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snaillock · 10 months

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i’m sorry but the fact that rin is canonically flunks most of his class except for english (cause he be on that sigma soccer grindset babyyy) has been lingering in my mind for like a week or so oh my god

like imagine him not caring enough about those classes (why care about your geometry grade when you’re gonna be the best striker anyway or whatever’s going on in his head) until one of his teachers nags him about improving his grades, even suggesting a tutor. at first he’s way too prideful to seek help from a tutor but the teacher’s incessant nagging made him give in and find a tutor who’s happens to be another student in his school, most likely an upperclassman.

while he’s waiting for you to show up clearly running a few minutes late, he mumbles to himself about how unnecessary and “lukewarm” this tutoring shit is.

when you finally showed up and gave your quick apologies for your tardiness, you took one look at rin’s impatient/borderline judgmental face and decided it was best to cut out the fluffy introductions and dive straight into it.

he’s pretty reluctant about telling you what exactly he’s having trouble with in class since being here already bruises his ego enough. not to mention, he’s very doubtful about your skills as a tutor (definitely isn’t personal ofc, he just be like that). you, of course, prove him wrong and also get him to share what he’s struggling with so you can actually help. then surprise! surprise! he already shows a lot of improvement by the end of the session.

the way you get him to open up about his academic struggles with ease kinda freaks him out but he goes along with it

there was just something about your patient yet stern way of teaching that made rin drawn into that made him focus up and actually work. clearly a step up from his shitty lukewarm teachers. after that session, rin soon found himself booking another one… then another… and another after that… ok look you just have an efficient way of teaching that does not cut into his precious soccer time. it’s not because of any other reason, he swears!

i imagine when he lowers his walls and slowly starts falling in love, he becomes a huge mess internally. can you blame him though? he’s never done this before. he’s never felt this before. oh my god. what do people even do when they’re in love?? what the hell even is love??? someone please answer him before he starts spiraling!!!

while these questions run around in his head, he watches as you explain the assignment he has to do for one of his classes, too engrossed in teaching to notice the redness on his neutral face

eventually he accepts his feelings for you but he’s still very lost on what to do now. after all, he has only had people fawn over him and he has never returned those feelings before. thus he has no idea what to do when he’s actually interested in someone and gets stuck for an indefinite amount of time.

oh rin itoshi. the man who can literally psychoanalyze the opposing team in 0.005 seconds and knows when to perfectly strike also has absolutely no clue on when and how to ask someone out.

so now the ball is in your court if you reciprocate his feelings and want to become more than just mere tutor and student

a.n.: this was supposed to be a three sentence thingy idk what the fuck just possessed me today

#★ snail.writes ★#rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi #shout outs to that one bllk fun fact post that made me wanna read rin’s light novel #rin x gender neutral reader #rin x gn reader #blue lock imagines #bllk #blue lock #blue lock x gender neutral reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x gn reader #wrote this while watching aaron and jo #just recently discovered their channel and they’re so fucking funny

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palmettoshitposts · 8 months

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some andrew & renee thoughts

andrew likes renee because she’s not afraid to confront him, contradict him or say no to him. she’s not afraid of him at all.

renee is easily more dangerous and andrew knows and respects that. renee has a grasp on how to use knives better than andrew could ever imagine (before neil, at least) and it leaves him more than slightly in awe.

the whole sparring thing came about because when andrew pushed her one practice early on, she pushed back harder and they started fighting

she definitely hurts his feelings once or twice and he lies awake at night thinking about it. what bugs andrew that what she’s said is right. comments that are just observational in nature about his behaviour or character but they cut because he trusts her opinion on things.

one time, she just calls him out on something he thought she’d support him on - some stupid opinion - and he’s offended and irritated. and renee never says I told you so, so she just shrugs and moves on.

