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[melonmortis]

Okay

[tsckcyomi-archived]

ACCEPTANCE, REUNION, FAREWELL

[babygirldokyeom]

Crazy how there’s actually a man this beautiful like Dokyeom is actually a real person

[falloutnewnobody]

how van buren joshua graham looks at you after ruining your reputation with all of the in game tribes, insulting every neutral npc within a 15 mile radius, and giving you negative luck within the first five seconds of joining your party

[dreamdripdistance]

diligence is the only strong suit of the all-knowing talking corpse

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

GI Joe 1 (2024) by Joshua Williamson & Tom Reilly

Cover: Lee Bermejo (variant)

[yiichan]

𝟎𝟑 - 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨, 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚

pairings. idol!ot13 x m!14thmember!oc. word count. 0.9k. genre. parellel universe au, extra member au, angst.

warnings. none (for this chapter)

writers notes. im busy but im trying!!! and surprise? i'll slowly add in the new warnings to the chapter index page!

no beta i die like men, but still mentioning @sousydive

network: @mansaenetwork

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Joshua couldn’t sleep.

It had been a week since Gyuhan's funeral.

The team was on hiatus now, "dealing with the grief," as the company called it. But for Joshua, grief wasn’t something he could process like that. He lay in bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, his bloodshot eyes unblinking. The faint glow of city lights slipped through the curtains, tracing faint shapes across the walls.

With a sigh, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. His feet slipped into his worn-out slippers, and he made his way to the window.

The moon hung bright in the sky, lighting up the quiet streets below. Joshua leaned his head against the window, the cool glass grounding him for a moment.

But it wasn’t enough to stop the memories.

Every night, they came. He saw himself from the outside��remembering how he and the others had treated Gyuhan. The harsh words, the coldness, the way they had ignored his struggles. Whether it was before they debuted or after they made it, Joshua couldn’t think of a single moment when they had been good to him.

Gyuhan deserved better.

Joshua clenched his jaw, his fingers gripping the windowsill. "Dear God," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "If I could just go back… If I could make things right. Treat him the way I should have."

But the room stayed silent, and the moon kept shining, offering no answers.

A soft knock broke the silence. Joshua flinched, wiping his face quickly before heading to the door.

Seungcheol stood there, looking just as wrecked as Joshua felt. His hair was messy, his eyes rimmed red, and he clutched a bottle of soju in one hand.

"Can’t sleep either?" Seungcheol asked, forcing a weak smile.

Joshua stepped aside to let him in. They sat in silence for a while, the soju untouched between them.

"You think… you think he hates us?" Seungcheol finally asked, his voice cracking.

Joshua’s throat tightened. He didn’t answer, yet his hesitancy seemed to give Seungcheol his answer. Seungcheol buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking.

Joshua looked away, the sight of Seungcheol breaking down almost too much to bear. His own eyes stung, but no tears came—they hadn’t since the funeral.

"I don’t know," Joshua said finally, his voice hoarse. "I keep thinking… if we had just realized it earlier. If I had said something, done something, anything—" He cut himself off, his fingers digging into his knees.

"We all failed him," Seungcheol mumbled, his words muffled by his hands. "But I was supposed to lead. I let him down more than anyone."

Joshua clenched his fists, anger bubbling in his chest—anger at himself, at Seungcheol, at the team, at the world for letting things get so bad. "It wasn’t just you," he muttered. "We all saw it. We all did it. We’re the reason that he kept to himself… the reason that he smiled like he was apologizing for existing."

Seungcheol looked up, his face streaked with tears. "What are we supposed to do now? How do we live with this?"

Joshua didn’t have an answer. The weight in his chest was suffocating, pressing down harder with every second that passed.

He stood abruptly, pacing to the window again. The moon was still there, unchanging, as though mocking the turmoil inside him.

"I prayed earlier," Joshua said suddenly, his back to Seungcheol. "I asked for a chance to go back. To fix everything."

Seungcheol let out a hollow laugh. "If only it worked like that."

Joshua turned to face him, his expression grim. "If it doesn’t, then what’s the point? What’s the point of all this grief if we can’t do anything about it?"

Seungcheol didn’t reply. The room fell silent again, but this time, the quiet felt heavier, almost unnatural.

Then the lights flickered.

Joshua froze, his breath catching. "Did you see that?"

Seungcheol frowned, looking around. "Yeah. Power surge, maybe?"

But the flickering grew worse, the shadows in the room shifting strangely, almost alive. Joshua’s heart raced as he glanced back at the window. The moonlight seemed brighter now, almost blinding.

And then, in an instant, everything went dark.

Joshua blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden blackness. But when he opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in his apartment anymore.

He was standing in the practice room.

The air smelled of sweat and faint cologne, just like it always had during their trainee days. His heart pounded as he looked around, his eyes landing on the calendar pinned to the wall.

2015.

His stomach dropped.

Did he go back in time? Joshua turned to look at his reflection in the mirror. He definitely had. He was shorter, and his face was younger. With shaking fingers, Joshua slowly reached up to touch his face.

It felt real.

He pinched his cheek.

It is real.

Joshua’s attention was drawn back to the calendar. February 1, 2015… This should be around the time Gyuhan joined them.

Tears came to Joshua’s eyes. They hadn’t come during Gyuhan’s funeral, but now, as one rolled down his cheek, Joshua clasped his hands together, a choked laugh bubbling out of his throat.

