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eurobond-acp-panels · 9 months
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Weatherproof Eurobond ACP Panels: The Perfect Solution for All Seasons
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In today's rapidly evolving construction industry, architects and builders seek innovative materials that not only enhance the aesthetics of buildings but also offer practical advantages. When it comes to exterior cladding, one name stands out: Eurobond Aluminium Composite Panels (ACP). These versatile and weatherproof ACP panels have become a top choice for architects and construction professionals worldwide. In this blog, we will explore the benefits of Eurobond ACP panels and understand why they are the perfect solution for all seasons.
What are Eurobond ACP Panels?
Eurobond ACP panels are made of two layers of high quality aluminium sheets, there are various types of insulated cores like : 
PE Core: Composed entirely of Polyethylene (PE), this material is flammable.
FR Core: Designed with a fire-retardant composite material, it includes non-combustible substances like ATH (Aluminium Trihydrate) and MDH (Magnesium Dihydroxide) compounds. The FR Core is classified as FR Class A2, boasting a 90% mineral core, while FR Class B (Eurobond FR Plus) features a 70% mineral core.
Aluminium Core: This core variation is constructed using either an Aluminium Honeycomb Structure or Solid Aluminium, offering enhanced fire resistance.
This composite structure results in a lightweight yet sturdy material with exceptional properties, making it ideal for exterior cladding and a wide range of applications.
Weatherproof Performance
One of the key reasons Eurobond ACP panels have gained popularity is their exceptional weatherproof performance. These panels are engineered to withstand harsh environmental conditions, including heavy rains, extreme temperatures, UV radiation, and even high winds. Whether it's the scorching heat of summers, the torrential downpours during monsoons, or the freezing cold of winters, Eurobond ACP panels remain intact, maintaining their original appearance and structural integrity.
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The durability of Eurobond ACP panels is another feature that sets them apart from traditional cladding materials. The combination of aluminium and the core imparts excellent resistance to corrosion, ensuring that the panels do not deteriorate over time. This longevity not only adds value to the building but also reduces maintenance costs significantly.
Versatile Aesthetic Appeal
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In an era where sustainability is a top priority, Eurobond ACP panels shine as an environmentally friendly choice. These panels are fully recyclable, contributing to waste reduction and a more sustainable construction industry. Additionally, their lightweight nature reduces transportation-related emissions during delivery and installation.
Easy Installation and Maintenance
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Conclusion
In conclusion, Eurobond ACP panels offer a perfect blend of aesthetics, performance, and sustainability, making them an ideal choice for weatherproof exterior cladding. With their exceptional durability, design versatility, energy efficiency, and low maintenance requirements, Eurobond ACP panels not only protect buildings from the elements but also enhance their overall appeal. For architects and construction professionals looking to elevate their projects to new heights, Eurobond ACP panels are the go-to solution for all seasons.
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heartsgettingwiser62 · 3 months
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Guys if a bts pic of finn wearing a yellow button up gets leaked im actually leaving the country and hiding in a cave for the rest of my life
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pine-arten · 11 months
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what if saint was kind of fucked up actually
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toxictoxicities · 5 months
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@druidshollow I like her too much
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ghcstcd · 1 year
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Okay hear me out. Water Ghouls can do that weird bellow rumbling like a male alligator. Just a ghoul laying in the churches water fountain trying to seduce another Ghoul who is very confused why their friend is growling at them. - ♉
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That's adorable...
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pharawee · 6 months
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—This kiss will kill us. —Then kill us. Kill me…
THE HIDDEN MOON · เดือนพราง · Coming 2024
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excessive-moisture · 1 year
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i love the official rain world wiki
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bloodfin · 6 months
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hi yes hello having some thoughts about hands and rings and did you ever think about how 🤌🤌🤌 it is to watch someone play with the large collection of rings on their hands? how intimate it is to watch them take the rings off, one by one,,
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It was the anniversary of Rain's summoning, and Dew wanted to make the evening special. He spent all afternoon making Rain's favorite meal, and then ended up ordering it for delivery when he burnt half of it anyways. At least his not-too-sweet fudgey brownies came out well, if the noise Swiss made when he sampled one was any indication.
