyes he has in the book qwq
Whoever made this, thank you <3
I just found 2 Simon bots on janitorAI I'm boutta be so delusional
What happens when you find a song that has the same name as one of your O.C.s?
You get a fic idea that revolves around the song.
What happens when you have the idea to make each lyric a chapter?
You end up with 45 chapters...
This is fine :)
Edit: I noticed I skipped some lyrics while writing them down, so add....
5 chapters.
50 chapters...
Oh god that would mean there's a chance that they've seen my account...
That SIMON has seen my account.
Yeah I'mma go kill myself brb
me bc tumblr plays a part in one of us is lying which means i exist. somewhere. in their universe.
gotta love chenford, slexie, luke & lorelai, and actually i love michaela and zeke im such a manifest fan
and that’s not even counting tsitp (jere marry me), nhie, kotlc, nate & bronwyn from one of us is lying, maeve and lucas and the literally 10000 other ships i stan
btw should i watch spn
What are some other of your favorite shows and what are your favorite characters/ships in them?
Favorite TV Show Ships
I had to really think about this since I've been so hyperfixated on TVDU for so long that I had to remember what other shows I like. I have trouble picking favorites but here are a bunch of shows I routinely rewatch, mainly because of the ships.
One Tree Hill -- Nathan & Hayley, Quinn & Clay
Gilmore Girls -- Luke & Lorelai, Rory & Logan
Brooklyn 99 -- Jake & Amy, Holt & Kevin
Jane the Virgin -- Jane & Rafael
Schitts Creek -- David & Patrick, Alexis & Ted, Johnny & Moira
Outlander -- Jamie & Claire
Revenge -- Emily & Jack, but I also really liked Aiden
Supergirl -- Lena & Kara (this is canon, you can't tell me otherwise)
Pretty Little Liars -- Spencer & Toby, Hannah & Caleb
Dynasty -- Fallon & Liam
Once Upon a Time -- Regina & Emma (I know it's not cannon but I don't care)
Ginny & Georgia -- I honestly like most of Georgia's relationships but I really like Georgia & Joe. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers.
Friends -- Chandler & Monica, Joey & Rachel (even though it was brief)
Bridgerton -- Kate & Anthony (super excited for Colin and Penelope)
Wednesday -- I'm fine with there being no romantic relationships and it all staying platonic but I love Enid and Wednesday's relationship so far
Grey's Anatomy -- Lexie & Mark, April & Jackson, Alex & Jo, Bailey & Ben (I haven't seen the last few seasons)
Parks & Rec -- Ben & Lesly
The Good Place -- Chidi & Eleanor
And I can now say PJO -- I've always loved the book series and have been enjoying the show. It's not cannon in the show yet but Percabeth is one of my all time favorite ships
These shows and ships are in no particular order.
Thanks for the ask! This was fun to think about.
Also let me know if you have any recommendations!
it’s the way addy doesn’t take her hands off janae even once during this scene
Hi queer fans of queer stuff! How are we feeling with today's TV industry? How about really bloody angry?
Look, the recent cancelation of Dead Boy Detectives is obviously personal for its fandom, but it's also one more nail in the coffin and I think we have to start doing something about it together.
I went through this with Sense8. With Our Flag Means Death. With smaller but also amazing shows like The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself. Not to mention when it's not cancelled yet but it's boycotted with seasons cut in half or zero marketing. *I am tired*.
If you are too, I ask you to join the campaign. This is specifically about increasing views and attention, not because Netflix is necessarily going to change their minds (we know that's unlikely), but because we want to prove that we exist as a group.
So even if you don't feel like actually watching right now, we ask you to give it a stream if you have a Netflix account, with headphones connected or low volume. If you don't have a Netflix account, and honestly good for you, you can help by boosting us in social media.
I do recommend Dead Boy Detectives for real, it's REALLY good, but this is more about joining forces. They want numbers, so we give them numbers in the most petty way: after they cancelled so that other networks will get interested. At the very least, the crew and creators might get some royalties and they deserve it after busting their asses for years to give us this season.
TL;DR: stream dead boy detectives as a community to shove it in their faces
CHIBUIKEM UCHE & KARIM DIANE as Cooper & Kris “One of Us Is Grieving” — One of Us Is Lying (1.02)
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