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lavender-rosa · 2 years

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your most favorite character ever for the ask game

Hmm, as I have answered this question way back with my most favourite character, I am going to go with a very recent favourite of mine: Jinx from Arcane.

Favourite thing about them: Her design is amazing and the utmost care was put into animating her. Jinx is honestly one of the best written characters I have recently come across.

How her traumatic childhood and severe abandonment issues shaped her from this sweet, insecure child into a ruthless, trigger-happy murderer, she is deeply insecure and desperate to prove herself worthy to those who she loves. How throughout the show her mental health keeps getting significantly worse, how she keeps struggling between her old identity (Powder) and her new one (Jinx) until the very end when she accidentaly kills her father figure and completely gives up on salvaging her relationship with her sister, fully accepting her identity as Jinx.

And most importantly she is such a fun character to watch whether she is bombing and shooting countless of people, tinkering with her gadgets in her underground lair or being completely miserable she is alway a treat to watch, She is such a complex character and I love her for it, my beautiful trashfire daughter <3

Least favourite thing about them: It's a bit complicated but Jinx has been repeatedly shown throughout the show to suffer from severe psychotic episodes accompanied with visual and auditory hallucinations a combination of PTSD and an unspecified psychotic disorder.

While on one hand her mental illness is handled with respect and sympathy, the way she reacts to triggers and how those triggers are correlated with her traumatic childhood are handled well and she is not berrated, mocked or ridiculed by the narrative for being mentally ill ala Harley Quinn style. But on the other hand having the sole person suffering from psychosis in the show be the violent, trigger-happy, terrorist further aids some very unfortunate stereotypes about people suffering from similar disorders.

Favourite Line:

"Wanna know a secret ? Silco thinks he made Jinx with all of his rants and hard-won lessons. "Excise your doubts, Jinx", "Be what they fear, Jinx" like everything was the same as when Vander left him... But he didn't make Jinx. You did."

"I'm sorry Powder, I never meant to leave you"

"But you never left, I always heard you, shadows in the streets, prickles on the back of my neck. Your... voice pushing me, picking me up, when all the colours were black... You are the reason I am still alive."

I adore her monologue here and I forgot to mention it in the first question, but her voice-actress Ella Purnell did an absolutely fantastic job, especially here like, Jinx's tone is so bitter yet appreciative. She resents her sister for turning her the way she is but she is also thankful for it truly highlighting how divided she is.

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"I thought... maybe you could love me like you used to even though I am... different. But you changed too, so here's to the new us."

The rest is under a read more since I tend to write essays when talking about my favourite characters I can't help myself sorry

BROTP: Vi, like I do hope they manage to salvage whatever is left of their relationship because I am a sucker for sibling dynamics and the reckless, impulsive nature they both have would create interesting interactions.

OTP: Timebomb (Ekko x Jinx) It's the childhood friends to mortal enemies for me.

I also like Flashlight (Lux x Jinx) but since their interactions are in-game only idk if I should put this here.

nOTP: with Vi and Silco. Out of an entire cast of colourful characters people decide to ship her with her sister and the man that raised her as his own daughter??? For fucks sake.

Random Headcanons:

She is autistic because I said so <3 (ok jokes aside you can heavily read neurodivergency in her actions and reactions)

She is bi

She has a horrendous sleeping schedule, like have you seen the dark circles on this chick? She probably stays up multiple nights to work on her projects until her body gives up and she simply passes out on her desk. I believe after the shimmer injection her schedule worsened.

I believe she was 11 years old before the time-skip and that she is 19-20 after it. None of the creators seem to agree on what the characters actual ages are so oh well.

Unpopular Opinion: Oh boy do I have some

1) I hate when people keep insisting that Powder and Jinx are two different people, like why is it such a common take? Powder and Jinx are the same person. Jinx is a grown up Powder that was deeply traumatised and her environment and the people who raised her changed her mostly for the worse.

And what gets me is how the main point of Jinx's arc is disapproving the notion that Powder and Jinx are different people by punishing the characters that believed so.

