#and also korean memes about it

[neviayue]

so, stay alive | By Nevi Ayu E.

다들 그냥 살아. 의미를 붙여가면서, 의미를 찾아가면서, 정신 승리 오지게 하면서. 대단해지려고 너무 용쓸 필요 없어 살아내는 것만으로도 이미 대단한거니까. 근데 혹시 모르잖아, 그리고 궁금 하잖아 아직 긁지 않은 복권 뒤에 어떤 행운이 숨어 이쓸지. 또 어떤 이야기들이 남아 이쓸지.

Dialogue from Korean drama Twinkling Watermelon (2023) episode 10, written by Jin Soowan.

This dialogue aligns with a repeated dialogue I liked in Tomorrow (2022) where they go: There will come a time when you will realise "It was all for today."

[tastycitrus]

come join the cygnus knights

please ignore that our empress is currently in a coma

[mineonmain]

The Eighth Sense Ep 9 aka...

...this is basically what happened right

[luvfae]

LOST IN TRANSLATION, PT 3

summary: after four months apart, you finally make it back to seoul—back to su-bong .

parings: thanos x foreigner reader

warnings: romanised korean, slight language barrier, smut, creampie, oral, swearing

part two

It's been four months since Korea.

Four months since his hands were on your skin, his breath in your ear, his voice in that low, growling tone that made your knees give out.

Four months since you left — suitcase overstuffed, heart wrecked, promising yourself you wouldn't cry at the airport.

You did.

And you haven't really stopped.

You used to be the fun one.

The one who sent drunk texts at 2 a.m.

The one who dragged everyone out on Tuesday nights for karaoke.

The one who said yes to everything.

Now you ghost through your days.

Gray skies. Cold coffee. Emails you delete without reading.

Your job feels like static. Your friends feel like strangers, even when they're right beside you.

Your body is here, but your soul?

Your soul's still somewhere in Seoul, pressed against a boy who kissed you like it was a language.

Your phone lights up.

Su-bong:

밥 먹었어?

(Did you eat?)

You smile.

Not because you're happy.

But because it's him. Because even miles away, he still finds a way to ask if you've eaten.

He doesn't say "I miss you." Not directly.

You don't either.

You keep it casual. You have to.

Because neither of you is dating.

You're not his.

He's not yours.

You just... talk.

Every day.

Morning check-ins. Nighttime calls. Shared playlists. Memes.

You've even started learning Korean — clumsily, but with effort. He teases your pronunciation over FaceTime, laughing when you butcher things and grinning when you get one right.

You say "jagiya" once as a joke. He goes silent for five seconds. Then asks you to say it again.

You do.

Twice.

Just to hear him groan and cover his face like he's trying not to fall.

Your friends have noticed.

You're quieter. Distant. Always somewhere else.

"You okay?" they ask.

You lie. Every time.

Because what would you even say?

No, I left part of myself in Seoul. I think I'm haunted. I still feel his hands on me like ghost limbs.

No one would understand.

Except him.

And right now, he's on your phone again.

Su-bong:

오늘 너무 춥다. come keep me warm.

(It's cold today)

You:

don't tempt me.

You don't hit send.

Not yet.

Because the truth is, you're tempted.

All the time.

It's past midnight when your phone buzzes again.

You're lying in bed, curled up in an oversized hoodie that doesn't belong to you — because of course it's his. You've worn it so many times it barely smells like him anymore, but you pretend it does. You pretend everything does.

Su-bong [FaceTime Incoming]

You swipe to answer before it finishes ringing.

The screen lights up with his face — hair messy, shirtless, laying on his side with his cheek half-pressed to a pillow. His voice is slow, a little gravelly. Eyes low-lidded and pink at the corners.

"Jagiya..." he drawls. "You look cute."

You snort. "Are you high?"

He doesn't deny it. Just grins. "Little bit."

You roll onto your back, tucking the blanket under your chin. "Is this going to be one of those weird stoned calls where you tell me philosophical shit and then ask what clouds smell like?"

"Yes," he says, completely serious. Then, "Also you're glowing."

"I'm literally under a ceiling fan."

"No, no." He waves a lazy hand. "Different glow. Seoul-missing glow."

You narrow your eyes. "Is that your way of saying I look depressed?"

"Sexy depressed," he clarifies, nodding solemnly. "Like... tragic romance movie heroine. I like it."

You laugh — real and warm. "You're so fucking weird when you're stoned."

"And still handsome." He grins. "Very unfair."

You tilt your head. "You been thinking about me?"

"All day," he says. "Every day."

You chew your bottom lip, and for a minute, the silence stretches. Not awkward. Just full.

You watch him blink slow, eyes a little unfocused. Then he murmurs something so soft you almost don't hear it.

"Saranghae."

You freeze.

Not because it's the first time he's said it.

But because it's the first time you understand it.

He's said it before — in bed, whispered into your shoulder when he thought you were asleep. At the airport, when you hugged him like you'd never see him again. Once, at the end of a late call just like this one, slurred and casual.

Back then, you didn't know what it meant.

But you've been studying. Practicing. Listening.

And now?

Now you know exactly what he just said.

I love you.

Your breath catches.

"...You love me?" you ask, voice small. Unsteady.

His eyes snap open. He stiffens on screen, fully alert now, blinking like he's just woken up.

He stammers, "I—no, I mean—fuck—" Switches to Korean, muttering under his breath, "aish... shibal... michigesseo..."  Then louder, "aniya, I mean—ahh, it slipped, I'm high—"

You cut him off. "I know what it means."

He stares at you, frozen.

You smile. A little shaky. "I know what it means now. And I'm not freaking out. You don't have to panic spiral or whatever the hell this is."

He doesn't speak. Just keeps blinking, lips parted, the tips of his ears turning red.

You exhale, then whisper it back, "saranghae."

His breath hitches so sharp it sounds like pain.

"Are you sure?" he says, barely audible.

You nod. "I've been sure for a while."

A beat.

Then another.

And then he exhales a shaky breath and drops his forehead into his pillow, groaning. "Ahhh, fuck. My heart. My heart is dying."

You laugh, tears stinging behind your eyes.

He lifts his head again, eyes impossibly soft now. Serious. Real.

"Come back, jagiya," he says. Voice quiet. No teasing. No smirk. Just him. "Even just for a little."

Your heart aches.

Because you want to.

God, you want to.

But you don't answer yet.

Not because you don't want to — but because you're already looking at flights.

You're scrolling with your thumb, barely listening as he keeps talking. The usual airline sites. Budget tabs. Currency converters. You've done this dance before, but this time?

This time it feels different.

The lowest fare you find is still gutting. Almost $1,200.

You wince.

Your bank account is already limping from that two-month whirlwind trip across Asia. Seoul was your final stop, but it ended up costing you more than just travel expenses — it cost you your peace of mind, your sense of direction, your emotional stability.

You frown, chewing your lip as you squint at the total.

"I don't think I have the money right now," you admit softly.

That makes him go quiet.

You glance back at the screen.

His expression is unreadable for a beat — then his brows lift. "How much?"

You narrow your eyes. "What?"

"How much is flight? I'll help pay."

You snort. "Su-bong—"

"No, I mean it." He shifts on the pillow, suddenly sitting up straighter, more serious. "Why not? I want you here. If I had a passport, I'd be there already, but I don't. So I'll help you come. So you be in my arms, hmm?" He smirks like he thinks this is romantic.

You groan, shaking your head. "Absolutely not. I'm not taking your money."

"Why?" he protests. "I buy girls drinks in club all the time, and they don't even call me after. You? You say you love me and don't even let me buy airplane?"

You glare. "That is not the same thing and you know it."

He pouts dramatically. "But jagiya—"

"No," you interrupt, laughing now despite yourself. "No pouting. No charming. I'm not letting you. I'll pick up a few more shifts, okay? A couple doubles. I'll be there soon."

He squints. "You promise?"

You nod. "I promise."

A beat of silence follows.

His voice softens. "Okay. I wait."

You grin. "You better."

He holds up his pinky to the camera.

You link yours to the screen. "Pinky swear." Then, quieter,  "soon."

—

TWO WEEKS LATER

You're sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment, sorting through a pile of laundry that's been haunting you since last week, when your best friend kicks open your bedroom door with a full iced coffee in hand and zero regard for boundaries.

"You look like you're gonna cry again," she says casually.

You blink up at her. "I'm not."

She sets the drink on your nightstand. "Are you gonna tell me why you've been humming Korean love songs under your breath for the last five days?"

You bury your face in your hoodie. "No."

She sits next to you and yanks your hood back. "Try again."

You sigh, voice small. "I'm saving to go back."

Silence.

Then—

"Thank fuck," she breathes. "I thought you were gonna rot here forever."

You blink. "Wow. Thanks."

She shrugs. "I'm serious. You've been a ghost since we landed. I watched you go from hot girl summer in Seoul to sad girl winter in this hellhole, and frankly? It's been depressing."

You can't help but laugh — a little hoarse, a little helpless. "I've just... missed him. All of it. Him, the city, the food, the way I felt there."

She nudges your knee. "Then go back."

"I'm going to." You nod. "Soon. Just need to work a little more—"

Ding.

Your phone buzzes.

You glance at the screen.

$500.00 deposited.

From: Sugar Mommy

Memo: "For your dickdown fund."

Your eyes widen. "What the fuck."

She sips her coffee, cool as ice. "Consider it an investment in my sanity."

"Take it back," you hiss, already opening your banking app. "I'm not taking your money—"

"I'm rich," she snaps. "Well, technically my parents are, but still. I wouldn't even notice if I set $500 on fire."

"Girl—"

"Shut up."

You glare. She glares harder. Eventually, you groan and fall back onto the carpet. "You're such a bitch."

"You're welcome," she sings, tossing a sock at your face. "Now shut up and book the damn ticket."

You check your balance.

She just knocked off nearly half.

And you already had the rest.

You could book a flight right now.

Tonight.

And still cover your rent, your bills, your life.

Your thumb hovers over the screen.

And your heart?

Your heart's already halfway to Seoul.

So you do it.

No overthinking. No hesitation.

You scroll back to the cheapest ticket. Direct flight. Leaves tomorrow night.

You hit purchase with trembling fingers, your friend watching you like you just launched a missile.

"Did you—"

"I booked it," you breathe, staring at the confirmation screen. "Holy shit. I actually booked it."

Your friend shrieks, launching herself at you like she's the one about to get laid across the Pacific. "Bitch! You're going back! You're going to get your back blown out by your Korean boyfriend!"

"He's not my boyfriend," you say automatically, already pulling out your phone.

"Mhm. Sure. Keep lying to yourself."

You tap FaceTime before you can second-guess it.

It rings once. Twice.

And then it connects.

You're met with a blur of flashing lights, noise, and a very familiar voice yelling:

"JAGIYAAA!"

The screen stabilizes just long enough to show Su-bong's grinning, flushed face — cheeks pink, hair messy, his chain catching the neon from somewhere offscreen. He's clearly out, clearly tipsy, and clearly ecstatic to see your face.

"Wait, wait," he slurs, already moving the phone. "Look who it is!"

He pans the camera wildly to the chaos around him — and you see them all:

Nam-gyu, double-fisting drinks.

Min-su, throwing peace signs like it's a photoshoot.

Gyeong-su, yelling "HELLO!!" like it's the only English word he knows.

Se-mi, who leans into the camera and goes, "You are glowing, babe. Is that love or just good lighting?"

You laugh, and then flip the camera to your friend, who's waving wildly.