But Dew couldn't focus on his meal, couldn't focus on all the plans he had made for after dinner, with Rain looking like that. He had sauntered into the dining room in the single tightest black pants to have ever been made and a flowing white shirt with long, fancy sleeves. He had even dove deep into his jewelry collection, adorning his horns with a few rings, changing out his earrings, and adding a short pearl necklace.
But where Rain really went all out, as if the fine layer of mascara and high dusting of dark navy blush wasn't enough, were his hands. Every finger had at least one ring, his ouroboros ever present on his right index finger. Some were at midi-length, some stacked. All types of gold and silver, varying in intricacy and stones. In particular Dew's eyes were drawn to the blood red ruby that sat on Rain's left pinky, glinting in the candlelight.
He was salivating, and as good as dinner was, that wasn't why.
"You with me droplet?"
Rain's deep voice shook Dew out of his lustful haze, just long enough for him to snap his eyes to meet Rain's.
"Of course love," he smiled, eyes dropping back down to Rain's hands as he began to spin the ouroboros, slow and steady.
"Sure?" Rain smiled, head cocked dangerously to the side. "You seem a little distracted."
Dew flushed. "Maybe a little."
Rain hummed knowingly. He knew exactly what he was doing when he got dressed for this dinner, pulling out all the stops.
Dew sucked in a sharp breath when Rain reached across the table, studying his hands. He only wore a midi ring himself, preferring the jewelry that decorated his ears and the spade of his tail.
"So much real estate," Rain purred, studying Dew's long, skinny fingers. "We could always get you a few of your own."
Dew hummed, curling his fingers into Rain's, leaning down to kiss the back of his hand. He was pressing a line of kisses into Rain's knuckles when he snapped his eyes back up, Rain's words settling deep into his brain.
"Unless, of course, you'd rather wear one of mine."
Dew looked briefly down at Rain's hand, still clutched in his own, before dragging his heated gaze back up. His mouth was suddenly dry, his temperature slowly increasing.
"Please."
Rain smiled, pulling his hand from Dew's, examing the jewelry adorning his fingers. Dew couldn't help but stare, watching as Rain twisted each ring off of his nimble fingers, far too slow for his taste.
He chose to round the table, nuzzling into the side of Rain's neck so he could see better, listening carefully as Rain gave little details about a few pieces he wore.
"This was from you, shortly after I was summoned. It's too small now, which is why I wear it here."
He pulled off the midi ring on his right index finger and dropped it onto the tablecloth, the ouroboros below it remaining untouched.
"Mountain found this one," he explained, the dark silver twisted band joining the simple gold one on the table. Dew couldn't help but to press open mouthed kisses against Rain's neck and jaw, whining at each thunk on the table as another ring joined the ever growing pile.
"Now this one," Rain breathed, pulling the ruby off his pinky and turning it in the light, "is special. I had it engraved."
Dew squinted to see the small writing on the inside of the band, something no one but Rain and he would ever know about. His hands squeezed against the chair, the words good boy staring back at him. The ruby he'd never seen before, that so thrilled him, was meant for him all along.
He almost jumped out of his skin when Rain went to set it on the table with the rest.
"No," he whispered, reaching out to take it in his own fingers and slide it back onto Rain's. "Keep it on. Please?"
Rain hummed, turning his hand in the light.
"You're sure? The edges can be sharp, just like someone I happen to know."
Dew started nodding before repeating just how sure he was, pressing another kiss under Rain's ear.
"Wanna earn it, don't you," Rain rumbled, turning in his chair to stand. He took Dew's chin in his hand, feeling him swallow hard as his teal gaze bore into him. It would be a night of claiming, starting now. A renewal of every promise they ever made to each other, bound with a blood deep stone. Dew nodded his agreement, every plan to shove Rain up against their bedroom door slipping quickly from his mind, thanking Lucifer for the blessing that stood before him.