Ekko believes that Powder is dead and Jinx is the only thing that remains (going as far as to paint Powder in a mural meant to honor the deceased despite knowing she is still alive). This notion is debunked during the bridge fight when Ekko sees that the person he is fighting to the death is still his old childhood friend.

Silco thinks that Powder is a weak nuisance something the more powerful Jinx must kill so she can reach her full potential the narrative punishes him for holding that notion by killing him.

Vi believes that her little sister is trapped deep inside Jinx and that she must dig through all the layers of evil to get to Powder. The narrative punishes her by having her sister choose the identity Jinx, completely give up on salvaging their relationship and blowing up the council. (Tbh I can excuse Vi the most out of the three as she spent most of her time in a prison where her last memory of her believed to be deceased sister was her hitting her and calling her a jinx, mulling over the guilt and regret. Like of course Vi wouldn't want to call her sister Jinx).

2) I do not want Arcane Jinx to become her in-game counterpart. In-game Jinx is and was intended as an one-dimensional male fantasy. She is wacky like a Looney Tunes character and her mental illness is treated more akin to a Harley Quinn-esque quirk. Arcane Jinx becoming LoL Jinx would be basically making her a much less interesting character.

Also if Arcane Jinx became LoL Jinx that would mean that we would never really get a conclusion to her story since LoL Jinx's story has not finished (and never will since LoL is a battle arena game, they cannot afford to give their characters proper conclusions to their stories) so that would mean we would be left on a cliffhanger that would make the show feel like a League of Legends ad (well even more than usual). I just want a self-contained story that's all.

3) Vi is not the sole reason why Jinx became who she is. The majority cites Jinx's above monologue to say that Vi is the sole person to blame for Jinx's descent to villainy. Whiles yes Vi (accidentally) played her part, but what caused Powder to become Jinx wasn't a single event or a single person. From her parents murder, to Piltovers tyranny over Zaun, to witnessing incredible violence since a very tender age, to her mental illness, to being raised by Silco, to the shimmer injection etc.

All those factors shaped her. The above dialogue was not meant to be perceived as the absolute truth since at this point Jinx is incredibly unstable, unreliable and deflects responsibility. In the end Jinx is the one responsible for her own actions, she acts based on her own agency and Vi shouldn't be burdened by her sisters actions. I mean we know that she is going to blame herself for "creating" Jinx, Vi is a very self-blaming person due to her own traumas but that is meant to be a character flaw not the actual truth ya know.

Songs I associate with them:

Get Jinxed- Djerv (it's her theme song after all)

Enemy-Imagine Dragons (obviously)

Guns for Hire- Woodkid

What Could Have Been- Sting

Now songs that are not from the Arcane soundtrack:

Spitting Glass- You love her coz she's dead

Worldwide Torture- Jazmin Bean

Magical Doctor- Maretu

I'm Yer Dad- GRLwood

Girl Anachronism- The Dresden Dolls

Favourite pictures of them: How can I even choose she looks amazing every single time she appears. Like:

Here take all of them

Here are some more

She is an icon, she is the moment etc etc

Anyways thank you for coming to my TED Talk

#hits you with the infodumping beam #thanks for the ask!#idk if this is even comprehensible since i wrote the first half at 4am while dying from the heat #do i dare main tag this #arcane #jinx #asks

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ncji · 1 year

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Pulled Over

Rating: PG-13

Pairing(s): ShisuNeji (I know it's crack, but it's one of my otp's...)

Warning(s): None

Summary: Neji is pulled over by what he believes is a literal angel.

It was past midnight, the road was as barren as an arcade after the invention of the Nintendo, and Neji wanted nothing more than to peel his uncomfortably tight pants off and rest his head on his silk pillowcase. Admittedly, to achieve his goals, he was a little heavy-footed on the gas pedal. It wasn't like he was being reckless with anyone's life but his own anyway, and death sounded wonderful to a tired mind. The big sleep.