renee calls andrew out on being a misogynist. andrew is initially confused but renee bullies him into being a feminist. that’s how their friendship works. most of this takes place on the roof. before that was andrew and neil’s place (and even after), it was andrew and renee’s. but renee has no interest in smoking, so she joins him by bringing tiny bottles of bubbles and punctuating her sentences by blowing them. the one time andrew calls her a bitch, she just responds with ‘don’t🫧be🫧a🫧misogynist🫧’. weirdly, it works.

andrew likes renee because she’s all sharp edges and imperfections. andrew’s had more than enough of the horrors that lie behind the perfect facade.

when you get close to renee, you learn she’s got crooked teeth and a honky laugh. when she dyes her hair, it’s because of sheer boredom but she has a list of her next ten hair colours in her notes on her phone. andrew knows these things, and knows that knowing them is a privilege. he keeps this to himself.

renee can be spiteful and rude. renee can be snappy and unkind. but she acknowledges these things and takes accountability in a way that’s totally revolutionary for andrew.

she rarely apologises. one time, early on, a remark she makes at his expense is far too cutting and he’s not mad about it but clearly it’s impacted her. she apologises later on, carefully and sincerely, and it’s the first apology andrew has ever fully believed, even if he doesn’t think it’s required. he shrugs her off and she knows exactly what it means.

andrew never admits it aloud, but what he deep down loves about renee is how she can make him a better person.

she gently nudges him and his rigid thinking along the path of self development and it’s something he would never thank her for but he is endlessly grateful for.

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the-plothole-court · 2 years

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aaron: your eyes? they shine brighter than every star.

katelyn: your smile? it makes my entire day.

andrew: a room? fucking get one.

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problematic-president · 7 months

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Watching I Made America after having recently seen Hamilton live in west end.....i have incoherent Thoughts (incoming rambling)

In so many ways Hamilton could be considered the perfect musical but a TERRIBLY flawed historical adaptation. Meanwhile IMA has the opposite problem, it's not as flashy or polished as Hamilton but i think it works better as a historical adaptation. Right now for me this discrepancy is....quite hard to explain. I have a Hamilton analysis in the works (no idea when, or whether i'll get it finished). Maybe Hamilton was too ambitious, maybe the sillier concept of IMA made it inherently easier for the writers to adapt the historical aspects, maybe it's that Hamilton had a set of ideals it was trying to push which directly contradicted its purpose of existing in the first place (not elaborating on that but if you know YOU KNOW). Idk man.

But something about IMA felt different. Something about Alexander Hamilton's rant in the episode People Hate Bastards really struck a chord with me and made me understand the man better than Hamilton the musical ever could, even though the latter literally covers his entire life story. It's truly fascinating.

Funnily enough i've observed historical adaptations that "try less" to be faithful end up being better at adapting the source material. Classic example of this is Blood Bloody Andrew Jackson. Historical accuracy is NON EXISTENT in that musical but look at that!!! It provides a hard hitting depiction of Andrew Jackson which both perfectly shows how much of a POS he was while also getting the audience to care about him!!!!! It's crazy to me!!!!!

Honestly this is such a fascinating recent social phenomenon and i think it should be studied more

#virathoughts #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #bloody bloody andrew jackson #i made america #historyposting #musicalposting #btw the hamilton west end cast was soooooo good oh my god #shout out to james madison's actor he was so SILLY #and aaron burr's actor my goodness why are all the burr actors in any hamilton cast absolute highlights. Riddle me that #EDIT: I MADE A TYPO I WROTE THIS AT LIKE 12 AM

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ohara-n-brown · 2 years

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Ayo so I saw Bullet Train last night and started crying about Thomas the Tank Engine 10/10 movie, chefs kiss

#Aaron Taylor Johnson went CRAZY in this roll holy shit #it’ll make sense when you see it #shout out to my bros lemon and tangerine frfr #bullet train #brad pit #aaron taylor johnson #brian tyree henry

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vladimpale · 10 months

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'wait for it' is so tsukishima kei

