Nice work, bud
Tag: the good place
And while I’m on the subject, it’s so sad that The Good Place writing staff doesn’t know a thing about their own characters! Because if they did, Chidi would answer Eleanor’s “Are you bi?” with “What? I- of course I’m bisexual Eleanor! I can’t even decide on a pair of socks to wear every morning *pulls pant leg up to reveal two different types of socks* do you seriously think I could choose one gender to sleep with?”
Side note: Chidi waivers between the bi and pan labels and the potential ethical ramifications of them both. He has frustrated many a friend and romantic partner agonizing over the Discourse.
Side side note: The first time he got asked if he was a top or a bottom, Chidi broke out into a an ice cold panic sweat that lasted for three days straight.
“not all men” you’re right, chidi anagonye, a former professor of ethics and moral philosophy, would never do this
#he would also never do anything (by @horusporus) al;skdjflkasdsj omggg
i want to write some eleanor/tahani that’s just scenes throughout the different attempts (ESPECIALLY THE SOULMATE ONE, POSSIBLY THE ONE WITH THE DOG), and i’m not sure that will happen very soon but here’s a taste:
“Oh,” Eleanor says. “I get it, this is the Bad Place.”
“…excuse me?” Tahani asks, frowning. She’d just been in the middle of an exhausting monologue about how she—honestly, Eleanor has no forking clue, probably about how she solved the crisis in the Middle East by making the perfect cup of tea and parting her hair exactly right and, also, the crisis in the Middle East was caused by people fighting over who loved her the most.
It’s possible that Eleanor doesn’t actually know what the crisis in the Middle East is. She’s not really into watching the news.
“In whose version of Heaven would I be sitting here listening to you talk about—something, I don’t know, maybe saving kittens with your smile—for hours on end?” she asks, sitting up from where she was slumped down on Tahani’s obnoxiously fancy sofa with her feet up on a coffee table that looks like it was carved out of crystal.
“You’ve been here for ten minutes,” Tahani says, sniffing delicately, looking like a beautiful pissed off cat.
“Holy shirt, seriously?” Eleanor says.
“I’m not exactly pleased with your dirty—sneakers all over my furniture,” Tahani says. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe this is the Bad Place.”
“My feet on your ridiculous table is your personal hell?” Eleanor asks, laughing, and that’s when everything goes black.
i just
love chidi
so much
eleanor/tahani
give me
all of that
oh my god, they were roommates 