The local law wasn't too enthusiastic about him taking a nap for the rest of eternity, though. One blare of a siren preceded the flash of red and blue lights, startling Neji just enough to transfer his focus from the gas pedal to the brake pedal. A steady pressure and a turn signal eventually brought him to a stop on the shoulder of the road, and he tensely awaited the impending scolding and ticket. Hiashi was going to kill him! Worse, he was going to take away his keys! The Hyuuga groaned.

A knock on his window stole his attention away from his thoughts. Shaking, he pressed the button to roll the window down. Unpleasantly, he was blinded by a flashlight. "Turn off the engine please," the voice behind the light instructed.

Sarcastically, Neji thought, 'Yes, God,' to himself as he obeyed.

"Turn on the interior lights please," came the second instruction.

Neji turned on the two lights under his rearview mirror and the one overhead. That was when the blinding light finally flicked off and was replaced by what Neji suspected was an angel. Under a fluffy layer of raven curls was the cutest face he had ever seen.

"Do you know how fast you were going?"

Neji was deafened by his awe. Not only were the man's dark eyes like a bottomless pool he would gladly dive into, but they were framed in beautifully angled eyelashes that made them look even sharper. Unconsciously, he leaned towards the officer, his lips parted and eyes half-lidded, face the color of what he was imagining the man's tongue was.

"Uh...Hello?" the officer tried, his brow furrowed worriedly.

That snapped Neji out of it. In a bit of an embarrassed panic, he began to fumble around with his glove box. "R-registration, uhm...insurance," he mumbled to himself, lifting up a manual and various other documents he had crammed into the small compartment. When he couldn't connect his brain with his actions, he froze and looked back at the officer like a deer caught in the headlights. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he admitted.

Officer Gorgeous thankfully laughed and shook his head. "Is this your first time getting pulled over?"

If he wasn't already perfect, the man officially reached it with such a charming laugh. Neji's brain took the big leap, right out of his head and into his chest. His heart was fluttering up to his head to take control; he could feel it breaking free from his chest. "How can someone so perfect exist?" Immediately, he realized he had said that aloud and covered his clearly stupid mouth with his far more reliable hand. His hand would never betray him like that!

Briefly, the man of Neji's dreams looked stunned, but, then, he grasped the car door as if he needed to brace himself. "Damn...Now I'm all flustered."

Neji offered a quick, "I'm sorry!" but it was rejected with a wave of the man's hand.

"Do you have a number I could...you know--?" He really was flustered, and Neji hoped he looked half as cute as the officer did when he was flustered.

Excitedly, the Hyuuga ripped a page out of the car's manual and pulled a pen out of his center console to write his phone number down. His actions earned him another laugh as the absolute babe ripped the number off of the page. As he took back the table of contents, Neji chanced a touched, just fingers brushing over fingers, and he must have looked like a Disney princess with the sigh he let out. Who knew swooning was a real physical action?

Deputy Damn pinched the bridge of his nose, almost like he was annoyed, before he reached into the vehicle, unlocked the driver side door, and opened it. "Step out of the vehicle please," he ordered with a certain strain to his voice that everyone who had ever clicked Yes, I am 18 or over knew.

Luckily, his seat belt came off without a struggle, because Neji was prepared to tear it out of the car with the raw strength awarded to him by pure adrenalin. He stepped out of the car into the other's waiting arms, and, before he could ask if it actually was his gun digging into his hip, he was seated on the hood of the patrol car with an angel's tongue in his mouth and at least one of his goals being fulfilled. His pants nearly dragged down his briefs with them, but Neji kept them up with one hand. He'd always believed in mutual nudity and nothing less. The officer was intent on a cavity search, though, and gave his hips a sharp tug to force him onto his back so he could pull his underwear off. Forced to catch himself on his elbows, he was helpless against the disrobement. Not that he wanted any help.

"Shisui..." came a voice from...Heaven?

"Ah, gimme a sec..." the angel, Shisui, told him, then spoke to God through a piece of equipment connected to his shoulder. "Yeah, Captain?"