#i feel like not enough people talk about his rivalry with hinata #like realistically tsukki knows hinata struggles. A LOT.#but deep down he cant help feeling jealous of how relentless he is #tsukishima has the height and the mind necessary #he has the advantage #but he still feels like he falls short in front oh hinata #he still seems to strive even when he fails #im glad kuroo took advantage of tsukki's jealousy to motivate him to be better #he saw his potential and took it upon himself to destroy his unimpressed mask #can i tag this as tsukihina? ill do it anyway #tsukihina #tsukishima kei #aaron burr 🤝 tsukishima kei #feeling jealous of someone that came from nothing and still surpassed them #shout out to leslie odom jr for singing that masterpiece #haikyuu!!#song + character

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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I'll Always Look After You

Emily has the flu and Aaron looks after her.

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A little thing for @sneetchestoo and anyone else who is currently unwell. I hope this helps even just a tiny little bit <3

Also, this was meant to be a Christmas fic, but it kind of just ended up just being set at Christmas? So it's like the Die Hard of the Hotchniss universe haha

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Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of sickness etc but nothing explicit, a tiny bit of angst in the middle. Because it's me.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I think I’m dying.”

Aaron has to suppress his smile before he looks over at his wife, the sight of her bundled up on the couch, wrapped up in blankets with a trash can full of disposed tissues next to her enough to make him reconsider going anywhere.

“You aren’t dying sweetheart,” he says, zipping up his winter coat before he walks over and sits next to her, “You just have the flu.”

She leans into him, her head against his shoulder as she sniffs against her blocked nose, “You wouldn’t be saying just if you’d been the one to catch it.”

“There’s still time,” he replies, turning his head to kiss her forehead and wincing at the temperature of her skin, “We really can rearrange if you want, I know how much you wanted to go with the boys.”

She shakes her head fiercely, grimacing at the sensation, how it made her head pound even more.

“No, it’s ok,” she rasps out, “We’ve been promising them for weeks, and we’ve already had to rearrange twice.”

“Mason will miss you, it’s the first year he’ll probably understand what's going on,” he says, pulling back to look at her, to see if the thought of it upset her but she simply smiles at him.

“He always misses me, Aaron,” she replies, thinking of their four-year-old son, “You’ve said yourself - he’d crawl back up inside of me if he could.”

It was why she’d been the one to come down with the flu out of the two of them. Jack came home with it first having caught it at school, and quickly passed it on to his little brother. Both boys were all about Emily when they were sick, seeking out the love and affection she always gave them so freely, pressed up against her as they slept off their fevers. It had been over a week since Jack had first come home sick, and now both boys were better and back to sleeping in their own beds Emily had caught it herself. Something that was inevitable, but still frustrating to her nonetheless.

She’d never been good at being sick, always insisting she was fine even when it was clear she wasn’t. It extended through to wanting to be alone, feeling coddled if someone even offered to get meds for her so she didn’t have to, but that had never been the case with Aaron. She always wanted him near and found herself enjoying being looked after as long as he was the one doing it.

“I feel bad leaving you sweetheart,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you this sick.”

She smiles at him, “You’re going to the Christmas Markets with a four-year-old and a 12-year-old, honey. You’ll be lucky if you keep them interested enough to be gone for a couple of hours. My plan is to take my next round of meds and sleep.”

His hand shifts to her forehead, the back of his hand against her skin, and he frowns, “You do feel warm again.”

“That's because-” her sarcastic response is cut off by her aching cough, her ribs and chest aching with it after over a day of her flu being at its worst. Aaron soothes her, his hand running circles on her back until the coughing fit fades. He passes her the glass of water that she’d been keeping close to hand and she takes a sip before putting it down, “Fucking hell,” she grumbles, her voice somehow more raw than it had been before, “Next time they’re sick, you can be the one to snuggle with them.”