"Go ahead then, little one. Get on your knees."
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momentomori24 · 6 months
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We already have the Fubuki Appreciation Club, but can I suggest the Clockford Parents' Slander Squad? Good God, her parents suck so bad. Not only did they allow her to grow up locked in a mansion and with minimum contact to them and other people, backtalked and belittled by servants, with the burden of taking over their legacy weighing her down and adding to that weight by considering her unworthy but also completely controlled in every aspect of her life.
Despite all the money and wealth they had, they could not even bother to provide their child with basic education which everyone can absolutely tell from her sheer obliviousness to everything. They already chose a fiance for her when she was a kid, forcing her to never allow herself to experience love in any capacity and have no say in who she wants to be with. They then proceed to pick at her self-esteem by calling her ignorant, that her imagination is the only good thing about her and drilling into her head that their heritage is more important than her life. And the thing that infuriates me the most: kicking her out of the house when she was extremely vulnerable after they refused to teach her basic knowledge to survive on her own and make her figure it out herself. We already know how much of an airhead Fubuki is, yet she was even more so back then. We KNOW that she went through a lot of garbage because of her background and her naivete. She's been at the hands of people ready and willing to take advantage of her and she wouldn't know any better. And they just threw her out there without any knowledge to protect herself. If it weren't for her insanely overpowered ability, she could've easily died during her time at the WDO-- an organisation they made her enroll in without her even knowning what detectives do.
It's pretty obvious how much of an impact her upbringing had on the way she views herself and her value, but I'm honestly surprised how she still remained such a positive ray of sunshine through it all. Which is a good thing. Her rejecting her parents' control and choosing to create her own future at the end of her Gumshoe Gab was based. Yeah, screw your parents. All in all, Fubuki is life. Fubuki is love. Shame I can't say the same about her parents at all.
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foundationsofdecay · 2 months
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Alright, we're still talking about DYWTYLM, right? 'Cause I'm gonna talk about it a bit too
Much like how Gods and Vore are intrinsically connected, DYWTYLM and Fall For Me have a similar type of relationship, but there are actually so, so many more ways that this song ties into the rest of the discography than just the one, and I think this song should be given more of a spotlight in general.
Still looking first at the most obvious connecting thread, DYWTYLM shares several lyrical and compositional elements with Fall For Me. Looking purely at lyrics here, to put it simply, both songs are about unrequited love. Past that level, however, these songs are completely different. Fall For Me has this painful desperation to it, like there's an open wound in our heart in the shape of this person and it will just continue to bleed and fester until we can even just see the person again, "oh god I wish you were here," because we're falling apart and losing ourselves without them and "I am yours in the end" so wouldn't it just be so perfect, so easy, to fix our fractured existence if you would only just fall from reality and join me here, to protect me from my insecurities and my past? It's about wanting to be loved but also wanting someone to meet you where you're at even as it means falling deeper themselves to do so.
DYWTYLM, though, takes a very different tone. This is despondent, almost defeated in tone. I know you don't love me, but do you wish that you did? I'm still losing myself, "it's getting harder to be myself," and "my reflection just won't smile back at me like I know it should." There's a great deal of self-reflection on the loss of identity and general unmooring that's been caused by this person you've tied so much of yourself to drifting away. It's unclear whether or not this small, repeated "please smile back at me" is at them or at yourself. Back in Fall For Me we heard about how "I'm losing touch with what I am again," and this seems to have only grown stronger. This is despite what we see in High Water, where "I will accept that I can't pretend we will ever be together." Acceptance, clearly, does not mean that the pain disappears, or that you feel any less awful about it, or that you don't continue to question the circumstances.
It sounds something like this: I don't know why you don't love me, and I still wish you did, even though I know you don't. Could you at least tell me if it's personal, or "is it always the same" with you? The idea that's "eating me alive" is the idea that you feel no guilt for stringing me along like this, that "you don't conceal your feelings, they just don't exist." Can you at least tell me if you understand what I'm going through, if "there's something you give that you will never receive in return" like the way I will never receive your love?