God, called Captain by his angels, audibly sighed. God is a busy man after all. "You set the impact sensor off on your cruiser...Every officer in a ten mile radius can see your dash cam feed..."

The meaning behind his message eluded Neji, but Shisui's head snapped up to a point inside the car. Then, he mumbled off a, "Yeah, uh...thanks..."

"Get back to work, kid. Tell him to meet you when you're off, no sooner."

With the blood flowing back to his brain, realization finally struck Neji. He, with Shisui's help, scrambled to get his pants back on. "Can they still see us?"

Sheepishly, Shisui admitted, "I honestly don't know."

The embarrassment was torture. Neji buried his face in Shisui's shoulder as his would-be lover buttoned and zipped him up.

Once he was done, Shisui, which Neji had decided was as adorable as his face and therefore suited him, cupped the teenager's face. "Hey, don't worry, ok? They're not creeps or anything. This secret is safe with them."

Comforted, Neji gave a nod to tell him he was ok.

"By the way, what name do I put this number under?" He pulled the number off the hood of the car where it had ended up.

"Neji." Having finally introduced himself, he held out his hand.

The merciless charmer pulled it to his lips. "I'm--"

"Shisui. I heard," Neji chuckled. He most certainly hadn't giggled. That was for little girls...and apparently male first year college students. He still earned that kiss on the hand, though, which had his face blazing.

Shisui seemed too pleased with himself. "I'll give this number a text when I'm off. You just text me back when you wake up, and we'll plan something together, alright?"

"Alright," he agreed, half-already lost to those eyes again. Where was he? What was happening? Had he died by speeding into the guard rail? Was he in Heaven? Where was his father? A kiss to his lips brought him back from falling in love all over again. "When do you get off, because I'm only sleeping until then."

Officer Oh, God, YES PLEASE laughed again, melting Neji into a little Hyuuga puddle. "Seven, but I'll be showered and have my daily tasks out of the way by eight."

"Eight," Neji repeated to commit it to memory. He was going to set his alarm the moment he got back into his car where his phone was. "I'll be up."

"Maybe we can have breakfast then."

"Maybe more," the younger of the two teased a bit breathlessly.

Shisui's smirk sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. "Maybe more."

"Maybe you should get back to work," God warned over the portable radio.

Shisui's smirk brightened into a sheepish smile. "I'll see you then, Neji."

Neji nodded, a bashful smile on his face. He had a date. When he was seated back in his car, he decided to be more careful while driving. No angel in Heaven could compare to what he had to look forward to on Earth.

#ShisuNeji #Hyuuga Neji #Neji Hyuuga #Hyuga Neji #Neji Hyuga #Uchiha Shisui #Shisui Uchiha

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crescentcityhellmouth-rpg · 1 year

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Out Of Character

Name/Alias: Chey Age: 27 NSFW Personal Preference: I’m comfortable with smut but Its not really my specialty. I don't mind using fade to black. Series/Season: Up to S5. Canon Changes: No canon changes. Activity Level: Mostly afternoon or midnight. Time Zone: EST. RP Experience: 7yrs on tumblr. Best Mode of Contact: Discord.

In-Character

Desired Character: Stiles Stillinski Age: 18 OTP / NOTP: Stiles x Lydia Housing: House in the Garden District.

Interview questions.

01. Give us your thoughts on New Orleans?

"New Orleans is G R E A T, wonderful really - y'know, minus the high mortality rate."

02. Tell us how you feel about your species, and if you could change it what would you choose to be and why?

"i''m human, and living here, well, life expectancy for someone like me is AT MOST a month. not worried at all, totally cool."

03. Please describe the most important person to you and why?

"My dad, scott, lydia, the p a c k. yeah, actually they're all pretty fricken important."

04. Detail a specific point in time that has detrimentally changed you?

"probably that time i was possessed by a deranged dark kitsune that tormented my friends for fun. i watched it all happen. i couldn't do anything. i had all this p o w e r, but i was powerless. i couldn't stop. they were suffering. suffering because of M E. it was me.. and there was nothing i could do. i just watched. I just watched her die."