He smiles at her and leans in to kiss her flushed cheek, “Sure Em, like you don’t love every second of being the one they want.”

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, but any response is stopped by the sound of Mason and Jack running into the room, already in their coats and snow boots.

“Ready Dad?” Jack asks, smiling over at them both, and Aaron nods, turning to his wife to give her another kiss on her cheek before he stands up.

“Ready buddy.”

“We’ll get you a gift, Emily to make you feel better,” Jack says with enthusiasm as if the cure to her ailment would be for sale on one of the stalls at the market.

“Thanks, Jack,” she replies, wiping her nose as she looks over at him, “That’s very sweet.”

Mason frowns, looking more adorable than ever in his many layers, tilting his head as he looks over at his mother on the couch.

“Momma not coming?” He asks, and Aaron smiles at his youngest, scooping him up into his arms.

“No, Mase, Momma is sick, remember? So she has to stay here.” He says, walking over to her and leaning down, “Now, give Mommy a kiss, and we’ll be back before you know it.”

Mason wraps his arms around Emily’s neck and she kisses his cheek and forehead, and not for the first time Aaron thinks this is the kind of story he will be able to tell the boy when he’s a teenager and no longer thinks his parents are cool.

“Love you Momma.”

“Love you too, sweet boy,” she says, smiling at her son as Aaron stands up straight before she turns her attention to her husband, “Make sure you get plenty of photos of them in front of the big tree, ok?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he replies, leaning down briefly to kiss the top of her head, “Remember to take your meds, you’re due them in about 30 minutes.”

“Yes, sir,” she says, a small smile on her face as he rolls his eyes at her.

“Right, come on boys,” Aaron says, deciding to carry Mason out, and having his eldest walk ahead of him to the front door, “Let's give Mom some peace.”

She listens to them chatting among themselves until the door closes, the house falling into silence she would have once found comforting.

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Aaron wakes up suddenly, a kick to the shin pulling him out of his slumber. For a moment he’s disorientated, but then he hears Emily mutter something under her breath next to him and everything snaps into place. He sits up and turns on the lamp on his nightstand.

It wasn’t unusual for one of them to wake up the other in the throes of a nightmare, which is what he thinks is happening at first. It sadly wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, to see her tangled up in the sheets, her face twisted in fear as her memories mixed with her subconscious.

She found herself on the floor of that warehouse in Boston just as often as he found himself in the house he had once shared with Haley, the many who had killed her just out of reach.

He reaches out for her, his hand almost at her shoulder, when she shifts away, muttering under her breath again, and she frowns.

“Em, sweetheart,” he starts, but she shakes her head fiercely, twisting further into the sheets, trapping her legs even further, “It’s just me.”

“Ian. No,” she breathes out, two words he can pick up from the almost constant stream of murmurings coming from her. It’s then that he realises her eyes are open, shifting wilding around their bedroom as if she was looking for an escape.

She wasn’t having a nightmare, she was awake.

He’s able to get his hand to her forehead, his chest aching when she tries to twist away from him, and he winces at the temperature of her skin. Her fever had clearly spiked again in the night, and he would put money on it being a little too high, and it had led to this. A delirium she wouldn’t break free from until he got her body temperature down to something a little closer to normal.

Aaron pulls the sheet over her, freeing her legs, and he has to catch one of her feet to stop himself from getting kicked.

“Emily, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for her face and holding her head in place, making their eyes meet, “It’s me, it’s Aaron.”

She swallows thickly, something that burns against her throat, “Aaron?”

He smiles, relief making some of the tension in his chest loosen, “Yes, baby. It’s me, I’m here.”

Familiar fear seizes her, something she can’t shake off, “Ian?”

“You won sweetheart, he’s dead remember,” Aaron says, pressing his forehead into hers, her skin burning him, “We’re here, in our home. The boys are asleep in their rooms”

She whimpers, a sound he hates, something he’d never heard from her before, and he knows he has to do something. He knows she wouldn’t thank him for taking her to the hospital, something he knew wasn’t justified quite yet, but he needed to help her. He gathers her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, her body shaking despite how warm she was, and he stands.