"Annyeo... annyeo-noseyo?" You cringe. She shrugs. "Close enough."

Su-bong's voice cuts through the noise again, sharp and warm. "You okay? You look happy."

Your smile widens, your face starting to ache from how hard you're grinning.

You look at him — at this glitchy, beautiful man in a bar across the world — and say, "I leave tomorrow night."

The camera shakes. A chorus of "WHAT?!" erupts behind him.

His jaw drops. His eyes go wide. "Tomorrow?!"

You nod, biting your lip. "I land in Seoul two days from now. Save me a bed. Or don't. I'm not planning on sleeping much."

Su-bong is blinking, laughing, blinking again.

"Jinjja?" he asks breathlessly. "You're really coming?"

"I'm really coming."

—

TWO DAYS LATER

Su-bong wakes up with a hangover and a mission.

Your flight lands tonight.

And for a man who swore he wasn't the romantic type, he's losing his entire mind in the privacy of his tiny ass apartment.

His morning starts reckless.

He shaves — twice — because the first time he fucks up his jawline from nerves.

Mumbles "Shibal..." under his breath when he cuts himself.

Stares in the mirror for five solid minutes like: Is this enough? Am I enough?

Then changes shirts three times.

A black tee. No, too casual.

A button up. Who am I, Nam-gyu?

Back to the black tee. Silver chain, simple cologne, no bullshit.

Except his heart is racing like this is bullshit.

Like he didn't just spend the last four months playing it cool on FaceTime, smirking every time you called him sexy, making fun of your Korean.

Like he didn't fall in love with you anyway.

By the time he gets to Incheon Airport, he's pacing.

Hands in his pockets. Hood pulled up. Mask on.

Not because he doesn't want to be seen — but because he needs something to hide behind.

He checks the arrivals screen so many times the security guard starts side-eyeing him.

Estimated Arrival: 7:32 PM

Status: Landed

His stomach drops.

The kind of drop that has him chewing the inside of his cheek, staring at the sliding arrival doors like they personally insulted his ancestors.

And the second they start opening—

His whole brain empties.

Blank.

Nothing.

Just—

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There you are.

Dragging your suitcase. Messy hair. Sweatshirt too big. Eyes searching the crowd with that tired, travel-wrecked look.

And still?

Still the most beautiful thing he's ever fucking seen.

His heart kicks hard.

Hard enough to knock all the nerves out of his body and replace them with something else.

Want.

Need.

Yours.

When your eyes find him — hood up, mask on, but eyes soft, wide, locked only on you — you break into the biggest fucking smile he's seen in his life.

You jog the last few steps.

Drop your suitcase.

And before he can even think you're in his arms.

Arms around his neck, legs around his waist, like this was always inevitable.

Like Seoul was always waiting for you to come back.

You pull back just enough to look at him — to really look at him.

His hood's fallen back, mask hanging loose around his chin, and god — he looks wrecked in the best way. Eyes dark and soft, a little pink like he hasn't slept, like this moment's been keeping him awake for days.

You cup his face in both hands, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones.

And before you can even think twice—

You kiss him.

Slow.

Sure.

Like four months of late-night calls and I-miss-you smiles and unspoken please waits all crashing into this one second.

Your lips brush his as you whisper, honest and small, "I missed you."

His breath catches.

And then?

It's over for him.

Completely.

He leans in again — kissing you deeper, slower, like he wants to taste every syllable you just said.

"Jagiya..." His voice is rough against your mouth. "You kill me, really..."

You laugh softly, still not letting go. "Good."

He smiles — wide and a little shy — and then shakes his head, leaning back just enough to stare at you like you're impossible.

"Ya," he says, almost scolding, "You're not allowed to disappear for four months ever again."

"Geureol su eopseo," you reply — shaky, grinning.

His brows shoot up. "Wahhh—look at you."

"Can't," you clarify in English, cheeks warm. "Geureol su eopseo... I can't. Right?"

His mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile way too big for his face. "Ahh... perfect. Perfect Korean. Perfect girl."

"Ani," you tease, shaking your head. "Perfect boy."

He snorts. "Perfect man." He corrects, cocky as hell.

"Ya, crazy man," you shoot back without thinking — the Korean slipping out too natural.

He laughs so loud people glance over.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "You're really here."

Like he can't believe it.

Like he's scared you'll vanish if he looks away too long.

Finally — reluctantly — he slides you down from his arms, setting you gently on your feet. But he stays close. His hands smoothing down your arms like he's trying to memorize the feeling of your skin all over again.

Without missing a beat, he grabs your suitcase in one hand like it weighs nothing.

And with the other?

He laces his fingers through yours.

Warm. Certain. No hesitation.

"Come on, jagiya," he says, tugging you with him through the crowd, his thumb brushing slow over your knuckles. "Let's go home."

And god — home.

Home doesn't even feel like a place anymore.

It feels like him.

The walk to his car is a blur.

You trail behind him, hand in his, suitcase rolling clumsily over sidewalk cracks because neither of you are really paying attention.

He opens the trunk, tosses your suitcase in — but when he shuts it?

You don't move.

Neither does he.

You just... stare at each other.

Like the weight of the last four months finally caught up.

Like touching him wasn't enough.

"Hey," you murmur — quiet, teasing — "why're you staring?"

He huffs a small laugh, already stepping closer.

"Because I missed you like crazy," he says, honest and low. "I look at you because I couldn't for four months."

And that's all it takes.

Your hands are in his hair.

His mouth is on yours.

Right there against the back of his car — messy, slow, hungry — like neither of you can wait until you're inside or alone or anywhere else. His hands grip your waist like he still can't believe you're real, thumbs rubbing beneath your sweatshirt.

You bite his bottom lip just enough to make him groan.

"Shibal..." he mutters against your mouth.

"Missed me?" you tease.

"Jugeul geot gata," he exhales. (Feels like I'm dying.)

You grin. "Me too."

Eventually, he pulls himself back with a curse and a wild, wrecked grin.

"If we don't stop now, jagiya..." he warns, dragging a hand through his hair.

"Later," you promise.

"Fucking later," he agrees, breathless.

The car ride is quiet at first.

Not awkward — just soft.

Your legs are tucked up in the passenger seat, your face turned toward him like you can't stop staring. The city lights blur past outside the window, but it's him — the profile of his face, the line of his jaw, the little scar near his eyebrow — that's got you hypnotized.

At every red light, he glances at you.

Like he's checking.

Like he's making sure you're real.

His hand slips over your thigh halfway through the drive — casual at first.

But then it stays.

Thumb stroking slow circles into your bare skin like it's second nature.

Like it belongs there.

"You okay?" he asks quietly.

You nod. "Yeah." Then, almost shy: "Na... na jom hangug-eo haeboilkkayo?" (Can I... can I try speaking Korean?)

He blinks — surprised — before his whole face lights up. "Wahhh..." He grins. "Of course. Try."

You clear your throat, cheeks warm.

It's clumsy — the words awkward in your mouth — but it's yours, "Neo... neomu bogo sip-eoss-eo." (I missed you so much.)

He actually groans, like the sound physically punches him in the chest.

"Ahh, jagiya... kill me now," he laughs, shaking his head like he's helpless.

"Was that bad?" you ask, nervous.

"No," he says immediately. "Perfect. Fucking perfect."

At the next red light, he leans over the console just to kiss you.

Soft. Sweet. Like it's nothing. Like it's everything.

"Tell me more," he teases when he pulls back.

You giggle, still a little shy. "Neo..." You try again, thinking hard. "Jal saeng-gyeoss-eo." (You're handsome.)

He bursts out laughing.

"Aishhh, stop, stop—" he groans, clearly loving every second. "Dangerous girl."

"Saranghae," you whisper, bold this time.

His hand tightens on your thigh like you flipped a switch inside him.

"Geurae?" (Yeah?) He says it low, soft, almost smug — but his eyes are so goddamn warm. "Me too, jagiya. Saranghae."

The rest of the drive is full of sleepy kisses at stoplights. Soft little touches — his thumb tracing your knee, your hand playing with his silver chain.

And every once in a while?

That small, dangerous smile he keeps sneaking your way.

Like he's already planning all the ways he's going to ruin you once he gets you home.

By the time he pulls into his neighborhood, your heart's in your throat.

Everything feels hazy. Dreamlike. Familiar in the most dangerous way.

The second he parks the car, he's already moving — grabbing your suitcase with one hand, grabbing you with the other.

It doesn't feel like enough.

Not even close.

His apartment looks the same.

Dim lights. Shoes at the door. The faint scent of whatever cologne clings to him like skin. Your stomach twists at the sight of it — this stupid, messy, too-small place that somehow feels more like home than your own bed ever did.

But you barely step inside before he's kicking the door shut behind you with a dull thud — and then?

Then he's on you.

Suitcase forgotten, dumped haphazardly by the wall.

His hands on your face, your waist, everywhere at once like four months of patience just snapped clean in half.

"Shibal," he mutters against your mouth, already kissing you like he means to leave bruises. "Fucking missed you."

You gasp into him, fingers tangling in his hair. "Show me then."

That's all it takes.

Big hands slide down to your thighs, gripping tight.

And in one quick, almost reckless motion he's lifting you — like it's easy, like you weigh nothing, like he's never letting you stand on your own again.

Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, breath catching as he presses you back against the door for just a second — hips tight between your thighs, mouth moving from your lips down the line of your neck.

"Missed this mouth," he groans, kissing lower. "Missed this body. Missed... fucking everything."

"Su-bong..." you breathe, already dizzy.

"Mmm, neomu yeppeo..." (So fucking pretty...) he mutters against your skin, kissing over your pulse.

You whimper, your hands fisting in his shirt. "Bed. Now."

He pulls back just long enough to look at you — flushed, messy, so fucking his — and laughs, low and wrecked. "Anything you want, jagiya."

And then he's carrying you straight through his apartment, not even sparing a glance for your suitcase, the door, the world outside.

Nothing matters.

Not anymore.

Just you.

And him.

And four fucking months of wanting.

He carries you into his bedroom like it's instinct — like muscle memory — but once the backs of his knees hit the bed, you press your hands flat against his chest.

Firm.

Stopping him.

His eyes flash — dark, curious — but he doesn't fight you.

Doesn't have to.

Because you're already shoving him backward until he drops down onto the edge of the mattress, legs spread, shirt rumpled, hair wild like he doesn't even remember how to breathe without you.

And fuck — the way he watches you?

Head tilted back slightly, lips parted, hands loose between his thighs like he's ready for whatever you're about to do?

It lights something sharp and dangerous in your chest.

Slowly, you start peeling your clothes off — top first, tossed somewhere near the door, then your sweats, until you're standing in front of him in nothing but your panties, flushed and hungry.

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip.

"Aish... fuck, jagiya..." His voice is low, wrecked already. "You wanna kill me tonight?"

"I want you wrecked," you murmur. "I want you stupid for me."

You step between his legs, straddling that heat pouring off him like you own it, hands curling behind his neck as you kiss him — slow at first, sweet — but it turns messy quick.

Because his hands?

Immediately full of you.

Palming your tits through your bra, thumbs brushing your nipples until you arch into him, whimpering into his mouth.

"Shibal... missed these," he groans, tugging the bra down to expose you fully. "Missed your sounds. Missed your taste."

Your fingers slip under his shirt, dragging it up — rough, impatient — and he lets you tear it off over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him.

You pull back just enough to look at him.

Broad chest.

Tan skin.