05. Explain (a few) bad habit(s) in detail that you’ve picked up over the years, if you remember when you started it describe that pivotal moment as well as what you’ve tried to do to cope with it?

"i got this problem where i make everyones problem my problem. i probably shouldn't.. well, get in the middle - do things that go against every moral fiber of my being - but i can't help it. i gotta help. i can't just.. y'know... not know. It's what I do, its who i am, maybe its morbid curiousity.. or a calling or whatever."

Playlist.

• My Body — Young Giant • Wheres My Mind — The Pixies • I Feel Like I'm Drowning — Two Feet

Paragraph sample.

Stiles drove down the dirt path and parked his jeep at the very edge of the bayou, his headlights cutting through the thicket of trees sending little animals scurrying away. He reached into his backseat, grabbed his trusty bat, and just like always, Stiles went off to chase a lead. he'd been following along on the radio like he often did against his fathers wishes, listening into officers calls for fresh news. he had a knack for meddling in any and all dangerous things. maybe it was the adrenaline or maybe it was the adderall he'd taken. the air was thick and muggy, the worst scenario for a swamp as the mosquitos drawn by sweat clung to him desperately for a taste. he swatted them away wildly. trudging his way through the wet earth that suctioned onto each step he took. he began to wrestle his way through the most dense part of the underbrush like a puppet with it's strings being pulled in different directions all at once. tightening his grip on the bat, he clicked on the flash light he'd brought in his breast pocket, turning 360 to decide which way to go. further and further he went until the ground gave a way beneath him. His foot catching under a gnarled root, he toppled over, slidding down a small trench with a shriek. surely the sound alerting any predators of his vulnerable state. stiles glanced up, his face streaked with grime as he flipped himself over and scrambled to grab his flashlight. but as he reached out for it, he seen a set of bare feet focused in front of the light. "what in the actual.." he groaned, looking up to meet a girl with brunette hair plastered wet to her pale face from the recent rain. in a panic he reached for his weapon, fingers slipping momentarily before catching hold. her eyes were glowering down at him through the darkness, bright and burning yellow like the sun.

#admin chey application

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forbescaroline · 2 years

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TOP 100 SHIPS OF ALL TIME: #5. chidi anagonye and eleanor shellstrop (the good place)

#cheleanor #thegoodplaceedit #tgpedit #cheleanoredit #tgpdaily #chidi anagonye #eleanor shellstrop #the good place #otp: you were my flashlight #**#100ships #mine: the good place #mine: chidi and eleanor #top 5 here we go !!!#queue #1k

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phoebesbridgers · 4 years

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i know the end, phoebe bridgers / the good place (2016-2020)

#tgpedit #the good place #otp: you were my flashlight #*

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sesamestreep · 2 years

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Eleanor/Chidi for 17, "holding the other’s chin up"

It’s only later on that Eleanor will remember that, when she was alive, she once said the only place she’d ever play Ultimate Frisbee was in Hell. Right now, in this particular moment, though, she’s too distracted by the enormous bump on Chidi’s forehead.

“Man, your reflexes need some work,” she says, as she surveys the damage.

“Yes, thank you, Eleanor, because now is obviously the time when I will be most receptive to criticism,” Chidi replies, looking miserable and childish the way he’s folded up on the grass. He looks like he needs an orange slice after his Little League game.

“I speak from a place of love, dude. I know you’re shredded under that dorky cardigan,” she says, motioning to the sweater he chose to wear, yes, over his jersey for the game Michael arranged. “You’d think at some point in all that working out you’d have picked up some hand eye coordination.”

He pulls off his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose in what she assumes is frustration. “I prefer to get my exercise from solo activities. You know, ones that involve zero physical contact with others.”

Eleanor clicks her tongue. “Okay, you’re hurt so I’m not going to make any of the 85 masturbation jokes that just came to mind, but I need you to know that I thought of them. Hey, maybe I am becoming a better person!”

“Eleanor…”

“Right! Time and place! Janet!” she calls, and the soft boop that heralds Janet’s arrival sounds over her left shoulder.