It hurts his back, something he knows he’ll likely feel for a few days, but it’s the last thing on his mind as he carries her towards the ensuite, using his elbow to force the light on. He apologises when she winces against the light flooding the room, his lips against her forehead. He walks into their shower and turns on the water, waiting until it was lukewarm before he steps under the stream. He slides down the wall, making sure he keeps hold of her, and she tucks her forehead against his neck, protecting her face from the steady stream of water.

“Aaron.”

“I’m here,” he says softly, his hand rubbing circles up and down her back, “I’m here.”

He sits there with her until her temperature goes down, holding her close until she falls back to sleep.

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Emily wakes up slowly. The first thing she notices is the pounding in her head from the last few days is slightly better, the first sign that she was starting to get over the flu that had seemingly invaded their home.

She groans as she sits up, Aaron's arm falling from her waist to her lap as she does so. Her smile slips slightly as she takes in the sight of the pyjama shirt he’s wearing, and the colour of the sheets across them - both of them different to when she’d fallen asleep the night before. She looks down at her shirt and gets even more confused when she sees that’s changed too.

“What?”

“Your fever spiked in the night,” Aaron says, his voice making her jump because she was sure he was still asleep, “I had to get you in the shower to bring it down,” he adds as he sits up with her, “I had to change both of us and the sheets.”

“I…don’t remember that,” she says, wracking her brain to try and find a memory of it, but the last thing she remembers is the boys excitedly giving her a decoration for the tree that they bought at the markets before they all headed to bed.

“You were pretty out of it,” he replies, tugging her to lean against him, pleased that her skin felt somewhere close to normal for the first time in a few days, “I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”

Even in her exhausted state, Emily doesn’t miss how he holds her a little tighter than usual, something desperate in his embrace. She shifts so she can look up at him. His jaw is clenched, as if he’s worried about something, about her, and she reaches up to cup his face, forcing him to look at her.

“What happened?” She asks softly, and he sighs, closing his eyes as he turns his head to kiss her palm.

“Em-”

“Please tell me,” she says, cutting over what she knows will be an attempt to tell her he’s fine, “I’d rather know.”

He stares at her for a moment before nodding. Honesty had always been a cornerstone of their relationship. They didn’t keep things from each other.

“You were delirious,” he says, clearing his throat, swallowing down the lump that had formed there, “You thought you were in Boston.”

He doesn’t have to say anything else, doesn’t have to explain any further, and she sighs sadly. She leans forward, her forehead against his shoulder as she holds his arm to her chest.

“I’m sorry, honey. That can’t have been easy,” she says, imaigning how she would have felt if it was the other way around, deeply aware she wouldn’t have been able to carry him to the shower, or help him like he had helped her.

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he replies, kissing the top of her head, “Nothing at all. I’m just glad I was able to help.”

“You always help,” she says, and he immediately puts his hand on her forehead and she bats him away, “What are you doing?”

“Checking you’re not feverish again, you’re usually not this corny.”

She scoffs, a curse word on the tip of her tongue when their door flies open, Mason across the room and on the bed in seconds.

“Morning Momma,” he says, crawling across to settle in her lap, his dark wide eyes looking up at her, “You better?”

“I am feeling a bit better, sweet boy, thank you,” she replies, holding him close.

“What, am I invisible?” Aaron asks jokingly, tickling at his son’s ribs. Mason laughs, curling further into Emily’s embrace.

“Hi Daddy.”

Aaron smiles at his wife and son, matching grins on their faces that make his stomach flip and he shakes his head.

“Is your brother awake?” He asks, ruffling Mason’s already messy hair, and the toddler shakes his head.

“Jack still asleep.”