Tattooed, scarred, sweat already beading along his collarbone like he's overheating from just this.

And then — slowly, deliberately — you sink to your knees between his legs. His breath punches out of him.

"Shibal..." he mutters like a prayer, running a hand through his hair, watching you with that razor-sharp look that makes your thighs ache.

Your hands slide up his thighs, slow, teasing, nails dragging over the rough denim of his jeans.

And when your gaze drags up to meet his?

Dark. Wanting. Ready?

His big hand reaches out — gentle, reverent — curling under your jaw, thumb hovering over your bottom lip like he's thinking about ruining you right here.

You don't even hesitate.

You part your lips and take his thumb into your mouth.

Slow.

Deep.

You suck, tongue swirling over the pad of his finger.

He groans deep in his chest. "You tryna make me come from that mouth?"

You pull back with a filthy pop, grinning up at him like sin incarnate. "Pants off," you whisper.

He's already moving — unbuttoning, shoving them down — his cock heavy and hard, leaking at the tip like you've already won.

"Hold my hair up," you mutter, crawling closer.

His breath catches.

"Yeah?" His voice is wrecked. "Fuck yes, baby... gimme that pretty mouth."

His hand slides into your hair, gentle but sure, gathering it into a loose fist, holding it off your face like it's the most natural thing in the world.

And you don't waste time. Your mouth is on him.

Hot. Wet. Filthy.

Your tongue drags up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, swirling the tip before sinking down, taking as much as you can — slowly at first, moaning low in your throat just to feel the way he twitches in your mouth.

"Ahh... fuck, fuck..." His head drops back. "Look at you... pretty fuckin' mouth made for me, huh?"

You hum around him — teasing, daring — bobbing your head a little faster now, hand wrapped tight around the base, stroking everything your throat can't take yet.

"Shibal... look at me," he groans.

You glance up.

Eyes glossy. Drool slicking your lips. Face wrecked in the most perfect way.

And Su-bong?

He looks absolutely gone.

"Fucking... perfect," he rasps, voice shaking. "My good girl... takin' me so deep... so greedy for my cock."

You pull off just long enough to catch your breath — panting, lips swollen, chin slick.

Your hand stays wrapped around him, stroking him slow, teasing, watching the way his cock twitches, flushed and angry and wet from your mouth.

Then you do something that makes his entire body lock up.

Without breaking eye contact — without even fucking hesitating — you gather every bit of spit in your mouth and let it drip from your tongue right onto his cock.

Slow.

Heavy.

Messy.

"Holy fuck..." he rasps — voice low, completely wrecked, almost shocked. His hand tightens in your hair automatically, eyes dark and blown wide. "Ya..." he mutters in disbelief, shaking his head slow. "Jinjja... what the fuck..."

Like no one's ever done that to him before.

Like no one's ever looked at him like this before.

"Fucking crazy girl," he groans — but it's full of awe, full of want, like he's not even mad about it — like he might never recover.

"Mine tonight," you murmur, thumb sliding through the slick mess coating him, teasing his tip until his stomach tightens. "Want it messy. Want it everywhere."

His jaw flexes hard — Adam's apple bobbing.

"Aishh... fuckin' evil," he hisses through his teeth, watching you like you're the most dangerous thing alive. "Come here... come here right now..."

Like he can't take it anymore.

Like if you don't get back on him this second he's going to lose his goddamn mind.

You watch him fall apart like it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.

Chest rising fast. Abs tight. Thighs tense beneath your palms. Still staring at you like you're doing shit to him he's never even imagined before.

And you're not done.

Not even close.

You lean back in — slow at first, teasing him with kitten licks over the flushed, leaking tip — and his whole body jerks.

"Shit, jagiya..." His voice breaks — deeper now, almost fucked-out already. "Gonna fuck your throat properly next time... but right now?"

You wrap your lips around him again — sink deeper, hollow your cheeks — and he groans, so guttural it vibrates through your core.

"Wanna come on that tongue... fuckin' deserve it after this..."

His hand tightens in your hair, not rough, not forcing — just there, shaking a little from the tension rolling down his spine.

And you give it to him.

Take him deeper. Throat tighter. Sucking hard, spit and slick everywhere now, dripping down your chin, messy and perfect.

"Shibal... fuck, fuck, fuck..." he curses in rapid, broken breaths — hips twitching helplessly as he fights not to just lose it completely.

Your throat clenches around him, spitting and swallowing him like this is worship, like he's yours to ruin tonight.

And judging by the way he's cursing in both languages, tugging your hair just enough to feel the sting?

He fucking loves it.

He's gone.

Absolutely fucking gone.

His thighs are shaking now, breath ragged, hips starting to stutter — instinct trying to fuck into your mouth even as he fights it.

"Jagiya..." His voice breaks. Pleading. "Gonna... fuck, baby... gonna come..."

You moan around him — filthy, encouraging — hollowing your cheeks harder, your hands tightening on his thighs to hold him still.

That's what does it.

His whole body locks.

His head snaps back, mouth open, voice spilling out rough and ruined:

"Shibal... ah fuck, fuck—naneun... Cumming, fuck—eat it up, pretty mouth—"

And then he does.

Hard.

Deep.

Hot and messy against your tongue, spilling into your mouth like he's giving you every last bit of himself.

"Jagiya... shit... fuck—" His hand fists tighter in your hair but he doesn't pull — just holds — watches, half-terrified and half-worshipping, as you swallow every drop.

Slow.

Greedy.

Eyes locked on his.

Like you own him.

You pull off with a wet, filthy pop, licking your lips like he's the best thing you've ever tasted.

He stares at you.

Wrecked.

Stunned.

Silent for a beat too long.

"Fuck me..." he mutters, voice gone, dragging you up without warning — hands on your face like he's scared to even touch you too rough. "C'mere—c'mere—fuckin' unreal—"

And then he's kissing you.

Tongue tasting himself from your mouth like he's never going to get enough of you as long as he lives.

"Nae geoya..." he whispers against your lips.  "Jagiya... fuck... how the hell am I supposed to let you leave again?"

You barely have time to answer — barely have time to breathe — before he's grabbing your hips, hauling you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, like you're his fucking prize and he's finally taking it.

You crawl forward on shaky limbs, heart hammering, every nerve ending on fire — but Su-bong's already behind you.

Already yanking you back by your hips.

Already tearing your panties down like they offended him.

"Look at this," he mutters under his breath — rough, reverent — palming the curve of your ass, spreading you open with both hands. "Four months..." His thumb drags through your soaked folds. "Shibal, four fucking months and still this wet for me."

You whimper, arching back into his touch, desperate.

"Say it," he growls, eyes burning into the slick mess between your legs. "Say who makes you like this."

"You—" your voice breaks, breathless. "You, Su-bong. Nobody else. Nobody ever."

"Geurae?" A harsh groan rips from his chest. "Fucking mine, huh?"

"Yours," you whimper. "Always yours."

He fists his cock at the base, dragging the thick head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness, watching it drip down.

"Look at this pussy..." he mutters, almost in disbelief. "Made for me."

Then — one slow, brutal push — he sinks inside. You gasp, body arching, thighs shaking.

He feels too big like this.

Too deep.

Too perfect.

"Oh my god—Su-bong—"

He groans, guttural. "Shibal... so fucking tight, baby... ngh, I missed this—"

He pulls back — not all the way — just enough to make you feel the stretch of every ridge, every vein — then slams back in, rough enough that your knees nearly give out.

You cry out, clinging to the sheets.

He leans over you — chest grazing your back, mouth hot at your ear.

"You think you can leave me after this?" he rasps, hips snapping up into you with filthy, punishing thrusts. "You think anyone else can fuck you like I do?"

"Nobody," you whine. "Nobody."

His hand curls in your hair — not yanking, just holding — while his other palm presses flat to your lower back, keeping you arched perfect for him.

"Neomu yeppeo..." He's losing it. Groaning curses in Korean between filthy praise and rough thrusts, fucking you deep, fucking you slow just to feel all of you. "Nae yeoja..." (My girl)

Your arms shake. Your legs are gone.

And when he slips out — accidentally — mid-thrust, thick and dripping against your inner thigh?

You sob — raw and wrecked.

"Put it back—" your voice breaks. "Put it back in, Su-bong, please— need it—need you so bad—"

He curses, grabbing your hips harder, dragging you back, lining himself up like he's losing his mind.

"Greedy girl," he growls, pushing back inside with one brutal, perfect thrust that makes you wail. "You missed this fucking cock so much, huh?" he pants, snapping his hips. "Couldn't wait, couldn't forget it—"

Your eyes roll back, moaning so loud you swear the walls shake.

"I'll fuck it in deeper then..." he groans. "Make sure you never forget me."

His pace turns ruthless.

Devastating.

Skin slapping loud, the whole room filled with nothing but gasps, moans, the filthy sound of him ruining you from behind.

Your orgasm builds fast — burning hot, white, your body on the edge of breaking.

"You gonna come, baby?" he rasps, breath shaking. "Come all over my cock like a good girl?"

"Yes—yes—fuck—Su-bong—" You choke on a sob, dizzy, shaking .

He loses it. "Aishh... fuck... geurae, jagiya, that's it—"

Your whole body locks up — splintering apart — climax crashing over you like a goddamn storm, shaking, crying his name out like a prayer.

"Shibal... there it is..." he groans, hips jerking — "That's my girl... fuck—"

He follows you seconds later — spilling inside you so deep, so hard, you swear you feel him in your stomach — his moan low, broken, hot against your shoulder.

"Mine," he whispers — rough, sweet, reverent.

Your body is still shaking.

Still folded beneath him, legs spread wide, knees half-giving out, your skin burning from every place his hands touched, every place his mouth had been.

He stays pressed to your back for a moment longer — chest rising hard, breath hot against your shoulder — before he finally pulls back.

Slow. Careful.

His cock drags out of you with a wet, filthy sound — thick with both your releases, messy and perfect — and it's only then you feel it.

The way it leaks out of you immediately.

Sticky. Warm. Dripping down the inside of your thighs.

You whimper — not from embarrassment.

From want.

And when you glance back over your shoulder at him — eyes still glossy, lips swollen, face flushed and ruined — Su-bong looks like he could lose his fucking mind all over again.

Because without thinking — without even hesitating — you reach back.

Fingers dragging down between your thighs, slow, gathering the messy spill of his cum that's already starting to slide down your legs.

You bring those fingers straight to your mouth.

Suck them clean.

Slow.

Filthy.

Eyes never leaving his.

Su-bong blinks, like you just killed him dead.

"Shibal..." He breathes it out like he can't believe what he's seeing. His voice goes rough — thick — softer in a way that sounds dangerously close to fucking adoration.

"Jagiya..." His eyes are dark, blown out, full of something deeper than lust now. "You are my best foreigner."

You pull your fingers free of your mouth with a soft pop, your smile wrecked and lazy. "I hope i'm your only foreigner, Su-bong."

He's quiet for a beat.

Staring at you like you're not real.

Then — soft. Small. Honest like it slips right out of him, "Saranghae."

Your heart flips. You blink. Breathe shaky.

And the way he looks at you after he says it — fuck — like he's helpless, like it's just the truth, like of course he loves you — it knocks the wind out of you more than any orgasm could.

"You really love me?" You whisper — small, awed, smiling even as your voice wobbles.

His smile curves — soft, shy, the tiniest dimple threatening to appear. "Yes. Fucking crazy for you."

