#and it just ... shouldn't be that hard to love your own goddamn mother

[latibvles]

15 from the soft prompts with Willie/Brady?

YOUR HANDS ARE HEAVEN.

this one got longer than I planned for it to be so here's a read more (and it may go on AO3 after further editing/or maybe a little more in terms of length? who's to say. anyways—)

—

JUNE, 1944

Have you ever read The Odyssey? Sometimes I wonder if this is how Penelope felt waiting in Ithaca for Odysseus to return home. Waiting by the window, forlorn expression, keeping an eye on the sea. I promise there are no overly-pushy suitors waiting for me to pick a husband, but if there was, would that make you come back to me a little quicker?

All of that to say, I miss you. I don't like this kind of quiet. I prefer yours.

All my love, Wilhelmina

—

AUGUST, 1945

Her palms are slick with sweat by the time she pulls up to the house — after three laps around the neighborhood, hoping the repetition of it will help her think of something to say.

Unsurprisingly, her word bank is still empty.

There's a brief thought there, that she shouldn't have come at all. Maybe she should've stayed home, waited for him to come to her. I've spent the whole goddamn war waiting, she huffs almost indignantly, glancing at her face in the rear view mirror. She tucks a curl back into place, jaw set, trying to find the courage for what feels like the fifteenth time. How she was able to fly planes but is now drawing the line at ringing a doorbell is beyond her.

If he didn't want to see her, he wouldn't have written her back. Or he would've kept where he was staying to himself. He wouldn't have laid out in plain terms that it was just to figure out back pay, that he still wanted all the same things they'd talked about for the entirety of his imprisonment: a house somewhere nice, and a steady job.

She always needed to see him in order to know that he was okay. It's been that way since he nearly flew into occupied France.

Willie sighs, wiping her hands on her skirt and eyeing herself in the rear view mirror once again. She's certain she looked odd, breezing past the counter at the gas station and bee-lining into the bathroom to see what damage a nearly four-hour car ride had done to her. Leaving again without a word, with the creases in her uniform mostly smoothed out and doing what she could with the unruly curling flyaways.

Not much she could do about it now. Her chest tightens with a weird yearning for the times when Fern and June could turn their Nissen Hut into a damn salon.

She swallows hard as she forces herself out of the car and up the neat, paved path to the front door. The flowers and shrubs are all well-kept and neatly aligned beneath the windows, and she braces herself before using the ornate metal door-knocker.

It feels like the longest two minutes of Willie's life. Longer than the wait when they'd taxi on the runway before takeoff.

The first thing she notices about the woman is her eyes — because they're John's eyes, or rather, John has her eyes. That blue that Willie could never quite capture with colored pencils. Her hair is a warm brown and pulled from her gracefully-aged face that reminds her of her own mother's: crows feet and smile lines, a few grays streaking her hair. She has an apron on, over her pale yellow dress.

"Hello?" Just the confused nature of her tone makes heat race up Willie's neck, and she has half a mind to bolt. She doesn't though.

"I-I'm uh…" she's faltering here. "Wilhelmina." Mrs. Brady's brows raise up towards her hairline. Willie's mouth feels dry. "I'm John's…" Had he mentioned her? How was she meant to do this. Her parents knew who he was, what he meant to her. Hell, her mother knew it before she did — embarrassingly enough.

It takes a minute for the recognition to settle into her world-worn features.

"Oh…Oh! Willie! He didn't mention you were visiting. Please, come in!" She breaks out into a smile, effortlessly warm as she moves out of the way. Still, Willie hesitates before stepping into the space entirely.

She doesn't know what she expected, and yet it's exactly what she was expecting. A couple candles on the mantle on the fireplace, a few pictures of little boys with strikingly similar faces, hung up on the walls. It's quiet, homey, shoes lined up by the door and Willie looks back at Mrs. Brady, self-conscious again.

"Do you want me to..?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

She's toeing off her shoes, leaving her in socks on spotless wooden floors as Mrs. Brady urges her to sit on their floral couches, assuring her that she'll go get him before making her way up the stairs a little further down the hallway, that breaks off the living room.

Her knee is bouncing restlessly as she tries to grapple with herself, breathing in and out and counting the seconds it takes to do each. Five in, five out, she's gripping the end of her skirt to keep from picking at her hands, which after two years overseas, have finally started to heal.

She hears footsteps making their way down the stairs, has half a mind to thank Mrs. Brady for her time and to just tell John she stopped by, but she doesn't get the chance.

"Willie?"

Her gaze snaps up to meet his. He's so much thinner than when she last saw him, when she was laying in that hospital bed half-awake and he'd seared a kiss to the spot between her brows, murmuring that he'd be back tomorrow, after the mission. That he'd bring her sketchbook, too. That he loved her. He'd said that too and she'd been too tired and incoherent to say it back.

Willie stands up, nearly smacking her knees against the coffee table.

"Hi, John," she manages a smile, even though her throat's closing up something fierce.

"You… you came? I mean— you—"

"Yeah," Willie sniffs, her eyes stinging. She laughs a little, a wet sound. "Yeah I did. I— I missed you."

They're staring at each other now. There's a shine to his eyes that she can see even from here, and it almost reminds her of Regensburg. That boyishness that overtakes him and takes years off his face, makes him look innocent and soft and unmarred by everything around them.

She's crossing the threshold after that without another word, arms looping around his middle and he practically hunches over, squeezing tight. She can feel him burying his face in the crook of her neck, can feel how they're both shaking bad. And she can't help but laugh into his shoulder, into the wool sweater he's wearing that's scratchy in the way all things made with love are.

He's so skinny and yet so warm and alive. She doesn't know who starts crying into the other person first, him or her, but it doesn't matter now.

"I had to see you," she manages through fabric and sniffles. "I had to know you were—"

"I know," he assures, squeezing like she might dissolve if he doesn't hang on tight. "I'm- I'm okay now."

There's that addendum. Okay now, like he wasn't before. And she has half a mind to ask if it's because of her here now. But he lifts his head from where he'd been hiding in the crook of her neck to kiss her temple. The soft affection is so familiar that she's painfully aware of just how long she's gone without it, without him. His gaze falls to the oak leaves on her collar. His smile just grows — bright and warm and lighting up the impossible blue of his eyes.

"You're staying for dinner, right?"

Damn the first impression it may make, she's grabbing his face to kiss him instead of entertaining that with an answer.

[theodoraflowerday]

young royals s3e5 episode reaction:

well I really hope the cliffhanger isn't horrifying bc this week is gonna be really fucking long

let's fuckin do this

"tired" and it's just him contending w the fact that erik might have been violently homophobic

i can excuse [rolls down a 6ft long papyrus] but I draw the line at being racist - august, probably

"family" LMFAO sure dumbass

seriously those girls are acting like sara and felice broke up (and I get it, friendship breakups are horrifying but damn)

"are you on something?" MY LITERAL FIRST QUESTION SKFISJFKSJFKDJF

I feel like micke is gonna die. idk.

his own letter? why?

oh. hello ludwig. i forgot what your voice sounded like.

"it's hard for her to show weakness" yeah well so it is for all of us. be a mother. show up for your son.

naaaaaaaaaaa volvete serio ludwig

wdym he was perfect. are you serious. do no adults in this show have the slightest bit of common sense?? you're talking to erik's spare my man. erik's little brother who now has to take on everything erik had to do. be the most fuckin for real rn

of fucking COURSE

"it'll be nice to celebrate you. and to meet simon too" ok that was sweet.

yeah wille being in the choir was starting to feel too weird skfjdkfjd

okay? calm your tits my man? simon hasn't said anything?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? HE'S LITERALLY DEFENDING ERIK?????????

oooooookay kristina jr.

ohhhh it was sara's locker. ok.

oh micke is dead isn't he

FELICE DOING WILLE'S NAILS AAAAAA

HE'S PAINTING THEM PURPLE SOULMATISM

also is this the writers acknowledging the nonbinary wille headcanons bc.......