That's a lot to unpack, but let's give it a go.
The opening lines to DYWTYLM, asking if you ever "roll with the waves" or if you always "duck into deep blue safety," are an evocative image representing a retreat into the safety of isolation and repression when offered someone's love. They are also a continuation of some of the ideas presented in The Love You Want from back in TPWBYT. Back then, just before Fall For Me, we have this metaphor of keys, noting that "it seems your heart is locked up and I still get the combination wrong," and wondering if "you're simply waiting to save your love for someone I am not." It's this question, again, of whether or not there's something about you that just isn't right for them, or if there's a blanket refusal, swallowing each presented key despite the possible ramifications down the line of always pushing others away and refusing that kind of connection.
There's one other piece in this verse, that "maybe you believe that in the end you will be better off that way," tying us back into DYWTYLM and the question of not just if that person always like this but if there's any kind of drive behind this avoidance - fear, anger, disgust, anything emotional at all - or if there's nothing there, which then ties us into the question of "can you ever forgive yourself," because of this underlying dread of the possibility that "you don't conceal your feelings, they just don't exist." What if you're not "[pulling] at the chains" of my love but instead "[pushing] into constant aching," the ache here being the absolute agony of unrequited love that we described in Fall For Me?
This is where the instability and sense of completely falling apart come into play. Picking the key metaphor back up, note how many different times we seem to have tried to unlock this person's heart. What does that really mean? Are we approaching with different types of love, or are we trying to change ourselves to suit what we think their taste might be, even though it never works? There's this deep-rooted insecurity, this question of if there's a chance we could possibly get this right if we were someone else. Certainly, constantly changing how you're acting around or approaching someone over and over again has to be not just exhausting but a major hit to your sense of self.
Over and over and over again we've given away and taken pieces from our self, adding in pieces of them that may look better or trying on different attitudes like they're outfits, so of course you're falling apart. You're a Frankenstein's monster of cobbled together pieces of yourself and someone else and something you can't even recall, you've made this one person the thread holding it together and now you're not just falling apart but losing all sense and recognition of who you even are, because you stopped living for yourself a long time ago.
In any normal relationship, this continued rejection wouldn't seem that big of a deal, the kind of thing where you really should just take the hint and move on, but we know this isn't the case. As such, let's go back to Give for a moment. Frankly, it's obsessive. I'm here, I'm not just interested but I want to "give you all that I can give," and in a bit that's echoed later on in Fall For Me, "if you wanna give me anything then give, give in again." We're constantly rejected yet fed enough breadcrumbs to still stay, given a hollow shell of love with no real substance to it. Aqua Regia describes it well when calling it "cold love, hot blood," and that's a huge part of why it hurts so much, especially considering the times when it really did feel like this might be an equal and loving relationship instead of this constant erratic and destructive attachment pattern.
That's why this is a constant aching that we think may be being pushed into deliberately instead of us just being a weight dragging them down that they're trying to pull away from in the way we feared in High Water, and that's why it's so painful to even imagine that this attempt to actually undo the locks and be shown that open and vulnerable heart was futile from the beginning, because there was nothing there that they could give, nothing real that you could ever receive in return. We felt so deeply jealous that they could "sever [their] connection with everything" in Missing Limbs, and in DYWTYLM despite the established horror at the concept of that indifference we also wonder if it's "better to just not feel? Could we hit delete?"
So, no, at this point we are asking for an acknowledgement at best, not to be loved, and these questions we're asking are more rhetorical than anything. Perhaps we've given up on even hearing an answer, at this point, but we have to ask anyways. They won't smile at me but I can't smile at myself either. I don't know who I am, but I hate whoever that is, and I want to be someone else, even though I don't know if that's possible. Anything, anything but this. I don't feel like a person, I don't sound like a person. Am I not fit for anybody, like this? Could I turn into a different person, start over as someone new? Could I hit delete on my emotions? Could I hit delete on myself? Would I be better off that way?