It takes him a second to get his legs under him, but when he does, he's already moving — already sinking to his knees in front of you, palms on your hips, thumbs stroking your bare skin like he needs to touch you or he'll lose his mind.

"You kill me," he murmurs — kissing the inside of your thigh, right where his cum is still dripping. "But I'll die happy."

You laugh — breathless — running your fingers through his messy hair. "You're so dramatic."

"And you're so perfect," he counters, grinning against your skin.

But then — tender — he grabs a towel from his drawer, wiping you down with the gentlest hands you've ever felt from him. His palms cupping your thighs as he cleans you up, kissing every inch of skin like a silent apology for fucking you that hard.

He helps you onto the bed after, tugs his shirt over your head — drowning on your frame — before dragging the blanket up over both of you.

And then?

Then he pulls you into him.

Tight.

Chest to your back. Arms wound around your waist like he's scared you'll disappear again. His face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

Your fingers trace his forearm lazily. The scar on his wrist. The tattoo peeking from under his sleeve.

"You okay?" He mumbles against your shoulder.

"Mmm," you hum. "Perfect."

"You're crazy," he says, voice rough but full of so much affection it makes your stomach flip.

"You love it," you tease.

"Saranghae," he says again — like a promise this time.

Your heart squeezes. "I love you too, Su-bong."

His arms tighten around you.

And right before sleep pulls you under, you swear you hear him whisper it again — quiet and sure — right against your skin.

—

The morning comes slow.

Warm. Heavy. Tangled in limbs and heat and the soft weight of Su-bong's arm slung low across your waist like even in sleep, his body refuses to let you go.

You stir first — barely — eyelids fluttering against the faint spill of sunlight leaking through the thin curtains.

It's quiet.

Seoul hums somewhere outside, the distant sound of traffic, life, morning routines—but here? In his bed? It's a world away.

You shift just slightly, enough to feel the soreness between your legs — a slow, delicious ache that makes you shiver when you remember why.

That's when you feel it.

His lips.

Soft at your shoulder. Barely there at first, like instinct. Then again — firmer this time — the lazy, half-conscious drag of his mouth down to the curve of your neck.

"Mmm..." His voice is rough, low, heavy with sleep. "Morning, jagiya..."

You smile without opening your eyes. "Morning."

Another kiss. Another. Between your shoulder blades now. Slow and greedy.

"Wake up," he murmurs, words brushing your skin. "I miss your face."

"You saw it all night."

"Not enough."

You laugh — sleepy, wrecked — rolling over just enough to peek at him.

His hair is a mess. Sticking up on one side. Face soft with sleep, jaw shadowed, lips swollen from too much kissing, not enough rest.

He looks like sin and safety all at once.

"How'd you sleep?" you whisper.

He hums, pulling you closer until you're almost fully draped over him. "Like shit."

You blink. "What?"

He grins — small, lazy. "Kept waking up... had to check if you were real."

Your heart stutters.

He noses at your temple, another slow kiss landing right at your hairline.

"I thought you were dreaming about me again," you tease.

"Nightmare," he teases back. "You left for four months again."

You go quiet.

Because yeah.

That's still hanging between you.

And after a beat, he asks it — soft, hesitant.

"When do you have to leave?"

Your stomach drops.

You shake your head immediately, curling tighter into him. "Don't," you murmur. "Don't talk about it yet."

His chest rises slow beneath you. Heavy sigh.

Then — quieter — rougher —

"Geurae..." (Okay...)

But he presses a kiss to your bare shoulder anyway — long, lingering — like he's already dreading whatever day that's going to be.

Like he's kissing you now to make up for all the mornings he didn't get to.

Minutes pass like that.

Quiet.

Safe.

Until he speaks again — low, rough, words spilling out between lazy kisses against your shoulder, your neck, your cheek.

"Jagiya..."

"Hmm?"

Still half-asleep, still kissing down the line of your jaw, like maybe he's been holding this question in for weeks.

"When you go home... are you still mine?"

Your breath catches.

You pull back just enough to look at him.

His eyes are so soft.

Hopeful.

Raw.

"Be my girl, hmm?" he says quietly. "Official. Mine. Everywhere."

It knocks the wind out of you.

Because it's not even a question, really.

It's just true.

Has been since you met him.

"Of course," you whisper, smiling like your heart might burst. "I'm already yours, Su-bong."

His grin curves slow — wide — eyes dark and so fucking warm.

"Good," he mutters — pulling you back down, mouth already finding yours again. "Cause I'm never letting you go."

You lose track of time after that.

Lose track of everything except him.

The warmth of his chest beneath your cheek. The slow stroke of his palm up and down your spine like he's memorizing every inch of you all over again. The way he kisses you now — slow and lazy — like you've got forever. Like he's trying to convince himself you do.

Eventually, hours later — after more kisses, more teasing, after he feeds you ramyeon straight from the pot in his lap like an absolute menace — the sun's dipped low enough that the city outside his window glows that hazy, Seoul-orange kind of light.

You're standing by his window now — his shirt drowning on you, his chain hanging loose around your neck because he slipped it over your head like it belongs there.

Like you belong here.

He wraps his arms around you from behind — chin hooked over your shoulder — and stares out at the skyline with you.

"You gonna tell me when you're leaving?" he asks finally. Quiet.

Your throat tightens.

"Not yet," you whisper. "Let me just... be here a little longer."

He hums low.

You feel his smile against your skin.

"You're here now," he says.

Simple. Sure.

And maybe that's all that matters.

Because right now?

Right here?

You're his.

And Seoul doesn't feel a holiday destination anymore.

Seoul feels like home.

[seunghyunjigglers]

mama, a stray kid behind YOU ★ @seunghyunjigglers

ot8 skz members as brainrot memes!

author's note: we even included links for some of the less chronically online divas out there (generous much?)! a lot of thought and effort went into this and we hope you love and appreciate our firstborn child. tw: dark humor. betas, do not interact!

chan ★ "i'm the leader, i'm the alpha, i'm the one to trust"

unironically watches bad edits of himself and goes "ayeee" to hype himself up about being edited

comments under them on his secret account

his fyp is now most definitely infiltrated by alpha chan edits

let's be real the whole trend was probably what inspired wolfgang to be released

bites his lip bc he thinks it makes him look sexy and he just looks like he's eating his bottom lip

tries to do that thing where guys put their necklace between their lips and take pics to be sexy but the necklace falls down his throat and he starts choking

would deliberately start doing aegyo followed by serving face to show his 'duality' since apparently the fandom love it (poor guy doesn't understand irony still)

LOVES when stays talk about his gyatt and starts using it bc he thinks its just another normal word for ass and seungmin and felix almost throw up laughing at him

minho ★ "queen never cry"

genuinely thought 'lock in' was something to be taken seriously and does NOT take it lightly when chan tells everyone to lock in

his kinky ass also probably thought it was some kind of jail roleplay (jisung had to explain it to him)

has mewing competitions with himself in the mirror

makes 'minho never CRY 💜' the note on his alarm in the morning

thinks it’s funny when he recommends the ki sisters manga (where the meme comes from) to people as his favorite series and the poor author has to actually go on a talk show cause he blew it up with the internet

checks his notifications EVERY day hoping someone will edit him with that baby

accidentally comments “queen NEVER cry” under a sentimental skz edit on the official account and wakes up with several calls from his managers.. let’s just say it didn’t go over well

changbin ★ "gadagadegadagadao" (omega nugget)

he stumbled across this meme on felix's fyp one evening and thought it would make the best vocal warmup for his raps, didn't realise it was a joke and actually uses it before recording tracks

when he discovers its a meme he thinks its hilarious and makes it his whole personality

stops mid convo with people and makes the face and thinks he's so funny (everyone is tired of it)

orders mcdonald's for everyone and takes the time to draw the face on EVERY chicken nugget and couldn't be prouder of himself

genuinely thinks the song is an actual banger and has it saved as a sample for a potential title track

hyunjin ★ "donatella VERSACE"

only types like THIS 💜 and felix and seungmin are the only ones who get it

chan finds out and secretly changes his name in a groupchat with their managers and staff to "hwang HYUNJIN 💜"

he is tired but donatella is not

his gag christmas present for secret santa is boxers with ms versace herself covering his chocolate starfish and he has a wardrobe malfunction while wearing them at a show and EVERYONE sees

is actually really embarrassed when he has to explain what it means to her and she just nods and tries to smile with all her botox

after this she comments it on all her posts and he accepts that he’s never escaping it

jisung ★ "jiafei 'in my head' remix" (floptropica)

this man is always singing his lungs out in every skz code and somewhere along the way he saw an edit of him with jiafei's vocals in the bg

was actually impressed by her vocal skills and tried to hunt down her ig page, ends up on some fake floptropican fanpage but he doesn't know this because he has minimal survival skills

dms some loser message like "wow your voice is sooooo nice haha...i also like to sing lol...so do you like korean boys haha..."

owner of the jiafei fan account is a stay and thinks this is hilarious and catfishes the hell out of him for WEEKS, sends vocal edits and jisung unironically eats them up, he def sends back vms of him doing vocal covers to impress her

felix hears him singing a jiafei remix one day and almost shits himself laughing, jisung gets angry and defensive until felix reveals that jiafei is literally a meme

realises he's been catfished

blocks the account and gets sulky whenever any floptropican edit pops up on his fyp, but still sings the jiafei remixes quietly to himself (some habits are hard to break)

felix ★ "oi oi oi...baka" (freaky larvae)

recreates it and everyone takes it seriously and he has to make a video telling everyone it was not in fact a thirst trap

breaks up serious arguments like "we need to calm down...you're all being a bunch of...heh...bakas..."

searches it up one day to see if there's any other lore and accidentally discovers a yagami yato audio and gets traumatised

seungmin gets fed up by felix constantly repeating it so he comes up with a master plan and during one of their japan concerts says "oh, felix has been practicing his japanese lately...what's that thing you keep saying?"

i feel like he'd perfect that freaky expression and everyone is sick of him and changbin for randomly using them

picks larva on his turn to choose something for movie night and everyone comically (see what i did there) groans and gets up while he’s just there cracking up

seungmin ★ "saddam hussein hiding spot"

this guy saw a 'saddam hussein hiding spot' comment under jeongin's post and fell down the rabbithole (or rather, the entrance covered in bricks and rubble)

thinks its HILARIOUS because it's a historically accurate meme (nerd!)

definitely whispers it every single time he sees someone or something laying down and everyone is so fed up with it, also gets felix to do the voice since he can imitate it perfectly

uses it as an excuse to randomly start lying down during dance practices and when everyone complains he just says "why am i lowkey serving saddama hussein hiding spot?"

he'd take this shi so seriously like he'd be doing the math to figure out how much time to spend on each app each day so he can make his daily screen time average look like saddam hussein JUST to make the reference

jeongin ★ "that feeling when knee surgery is tomorrow"

someone makes a comment about how they tore their acl and have to get knee surgery and he goes "that feeling when knee surgery is tomorrow" and starts laughing

it wasn't very funny to said someone

probably has to make one of those formal instagram apology posts because of it (he sets the music as the bg for the original post but his manager makes him delete it and post again)

fake falls at practice and when everyone crowds around him all worried he says he feels like he might need knee surgery tomorrow and gets kicked out of the room

pays an insane amount of money to get everyone matching knee surgery knee pads for practice and absolutely loses it every time someone actually needs to use it and has no other choice

posts a fake hospital pic with “do NOT get your knee surgery from shein !!” on his secret account

asks for permission to change his pfp to the grinch and considers outing jyp when he gets told no

[crk-kr-to-en]

For people struggling with getting a grasp on kr smilk's character I highly recommend seeing how Korean fans depict him in fanart and fanfics. I personally haven’t read any fics yet cause I haven’t had the time, but there’s a lot of good Korean artists out there who have a lot of fun with the character, in many cases it could help people who are still struggling a bit with how different he is to the en version

I've always wanted to made a post about this lol. I gathered a couple of links from twt.