I can't believe wille likes doing his nails. that's so fuckin nonbinary of him.

god I wish micke had been dead. that is SO much worse.

pls don't get into a car crash sara

linda honey no. it doesn't fit him perfectly it's goddamn huge on him.

love shouldn't be this hard I agree linda

oh fuck me

oh her little face sara no

oh sara is breaking my goddamn heart

WILLE'S PURPLE NAILS

wilhelm, why do you have nail polish remover in your room

MI WILLE I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY BRAINS OUT

omg malin was willing to be bribed. back to fanon malin we go (after the shit show that was season 2)

WHY IS HE WEARING THE PYJAMA PANTS AGAIN SIMON

okay this is killing me inside. this is too much.

BECAUSE THERE'S A RISK OF POISONING SJFKDJFKJFDKFJDKFKFKFKDLRK

simon's FACE im

SHE CURTSIED @ SIMON

I know he must have felt disgusting sjfkdjfk

after pretty much 3 years of a polar opposite fanon interpretation I cannot *believe* I'm witnessing kristina and ludwig being genuinely happy about meeting simon. this is so insane

august are you staring at sara's boobs

oh a rolex

OH IS IT BECAUSE OF ERIK

IT IS BECAUSE OF ERIK OG FUCKKKKK

I missed sara and felice I'm ngl. I love my tiny baby girls

oh kristina is about to throw up isn't she lmfao

ludwig is being weirdly nice. this is so strange.

ludwig and simon chatting away while kristina is about to choke and die

hold on. IS kristina gonna die?

even during wille's birthday they can't stop yapping about erik. my god do royals genuinely only care about their firstborn? god

NOT DILF HUNTER SJROSUFOSIDOD

class bad boy slfjdlgj I think they had to have done that on purpose. I mean vincent didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving him another award. I can assure you.

august is such a *sad* character oh my god

I WISH I HAD DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU NAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW

oh of course she kissed him.

WHAT A SNITCH WTF

im

"please don't leave me alone with your parents like that again" honestly wille they could've eaten him alive

my god wilhelm you're being SO NASTY

OH HE'S GOING OFFF

oh ldkgldjgldjfldjffl

I can ASSURE YOU during my s2 liveblogging at one point I basically wrote "[points at ludwig] AND YOU" bc i was so fucking done with his bullshit skrjdlrkdlrkld

to hear wille going AND *YOU* is fucking sending me help

IT ISN'T EASY TO BE BOTH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BOSS OH FUCK OFF KRISTINA

I NOTICED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO USELESS AT BOTH HOLY FUCKING SWEET JESUS CHRIST

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD

me rn:

my god this is the most cathartic shit I've seen in my life

OH AND SIMON IS WATCHING THE WHOLE THING

god

I knew the cliffhanger was gonna be that

but I didn't expect them to cry like that nor did I expect ME to cry like that

bro I'm sobbing I can't wait another week

[sea-salted-wolverine]

I do enjoy being updated on evolving situations. I have dropped everything and done an emergency 14 hour nonstop road trip to help mitigate the emergency situation. I have led an honest-to-God ad hoc group therapy session with a bunch of strangers in my childhood bedroom because they ran out of places to cry in the house. (To this day, worst house party I have ever been to)

I understand the urge to lean on other people. But just because the right wing fanatics got ahold of the words 'self-reliance' doesn't mean that you are exempt from processing your own goddamn feelings.

Lucky for me, I am good at emotional labor. It is easy for me. I can process other people's feelings for them. I shouldn't have to.

Are you irritated with the pest control man for being rude to your mother? Are you irritated with your mother for allowing her house to be infested with squirrels? Are you irritated with yourself for not taking enough care of your mother and her house?

Yes, you are irritated with the pest control man because you love your mother. Yes, you are irritated with your mother because she's getting old and can't take care of her houses she could because the passage of time and mortality is scary. Yes, you are irritated with yourself for not taking care of your mother because you perceive this as a failure despite the fact that you are literally in a different state.

See, look, Questions, Answers, not that hard. Go check the attic.

There are days I feel like I am definitely the last person in my real life social circle who values even the concept of privacy. And I really hope that this does not come around to bite everyone in the ass because when it does I will not be graceful about it.

[dragontamer-nia]

Max [Parental figures and fighting spirits]

Max and Judy Mizuhara 

Max Mizuhara is the child of two very different people. 

On one hand, we have Taro Mizuhara: a cheerful and friendly man who lives a simple life, owns a little hobby shop, and has taken a passion for a kids' game which requires a certain degree of technical knowledge. He's basically a mechanic, he has a rather small but very functional training ground in the basement of his shop, and he encourages Max to do his best, but most importantly to have fun with his friends. 

On the other hand, we have Judy Mizuhara: an ambitious, strong-willed woman, whose research and abilities have made her rise from the already prestigious position of university professor to the director of the most important and reputable research centre for beyblades, where she has all the resources, funds and technology she could ever need to work with at her disposal. We know the PPB is held in such high regard that her role requires her to answer directly to the goddamn Secretary of State. 

And… Taro and Judy love Max. However, while all we can gather about Taro's opinion on this whole "taking beyblade seriously and winning the world championship" thing is that he supports Max because he wants to see him happy, we know exactly what Judy thinks. 

She thinks Max doesn't have what it takes to be a champion. 

Max's crisis is, in a way, the opposite of Rei's: while Rei at one point already had everyone believing in him, and had to prove that the his actions are atypical but ultimately right, Max has to prove that he is worth believing in because the way he is is right; and that his fighting spirit is just as tough and resilient as everyone else's in this field, if not even more so than most, but his friendly, kind and bubbly personality throws people off. 

And the fact that, of all people, it's his own mother who rejects him almost crushes him. Judy loved him when he was just her fun, adorable child, but when he dared try and assert himself as a person with dreams and a fighting spirit, suddenly she turns her back on him. 

Worse yet, Judy has new children in America. Kids she personally chose as the best in the whole US. Kids who lived and breathed to follow whatever she said. Kids who are very explicitly competitive, who are sports prodigies and know it, who parade around wearing their sports' uniform like a badge of honour, knowing that they're just so much better than anyone else that they're backed up by the effin government... and people love them. They are stars, they are heroes. And so, people shower the All Starz with admiration and attention, and the All Starz love the glory Judy has granted them, and Judy loves them in return and supports them. 

Of course, not only has Max to deal with whatever is going on with his mother's behaviour, not only has he to endure his mom's new, arrogant kids, he also has to face their feelings of jealousy: after all, he is the coach's actual son. And he's a nobody. This is Max, the son of their beloved coach? He's weak, right? Not a trace of ambition, no competitiveness at all, only smiles and "lEt'S bE NiCe tO eAcH oThEr". Why does Judy love this guy? 

Poor Max is having the worst time of his life as the finals for the A block approach, and the night before the finals Kyouju bluntly tells him that he shouldn't fight at all in the coming matches. "They have your data," he says. "They don't have Kai's data," they all say. Max knows what's up: his own team is starting to believe in the All Starz, they are starting to lose faith in him too. What is his team thinking? Would the PPB not have taken his data, had he been stronger, had he been like Kai? They, his own team, his friends, think that even giving Max a mere chance at proving them all wrong would jeopardize their chances of reaching the world's finals, and they’re not willing to take that risk. 

Max is not the type to lash out at people and impose his own world view onto others, as Takao would, but he knows this is an injustice, he knows he doesn't deserve this treatment. Max storms off, leaving the rest of the team appalled: clearly, no one expected nice, friendly Max to react so strongly. They do eventually change their minds after the team finally understands just how badly he needs to. 

Because, after running on the roof of the hotel to get a bit of fresh air… Max finds his mother there. 

Judy thinks she's being objective, because that's what she's used to as a scientist: research is based on numbers, and numbers tell her that Max truly doesn't have a chance. But she's also a professional, and the spot she was put into requires her to not help her own son at all. She can do absolutely nothing but accept that Max is bound to lose, and Max has got to understand this as soon as possible.