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mikeslawyer · 1 year
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is happiness even real
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can you blend the singularity bomb from Rain World?
A Singularity Bomb from Rain World is being blended!!
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You cannot save it.
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anomalouscorvid · 4 months
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tried to grab a yeek and it turned sos into a triangle?????? wtf dude
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emersonfreepress · 1 year
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Ok! Chapter 3 will publish in three updates. While update #2 is currently under way, I'm curious:
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laminy · 4 months
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Ben gives Gwil a kiss, and then waves at the others. “Have fun! Don’t break anything.”
“He’s talking to you,” Gwil says, pointing at Joe.
“Why aren’t you coming?” Sami asks.
“Ben doesn’t like skiing,” Rami says.
“Why not?” Sami asks.
“I…” Ben shrugs, and laughs softly. “I just…don’t.”
“What are you gonna do all day then?” Sami asks.
“Sit in the lodge and drink hot cocoa,” Ben says.
“No! You have to come!”
“Ben doesn’t have to go skiing if he doesn’t want to, habibi,” Rami says, fixing Sami’s jacket.
“But I want him to,” Sami says.
“I don’t know how,” Ben says. “You’ll have more fun with your parents, without me slowing you down.”
“They can teach you,” Sami says.
“Yes, love,” Gwil says with a cheeky wink. “They can teach you.”
“I…” Ben swallows hard, and nods. It’s always been hard to tell Sami no. Since birth, even before he was old enough to ask for things. But Ben was really looking forward to his hot cocoa. He looks at Rami and Joe— Rami, of course, has his you don’t have to give in face on. Joe, of course, has on his you damn well better do it face. “How about a couple hours this morning,” he says finally, giving in.
“Yes!” Sami hops up and down, doing his karate chops as he cheers, and Ben smiles at Rami, already tired.
“Let me go grab my stuff.”
They wait for Ben to come back with his snow gear on, and Joe pats Ben on the back. “You’re a nice uncle.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
They shuffle outside, and Gwil kisses Ben. “Have fun.”
“Will do.”
Gwil and Joe head off to what Joe calls the big boy hill, leaving Rami, Ben, and Sami at the bunny hill where there’s instructors ready to go (tomorrow, Rami will take the big hill, and Joe will stick to the bunny).
“You don’t have to,” Rami murmurs, and Ben reaches up to adjust his hat.
“Yeah, I kind of do.” Ben looks around and sighs, and then grins at Sami. “Ready?”
“They teach,” Sami says, pointing at one of the instructors.
“They do,” Rami says. “Ready?” Sami nods eagerly, so Rami leads Sami over to one of the instructors. They get Sami set up on his skis, and help him up one of the tiniest, littlest hills that Ben’s ever seen. It looks more like they just shovelled a pile of snow.
Rami, of course, takes out his mobile to proudly snap photos of Sami as he goes down the little snow pile. Ben grins and claps for him, and Sami’s eager to go up and down over and over. 
Then it’s time to bump Sami up to an actual hill. Though not the whole way up, maybe like a quarter. Maybe less.
“You going up?” Rami asks Ben.
“I think he needs emotional support down here,” Ben says. “He needs someone to look at!”
“Okay.” Rami gets his skis and goes up the hill with Sami, and slowly goes down behind Sami, who’s going even slower. Like a snail’s pace. Then he speeds up some and starts wailing, so Ben hurries forward, ready to get him. 
Sami whines as he comes to a stop at the bottom, and he drops down on his bum.
“Are you alright?” Ben asks. “What’s going on?”
“I went too fast,” Sami says, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” Ben says. “You’ve seen Papa ski, he goes really fast.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Oh.” Ben looks over as Rami comes to a stop. “You don’t want to try it again?”
“What, you didn’t like it?” Rami asks.
“It was fast.”
“It’s downhill, habibi,” Rami says. 
“Is there no downhill?”
“What do you mean?” Rami asks.