Korean fans still depict Shamil as silly, mischievous as well as he is a serious, scary and tragic villain. (They also draw him casually/sober when he's not performing and I love them.)

https://x.com/Elena17253/status/1901191297161183297

^ This post is talking about Shamil's behavior and motives towards Pyuba.

https://x.com/F4D1A6/status/1901163336848277943

^I love this person's Shamil fanarts.

https://x.com/7CCAD4/status/1901983245958562211

^(Funny ShadowVanilla shitpost) Simple context to what they're saying is that the Pyubas surrounding Shamil(he's telling them to fuck off) wants to be his friend, while Shamils surrounding Pyuba is calling him half penny.

https://x.com/NiA_l1l1/status/1901704701756014660

https://x.com/NiA_l1l1/status/1901987704478556388

^Not only the art is cool, they make a lot of posts about Shamil in situations that makes so much sense. They're so enlightening.

https://x.com/madeinchinaxiao/status/1900895363646755008

^(Meme video) I like to watch this for hours and then cry.

^I love how he's depicted from being mischievous to the fact he just killed a guy.

Right to left: (Ah!!! It's been a while since I've been an audience...!!) (Finally...! It's my turn to play an active role!!) (Did you enjoy the stage?) (...Well, I guess I won't be able to listen to the review in this state.)

[dexylloyd]

Hello! Here are some sketches and some of my headcanons!

Nationalities:

Lloyd: Japanese/Chinese/British

Wu, Garmadon and FSM: Japanese/Chinese

Misako: Japanese/British

Kai and Nya: Italian/Vietnamese

Jay: Irish/Korean

Cole: African-American/Indian

Zane: Not having a clear nationality this cutie can be how he wants but I mostly hc them as a person poc

Pixal: The same as Zane but I see her Dad Cyrus as south Korean

Skylor: Irish/American

Morro: Italian/American

Harumi: Japanese

Vania: Tibetan/Nepali

Benthomaar: As much as I love him I really don't have a specific hc for him, I think he would be from the same zones where lemon sharks are!

(the Italians ones are a bit of a meme, because I'm Italian and sometimes I joke about Italian stereotypes, for example: Kai favourite football team is the Neapolitan one lol)

Maybe in another post I will also do sexualities and genders but for this time I don't really have the energy :P

For the other hcs in the pictures:

I headcanon that the FSM putted some kind of mechanics in the humans to identify what is not human. But, well, he and his family are not really humans themselves! So plain mortals can't see their faces and also see some kind of halo on them, to symbolize their "divine" status (none of them knows about it tho).

But there are exceptions:

-Kids before puberty can see them clearly;

-People who have been in contact with supernatural/magical things for a really long time;

-And, the most rare, people who naturally can see them for all their life;

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

random thought i had- so chan's like the biggest ler ever right?? i was just thinking he never teases by saying "is it ticklish~?" like the others do and in that one meme interview the members were talking abt how they treat innie as the maknae. i noticed he said "we hug him, we kiss him, we..." then he trailed off. what if he can't say the t word in english or korean?? that would be so cute!!

say it~

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k

𝙖/𝙣: BAHAHHA SURPRISE BITCHES <3 fic for youuuuu!!~ happy 7th debut anniversary, skz :D, sorry if this is crap bc i still do have a fever URGHHG

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, use of camera, channie is just so cute

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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"Wait, no, no—WAIT! GUYS!" Chan's voice cracked as he struggled against the hands pinning him down. He had no idea how he had gotten into this position, but based on the grins that faced him, it had been set up for some time.

“You all suck so bad,” Chan gritted out, tugging at his arms. They weren’t budging.

“No, hyung,” Jeongin sing-songed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. “We love you. That’s why we’re doing this.”

Chan was about to retort when Jisung wiggled his fingers threateningly over his ribs. The reaction was instant—his stomach clenched, breath hitched, and his entire body tensed.

“Oho, he’s already reacting,” Jisung cackled, nudging Changbin. “We haven’t even touched him yet!”

Chan squeezed his eyes shut, praying for a miracle. He could handle this. He was a grown man. He could—

“Aw, he’s all scrunched up! Like a little worm!” Felix cooed. “Are you ticklish, Channie?”

“Guys—wait, we can talk about this,” Chan tried, already feeling the panic set in as he tugged uselessly at his arms. He could feel his cheeks burning at Felix's comment.

“Nope, no talking,” Minho smirked, settling comfortably beside him. “We all agreed. You work too hard, you stress too much, and we need to remind you how to relax.”

“This is not how relaxation works—!” Chan yelped mid-sentence as a single finger trailed down his exposed side, his whole body jolting.

The chorus of evil little giggles around him made his stomach drop.

“Hyung, you know you can’t fight all of us,” Seungmin said from above, his grip on Chan’s wrists tightening. “So just be good and take your punishment. You know you deserve it.”

“I—I haven’t done anything wrong!” Chan whined, already laughing from nerves alone.

“Oh, you have,” Jisung grinned from beside Minho, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You never take a break, you refuse to let us help you, and—” he leaned in, his lips curving into a slow smirk, “��you get super flustered when we make you say that word.”

Chan’s heart skipped. “W-What word?”

They were evil. Absolute menaces. Because Chan did know what to say. But they also knew that saying it made him want to curl into a ball and disappear.

“Come on, Channie, you know what we’re talking about,” Felix grinned, fingers flexing in the air threateningly. “Your word...you know, the one you hate saying so much but love at the same time?”

Chan's face turned bright red.

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Hyung, are you...embarrassed?”

“I—” Chan struggled, eyes darting from one member to the next, only to realize every single one of them had the same evil look in their eyes.

They knew. They all knew. Of course they knew.

"Why are you doing this to meee—" Chan whined, trying to block out their teasing grins.

“Oh, we’re just doing a little experiment,” Hyunjin drawled, stretching dramatically before wiggling his fingers ominously above Chan’s torso. “You see, our dear leader is always working so hard, always so serious. We think it’s time he lets loose.”

Felix leaned down, voice soft and teasing. “You know what it is, right?~”

Chan clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head violently.

“Nope, not falling for that,” Changbin chuckled, ruffling his hair. “We’re gonna make you say it.”

“A lot,” Jeongin added. "And we all know you love it~"

Chan opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could, ten fingers dug into his ribs at once.

"N-NO!!" Chan screeched. Because of course he wasn't ticklish...

"NAHAHAAHHAA!! THIS IS SO UNFAHAAHAHAHAIR—FUHUHUCK MIHIHIHINHO STOHOHOHOP!!" Channie howled, his arms puling uselessly, his whole body writhing in ticklish agony.

"Ohhh, so cute~" Minho teased, his hands darting down to Channie's hips, while Seungmin moved to his ribs. "Let's tickle him more."

The attack doubled in intensity. Seungmin had found a viciously effective spot just beneath his ribs, while Jisung, ever the little menace, was kneading at his stomach with the practiced skill of someone who knew exactly where to aim. Minho stayed perched on his legs, his fingers lazily kneading into Chan’s hips in slow, agonizing little circles just to make him jump.

"I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAHAHAHANT SAY IT!! OHOMYGOD STAHAHAHAHHAHAAPPP!!!"

“Maybe we should help him out,” Minho hummed, smirking as he leaned in closer. “We’ll say it for you—”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Jisung sang, wiggling his fingers tauntingly over Chan’s stomach.

Chan let out the most humiliated squeak, shoving his head into his bicep as he squirmed away from the many hands tickling every sensitive spot on him.

"IHIHIT'S SO BAHAHAHAHHAHHAD!!" wailed Channie, wiggling, his wide grin stretched across his face as he cackled, his face burning red at the simple thought of that one safeword.

Minho’s fingers latched onto the soft, kneadable skin of Chan's sides, pressing in with devastating precision. At the same time, Jisung and Hyunjin launched a seriously mean, synchronized assault on his underarms, while Seungmin focused solely on his ribs, scribbling his fingers in the absolute worst way. The sensation was overwhelming, setting every nerve in his body alight.

"I CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!!" Chan was dying. He could barely breathe, his stomach ached from laughing so hard, and he was sure his face was as red as a tomato. But he refused—

“Not gonna say it, huh?” Minho mused. “Alright. Boys, finish him.”

It was chaos. Changbin latched onto his hip bones, massaging the sensitive spots with cruel precision. Felix squeezed at his knees, making Chan howl. Jisung wiggled his fingers under his ribs, and Jeongin skittered all ten fingers down his neck.

"I FUHUHUHUCKING HATE YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHALLLL!!!"

Chan twisted desperately, but the laughter was relentless. His body was burning, the sensations unbearable. He tried to resist, tried to endure—

"IHIHIT—IT—"

But then Minho leaned down, lips right next to his ear. “Just say it, Channie.”

That was the final straw. Between the teasing words and the unrelenting tickles, Chan couldn’t take it anymore.

"IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHHAHAD!!" He squeaked, his face burning red as he finally got a break, still giggling as his arms were finally free, shoving away the other hands still poking at the soft spots on his belly.

“Oh,” Minho smirked. “That was adorable.”

Chan was a wrecked mess, sprawled out on the floor, his chest rising and falling with every breathless giggle that still fell from his lips. His cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, and his entire body felt like jelly after the relentless attack. His hands shot up to cover his face as he whined, muffled between his hands.

“I hate you all,” He repeated in a wheeze, but the giggles that still bubbled out of him completely ruined the threat.

The members only laughed at his misery, crowding around him with smug grins.

“Awwhh, Channie hyung, you’re so cute when you’re wrecked~” Seungmin cooed, poking at his ribs just to make him jolt.

“Say it one more time for us, hyung,” Jisung teased. “Come on, just one more tim—”

“NO!” Chan shot up, his hands still firmly pressed over his face as he curled in on himself. “Absolutely not!”

That was when he noticed the devious look on Felix’s face—the way his phone was held up, still aimed directly at him.

Something inside him froze in fear.

“Lixie...” he said slowly, his voice suddenly quiet in a way that made the others snicker. “What…what are you doing?”

Felix beamed, tilting his head innocently. “I just made sure STAYs got to see their precious leader’s adorable cackle fits in real-time.” He said sweetly.

“What?...” Chan’s stomach dropped.

“I posted it to your Bubble~” Felix announced, and Chan’s entire soul left his body.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

The dorm exploded with laughter as Chan let out a screech of pure horror, scrambling for his phone as his notifications exploded with STAY's reactions. His face was burning as he stared at the comments, every single one of them gushing over how cute he was and, worse—how they would never let him live this down.

He groaned and flopped back against the couch, burying his burning face in his hands again as his members poked and prodded at him, still teasing him mercilessly.

Seungmin continued playing the clips at top volume in Chan's ear just to embarrass him, and it worked. Just listening to his cackles rewind again and again made Chan feel like burying himself in a hole and dying.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jeongin grinned. “STAYs love you.”

Chan let out another muffled, utterly humiliated whine, and the members only laughed harder.