Judy knows what it takes to rise to the top, because she has done it. Cold and merciless, ambitious and strong-willed, tough and resilient: she is a champion, in her own way. And she didn’t obtain the most prestigiuos position in her field by being nice; this is why, when choosing the players who would represent the US in the world tournament, she selected kids with a competitive background, who are capable of being cold and merciless when required. And now that her own son is competing against the PPB, a big machine that receives all the funding they need, a whole building full with equipment and any machine they could possibly think of to study their opponents, gather data, prepare a strategy, keep their bladers in top condition… she doesn’t want Max to even try and enter this ruthless race to the top. He is nice, and she accepts it and loves him for it, but... he’s too nice to survive in this world.

I think Judy is the one who chose this role for herself. She knows Taro. She knows she has to be the realistic and disillusioned parent to balance him out, because Taro is just so carefree and happy, with no trace of ambition or fighting spirit, and Max is just like Taro. 

Except… 

This is why the necklace is important. 

Max's fighting spirit doesn't just derive from the fact that he wants to prove his own progresses to Judy. He quite literally inherited his mother's fighting spirit. Max is just as ambitious and strong-willed, Max is just as tough and resilient. Who decided that someone cocky like Michael, or cold and merciless like Judy, is clearly inherently stronger than someone like Max? Max is having none of this shit, and he's having none of this shit as nicely as he can, because he will not bend: Max is not worth believing in even though he's nice and friendly; Max is worth believing in because he's nice and friendly, and it's perfectly fine, thank you. 

And Max proves that Judy was wrong about him, he proves that everyone was wrong about him, and the moment he does, the moment he finally wins against Michael and secures the path to the finals… 

He's just happy. 

At this point, Max would have every reason to brag. He'd be justified to take the spotlight, flip the bird to the All Starz - the kids who really thought the BBA guys were just a bunch of noobs - and laugh right at their dumbstruck faces. 

But the thought of doing so doesn't even cross his mind. He smiles and he's happy, and his team is happy for him, and they all celebrate the fact that Max has won. 

On the other side of the stadium, Judy is forced to face a hard truth that she, deep down, had always known: there's no number understandable by a computer that can describe how fucking stubborn and creative the both of them can become to reach the goals they have set for themselves. 

As she smiles at her own blindness, she walks to Max to congratulate him, and as Judy recognizes and owns her mistake, Max simply smiles and lets it all go, water under the bridge. Because that's who Max is.

The fact that, at some point, someone in the production crew decided to include Kyouju openly glaring at Judy in this fundamental shot is very telling in my opinion LOL

[221bshrlocked]

That picture, I'm-Javier staring at you like that while you're reviewing his paperwork or something. And giving him a hard time is fun. 😏😏 "You gonna keep staring, Pena?? You could at least make it worth my while. The desk is made of metal so it shouldn't break."

yall are horny and you’re making me even hornier and I’m over here working on my next angsty/smutty Mando fic and you’re breaking my train of thoughts and now I have to write something with this because ughhhh

Looking at the clock behind you, you sighed heavily before rubbing your eyes and shutting the folder in your hands before standing up and shoving as many papers in your bag as possible. Just as you were about to call it a night, you heard three knocks at your door and instantly knew who was probably staying as late as you.

“Jesus Christ, come in Peña.” You threw your bag on the desk and walked around to your chair, sighing heavily and sitting down just as Javier entered your office.

He took one look at the expression you were throwing him and realized you were probably just planning on leaving.

“You have a minute?” You almost broke the staring contest to smile at how oddly nervous he was being. “I'm tired as fuck and there’s a bath waiting for me at home but I’m pretty sure I don’t have a choice.” You leaned forward on your desk and motioned for him to give you the papers in his hand. He raised an eyebrow at your obvious irritation but chose to not say anything, walking towards you and setting the paperwork in front of you just as he took a seat.

“So, who are you playing hero with this time Javi?” The question was meant to be a joke but when you looked up and saw him lighting a cigarette, you knew this was probably more serious than he was letting on. “Right.” You bit your lower lip as your eyes read through his shitty handwriting, skipping a few lines when you realized it was the usual shit he hands you when he needed a quick signature.

As the room was filled with smoke and the familiar scent of cigarettes, you couldn’t help but notice from your peripheral vision the way he was staring at you while rubbing his palms together. So it was one of those nights then.

“You gonna keep staring, Peña?” You said as you put the paperwork down and took the pen out of your breast pocket, quickly signing the first few pages before moving on to the next batch of stapled papers. You were sure that if you looked up at him, you would probably see the usual look he was throwing at you when no one was looking, a mixture of intrigue, anger, and lust.

“You could at least make it worth my while. The desk is made of metal so it shouldn't break.” You broke and snorted at your own comment, signing the last few lines and putting the dates on them before putting them back in order and carefully placing them in the folder. Just as you were about to hand them back to him, Javier was standing up and putting out the cigarette in the ashtray on the edge of your desk, the one he didn’t know you put there specifically for him because of how often he came into your office. Just as you were about to ask him what he was doing, Javier was kicked your chair to the side and grabbing your upper arm, aggressively pulling you up and throwing you against the wall. 

“Javi wait, the door-” You dug your nails into his neck, knowing that there was no reason to pass between the two of you once you started down this road.

“There’s no one here hermosa, just you and me.” He leaned down and took your lips in a heated kiss, stealing the oxygen out of your lungs as he trailed his hands down your body before bunching up the pencil skirt until it revealed to him your panties.

“Oh fuck, Javi..I want you so badly baby please.” You threw your head back and felt his lips suck on your neck as he shoved his hands in between your thighs, smiling when he swore against your skin as he felt how soaked you were for him.

“Always so fucking wet for me...you’re killing me baby.” He removed his hand and chuckled when you whined at the loss, roughly taking off his leather jacket as you made quick work of his belt and pants. You barely shoved his jeans down his thighs before cupping him against his boxers, finding him as hard as the gun you loved to see him using during training and in the field.

“Come on querida, I’ve wanted to fuck all day long. Barely got any work done baby.” Javier cornered you between his arms, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he felt your warm hands push his boxers down and wrap around his cock. You quickly spat on the palm of your hand before rubbing the head of his dick, smiling when you saw him shut his eyes and bite down hard on his lip.

“Oh yeah, what got you all hot and bothered Agent?”

“Ah fuck...fuck, shit your- your fucking ass sweetheart...it’s a goddamn sin in this skirt. And the way you fix your hair when you’re focusing on something ahh chingada madre.” You could feel him falling apart under you and found it intoxicating to know that you were the one that made him lose control, not his informants, not the other dalliances, you.

“Oh you kiss your mother with that mouth Peña?” You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your lips and Javier took the few seconds of distraction to grab your ass and pull you up until you wrapped your legs around him.

“Fucking shit baby,” holding you up against the wall, Javier reached in between the two of you and grabbed his dick, rubbing it against your wet slit before inching slowly into your cunt until he bottomed out.

“Don’t even get me started on how fucking perfect this cunt is...so wet and tight and sweet. Goddamn...how are you always so tight for me baby?” He leaned forward and swallowed your moans, not bothering to give you a few seconds to adjust to him and immediately thrusting in and out of you as if your life depended on it. You pulled on his hair and sucked on his tongue, crying out against him as you felt his cock hit that deep, spongy spot inside of you.

“Ah gahd, not- not to stroke your ego any further but....you’re just fucking huge Javi. Shit, that’s it, right there...always filling me up so good baby.”

“Jesus fucking Christ...you’re squeezing the shit out of me hermosa.” He licked wherever he could, occasionally sucking on the skin just beneath your cross necklace before returning his attention to your lips. You found it oddly sexy, the way he made such a simple act feel so dirty. As you continued to worship his lips, Javi reached between the two of you once more and pinched your clit, laughing devilishly at you when he felt you clench harder around him.