Aaron rolls his eyes at his eldest son, the teenage years that he’d dreaded for some time now just around the corner.

“Why don’t I go organise breakfast and you two stay here?” He offers, and they both nod enthusiastically. He leans in and kisses Emily quickly, “I’ll bring up some meds for you too.”

“Thanks, honey,” she replies, smiling at him as he leaves before she shifts her attention back to her little boy. She goes to speak but she coughs, her chest aching with it, and when she recovers she’s met with her son’s concerned face. His brows knitting together in a way that makes him look so much like Aaron it makes her smile, “You ok, Mase?”

“Momma still sick?” He asks, and she nods gently.

“Still a little bit, baby, but I’m better than yesterday.” She watches as his frown briefly deepens before he shifts, kneeling in her lap so they are face to face before he kisses her forehead in the same way she did for him when he was sick. She feels like her heart could burst, the love she felt for him somehow constantly increasing, something she wouldn’t have thought was possible the first time she saw him, tiny and crying as he was placed on her chest.

“Better?” He pulls back, his fingers tangled a little tight in her hair, and she reaches to untangle them,

“Much better, thank you.” Emily smiles an nods at him.He beams at her and she lays down, tugging him with her so he’s laying against her chest. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.” He replies, snuggling further into her.

Emily smiles as she hears Aaron moving about in the kitchen, and the first signs of life from Jack’s room, the sound of their house slowly waking up surrounding her as she drifts back to sleep.

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jrueships · 1 year

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Sauce fucked that old man 🤭

sauce: i Envisioned this. i Envisioned this, you Know. i Did. us two.... together .... A l o ne .

i envisioned it.

just me. and you, arod. and your friend,

Little Rod .

but he comes attached like a parasite between your pelvis so- he doesn't count, now Does he 🤭? ...... maybe hes Lonely .😳

Aaron: Ahmad Where Are Right Now ...

.... i'm Scared. .... the Nurses said it's Past my Bedtime . .

#sauce: IM SO GLAD WE'RE ALONE RIGHT NOW #* shouting over the sounds of men yelling and biting and spitting and screaming in a soldout stadium #sauce is like a kardashian #the cameras are his oxygen. they are invisible to him. but they are also his sustenance #he needs them around everywhere all at once All the time #great movie btw dont show ur mothers ull cry and she'll get up saying the movie sucked and didnt make any sense #sauce: WHEN THEY (zach wils*n 😡😤🙄) GO LOW . . . i go LOW - E R !!!!#* tries s*cking aarons musty crusty **** on LIVE television #whenever he sees a camera on them he starts leaning over #aaron is clothed and afraid #he misses he aquafina fucking whatever retreat #picturing himself trapped in the darkness of one of those sensory deprivation tanks to get him thru this hell #aaron voice: when words have new in front of them theyre supposed to be good #so why are you taking me to see the knicks .#didnt aaron have more greys and whites in that hair of his ????#...... did sauce dye it for him .#yall .#PLEASE SAAUCE #STAND UPPPPPPP #OR AT LEAST CRAWL OVER TO SUCK A PP THAT HAS PEED ACROSS LESSER CENTURIES INSTEAD !!!#SAUCE #PL E A S E‼️‼️#thank u for this ask but also WAARARRARARARARARGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH !!!`++!+++!111!1!1!!1!!#MAJOR sauce L! ! N O T rare ‼️‼️‼️#ted asks #HES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FREEROAMIN AT THIS TIME !!!!!!!!#NURSES SAID IT CAUSES HIM FRIGHTS!!!!!!#LEAVE HIM A LONE SAUCE !!!@@@!!!

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farfarawaygirl · 1 year

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after a bit of a hiatus, I am back to posting about The Rookie. My Thoughts from 5x06 The Reckoning

We had a cold open! And it was kind of funny. Did it remind anyone of that PSA about many weapons a person could conceal, and at the end they pull a full-on rifle out of the guys' jeans? Anyone?

