He's claimed another victim! Welcome to the club. We have... pineapples?
It's very, very clear that Shawn adores Gus, but I feel I can't always tell how much Gus actually likes Shawn.
You know, I've seen a fic or two that cast their relationship in D/S terms, but I can never quite picture it myself. Shawn is always dragging Gus into things, but he's also vastly more desperate for Gus's attention! How do you neatly summarize that dynamic in terms of power exchange?
I want to speculate on how Shawn and Nate would interact, but I can't envision it. I feel they'd just repel each other like matching poles of a magnet.
I don't understand how this is so true. They're both kind of chaotically charming with insecurities underneath, but I just... I can't make it work. Or maybe my difficulty is because they exist in just slightly incompatible genres of irreverent adventure?
...Actually I can imagine their paths crossing in exactly one circumstance: Shawn, on vacation far from Santa Barbara, stumbles upon the vast numbers of bodies Nate has left in his wake and is just like, okay, but see, I only do one of these at a time. Or okay, sometimes two, but -- look, half a dozen tops. This just isn't my thing -- back me up on this, Gus!
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He's claimed another victim! Welcome to the club. We have... pineapples?
You know, I've seen a fic or two that cast their relationship in D/S terms, but I can never quite picture it myself. Shawn is always dragging Gus into things, but he's also vastly more desperate for Gus's attention! How do you neatly summarize that dynamic in terms of power exchange?
I don't understand how this is so true. They're both kind of chaotically charming with insecurities underneath, but I just... I can't make it work. Or maybe my difficulty is because they exist in just slightly incompatible genres of irreverent adventure?
...Actually I can imagine their paths crossing in exactly one circumstance: Shawn, on vacation far from Santa Barbara, stumbles upon the vast numbers of bodies Nate has left in his wake and is just like, okay, but see, I only do one of these at a time. Or okay, sometimes two, but -- look, half a dozen tops. This just isn't my thing -- back me up on this, Gus!