“Come on Javi, cum for me. Let me go home with your cum dripping down my thighs...wanna feel you for days baby- oh god, oh fuck, yes yes right there...right fu-fucking there J-Javi!” You bit down hard on his shoulder, feeling embarrassed at how quickly he managed to bring you to the edge. He didn’t let up, continuing his assault on the hard nub until he felt you violently squeezing him.

“Fucking hell...shit shit I’m- c-cuming-” Javi thrust into you harder than he intended, and you molded your lips with his one last time as he came inside you, filling you up and continuing to buck his hips against you to push his cum deeper inside you.

You stayed in silence for a bit, the only sounds in the room your heavy breathing and Javi leaving kisses down your throat.

“That was-” He began to speak but you cut him off, pulling on his hair and leaning down to kiss his jaw.

“Much needed.” You finished the sentiment and tapped twice on his back so he could let you down. Javier could barely carry his weight, and let out a deep breath as he continued to feel the after-effects of the mind-blowing release. You didn’t bother to hide from him, instantly supporting your weight on the chair before forcing yourself to fix your blouse and skirt. Javier tucked himself back into his pants and combed his hair back before grabbing his leather jacket and throwing it on your shoulders.

“Aren’t you a gentleman...” You smiled when you saw the familiar furrowed eyebrows make an appearance, shaking your head as you grabbed your keys and your bag before walking to the door. Javier was behind you in an instant, taking the folder along with him as the two of you made your way out of the building.

“Where’s your car?” He asked, already lighting another cigarette and tapping his feet as he waited for you to put your hands through his jacket.

“I walked today.”

“Get in the car then,” he didn’t give you a chance to decide, the hand on your lower back letting you know how this night was probably going to go. He pushed you into the passenger seat and slammed the door harder than necessary before walking around and getting in the driver’s seat.

“Don’t be a tease Peña, if you’re looking for an excuse to fuck me again, then be a man and just tell me.” You weren’t sure why you were purposely provoking him and you knew the exact moment you’d made a mistake because Javier was shoving his hand in between your thighs and swiping two fingers against the mess between your legs before growling and shoving those same digits down your throat.

“If you wanted to get fucked like a common whore querida, you could have just said so.” His words left you breathless and you chose to shut your mouth the entire ride back because if his driving was any indication, then you were sure you were going to forget what year it was by the time he was done with you tonight.

[1smolbean]

ok rant (? started out as a rant but descended into chaos) time

no but I find it absolutely fucking hilarious that my parents are like "oh just move on from your trauma" and then don't tell me how to do that, trigger me even when I've told them about my triggers, make me talk to people that trigger me, and make me go to places that trigger me. like...ya think maybe, just maybe, that, idk, I might have trouble moving on from those events if I have to relive them all the time? and I've explained it to them but they just refuse to understand it and they don't understand the word "no" either and I just,,,find this the funniest thing ever cause like they don't fucking understand! they don't! and I've told them but they refuse to! and I'm laughing this is so funny they refuse to understand

I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING I'M SORRY THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY LIKE THEY REFUSE TO UNDERSTAND IT AND I,,,,,I JUST JKDJFKDLSJFLDKJFD THEY REFUSE TO GET IT AND THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER THEY REFUSE TO HELP THEIR CHILD LIVE A HAPPY LIFE

what kind of parent does that? a shitty one. they're the most hypocritical people I've ever met cause THEY'VE moved on from their trauma and they respect each other's triggers and my brother's triggers but like,,,not mine and why? CAUSE THEY'RE BAD AT THEIR JOB. THEY'RE BAD PARENTS and I'm literally laughing so hard this is so funny to me and my mother has said before that she is proud of me for not skipping school because she assumed I would but she's proud that I haven't. like,,,,wow okay I literally have no reason whatsoever to skip school though??? why would you assume that? and idk I just find it hilarious that my mother both expects me to get an A+ on every subject and also skip school. like bitch excuse me? that's...HHJFDHSFKHFDSKH THAT'S FUNNY IT'S FUNNY THIS IS FUNNY. I'M SORRY. I'M REALLY SORRY THIS IS HILARIOUS TO ME AND I WROTE OUT A WHOLE GODDAMN RANT ABOUT THIS BUT IT'S JUST THREE PARAGRAPHS OF ME BEING LIKE "MY PARENTS' HORRIBLE TREATMENT OF ME IS FUNNY" AND LIKE...IT IS THOUGH!

I feel like Alvar Vacker and Winter Schnee right now. like I just,,,this is so funny but I also want to stab something right now. is this normal? I don't think this is normal. I should talk to a therapist or doctor but I'm my own therapist and everybody else's too and idk it just seems...wrong to burden people with MY problems when they have their own. i should stop telling people when I'm sad, they don't need that. No, no but they care. why do they, though? my parents "care." they yell at me, say I'm not enough, tell me it's hard to take care of me, but they care. I guess. i think they care. caring is bad. caring for someone is bad. i shouldn't...i shouldn't trust people, because trust gets you hurt. and i hate being hurt. and i shouldn't care about people. i shouldn't care. do i even care? did i ever care? yes. but i won't anymore.

I have gone back to wishing I could acquaint a ridgdly edged object fundamentally used in the construction of walls with my biological father's facial structure. (translation: ok nvm I wanna hit my dad in the face with a brick)

maybe if you didn't yell at me i wouldn't listen to music so loudly. father

father (derogatory)

i am going to lie down on the floor and listen to Special Girl by dodie until i die

i'm the eldest daughter but I'm not a daughter i'm a son but my parents don't care

i feel nothing but the crushing weight of responsibility on my shoulders

I believe I need a counselor, or therapist, or- no, I have one already, I'm my own therapist

I can deal with this on my own

hey mother when you look through my tumblr and read this PLEASE GET ME SOME ANTIDEPRESSANTS OR ADHD MEDS IM NOT DOING TOO GOOD

the powerpuff girls reboot script made me speedrun the five stages of grief I hate it so much

cats opening partially closed doors with their FACES is wild and I love it

I want more soda.

everything hurts and I'm dying

Okay so what the hell happened here Nina please get yourself into shape you need to figure out why you did a 180 from being sad to being angry to being sad to being angry and also that gender can fluid you really be switching from "gender is for mortals" to "none gender left boy" with your emotions too

this picture of Winter Schnee perfectly encapsulates my mood right now

im in pain everybody! were in pain! specifically in my chest! what the hell is happening with my lungs

nevermind we're good now

YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO HURT THE WAY YOU KNOW THAT I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I FEEL LIKE I'LL BE OKAY AND I HOPE I CAN JUST MAINTAIN IT I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BECOME MY PROBLEM

AND I'M JUST WAITING FOR THE DAY YOU SAVE ME FROM MYSELF 'CAUSE I CAN'T HELP THE WAY I FEEL FOR YOU FOR YOU

AND WRITE IN EVERY SPACE THE WORDS "I LOVE YOU" IN REPLACE THEN MAYBE TIME WOULD NOT ERASE MEEEEE IF YOU COULD ONLY KNOW I'D NEVER LET YOU GOOOO AND THE WORDS I MOST REGRET ARE THE ONES I NEVER MEANT TO LEEEEEEAAAAVEEEEEEEE UNSAID EMILYYYYYYYYYY

*muffled sobbing*

it's projecting onto fictional characters with trauma hours everybody

DO OR DIE YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME BECAUSE THE WORLD WILL NEVER TAKE MY HEART GO AND TRY YOU'LL NEVER MAKE ME WE WANT IT ALL WE WANNA PLAY THIS PARY I WON'T EXPLAIN OR SAY I'M SORRY I'M UNASHAMED I'M GONNA SHOE MY SCARS GIVE A CHEAR FOR ALL THE BROKEN LISTEN HERE BECAUSE IT'S WHO WE ARE

hey remember that "fuck therapy I'm becoming a knight" post I spam reblogged yeah that's my current mood rn

anyway that concludes round one of my annual mental breakdown don't worry I'll be back in approximately five minutes after drinking an entire bottle of soda

[phoneismybf]

TharnType The Series Ep. 9 Review

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Why it is supposed to be Tharn who got hit? I don't understand, is it because of the promise he made about never forget what they were said last night or what? If that so, it means Type don't believe Tharn yet, meung maeng... (usually in the book there will be any explanation about his emotion, yet I don't read them yet) Type, you saw it clearly that the one who tried to kiss first was P'San, you just got the bite from P'San.