“Hi, Eleanor! Hi, Chidi! Enjoying the Ultimate tournament?” Janet asks, sunny as always.

“Not so much,” Chidi gripes, as Eleanor rolls her eyes at the reminder of Michael’s insistence that the sport is called just Ultimate, not Ultimate Frisbee, at every single opportunity all day. It’s the forking Good Place, who cares about trademark law here?!

“Yeah, Chidi here got hit pretty hard in the noggin with a Frisbee, so could we get a bag of frozen peas for that bump?” Eleanor asks, sweetly. “Oh, and a flashlight!”

“Sure thing!” Janet replies, and Eleanor’s requests materialize immediately. “Anything else?”

“No, that’s all! Thanks, Janet!”

There’s another boop and they’re alone again, so Eleanor crouches to put the bag of peas on his forehead. Chidi reaches up to hold the bag himself and their hands brush, which makes her stupid little heart race. She assumes that these weird, giddy feelings that sometimes happen when she’s alone with Chidi have everything to do with being stuck in the Good Place with a soulmate she can’t actually bang for ethical reasons or whatever, and nothing to do with real romantic feelings. Because she doesn’t have those for people and she certainly doesn’t have them for Chidi. Sure, he’s cute enough, for a nerd, but he’s not her type. And besides, she’s not his real soulmate, so it would be kind of evil to try to hook up with him. That’s a thing she worries about now, because she’s such a good person.

“Why did you ask for a bag of peas, instead of an actual ice pack?” Chidi asks, interrupting her thoughts.

“A frozen bag of peas has healing properties that a regular old ice pack does not,” Eleanor says, glad for the distraction.

He frowns and the lines between his eyebrows deepen as he considers this. “There’s scientific proof of this?”

“No, Professor Buzzkill, but there’s anecdotal evidence,” she says, and Chidi smiles briefly at that. “Trust me, I’ve been in a lot of bar fights in my life. I know how to make the swelling on a black eye go down fast so you can still make it to your Tinder date later and not have him be all, ‘oh no, what happened? Should we go to the hospital? Are those someone else’s hair extensions in your purse?’”

Chidi just blinks at her in response. “Wow. That was…chilling,” he says, eventually. “What’s the flashlight for?”

Eleanor brandishes it like a sword. “To check your pupils, see if you have a concussion.”

“Let me guess, this is another thing you have a lot of experience with.”

“You know what they say, it’s not a good bar crawl unless someone ends up in the emergency room,” she says. “Also applies to bachelorette parties and baby showers.”

Chidi shakes his head, but says nothing. Eleanor leaves him to hold the bag of peas on his own and moves her hand to his chin so she can tip it up and get a better angle on his eyes. She clicks the flashlight on and shines it into his eyes one at a time, before pulling it away. His pupils react normally, and he tracks the movement of the flashlight pretty well, so he’s probably fine. She’s still considering him, though, when his eyes meet hers and that stupid excited feeling from before comes back in full force. This is precisely why she normally avoid eye contact with men! It’s way too easy to convince yourself you have feelings for someone if you gaze into their eyes long enough. She definitely saw a viral video on Facebook about that when she was alive and commented on it with a barfing emoji.

“So, what’s my diagnosis?” Chidi asks, softly, after they’ve been staring at each other for like a hundred years.

Eleanor clears her throat, and does her best impression of someone entirely unaffected by intense eye contact. “You’re fine,” she says, as dismissively as possible. “I told you it was nothing, you big baby.”

“I guess that makes sense,” he says with a self-deprecating smile. “Why would there be concussions in paradise?”

He hands her back the bag of peas and, of course, the bump on his head is magically gone. Eleanor takes the bag from him with limp hands, her mind still stuck on his question. His injury might have healed quickly, but what was the point of having it in the first place? What’s the point of making her and Chidi join this league in the first place, if neither of them liked this sport when they were alive? It doesn’t make sense.