Yawn - I don’t care where or when Nolan and Bailey wed. I just want Abigail to be there! Henry too!!

It is interesting to see them circle back to the Elijah Stone case - will there be any actual development, or is this to introduce Wes’ ex(who is a Rosalind lookalike?)

Juarez is not a fun character? I am not liking her. She is underwritten. She fell asleep on the job, STANDING UP, and Nolan didn’t light her up? Tim took pictures and made t-shirts. It feels like Nolan isn’t understanding his job of being a TO - even later in the episode he kind of flips and lets Angela know the idea was Juarez’s even though as her TO, especially at this stage in the game, any good she does is on him - but any bad she does is even more on his shoulders. I don’t feel like Nolan is teaching so much as he is letting her do things? Very different from any TO approach before.

I have the same bronze top as Angela. I would not put it with leather pants, but that is just me. 😉

“Everyone loves James”, this is true.

Celina is so unprofessional!! It makes me uncomfortable.

Lucy knowing his coffee truck makes me think of season 1/2. Lots of old headcanons we concocted, and fic ideas. A memory of what it was like when Chenford rode together.

J August Richards? Interesting to see the Whedon connection here. I often wonder how much Fillion’s credit is vanity vs actual; we see from Instagram that he does a lot of cool behinds the scenes things for the team, which makes me think he might have more say than he lets on. Giving a friend a role is nice!

Tim’s favourite movie. Remaining unnamed just means we get to guess. I want it to be Princess Bride, but alas, it wasn’t filmed in LA. What if it was a muppet movie?!? It is objectively sad that the only person who knows Tim enough to do this is Lucy. I hope we get more Genny in the future, give him more people.

I reserve the right to change my mind on this, but I appreciated that in the midst of Tim and Lucy having banter over the radios (and I do still feel the prank was childish) they did have a shared moment of connection. Even though Tim didn’t tell her what was going on, they dropped the act.

Now Bailey is training Nolan’s rookie? 🫠 Her sleeping on Nolan’s couch?

Now Wesley is a cheater? Ugh. I hate past reveals that people were shitty.

Angela’s hair!!! It’s curly again.

Wait, he has never told Angela that he was engaged before her, or that he cheated. Those are pretty big red flags for me personally, and I know this is a tv show and it is not the same - but yikes. As Keith Habersberger would say, “not in this climate!”

Angela in her deposition was as hard and sharp as we know and love her to be.

Tim’s phallic antenna. Lucy taking a pic of him. Bitch baby not telling Lucy! 🙃

Hot Uncle Cooper letting us all down, again.

Okay, so let’s talk Chenford: I liked them this episode. I liked that Lucy tried, but when she felt it wasn’t working she stopped her game and let Tim know that she wasn’t going to push it. To me, this felt like a good callback to season 1/2 Chenford - Lucy knowing how to get Tim to open up. She knows how to push and when to pull back, and as a result, Tim told her the whole of it.

While the Ashley/Tim breakup itself was badly done, at least he told her that it was Ashley. I feel like this is important.

And then Lucy invites him to eat with them. The cajones. I am glad Tim declines. And that we got two look backs.

Also, wardrobe does have clothes that make Lucy look good? Not hideous pants and oversized sweaters?? Hallelujah! Our girl was hot. 🔥

Elijah is back, back? Could he be the big bad for the next two episodes a la Rosalind? 😇

And that promo?!? Did you see Tim’s expression? Lucy’s eyebrow?

On a finale note, I think this season is running more smoothly than last simply because we have no had so many interrupted episodes. Last year it felt we had two episodes, then three weeks off, then one episode, then two weeks off, etc. etc. etc.

Thanks for sticking around! Remember anyone can post about this show, and anyone can feel however they want to about it! you can’t gatekeep this one.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #angela lopez #celina juarez #aaron thorsen #john nolan #wesley evers #Emma shouts into the void

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