P'San.... He is such a drama king. What do you want? Tharn still defending Type... (Proud of the hubby)

YESSSSS, FINALLY HE SAID IT. YESSS HE IS YOUR. SAID IT SO HE CAN MOVE AWAY... 3 TIMES CLRAFICATION, STILL NOT ENOUGH P'SAN? What? What is this? Tharn... What did you two plan for Type? Bad..... "Yes, I belong to you" Tharn. That smile for something you hide or the smile of satisfaction, Ai Tharn?

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Damn..... A PLOT TWIST. You such a helper.... I'm sorry P'San but your attitude in the previous episode show us bad feeling about you. Phom khot khot na... Yes everything that P'San said was right but he doesn't know Type, right? We understand that Type won't declare his relationship, yet P'San force him to do it, good also bad thing. You played with others' feeling. P'San care so much about Tharn and we knew that Tharn always cover everything for Type. But do you know that P'San actually very satisfy with Type? You can see it when P'San smiles after went out from the room. A thing he found is Type's possessiveness prove his feeling toward Tharn and will never break up with him. And it is added by Type himself when he said anything about what he got from this situation.

"I hate it when he won't just leave you alone." P'Sarn care so much at him na, he is worried for Tharn happiness.

"I hate when he acts as if he knows everything about you." He knew almost everything Type, they already knew each other for years moreover he is his brother best friend, P'Thorn might be explained everything about Tharn to him already.

"Hate that you are his first love." It cannot be changed, and yes it is deeply hurt but no one can change the past.

He such adorable big baby... This scene makes me cry for happiness, proud and love to both of them. Look at Type's madness face and look at Tharn's happiness and satisfy smile. Those are getting cuter...

Now he considers about Tharn's feeling and more concern to declare his relationship. Tharn still doesn't want to force him. Why is Tharn so perfect? Too perfect to be real in a person. Tharn's smiles are really precious to me, you give everyone happiness ja....

I got some fact about P'San from the original subber account JayBL on Twitter. We and Tharn knew that P'Sarn love Tharn so much but it didn't work because Tharn doesn't have any feeling toward P'Sarn since the beginning. The reason why Tharn gave him in was because his curiosity about his sexual interest and to prove it, he agreed to have S with P'Sarn to make sure his feeling toward man. Besides, Tharn said he likes the role between Him and Type which mean as a Top. This is also another reason for Tharn to refuse P'Sarn who is also a Top. Top with Top, may be they only will do a sword fight (?) Sorry....

Another fact, P'Sarn said "Tharn has suffered enough heartbreak, don't make him experience it again". Tharn actually had a lot of ex-es, yet Tharn was the one who never say break up. So yes he suffered enough in relationship. Sacrificing his own feeling to let his lover go. Once again, I'll say we are the same. So glad that you found the one now.

Yes, last time he was crying all night long at the Bar Ai Type. You such a j*rk back then. "Friend who is more just a friend. I just want to let people know that you're mine" Type. I'm proud na Type. Lucky you Ai Tharn.

"BTW, the toilet is pretty empty. You can get busy in there." P'Jeed. LMAO don't read someone's mind P'Jeed. That expression Tharn make. How cute he is...

So, she is the girl who always give Tharn drink after his performance. P'Gea, don't be so aggressive by giving Type your number. Ai Type what's that mean with "is talking all you want to do?". Talking like this at the front of Tharn's face, well better than behind. It is not funny Ai Type to get him Jealous, your game isn't fun at all.

Oh my god, not in public bro... No.... I don't understand this situation. What's the perpose of it, what's the point? Yes, you provoking him Ai Type so what do you want? Ohh my.... It just about cheating. You had talk right? How can one of you do such a thing. If you want to make sure, don't be like this. Just talk again in a good way. WHAT THE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Do you need to kick him like that? He is your bf, do you need to always hurt him? Man.... (Sigh)

Tharn: possesive?

Type: wanna die?

Hahahahahaha...... Both of you are ridiculous. Sad, Champ lose his friendship with those girl. May I blame at you, Type? So innocence, it was one of your fault too. Yes, I hate this kind of person too Champ, someone who never show up in class but can be so smart beside we had tried so hard to be smart. Is Type has B or AB blood type? These people can't be predicted how smart they are. "because right now, that person is already falling head over heels for me" Type, fact is true but surely you full of yourself.

Stop by to switch the car, what is the purpose of it? Can't you just use your regular car? Not acceptable reason. Sawaddi khrap P'Thorn, yes you look intimidating. Lolaen... P'Thorn following Type's IG? How come Type doesn't know? And he is such a real stalker, unbelievable with that look of him. Thanya.... Hahahah you guys can't do talking freely. Yes YOU DID A GOOD JOB! HAHAHA my god she is cute for calling their parents. Such an innocence girl. Welcome trouble, man... Behave. You'll meet your father & mother in laws. No, khun dad, Tharn always comfort him every day and night, regularly please him. Lmao. Yes, family trip to Pang-an so you guys can get married sooner. Lol. Poor P'Thorn, I can feel that pain. Jebb at the feet also at the heart. Wrong target for kicking Ai Type. Hahaha such a supportive big bro, I feel more bad for Thorn. Yes of course khun mom, Type KNEW P'SARN who always play games with P'Thorn and Play other "thing" with Tharn back then. Thanya such a little angel, they can't refuse you na... Type's face always show his emotions, being so much fooled in a day. HAHAHA

Morning kiss, "you said you wanted it" Type. You should ask for morning S, Ai Tharn. You can have his morning b*ner right now. Lol

Chai.... You know him a lot now, Ai Type. Euuu, Techno needs to find any information about you two by himself because you never tell him any small clues. He changed a lot Techno, he care and more care to his hubby. Always be a third-wheel, you will get used to it even I never used to it since the 1st episode. Lol. Ai Lhong, bad impression at the frist meeting. The newbie Nong Song is kind of cute, his way of speaking, those tones, adorable....

Okay, Tharn, we see your charismatic aura. Yup, such a cool guy playing a drum like that, everyone always fall to people who can play instruments especially in a band. Don't sing by yourself like that Ai Tharn, you give me a goosebump. Euuu that is for Type but you send the effect to us as well. Again, such a perfect man.

They letting No to sleep over? Seriously? I hope there will be nothing happen. I can't imagine if No see something he shouldn't see. Wify.... Okay Tharn.... Texhno is sleep talking, how cute. Lol. "Tharn, I'm curious, your face when you were playing is looked so goddamn sexy" Type, I never thought Type would say such a thing but yup he was hot. "For me music is like sex that gives me a climatic pleasure" Tharn, bro it is kind of deep but still can't imagine the climatic pleasure when playing a music, different point of view, may be I can't understand it because I'm not a musician but sometime when hearing a song I can get the climatic part of the emotions but not the same as the sex you were talking about. "You are my most cherished instrument" Tharn, Type as an instrument what kind of sound he can make? Owhhhh......... I know, don't say that it is "THE SCREAM" hahahahaha they didn't use "moaning", I think it is more sensual so they never use this word. Lol. WOW, I NEVER EXPECT IT WILL COME LIKE THIS AND NEVER THINK THAT TYPE WILL LOOK SO HORNY LIKE THAT. NO... DON'T... I'M NOT READY BROO.... Those moaning give me more goosebumps. NOOOO THEY TAKE OFF THE CLOTHES.... F*CK I FORGET THAT TECHNO IS THERE, BLESS HIS EYES, EARS AND PLEASE STRENGTHEN HIS HEART TO FACE THIS SITUATION (No, do you want to switch? I would like to see them. Lol) Now someone's know how dose the scream sound like. Feel bad for him.