[chessboredom]

Watching western CRK fandom fight online is very interesting and annoying at the same time. They attack people for slightest disagreement and all the evidences they bring up to back up their argument are in many cases straight up misinformation. Many parts of their so called "canon lore" is built upon fandom headcanons and mistranslations.

(Like I can't believe some fans actually think cookies represent races and have canon sexualities. Former was debunked by the officials and latter was never mentioned.)

That's why I was surprised when I found your translation blog. Someone actually recognized the translation problem! The translation quality is quite impressive. As a Korean I know my language isn't easy to translate. There are indeed some errors here and there but your works provide a surprisingly accurate translation. I can't help but be amazed by your dedication.

Also I saw how you were complaining about the VAs so I decided to compare KR and EN version. And I must admit while EN ver is very fun to listen to thanks to their various accents and tones.. The Beasts sound a lot like a silly cartoon villain than they do in the KR version. They sound a lot younger than what I imagined especially shadow milk. I think I understand why some prefer the different versions.

Sorry for the long post Chess! Just wanna say keep up your great work!

OMG 😭😭😭 Daghang salamat sa imo!!(Thank you so much!!) This is such an honor to receive compliments from a Korean like you. 🥺

I'm sorry if your experience with the western side of the fandom is quite annoying/harsh considering their unwanted white savior complex towards things that could be solved peacefully. And as a fellow Asian, I want to be the one who could put you into a different perspective.

I respectfully disagree with you on the race part because they are still representing real races and are inspired from many cultures. It is best that not only you but also everyone would recognize them and depict them correctly to give the cultures and the people respect.

Disclaimer for the next parts: This is not to say that you drop your headcanons because I'm sharing information sourced from Korean. They're fictional cookies. Do whatever you want with them forever.

A lot of English speaking fans rely on the Fandom wiki (English version of Namu wiki.) I don't even trust that much it as a source for characters or lore because it came from mistranslations that mistake so much of characters' names, genders and pronouns.

MANY examples:

Credit to @burningcheese-merchant (9 year long fan of crob) for sharing me these information.

Snow Sugar Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned male in Namu wiki.

Angel Cookie has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom wiki, while he's assigned female in Namu wiki.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie's has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

The above left is when Pitaya initially released. They retroactively changed it to erase his pronouns, as shown in the right image, which is the current one.

Longan Dragon Cookie (from CROB) has they/them pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while he is assigned male in Namu wiki.

Snake Fruit Cookie (from CROB) has they/it pronouns found in the Fandom Wiki, while she is assigned female in Namu wiki.

(Westerners threw a tantrum over that.)

Cream Unicorn is a male. There's an interview with the character designer confirming it, talking about how they purposely made him look effeminate as a display/exploration of gender nonconformity. (Source)

(This is so based.) (hungry dog meme) Devsis!! More effeminite men please!!)

Caramel Arrow is Brown Sugar in Korean.

Burnt Cheese is Basque in Korean.

Tea Knight is Ceylon Knight in Korean.

Since Korean version doesn't use pronouns, the Korean language infers gender through context.

Ex:

(Korean version) People mistook Pure Vanilla as a girl because of his looks and voice at first until it was mentioned that he used to be a king, confirming that he is a guy.

(En version already had him with a masculine voice making it obvious.)

Hahaha, I do complain a lot. I'm mostly pissed off about how the En localization team described the characters to the voice actors and also giving them mistranlated scripts, so it was never any of the voice actors fault. They're doing a great job, but they were did dirty. U_U EN Shadow Milk more of a silly clown/walmart Bill Cipher than KR Shadow Milk who is more of real and serious jester making them 2 completely different characters. (My friend who also knows a lot about jesters think that Korean Shamil is also the best characterization of jesters in a while.) Also, the last parts with Korean Burning Spice laughing psychotically as he was being attacked by Golden Cheese is my favorite.

[thoughtsonkm]

Goodbye, for now

BABY? HONEY? BOYFRIEND SHOT? Jikook you're too much!

This episode was truly the best way to end the show, maybe even the best episode of the series. (Neck in neck with episode 2 of course) The way they enjoyed it so much but were also so sad it was over. The hot tension all around, the soft boyfriends mood who can't stop flirting and name calling each other with the most low-key couple-like sweet names. They could not stop laughing, they could not stop touching and they couldn't stop being hilarious without even trying.

~

SK Spotify daily chart end of November 2023 :

Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jungkook Jimin Jimin

~

It would be such a full circle moment if Jimin posted the boyfriend photo (which won't happen). Would almost be like a soft launch of some sort.

Not the underwear too?? Gosh I love my little gay freaks!! (didn't understand why Jimin would quote their 'yet another inner joke meme' right at that moment but I've learned to not question their inner workings)

~

Sorry but i have to be pretty one last time and say that I kinda had enough of seeing so much from the crew around or even in Jikook's shots and angles. It breaks the fourth wall a little too much and ruins the whole bubble idea. Ok I'm done lol

~

Returning to the issue at hand, the "seeing the beds for the first time" scene keeps getting funnier and funnier. As if they don't already have designated sides of the bed 😏

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Ah the never ending bickering gives me life. Peep the half korean half english talk when they playfully get on each others nerves 👀😂

I better not speak on the scuzzi jacuzzi shenanigans cause otherwise.. Let's just say the photo speaks for itself..

NO YOU KNOW WHAT IMMA SPEAK. We all know that jacuzzi time is always intimate, relaxing and personal for people that's why I wish Jikook had enjoyed it fully without cameras. Yes I'm pissed on their behalf, that they had to film the whole thing with 382929 different angles. lol

His face is literally saying "oh so you're really gonna make me do it huh? if I was in your place I would've folded immediately and would've never let you go through with it!!" 😂

~

No one ever:

Jikook every 2sec : HONEY OH HONEY

(I was actually listening to the song while writing this and idk why it's so funny to me even tho it's a sad love ballad)

~

They must've loved getting the chance to at least see one episode of the show, plus the idea of watching it together..

Jungkook being so entertained by it meanwhile Jimin being mortified about half of the things that happened. HILARIOUS

HAHAHHAHAHA all parties were concerned if they'd be able to pull it off, I can't

BEST BELIEVE they're always gonna find a way to touch. Consciously or unconsciously.

~

This show made me realize that my favourite thing ever is Jk making food for Jimin, then making him hysterically laugh and therefore getting to hear Jimin's adorable giggles.

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"Hello it is I the one and only, the only one who can touch Jimin's head ble ble ble ble" - JK

Jk was like: How can you imagine Jimin without me in your dream? Are you crazy? What is this delusional dream world you live in Jin hyung??

~

Tbh it's so meaningful and a huge thing saying that these trips were literally the best trips of your life. I think the statement almost went over people's heads.

I can't get enough of Jimin looking pretty and cuddly and Jungkook's immediate thought being: I HAVE TO FILM YOU

Them saying they can do a reboot when they come back gave me some hope that maybe just maybe this is not the end of AYS 😭

The ending bonus clip left me fulfilled but also sad and with goosebumps all over.

Thank you Jimin & Jungkook for letting us peek into this trip and getting to witness some of your precious moments.

Signing off, J&J 🥹

Ps. So I'm guessing the 52 minute video that comes with the photobook is probably the 3 bts videos combined that they've been reviewing for 48392 months right?

[dunmeshistash]

Hi, so recently there was a dunmeshi signing (?) event with Ryoko Kui in Korea. And I have found some posts from korean fans about their experience and a bunch of illustrations. @Dgae_715 is the acc on twitter i have found most of information from reposts. But basically here are the most relevant facts that I have found (Please note that they may be inaccurate due to me relying on online translator):

A fan asked if post canon Falin will live longer, Ryoko Kui basically answered “maybe so, right?”

The same fan asked if Thistle without desire will able to live happily with the care of others, and as far as I got she said “I hope so”.(Note: I am really not sure if I got this one right at all) The fan themselves said the way Ryoko Kui answered was rather unprepared, so she may not have an answer in mind really on such specific questions.

Another fan asked how Mithrun is in post canon, Ryoko Kui said that he is doing well, working and pursuing hobbies.

Somebody asked Mithruns about strength, he is weaker than a soldier, even though he is got the fighting skills, but he developed them mostly because of his sense of professionalism (?), rather than for fighting.

Past Mithrun didn’t really fight that much, he was mostly an investigator(?), he rarely had to fight in the rear(?) units.

Apparently Falin’s chimera form can get oily, so she repells water a bit

In real life, Marcille would be a med school research student, while Laios would be a “furita” (basically a freelancer with no stable income)

Someone said if Ryoko Kui considered a bad ending for Falin, and Ryoko Kui said she, as an author wanted a happy ending, but in case of Falin, she was worried after the ending (14 volume or later?), but overall she thinks it turned out well. (I think the after the ending refers to her post canon fate, and maybe thats why Ryoko kui did an extra on that specifically later on) 8. Also someone asked if Ryoko Kui would eat the dishes from dunmeshi, and she replied she is a picky eater, and she also said to someone that she drew dishes that she liked and disliked in dunmeshi (I bet she doesnt like fruitcakes).

(Note: There is a 90% chance I got this completely wrong, translator was struggling a LOT here) Someone asked about what Laios is good at, she replied “when he is a party member”. 9. She also likes Lord of the Rings and Wizardly 6(?), and she likes Skip and Loather

When asked about what word definies Laios, she said he is actually a normal/usual person(?). I have lost the post with this specific answer, so I am going by my memory;-;

Some fan showed her that picture with Tennant Chilchuck, she didnt recognise the actor unfortunately. Also apparently this meme originated from Korean dunmeshi fandom???

There were other questions and answers too, but they mostly about Ryoko Kui. And I also may have forgotten to add some;-; Also some fan suggested to Ryoko Kui that Falin in the real life should be a dentist by the way she makes them drool(????I think they meant it in non-sexual manner, like an excited dog), they kind of laughed about it. Also Ryoko Kui drew Falin the most(?) for signing postcards, other characters, and only 5-6 Senshis, 2 Winged Lions

Anonymous asked: The same anon with Korean sign event ask. I knew I forgot something, but basicaly some fan showed Ryoko Kui the day dream picture that most of fandom presumes to be a Chilchuck’s wife and asked if its true, she answered “Its up to your imagination”. So basically neither no or yes

Thank you! I LOVE SKIP AND LOAFER WEEEE

Hopefully we get some more corroborating translations for the bits you're not sure!

[doctorbunny]

More serious summary of the livestream

Unfortunately I can't provide a full translation because the entire time I was watching in autistic excitement like 😊🥰🤩 whilst my brain melted out my ears and didn't pick up on a lot

Luckily, I have a feeling someone will get around to translating this stream eventually since they finally had the BGM on a lower volume so everyone was audible the whole time Without further ado:

We started with introductions seating order is Yamanaka, Yurina (Es' VA), Minami (Amane's VA), Ryouta (Kazui's VA) and DECO (who dyed his hair blonde) They each have one of the 4th anniversary acrylic stands in front of them The actors have their characters but Yamanaka has Haruka and DECO has Muu

Yamanaka admitted to being a Haruka oshi/fan

Then Minami talks about being a Fuuta fan (she calls him cool) and she's handed the Fuuta stand and she pushes the Fuuta and Amane stand next to each other (and jokes about their height difference then imitates Fuuta going zenbu zenbu zenbu!)