“Can I ski not downhill?”
“Today we’re skiing on the hill,” Rami says.
Sami pouts, and his bottom lip wobbles, and he looks so, so sad. He looks at Ben, and then he looks back at Rami, poking him in the foot. He mumbles something, and Rami crouches down by him.
“What was that?” Rami asks, brushing some snow off Sami’s sleeve.
“I said, I’ll go again if Ben goes.”
Rami grins, and looks up at Ben. But then he puts on his serious face and looks back at Sami. “We don’t guilt people, habibi. If Ben doesn’t want to ski, he doesn’t have to.”
Oh, god. Ben shakes his head, but he already knows he’s going to say yes. He’s gonna do it. He can’t let Sami give up yet. “I can go down.”
“Really?” Sami hurries to his feet— or tries to, anyway, it’s a bit difficult with his skis on. He wobbles and grabs onto Rami. “Okay! I’ll go again!”
“Thank you,” Rami says, and Ben waves him off. Least he can do. Ben gets his skis on, and the three of them go up the hill together; again, not very far. But Rami goes down first, then Sami, and Ben follows behind him.
“You know how?” Sami asks. “You skied!”
“Just a little,” Ben says. “I’m not very good.” He’d gone on a handful of school trips when he was younger, Joe’s dragged him out before. That’s about the limit of his ability. It’s good enough for Sami, apparently.
“We’ll go again now,” Sami says, and Ben and Rami don’t even protest because they know there’s no other option.  
After that, Sami has so much fun going up and down his little hill, they lose track of time for the rest of the morning until Gwil and Joe come find them.
“Papa, I skied!” Sami throws his arms up in the air and tries hopping towards him but he stumbles on the skis. 
“Wow! That’s so cool!” Joe exclaims. “Baba?”
“We have photos,” Rami says.
“Love that,” Joe says.
“I’m surprised to see you still out here,” Gwil says, nudging Ben. “I think it’s a time for a lunch break.”
“Thank god,” Ben murmurs. They take off their skis, and make their way back to the lodge.
Gwil catches up with Rami and Sami, listening to all of Sami’s exciting stories.
“Did you have fun?” Joe asks, slinging his arm around Ben.
“I am tired as shit,” Ben says.
“And?”
Ben playfully rolls his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, yeah. It was…fun.”
Joe laughs loudly. “You don’t have to make it sound so awful.”
“It was good,” Ben says, glancing back at Rami and Sami. “They’re awesome.”
“I’ll get you your hot chocolate.”
“The biggest fucking one they have.”
Joe laughs again. “Deal.”
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byler x the notebook
listen, is this a stretch? probably, but i'm like 75% sure they might parallel the byler kiss in season 5 to the famous notebook rain kiss and here's why.
last season, it was brought up that mike didn't write will any letters, and it clearly hurt will. despite this being a shocker (because why wouldn't you write your best friend???) it was never mentioned again. the topic of letters is so prominent this season that i'm certain this issue is gonna be brought up again next season. in fact, it has to be because we got no closure on it.
but how does this correlate to the notebook? i'll get to that. there's a popular theory that mike DID write to will, he just didn't have the courage to send any of the letters because his feelings were too transparent. this theory makes a ton of sense. there's also that track named letter to willy, which people correlate with billy, but they could've easily named it letter to billy c'mon now.
if this theory is true then a parallel to the notebook, one of the biggest pieces of romance literature and media, would make sense. in the notebook, noah wrote allie a letter every day they were apart, but she never received any of them, which is literally the byler letter theory.
in the notebook, allie brings up that he never wrote to her and they argue. noah admits that he wrote her a letter for every day of the year and then they share the famous rain kiss. the way that byler is going, it would make an astounding amount of sense for them to go this route and parallel the notebook. we know that the duffers love to parallel famous media, so why not parallel one of the biggest romance kisses in history? plus byler is already associated with rain and letters, it's literally the perfect scenario.
bonus: in the notebook, allie is a painter and noah is a writer. they're so byler coded.
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