"I can't wake up, I feel like my head is going to explode" Texhno, his brain stop working since last night Ai Type, he tried to refuse anything, any sound, any picture he got, he just tired to his limit. Poor him..... Remember Ai No, this time you will absolutely die if you spill this special tea. Lol.

Why suddenly Tum skip a class to pick up Tar? They are cute together.

Tharn trying to make a permission to tell Long about their relationship. Well, Type more reasonable now. This strange feeling come out from Long. What is this? I already felt it since I saw him at the first time. Those eyes, that look, I feel a mixing emotions. I suspect him that he likes Tharn or something like possessing him. The feeling of disappointed, being untrusted and unbelieving. There are two speculations I have here, first he likes Tharn and thought that he was single all the time so he can clingy at him. Second, he disappointed because as a best friend Tharn never tell him anything recently so he feels like being untrusted. Well, losing strength until he falls the glass, it is kind of strange attitude for hearing the news. That is why I accuse him to like Tharn. (Private property bro, you need to pay for the glass. Lmao) Sorry it's just my speculation. Then he went like he can't accept what he heard before. This guy keeps something.

Nong Song, if you want to have a faen so much, I don't mind to try it since you're cute. lol. Oww they finally meet and Tar missing Tharn, it will be an open case since their story keep untold.

"Hurry up and be my pillow" Type. I need my pillow too. There is a call from the unknown number. What is this? What will happen? Please don't give us more trial. My God. This series always end every episode with something that cannot be waited. (Sigh)

That is the review for TharnType Ep. 9. How is your opinion? There are so much to discuss, start from P'Sarn, change character of Type, Techno, Lhong and so much more. You can leave a comment below. So, see you next time.

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Yoonmin Scenario #31

Taegimin! Au, In which Yoongi and Jimin break up on good terms and a few days later, Taehyung ask Yoongi if he can help him by pretending to be his fake boyfriend. Yoongi agrees, deeming nothing wrong with the arrangement, until one day Jimin knocks on his door and ask him that he has to play pretend with him for a few while because he hasn't told his parents that they have broken up.

In short, Yoongi is fucked when these two family meets and Yoongi has to pretend to be a boyfriend to two different people individually.

In retrospect, Yoongi should have thought everything thorough before shit was about to take down. Lying is bad kids.

Firstly, he shouldn't have pretended to be Taehyung's boyfriend when he freshly gotten out of a relationship. He shouldn't have given to Taehyung's stupid antics.

But he did anyway because him and Jimin ended things on good term, no hard feelings, or so he thought. At least not from his side. He doesn't know about Jimin, but when they broke up, it felt right.

So Yoongi didn't think why he had to dwell over a relationship that ended mutually and on good terms. He wondered why he shouldn't take Taehyung up on that offer and fuck with his parents who are homophobic in 21st century.

Secondly, he should have maybe told Jimin sooner or later than latter finding out on his own. Or, in hindsight, Yoongi should have explained the situation to both of them when they came across each other. But life fucks you up and that's that.

It's bound to make Jimin sad and Yoongi saw it, how his face changed from confused to sad when Taehyung introduced himself as Yoongi's boyfriend. And then Yoongi wondered why he didn't correct him or why did they pretend to be boyfriends in front of Jimin.

They were once in love, Jimin and him, it's heartbreaking to see your ex-boyfriend already moved on and Yoongi couldn't let Jimin feel that. He had loved him, still does a little bit, given their history, he couldn't give him wrong impression.

So they sat down and explained the situation in hand, and then he saw Jimin relaxing and Yoongi felt relieved too.

Thirdly, he should have known Jimin simply didn't come around. Something was up. He should have not accepted the offer. But goddamn, he has spoilt Jimin so much in their relationship, now the younger can pout and get his way.

That is how, he was standing in front of a room in the hospital, holding Jimin's hand and pretending to be a boyfriend for his ex-boyfriend.

In retrospect, Yoongi shouldn't have been weak to cute guys.

Jimin has explained how his mother had a heart attack and he's worried if he told her about the breakup, things will get worse. So he just wants Yoongi to pretend that they are together until his mother is stable.

For Sunday, Wednesday and Saturday, Yoongi was Jimin's boyfriend.

Other days, he was Taehyung's boyfriend, pretending to make Taehyung happy and falling in love so that his parents understand that being gay isn't just a phase and he can be happy falling in love with the same gender.

In retrospect, he should have heeded to the warning his friends put forward, but Yoongi thought he was just helping his friends out. He didn't find any harm.

Until, he realised how Kim Taehyung spent time with him when he didn't have to, since they were not in public or in the vicinity of younger's parents. He noticed things that aren't supposed to be noticed by someone who's playing pretend.

He started noticing the tan honey skin on Taehyung, his husky giggles and when he smiles genuinely, there's this boxy smile that takes place. He notices the long fingers, manicured nails and how elegant they look. He noticed how Taehyung doesn't sleep without something to cuddle, since he has been a victim of such cuddles.

And somewhere he started wondering how would kissing Kim Taehyung would feel like. Would it be clumsy like himself or would it be soft and calculated? Would it be teeth and tongue or would it be just moulding of lips? Would it be soft or chapped? (Soft, Yoongi knows because he has seen Taehyung applying lip balms and licking his lip constantly that brought the thought in first place.)

He realised sooner than he thought he would really, he was falling for Kim Taehyung and he doesn't know how he let that happen or if Taehyung feels the same. It was supposed to be fake.

When he's with Jimin, things are normal, because his movement doesn't have to be calculated. Even if it feels like a breath of fresh air with Taehyung, with Jimin it feels like that one afternoon where you just wanna let the day go by and cuddle.

With Jimin, it's easy because they have dated. It's easy to calculate and read Jimin because they were in love. Things fall naturally between them despite the fake pretense.

But as the things fall easy, a thought falls over Yoongi. If things were this simple, why did they break up? Does he really not miss how Jimin likes cuddling and attaching himself to Yoongi? Does he not miss how soft Jimin looks when he's sleeping and Yoongi feels content looking at him ? (There's always something new to notice.) Does he not miss the hushed giggles and breathlessness? The uncontrollable moans that escape Jimin when they are making love? Does he not miss pillowtalk? How Jimin talks about meeting cats just right after they had sex?

And when one evening, when he realises that he actually misses those moments with Jimin, he knows he's fucked because of course, he's still in love with Jimin.

And he's starting to love Taehyung.

Just his luck.

In retrospect, he shouldn't have kissed Taehyung when he knew he had feelings for Jimin. But all the times Yoongi dreamt of Taehyung's lips, he couldn't just push him now. He should have stopped and talked but he didn't and things escalated. Oh, it escalated, alright, with a naked Yoongi waking next to equally naked Taehyung, cuddling like-like it's right when it isn't. (Even when it felt right.)

Or maybe, since his reminiscing those days, where he could have stopped things from taking wrong turns, he shouldn't have initiated that kiss with Jimin, a week after sleeping with Taehyung, when he knew he was falling well for Taehyung, hard and fast.

But he did because Jimin was crying, and when Jimin cries, Yoongi hugs him and kiss his face, things escalated but thankfully they didn't sleep. Kissing Jimin reminded Yoongi of all the things he loved about Jimin.

Namjoon would question, what the hell is wrong with you dude?

Yoongi would say, he doesn't know.

And leading them both was a wrong, wrong thing, bad Yoongi. Really.

Which led every wrong turns to this major wrong turn, a clash between Park and Kim family and a tiny Min Yoongi standing between them. He doesn't know whom to side with.

The ladies of Park and Kim family are in heated argument about who's boyfriend really Min Yoongi is?

Little shits are scared to open their mouth and they should feel ashamed of their stupid plan. Or maybe Yoongi should feel stupid because even being an adult, he agreed to these stupid arrangements.