He was so thankful.

Joshua fell to his knees, overwhelmed by the swirl of emotions crashing over him. Relief, guilt, determination—they all mixed together, leaving him breathless. The smell of the practice room, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights, the scuffed wooden floor—it was all so vivid, so unmistakably real.

He wiped his tears hastily, glancing around as he tried to collect himself. This was his chance. A chance to do what he couldn’t before.

Thank you for answering my prayers, he thought, his palms together. I won't waste this chance. I'll do better.

© yiichan, 2024 origin of divider

[wicked-twin-twister]

Twewy textposts 6. feat. Twewy spoilers.

link to masterpost

The wonderful sprites of Neku without his headphones were made by @xxafirexx, used with permission. You can also see more of their artwork and sprite-edits on their deviantart, https://www.deviantart.com/xxangiexxrpi.

[rad-hound]

Thank God for the modding community, fr.

I still don't get why, despite there being plenty viscera, detail, and body horror in the ghoul models for New Vegas, far be it from Bethesda to make the Burned Man look burnt.

Either way. God bless the modding community.

[gerardwayoftheday]

today is monday, april 17, 2023. make this week great and enjoy your gerard way of the day.

[dreamings-free]

24/8/24

[parchmentknight]

HELP okay so i draw in my sketchbook (duh) but i also write whatever thoughts im thinking while i draw... THE MARGIN STUFF IS SO WEIRD IM SORRY IN ADVANCE LOLOLOL

[habunshu]

Young Clive playing a small music box for baby Joshua | “The Art of FINAL FANTASY XVI” (art by Kazuya Takahashi)

[insane-in-the-membranee]

Women? Women.

Cleopatra (John William Waterhouse) || A Stolen Glance (Eugene de Blaas) || The Accolade (Edmund Blair Leighton) || Unknown || The Reluctant Bride (August Toulmouche) || Head of a Young Girl 1777 (Jean Baptiste Greuze) || War Pieta (Max Ginsburg) || Lady Elizabeth Keppel (Joshua Reynolds) || Joan of Arc (John Everett Millais) ||

[welcometogrouchland]

Batman #149 by chip zdarsky is mostly unremarkable, but I'm really fascinated by how it makes a great case for 'good' endings not saving 'bad' stories*. Because there's a lot of interesting concepts in this issue (bruce having to deal with his rapidly aging and decaying clone making him think about his own life, re-establishing a 'nest' so to speak for his family after pushing them away, etc) but bc of the OOC slog that came before it, almost every moment w/ the batfamily comes off as unearned and disingenuous imo.

Like, everything with Damian is the perfect example in this. Because in isolation it's...fine. admittedly it's a missed opportunity to not go deeper into how Damian would feel about a clone of his dad who tried to kill considering Damian's relationships with clones of himself (the heretic rejects and respawn) or with former enemies who wanted him dead but who were manipulated and/or brainwashed (like suren and maya).

Zdarsky doesn't go into any of this but you could maybe excuse it as the issue not being about Damian. However, coupled with the previous bizarre characterizations of Damian in 147 and 148, it ends up not being fine- instead it starts to feel...icky how Damian (who, despite often being drawn and written as white, will never have his connection to the non-white al ghuls forgotten and will always be effected by racism even when not portrayed as a poc) is constantly written as overly violent, uncaring and narrow minded in this run. Coupled w/ trying to recanonize the morrison origin for Damian it's like. OH this is badly written and laden with subtle bigotry, sick**

That's me going into detail on it with Damian but it's applicable to other things in this issue- the way Cass, Steph and Duke have all been ignored or turned into jobbers makes their inclusion in the 'family' here feel hollow instead of satisfying. Bruce proclaiming that Zur was still a part of him and he needs to accept responsibility for his actions (when it means taking in clone son) wrings hollow when just last issue zdarsky was bending over backwards to separate Bruce and Zur bc otherwise the Jason thing would get really awkward. Ends are achieved through means that feel hollow or strange. I'm at my destination but damn why'd the bus have to do all that???

I only really have opinions on this latest arc of zdarskys Batman bc it's the one I've read the closest (bc I'm a hater, masochist and avid follower of even the bad damian storylines) but it's not saying great things.

Bc zdarsky can do one thing good in this book, and it's write Bruce and Tim. And yet this entire story, whether of his own volition or editorial mandate, includes other characters who aren't Bruce and Tim, the fabric starts to unravel in very telling ways.

(p.s, I think pennyworth manor is an interesting idea but I feel like in execution it's just gonna be 'bruce living in a house haunted by the memory of the people he couldn't save' but with a different dead guy this time. Illusion of change and whatnot)

*whether or not the ending is good is up to you ofc, as is your opinion on the proceeding arc! I saw some ppl complain that the ending was too "WFA" for them, which I get even if I dont think it'll literally be the same premise. If anything it's probably a lead into the new tec run. Likewise many ppl who aren't in the weeds of Damian and Jason characterization liked the previous arc! But I have my opinions and rest my case before the bench

**disclaimer, I'm white and portrayals of bigotry in comics are complicated and subjective, but I am basing my point here off what other poc comic fans on socmed have been saying about 149. Also the "sick" is sarcasm incase that wasn't obvious

[dunderella]

pokemon AU, two baby birds 🥺