But then Yurina sticks her Es stand in between them to separate them

And then they move the Amane stand next to the Kazui one and everyone coos

Before moving Amane and Fuuta back together in front of Minami Then they basically just lift all of the stands up on to the table and continue on

They discuss their thoughts on the trial

Looking at who got voted inno and guilty Minami is happy Amane got inno but has no idea how Mikoto wasn't guilty They note that the audience wasn't very happy with Kotoko for beating up the other prisoners Then they give some thoughts on the MVs from Daisuki to Deep cover They get most excited talking about Cat and Purge March Kazui says that he was able to put the right emotions into Cat because he recorded the voice drama first Yurina and Minami actually caused the microphone to peak with their excited shrieks at one point (ow)

They answer some audience submitted questions One question was answered along the lines of "Be prepared" One was submitted in English and they tried to but couldn't read it Then they got a question (in Japanese) from someone from 韓国/South Korea [side note: I feel like the south korean milgram fandom has gotten more prominent recently, its always been there but it feels bigger than ever and that's pretty cool]

After audience questions they made a few announcements Some things we already knew, the gratte cafe crossover, the Kotoko line stickers, Earbuds are still on sale (and they're making badges and stuff based on the earbud promo art) the 4th anniversary art/acrylici stands literally in front of them Then some new things: Minigram LINE stamps (everyone was especially pleased for the Kazui XP stamp) There's going to be a part 2 to the Karaoke collab (no details yet other than its coming)

They also announce this year's perk for annual members [the pain of being an annual member but living outside of Japan so you can't get these 😭] Blank lamenated cards of the prisoner's interrogations and a whiteboard pen so you can write your own interro questions and answers They bring out the cards for Kazui and Amane and do some examples

"Do you like cake?" "I don't eat it."

"What did you have for lunch today?" "Gyudon." [a beef and rice dish]

Then Minami just writes "Toilet paper" in katakana and everyone laughs (Then she writes Toilet paper rap/lap/wrap and I'm not sure what she means)

Most exciting is script books for the Hallucenation liveshow (scripts of the voice dramas and songs) The live show uses condensed versions of the voice dramas but this is the first time we'll have official transcripts of key moments to help check translations with

Then they start saying that T2 was hellish, but T3 is going to go beyond hell: They're going to send everyone to Super Hell And at this point my brain fries and overloads on eeby deeby memes as they all go back and forth talking about Super Hell

They all start doing their outros/saying goodbye

Yurina talks about upcoming challenges we have as guards meanwhile Yamanaka ominously holds the Haruka stand up in frame

Then that's basically it, not much going on because a lot of stuff (like Hallucenation, the plushes, earbuds) came out right before the 4th anniversary

[punkeropercyjackson]

I want legit Batfam rep.None of that 'Core Four Batboys ft.Girlboss Babs™️' nonesense,i want:

Afrolatino/third gen dominican inmigrant on both parents' side Jason who went to Ethiopia to find his 'real mom' because he discovered he had ethiopian ancestry and that black diaspora trauma took over even with all the connections to his dominicano roots his guardians made sure to give him

5th Robin Duke who gets officially adopted by Bruce at 11 due to Elaine and Doug's Jokerization happening way earlier and is autistic as the cause of his troubled kid status and fem/punk presenting just naturally and runs away from home post a Year One run and ends up getting taken in by The Outlaws as their Robin,most of all Jason(who is also autistic)'s and Jason's Duke's Robin right back

(And a complete overhaul of Rhato 2011 and Rebirth Rhato except Artemis as a member since everything about it except her was layer after layer of bigotry and just poor writing choices)

Blasian/jamaicain-korean Stephanie with a silk press in her early Spoiler days but starting to wear her hair natural as Robin which escalates into butterfly locs and purple hair dye and who's fat because fat black girls deserve to be confident and pastel and fun and smart and punk without masculinization and seen as beautiful without her love interests having to 'learn to love her beyond skin deep' first and also has an addiction to bubble waffles specifically

Butch comphet lesbian Cass with a deeply complicated relathionship to femininity and girlhood she can't even begin to put into words a good deal after she learns how to talk but has a gender journey of learning she dosen't need men to be a woman nor white western femininity or white western masculininty to be a valid lesbian.Also,her employing her tradgoth subculture with her chinese roots too and befriending other easian/woc tradgoths

Transfem4transfem Stephcass consisting of Cass and Stephanie falling in love with eachother's girlhood as much as they do eachother as people and Stephanie as an early egg crack that diy's her own estrogen and gender affirming clothes guiding Cass in transfeminism as both best friendship and a flirting/seduction tactic.Them growing to start a big biofamily too as Cass didn't want bottom surgery

Cherokee on Janet's side Tim and not malicious but white ass ignorant dad Jack that didn't teach him his culture so Tim takes it into his own hands and ends up a long haired skapunk urban eco-activist with a huge collection of shirts with messages/memes that make white people uncomfortable and doning the mantle 'Hawk' as an adult and visiting his mom's reservation in her hometown during Red Robin 2009

Sinti Dick who's Discowing fit takes both Disco and Bollywood influences and talks with his hands all the time and carries around homemade puffed rice candies out of habit of feeding them to his siblings as they grew up and tweaking whenever somebody calls them rice krispie treats and was gifted a rroma flag by Bruce as a 'welcome to the family gift' and jewish/romani solidarity

Kory as an official Batfam member through marriage to Dick and bonding with The Batkids,including Robin!Jason as a massive Starfire fanboy(platonically + not of Wonder Woman.Jason's black,he wouldn't view a white woman as the ultimate form of 'women i look up to'),and Mar'i and Jake as extended Batfam members too

Damian not actually being unknown to Bruce,just a surprisingly by Batfam standards well-kept secret as Bruce and Talia had him unambigiously consensually and it adding juicy angst to their relathionship as it broke Bruce's heart he could not only never see Damian but that Damian couldn't even know he existed for his own childhood safety

Talia as a stepmom who's sort not really dating Batdad but nonetheless treated Jason as her own son in his Robin days and extends it to Robin!Stephanie as an older woc and earns her the title of 'Bird Mom' by the Dead Robins Club.In the meantime,she also took over Lexcorp to turn it into an international solarpunk organization and renamed it 'Taliacorp'

Damian's team aka the All New Teen Titans consisting of an afrolatino Jon,a 6th Robin Maps,Maya,Surren,Colin,Nell,Kathy,Irey,Bobby,Nika,Keli,a transfem Laurel and Tai and mentored by Jason,Adult!Signal!Duke,an even older adult Batwoman!Stephanie and Wonder!Cassie(and even more queer heroes of color!!!)ft.T4T autistic4autistic Damimaps

Black biracial natural redhead Babs who's found siblings with Dick from the get-go and keeps trying to deny her feelings for Dinah not out of internalized lesbophobia but out of emotional constipation and refusal to let her win after all the shameless deliberately embarrasingly flirting she put her through

Bear Jason,midsized Duke and Tim,dad bod Dick,scrawny flatchested narrow-hipped Babs,stocky Damian,boft(buff but soft)Cass

Batgyal Tam given the mantle by Luke post-waking up from her comma and joining the Rhato lineup as an Honorary Outlaw

I just love the Batfam so much,okay?But DC clearly dosen't so they're mine now

[genderkoolaid]

This meme in the South Korean context is explicitly girl-boss-ish in flavor, and very anti-socialist. It's about wealth and achievement and individually breaking the glass ceiling. There's not even a relationship with a movement of revolutionary ambition. It's also very concerning to me that the romanticized version of 4B that many Western feminists seem to have in mind is not paying attention to the ample evidence of queerphobic, transphobic, and homophobic flavors in the various message boards that represent 4B in South Korea.

— Sophie Lewis in "A feminist utopianism" by Tracy Clark-Flory

[drvirgus]

Visit from Australia

Idol! Hanni X non Idol! Reader

Description: Y/n and Hanni are childhood best friends who have always had a crush on each other. Y/n visited Hanni in Korea during the holidays and got to know the other NewJeans members.

One Shot

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Tired, I yawned once. My hand on my suitcase as I retrieved it from the baggage carousel and sighed contentedly. In my left hand, I held the bag with the bread tightly, and with my right hand, I now tried to find the exit. I bit my lip as I concentrated hard on reading the Korean characters.

I would be moving here within the next year. What I just experienced was, of course, only a vacation for me, but it was also a kind of preparation. After all, I would now spend exactly 2 months here and, of course, immediately get a passport and everything else that was necessary.

Smiling, as I would soon see my best friend again. Pham Hanni, one of the NewJeans members. I know it's really hard to believe, but it was true. We had met at the age of 2 at the playground. Back then, I had destroyed Hanni's sandcastle, making her cry. This seemed to genuinely bother me back then, which is why I built a new one with her.

Although exactly 2 years separated us, it never really bothered us. We were always together. Except when she left to travel to Korea. The farewell at the airport was tough. I had never cried so much in my life. But that was understandable, right? The person with whom I spent every single second daily was leaving me.

Fortunately, we kept in touch. We had FaceTime calls from time to time and also chatted about some memes on Instagram. Of course, Hanni also visited her family during the holidays, so we met several times there. Unfortunately, saying goodbye was always and always difficult.

Maybe that convinced me to move to Korea?

I had applied to one of the universities just for fun and with the expectation of being rejected, but I got accepted. I was really accepted...

"Y/n"

With a furrowed brow, I looked around, but I only recognized one person wildly waving at me. The person wore a cap and a mask that completely covered their face. Beside them stood a slightly taller man in a suit. A smile formed on my face as I recognized the bracelet on her wrist.

Hanni.

Grinning broadly, almost running, I now approached the younger one. My arms immediately wrapped around the hips of the equally-sized person, lifting her up. Her laughter was unmistakable. "I missed you so much," I said in English as I gently placed the younger one back on the ground. The man next to us scrutinized me thoroughly, seemingly with some kind of earpiece in his ear.

Hanni grabbed my hand as I noticed the mask on her face lifted slightly, apparently smiling, as her eyes also turned into slits. I couldn't suppress my own smile. I grabbed my suitcase, which the man in the suit promptly took from me. I tried to protest, but the man shook his head stubbornly.

"Forget it. He won't give in," Hanni said, lightly laughing as she practically clung to my arm. Together, we headed to the car and sat in the back immediately. As the door closed, Hanni took off her cap and mask, placing them on her lap.

"So? How was the flight?" the younger one asked, turning more towards me. Smirking, I leaned towards her, widening Hanni's eyes. My hand grabbed her seatbelt, pulling it towards me to buckle her up. "Pretty good. There was an older woman next to me, and we played cards and talked almost the entire flight. She told me a lot about Korea," I replied as I now fastened my own seatbelt.

"And how's your Korean?" Hanni asked, slightly laughing as she switched to the language. Her eyes sparkled challengingly. "Your mother told me you're studying day and night for it," Hanni said in Korean, and I nodded. Nervously, I began to fidget with my fingers.

"Yeah. My Korean has definitely improved, especially since I focused on understanding and speaking first. But I can hardly read and can't write at all," I confessed, feeling a bit embarrassed, which made Hanni joyfully clap her hands. Overjoyed, the younger one stared at me, saying, "I'll help you. Don't worry," as her hand landed on mine.

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Smirking, I looked around with my phone in hand as I stared at the message from my best friend. Apparently, a really tall woman with a baby face would be waiting for me at the entrance. The description was quite questionable, but I still scanned the area. My eyebrows raised as I noticed someone fitting that description.

So, I headed towards the person who absentmindedly kicked her foot against a rather old and stuck piece of gum on the pavement, seemingly trying to loosen it. "Hyein?" I asked as I approached the taller figure. Almost immediately, her eyes shot to me. Without saying a word, she pulled out her phone and seemed to be comparing something.