Yoongi glares at them and gestures them to come clean because if things turn to him, he will run. He hasn't felt this much embarssment since he peed his pants when he was 7 years old.

"There's a thing called polymorous relationship kids are doing these days, maybe that's what it is," Kim Seokjin finds the situation amusing as he says that and drink from his wine glass.

Yoongi glares.

"Yoongi-ah and Jiminie has been dating for two years now," Mrs Park flaunts.

"That's bullshit! Yoongi has been dating my son for about eight months now," She argues.

Technically, he started fake-dating Taehyung 3 months ago, but the lovely son lied his ass off.

"Jimin-ah, are you dating both of them?" Jimin's mother ask him and Jimin blushes and says no, says he's only dating Yoongi. That doesn't make it easier when they aren't dating. "Don't lie, Jiminie," His mother patiently ask again and Jimin is insistent.

"He's right, we aren't dating him and neither he's dating us, It's just Yoongi and I," Taehyung clears and that...doesn't make it easier because again, they aren't dating for real.

Which leads to another argument about who's really Yoongi dating?

"Ladies," Seokjin gets their attention, honestly, why is he here in the first place? "The only person who knows the truth, is Min Yoongi himself," Oh no, and all the eyes turn to him.

Fuck this shit. Fuck Kim Seokjin. Fuck his life. Fuck Taehyung and Fuck Jimin. Not literally.

He takes a deep bteath, if those two brats aren't going to come clean, he will. Because fuck it hurts.

"Jimin-ah," He simply says and offers his hand. Taehyung looks worried and a little hurt. Mrs. Park look satisfied and Mrs. Kim looks confused. "Let's tell her," He nods calmly.

"Hyung, no." Jimin worries his lower lips.

"We'll tell her calmly, okay? I'm tired, hyung can't run two paths, Jimin-ah, let's end this pretense here, please." It's whispers between them, nobody could hear them but everybody is equally intrigued.

Jimin looks and for the first time maybe he notices and tries to understand what Yoongi is going through. How he wakes up on Tuesday and had to rush to Taehyung for a family breakfast. How he smiles when he talks about Taehyung, how he says that Taehyung slept over again but he doesn't mind. How he fondly complains that Taehyung hogs the bed and blanket and how he cuddles like a monster. But it's fond. It hurts but he understands now. That's why Yoongi chose him to confess because he doesn't love him, he loves someone else and Jimin should let go.

So he nods and they make their way to Jimin's mother. The kneel in front of her and Yoongi takes her wrinkled hands in his.

"Eommeoni, whatever we tell you, take it calmly and do not panic." He smiles. "Jimin and I broke up three months ago-" She opens her mouth to ask.

"Eomma, just listen to him," Jimin asks of her.

"We broke up when you had your first heart attack and Jimin was sad, he didn't know whom to turn to. So when he asked me to pretend for a while until you are stable, I decided to help him because I couldn't see you both hurt in anyway. I know you thought we'd last for long and possibly have a future, But we fell out and we fell out on good terms." He turns to Jimin who nods at this and smiles.

"I love him and I guess I always has and I always will," He feels eyes on him, more prominent Jimin's. "But things wouldn't have worked out between us, I know. I rather have him as a friend than a lover because I don't want to lose Jimin, I want him as a friend. And this is good for us, so don't worry. Jimin... he'll find someone, someone who will love him more and better." Yoongi smiles and looks at Jimin who is smiling, relieved.

"And don't worry about whom Jimin choose, we will go through the guy together so that we know our Jiminie doesn't end up with someone bad," Jimin let's out a wet chuckle as well as his mother. He kisses Mrs. Park forehead and rubs her tears.

"I hope you're no mad at us, we only wanted to look out for you, even it was unconventional." He hugs her.

"I couldn't be mad at you Yoongi, after everything you have done for my Jiminie. It will suck that we lost you but I wouldn't force you guy to try again." She says and pats his back.

"You never lost me, I'm here, one call and I'll be there." He promises and she nods.

He turns to Jimin and kisses his forehead as well, apologising for everything. Jimin says he's fine even when Yoongi chides at him for lying.

"Then I'll be fine," He promises.

When he gets up, he looks around. Everybody's eyes are on him, waiting for an explanation.

"See, I told you, hyung and I are dating," Kim Taehyung speaks and Yoongi realises he cannot carry with that as well because it hurts knowing you love someone and they don't love you.

"Taehyung, come on," He offers his hand. And he understands immediately.

"Hyung, no." He parrots Jimin's earlier words.

"Tae-"

"They wouldn't understand-please, I'll tell them later," Taehyung pleads but Yoongi still pulls him.

"I don't wanna do this anymore, Taehyung." Yoongi sharply says only because Taehyung was being difficult. "Is that enough reason for you tell now?" He asks and let go of his hands because fuck, it has always hurt.

"Mrs. Kim," He greets.

"Yoongi,"

"Taehyung and I weren't dating, we only pretended to date so that you would understand that it's okay for Taehyung to be gay and in love with another male. We mean no harm, I hope you can find it in you to forgive us." Yoongi wasn't kneeling nor was he holding Mrs. Kim's hand because they weren't close but he was as respectful and polite as ever.

She opens her mouth confusedly-

"Eomma, let's talk later, at home. I promise I'll explain everything." Taehyung pleads and she nods.

"I hope you understand that Taehyung wasn't pretending to be happy. He was genuinely happy, even with the thought of dating another man. It's not a phase, please accept him as he is. He only went through all this because he wants your blessing." Yoongi finishes and takes a deep breath.

"I don't know what to say," Taehyung's mother speak.

"I don't expect you to, but I hope you forgive me." He bows down to her one final time and face Taehyung.

"Taehyung-"

He raise his hand, a cold expression on his face unlike how Jimin took the news.

"Dont sweet talk to me," He says without even looking.

"I only did this because you're my friend and you knew we took-"

"I-I don't wanna be your friend. I-" He doesn't say anything. "Eomma, let's go." He redirects his attention to his mother, leaving Yoongi hanging.

"Stay, the party is still going on. If that's all, I'll take my leave," Yoongi announces and looks around. He bows down and decide to leave. When he's outside, he takes a deep breath of cold air, feeling a little relieved but a lot more hurt. Hurried footsteps follow him and he waits.

The person stands next to him, "That was very mature of Yoongi."

"Thanks, hyung." He smiles at him. "Don't think I forgot how you almost jeopardise everything."

And Seokjin had the audacity to wink.

"You know what I wanna do?" They start walking.

"Make this as a career?" Seokjin jokes and Yoongi unimpressively looks at him. "Too soon for such jokes?" He wonders and Yoongi nods.

"I wanna go home and sleep like dead and wake up to the day when Taehyung asked me to be his fake boyfriend." He has reevaluated it and he knows that day, he should have said no.

"If it was so easy to change the past, you think people would have regrets?"

And it makes Yoongi think about it for the whole night.

They walk, not knowing where they are going.

"Hyung, how come you were there?"

"A little birdie told me that Parks and Kims are attending the same function, I couldn't resist to see the disaster taking place."

"Thanks, Hyung. I'm glad you find my misery amusing."

"Always."

"How the hell did you even get in without an invitation?"

"With a face like mine, I could get in anywhere."

"True."

"I'm almost like a God."

"Almost makes a difference."

Jin flips him for that.

"Hey, Hyung? If you really are God, can you make sure Jimin and Taehyung are okay after this?"

It's after two weeks of not mopping but still being sluggish, Yoongi opens the door to Mrs. Kim.

"Mrs. Kim?"

"You don't look too well too," She secretively smiles. Yoongi scratches his neck. She passes him a box.

"I was visiting Turkey and I bought some Turkish sweets." She explains and Yoongi nods, almost lost. "I won't take much your time."

"Please come in," He moves aside. But she shakes her head no and smile.

"I just wanted to apologise, you were right about Taehyung being gay. As a mother I should have accepted him sooner. If I would have, things wouldn't have turned out like this. I'm sorry for dragging you through our family dramas." She speaks fastly but also genuinely.