Her gaze shifts over to where Michael is standing in a huddle with the others, talking in a hushed voice. His eyes are on her and Chidi, though, and it’s not quite concerned, the way he’s looking at them. She can’t name the emotion in his eyes, actually, but she doesn’t like it. No sooner does she notice it than it’s gone and Michael’s face smooths out into its normal, pleasant expression. He gives her a small, encouraging wave and turns his attention back to the huddle.

“What is it?” Chidi asks, following her gaze.

“Nothing,” Eleanor says, because that’s probably what it is. She’s just being paranoid. Everything is fine. She turns her attention back to Chidi, reaching out a hand to pat his knee. “That’s enough Frisbee for us, I think. Let’s go get you some orange slices, champ!”

#you can’t officially call it ultimate frisbee because the word frisbee is a registered trademark #so the leagues have to just call the sport ‘ultimate’ to avoid infringement #these are the kind of things you can learn if your roommate’s boyfriend’s roommate plays ultimate #also the term frisbee comes from the frisbie pie company in connecticut #their pie plates were apparently the best ones for throwing according to Yale students #THE MORE YOU KNOW #anyway #mw #the good place #tgp #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #otp: you were my flashlight #otp: fake paris #touch prompts #ask #firstelevens #apologies if there are typos I wrote this in like half an hour this morning #I am being way too precious about these prompts and I’m trying to get over it

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msjessicaday · 4 years

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MAKE ME CHOOSE anonymous asked: jackie/kelso or eleanor/chidi? I proposed a rule that Chidis shouldn't be allowed to leave because it would make Eleanors sad, and I could do this forever, zip you around the universe showing you cool stuff, and I'd still never find the justification for getting you to stay. Because it's a selfish rule. I owe it to you to let you go.

#tgpedit #the good place #cheleanor #eleanor x chidi #otp: you were my flashlight #mine #mmc #me making these gifs individually: this is gross #me looking at them all together: wait...

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showedmecolors · 4 years

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[1/?] OTPS X TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS

chidi & eleanor (the good place) x daylight

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brianna-hansons · 4 years

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i love sitcoms meme ✧ (7/20) pairings ― chidi anagonye & eleanor shellstrop "We’ll be okay. We found each other before, hundreds of times. We can do it again."

#tgpedit #the good place #cheleanor #eleanor x chidi #tgp #dailycheleanor #*mine #sitcomsmeme #otp: you were my flashlight #i love them so much it gives me life

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frauleinsmaria · 4 years

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Favorite Ships: Eleanor Shellstrop + Chidi Anagonye

“You saw me for who I could be, instead of who I was, and then you helped me get there.”

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tim-lucy · 5 years

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no matter what he does, we will find each other. and we’ll help each other. because we’re soulmates.

#thegoodplaceedit #tgpgifs #cheleanor #cheleanoredit #chidi x eleanor #otp: you were my flashlight #*#mine: gif #mine: the good place #i keep randomly giffing my fave sitcom couples #to make new colorings #and i think i really like this one

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renee-walker · 4 years

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I haven’t even seen the ep yet, only .gifs, and I’m honestly in the process of flinging myself into the sun while simultaneously puking a rainbow because I AM SO IN LOVE WITH ELEANOR AND CHIDI’S LOVE gdhsjagdhjaldghjasl just ignore me it’s fine ahhhhhhhhh

#eleanor x chidi #cheleanor #the good place #helpppppp i adore them #otp: you were my flashlight

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fyoht · 4 years

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Me an episode ago: if chidi and eleanor don't end up together I will be fine. what's important is that the series ends with them both happy and content.

Me after last episode: *breaks into michael schur's house* *puts a knife to his neck* cheleanor or d e a t h

#the good place #cheleanor #chidi anagonye #eleanor shellstrop #otp: you were my flashlight

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diannaofthemyscira · 4 years

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chidi telling eleanor he loves her so easily and so simply gave me butterflies

they are adorable

#karly watches the good place #the good place #chidi anagonye #eleanor shellstrop #eleanor x chidi #otp: you were my flashlight

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forbescaroline · 4 years

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