"Uh. I'm Y/n," I said, smiling slightly and probably a bit nervously. Hyein's eyes immediately lit up, and she quickly stashed her phone in her pocket. Almost instantly, she bowed deeply, and I did the same in return. "Unnie," the younger one said, gesturing with her hand, which honestly looked like sign language, for me to follow her.

I followed her lead, and she guided me through the HYBE building. With wide eyes, I admired my surroundings. Upon reaching a room, the music stopped, and I noticed four pairs of eyes turning towards us. A smile formed on my face as Hanni, like a little bunny, jumped towards me.

Her arms immediately wrapped around my neck, making me chuckle. I hugged her back, but I soon pulled away to bow slightly in front of the others. "Hello. I'm Y/n," I introduced myself in Korean, which prompted Hyein to open her mouth.

"You can speak Korean?" she asked, probably because I had just introduced myself in English moments ago. "I spent the entire journey thinking about what exactly I can say in English," Hyein said, now laughing lightly, her body relaxing. This made me laugh too.

My hand on Hanni's hip while her arm was still wrapped around my neck. Danielle squealed, "Hanni has told us so much about you. Nice to finally meet you," the slightly taller one exclaimed joyfully as she jumped on the spot. Surprised by the younger one, I chuckled.

"Let me introduce everyone. This is Hyein and Haerin," the black-haired one said with a smile, pointing with her hand to each respective person. Hyein immediately flashed me a peace sign, while Haerin simply nodded at me. "This is Danielle, and I'm Minji," she finally concluded the introduction.

"Well, I don't want to seem intrusive, but I already knew that," I said, laughing lightly. "Y/n is a bunny," Hanni announced with a broad grin. Haerin smirked as her eyebrow raised, "Who's your bias?" she asked, making Hanni snort. Confidently running her hand through her hair, Hanni said, "Of course, it's me. Who else?" This made me laugh a bit.

Haerin smiled, "Is that so?" she asked as her eyes landed on me. I immediately let go of the younger one's hip, causing her to look at me with wide eyes. "Well, I don't want to flirt here," I said, laughing lightly, sparking even more curiosity from the others. "But Minji," I started, but the words got stuck in my throat. "Wow," I simply said.

Minji laughed flattered as she provocatively looked at Hanni. She immediately stuck her tongue out, "Then I'll just be her number 2!" Hanni declared, but I just hissed as I looked to the side. My best friend looked at me incredulously, "Haerin," I said defeated, which made Haerin burst into laughter.

"But enough of that. How about we go grab something to eat?" Danielle suggested, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled and agreed immediately. However, Hanni seemed to be in no mood anymore. She even put some distance between us...

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Laughing, I turned my head towards Hanni as Minji said something quite funny. The others just rolled their eyes, but I honestly found it amusing. I loved Dad jokes, and Minji told quite a few. Unfortunately, my smile faded as I saw my best friend simply poking at her food.

"Hanni?" I asked, concerned. The younger one sighed and looked at me, her eyes narrowed and her face angrily contorted. "What?" she asked, annoyed. I blinked, confused, my mouth slightly open as I analyzed the expression on the younger one's face.

Lips pressed together.

Forehead wrinkled.

Eyes narrowed.

Jaw tense.

"Why are you angry?" I asked quietly, so the others wouldn't notice. Hanni snorted, "Oh, now you're giving me attention?" she asked, confusing me even more. Now, my forehead furrowed too, "Uh," I started, but Hanni just sighed as she rolled her eyes. She snorted, "Forget it, Y/n."

The rest of the meal was the same. Hanni didn't engage in any conversation and just continued poking at her food. The others talked to me, and, of course, I responded. But I was nervous. My head was racing like crazy.

What did I do wrong?

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Uncertainly, my hands fidgeted together. Somehow, they had all managed to invite me to their homes. How could I say no when Hyein looked at me with those puppy eyes, Minji insisted, and even Haerin requested it. Danielle just looked at me hopefully.

The only problem, however, was Hanni. She started ignoring me, even though I primarily came to Korea because of her. Was that possibly a mistake?

"Here," I heard Minji say as she handed me a glass of water. Smiling, I immediately took it and sipped from my glass. Hanni sat next to me, but she leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. This only made me even more nervous. "Hanni," Minji said now. The taller one took a deep breath as she looked at my best friend.

"Why don't you show Y/n your room?" Minji suggested, her eyebrows raising expectantly. Almost immediately, Haerin nodded her head. "And also, sort out whatever's going on between you two," the cat-like woman said, pointing with her index finger between Hanni and me.

Expectantly, I looked at my best friend, who stared at me stoically. A sigh escaped her lips as she got up from the couch. She briefly looked at me from over her shoulder and then walked away. My eyebrows raised, and with a sudden movement, I stood up from the couch and followed my best friend. My hands still intertwined.

Hanni opened one of the doors. "Here. My room," she monotoned as she watched me enter her room. My eyes widened in amazement, and my mouth opened as I saw the view. The Han River right in front of her balcony. But something bothered me.

"What's your problem, Hanni?" I asked now as my eyes lingered on her. Hanni looked at me for a long while. "Nothing," she answered annoyed as she rolled her eyes. Almost immediately, my jaw tensed. I was really fed up. "I'm here because of you! But... you're treating me as if I'm not even here," I started, waving my hands through the air while talking. "If that's the case, I might as well go back to Australia," I finished my sentence.

Hanni snorted, her hands on her hips. The younger one closed her door; she knew our voices would rise. That was always the case when we argued. "Because of me?! You don't even believe that yourself," the younger one said mockingly, her forehead furrowing. "If you were here because of me, you wouldn't have flirted with Minji like that!" she responded, visibly annoyed and angry.

Astonished, I sighed this time. "Are you serious? Flirted? I wasn't flirting!" I retorted, but Hanni rolled her eyes in disbelief. Her small hands clenched into fists. "I saw it, you know," she replied, mimicking my gestures. Of course, she exaggerated.

"You can't even talk! You're in a relationship, so why do you care if I flirt?" I screamed now, my face completely red. But now Hanni paused. She looked at me questioningly, and her tense shoulders relaxed. "What do you mean? I'm not in a relationship," the younger one replied calmer, approaching me a bit.

The words got stuck in my throat as I noticed how calm Hanni had become. Almost immediately, I bit my lip as I looked away. I needed to calm down before I said something I would regret.

"Y/n? Did you flirt with Minji?" she asked now, making me look at her. My eyes widened, "Were you... distant because of that?" I asked now, a goosebump slowly forming on my arms. But Hanni expected an answer, "I... No. I didn't flirt. At least not consciously," I answered now, and my best friend nodded.

"Were you jealous when you heard that I might be in a relationship?" she asked again, and almost immediately, a deep red blush appeared on my cheeks. I hesitated as I looked at our hands, "I- well... uh," I started, visibly nervous. The anger was gone, which made Hanni smile a bit, "I was jealous," she confessed, and my eyes widened.

"The thought that you might prefer one of my members over me... that you would enter a relationship with Minji," the younger one said, and my eyes widened.

She didn't mean it romantically...

Somewhat sad about what I heard, I started to laugh. I looked away once again. I had always been in love with my best friend... I didn't know exactly when it started. Maybe I had always loved her? But at some point, I began to think about her... differently than a best friend should.

"The thought that you would love someone else more than me," Hanni said now, making my eyes shoot back to her. Hanni chuckled thanks to my expression, "I love you, Y/n," the younger one said, leaving my mouth open. I hesitated as I had to register the words in my head.

"I, uh. I love you. Well, you, Hanni. I- wait. what?"

Hanni laughed because of my stuttering. Her hand on my neck as she connected our lips. My eyes widened, but I relaxed after a short while. Feeling her lips on mine, not as a daydream, was a blessing!

My hands wandered to her hips as I slowly let myself fall into the kiss. Hanni smiled as she gently pulled away from me, "Why didn't you ever... why didn't you ever tell me what you feel for me?" the same-height person asked as she looked at me with curious eyes. I swallowed down the nervousness, "Because... we're friends... I didn't want-" I started, but Hanni nodded with her head.

"I understand. This could have gone 50% wrong just now. Luckily, I know you so well," Hanni said, slightly laughing as her fingers slowly wandered from my neck into my hair. The sweet smile glued to her face. I snorted amused, "Thank goodness," I whispered in agreement.

"So. Are you finally going to kiss me, Y/n?" the younger one asked now, probably chuckling because of my bright red face. Nervously, I laughed, "Yes," I whispered only in response as I pressed my lips against hers.

"What's going on?"

"Let me see too?"

"And?"

"They're kissing."

"Did Hanni finally confess?"

"Finally. I couldn't stand the gushing about Y/n anymore."

"Keep it down, or they might hear us."

"Who's the top, and who's the bottom?"

"Hyein!"

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hi, first of all I wanted to say that I really appreciate your blog. Your political ramblings are always fun to read and still have the seriousness they deserve and I particularly like that you reference your sources, images and so on.

I did want to ask about those sources: how do you find them? Just a general internet search about a theme? Or some journals you read regularly (keeping in mind that medias have to be read with the context in mind of course) maybe even other blogs?

thank you and in any case I wish you to have a lovely day!

Hello! Thank you so much, this is so kind! Political blogging is something that just sort of happens to me. I never mean to do it. I'm glad others enjoy it anyway

Sources: so, there's a mix. I think I might have mentioned this before, back in the midst of Clownfall, but my husband is a Doctor Who nerd who, many years ago before social media was really much of a thing, joined a Doctor Who mailing list. There, he met many other nerds, and became friends with them.

They were a bit older than him, so grew up and got jobs and that before he did. Some of them became legit Doctor Who writers, like Paul Magrs and Lance Parkinson; but others, crucially, became political journalists. These people are now among the top political journalists in the land, so Steff gets tremendous amounts of news from them; previously on Twitter, and now on Bluesky, he therefore gets to see a lot of the headlines and memes and the like as they happen.

But, yes, a lot of it is also Google searching and hunting down sources that are as reliable as I can get them. I have a fair bit of professional practice at that part. A big thing is that modern newspapers often link back to previous articles about events that built up to whatever scandal you're researching, which is very helpful for making sure you get the background before you jump in; I also like cross-referencing between two or three reliable publications to see what details are generally agreed, and then making sure to link to the specific sources for anything that's only popping up once.

In my case, I also write these to be a bit funny? So that they're readable by people who are otherwise turned off by the dry wall of text presented by traditional politics reporting. So, I also amass a collection of memes and things by (a) getting my husband to save any he likes on Bluesky, and (b) checking the outputs of political comedians to see if they've produced anything fun. I got a LOT of mileage out of Michael Spicer's the Room Next Door sketches when trying to illustrate what various UK politicians were like.

In the case of yesterday's Korean martial law post, that was a bit trickier than normal because primary sources were obviously Korean (in which I can only say hello, yes, no, thank you, sorry, wow, and amazing). So, I did more cross-referencing than usual. If I could find three agreeing on a fact, I chucked it in (insofar as that was possible) - the times where that wasn't an option, I tried to include photo or video. But also, that was a broader strokes post than I'd normally do. In terms of the speed of development and the twists and turns that developed, it was possibly equivalent to Liz Truss' fracking vote? Which, if you compare the two, way more detail went into Truss because I was much surer of the sources. And, of course, that one was about my own country's political meltdown; I knew more already.

Anyway, I hope that answers your question. Have a great day!