"I don't mind-"

"A month ago, I called Taehyung and we talked about him being gay. I told him I accepted him and that I'm proud that he didn't try to hide. I told him I'm happy-oh?" She looks behind Yoongi to see Jimin standing there cluelessly. He bows down to her.

"Is it a wrong time?" She asks, her smile seems forced now.

"No, no, I'll be in the room." Jimin instead answers and leaves.

"Where was I? Oh, right. I told him I was happy for him and I accepted him. At that time I didn't know he was dating you out of pretense and he didn't come clean then as well." She speaks after that, her speech was hurried but it was different type of hurried. Like she wanted to be done with and leave. "I just-i don't know why he kept lying even after I accepted him and that's why I wanted to apologise, even after everything, Taehyung still dragged you." She breathes and nods to herself.

"I-I don't know what to say." He looks bewildered at the revelation.

"I don't expect you to," She smiles. "But I hope you can forgive him." She says and bows down, taking a leave as soon as she came.

Yoongi enters the kitchen and places the gift on the table. Jimin sitting there, munching on nachos and completing his assignment.

"What was that all about?" He asks with mouth full.

"Taehyung's mother already accepted him and he still kept fake dating," Yoongi concludes after he told Jimin about the conversation that took place. "Why would he do that?"

"Are you stupid?" Jimin scoffs as he tries to slide the Turkish delights towards himself but Yoongi swats his hand away for calling his hyung stupid.

Yoongi looks at him for an explanation and Jimin rolls his eyes.

"Why did he indeed lie to you, hyung?" Jimin presses and Yoongi looks back, shrugs. "Aish, so clueless," he shakes his head. "He likes you or even love you." He even spelt the word love to Yoongi so that his hyung wouldn't have trouble understanding.

"I-"

Yoongi doesn't know what to say. He's at loss of words. Taehyung loves him?

"Hyung, you too love taehyung, dont you?" Jimin asks sweetly and Yoongi nods because he does, he still does. "You should tell him," He suggests and slowly takes away Yoongi's Turkish delights while he's processing.

"How-I don't even know if it's true!" Yoongi argues.

"It is, trust me." Jimin pouts. "Why would he lie when he got what he wanted? Because he wanted to stay with you. Keep pretending go be your boyfriend. Because once you fake breakup with him, you'd leave him." And as Jimin kept explaining, it started making sense a little.

"Hyung, I know how Taehyung looks at you, it's how we looked at each other once when we were in love. And hyung, you love him, he loves you. You do the math, you'll get the answer. You should submit first then. Because Taehyung doesn't have the correct equation yet, not until someone tells him what does addition symbol do. You love him, you know he loves you. He loves you but he doesn't know you love him, hyung." And Jimin was babbling, he was eating Yoongi's Turkish delights and the powdered sugar coated his lips. He looked like the least selective person who should be giving advices.

But fuck, "It's scary whatever you said made sense." Yoongi points out. He does have the complete equation, he should simply add and get an answer and he has to submit first. Fuck. He loves Taehyung and Taehyung loves him back. Fuck.

"What do I do?" He wonders panicking, pacing around the kitchen.

"You go to him and confess," Jimin shrugs, licking the chocolate from his fingers. Yoongi looks at him like he has third eye on his forehead. "What? Don't be a wuss hyung, just confess and I say you do it now because Mrs. Kim must have had the wrong idea when she saw me here." And then he's back to his assignment.

And fuck, how didn't Yoongi realise that? That's why she left in a hurry.

"Park Jimin, you're genius," Yoongi breathes out and cups his face to kiss his forehead with a big, wet smack. Jimin pushes him away annoyed but still a blush cover his face.

"I know," He mumbles to himself.

And half an hour later, Yoongi is standing in front of Taehyung's apartment, ringing his doorbell and hoping Mrs. Kim didn't arrive before him while he was still sorting his thoughts.

The door open and Kim Taehyung, in all his glory, stares confusedly at Yoongi who's panting like a dog.

"Did-did your mom come he-here?" He pants out.

"Uh no," Taehyung answers. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" He wonders and wait for Yoongi to calm down in front of his vestibule. "Did you take the stairs? The elevator works just fine, you know?" Taehyung snorts, leans against the door frame, hands folded on his chest.

Yoongi looks up to glare at him but it dies down because how soft Taehyung looks and then Yoongi once again realises how much he loves Kim Taehyung.

"Fuck," Yoongi takes deep breath and stands straightly. "I love you," He says without beating around the bush. "Fuck, I love you. And before your delusional ass say anything else, I know you love me too, so don't pretend." Yoongi warns. Taehyung stand up straight too, looking alarmed and Yoongi is satisfied.

"And even if you dont, I do. I love you, Kim Taehyung." He breathes out, body requiring more oxygen than usual.

"Why didn't you tell me anything? Why didn't you tell me your mom was fine with your sexuality?" Yoongi asks, ruffling his hair. He knows why but he wants to hear from Taehyung himself.

"She-uh, she told you?" He meekly ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Yes," Yoongi huffs. "Why didn't you say anything?" He presses.

"Because I thought you didn't love me!" Taehyung throws his hands up in exasperation, then brings it back to clutch his hair. "I thought if I tell you, you'll find me clingy and what not. And fuck! I thought you still loved Jimin." He frustratingly snaps, looking anywhere but at Yoongi. Tg2ey should take it inside but Yoongi cannot bring himself to care.

"Of course I love Jimin," Yoongi mumbles and Taehyung let's out a fake chuckle. Yoongi is immediate to correct himself. "He's my ex Taehyung, I loved him once. And he's my friend. We've been together for two years, it takes time to let go." He calmly explains to Taehyung and moves closer. If Taehyung notices, he doesn't move back.

"I love him as a friend, nothing more. Because I couldn't love him anything other than that when I was completely in love with you," As Yoongi says this, he takes Taehyung's chin and make him face Yoongi. "I still am," He confirms, looking at Taehyung's lips. "And I missed you and I don't think you're clingy, just when you cuddle and hog stuffs," He gets a rightful punch from Taehyung and grins.

"God, Taehyung, I'll do anything to prove you that I love you and not Jimin." He looks deeply into his eyes to prove his point.

"Anything?" Taehyung playfully smirks.

"I don't like what you're thinking," Yoongi worries.

"You said anything." Taehyung sings songs. "I'll let you know soon," He promises. "Starting, how about you kiss me so that it can prove how much you missed me?" Yoongi quirks.

And he kisses him like he missed him, alright. He kisses him like he missed his body, he kisses him until Taehyung breathlessly returns the confession around his mouth.

And he kisses him as a real boyfriend would.

***

Because I love taegi. No other reason.

Before yall go around saying it's technically Taegi Scenario, which is technically but it had yoonmin and that's all the reason I want to make it as a Yoonmin Scenario. Adios.

[enamouredfae]

Letter #25

from: unfortunately in love (?)

to: happily oblivious

subject: goddamn <3

You know, it's actually good that you don't know my feelings because they're wrong. It's hard though, I go between thinking it's platonic affection and actually worrying I might be delusionally calling it love. I hate that I feel so connected to you when I know it's pure delusion and attachment issues. Please, I just want to be lovesick, but I'm too logical. You know that, though, and I know that because I told you (and I know your Meyers Briggs, enneagram, sun sign, and moon sign).

I'm too vulnerable around you, but I've even told you that; I love the way you soak up every word I say and remember it to the finest detail. I love how you tell me things that I don't think you tell others, but then I remember you shouldn't really be doing that. You know, whenever I think about you, after all my ponderings, all I say is "goddamn."

Thank you for believing in me, encouraging me, listening to me, and even empathizing with me when I think I say the dumbest things. You seem to see the best of me in all lights, and I know that's just how you were raised. I love that you are so connected to your grandmother, mother, and sister because it's something I never had. I'll never tell you this, but I can feel the feminine energy radiating off you; you have a nurturing, kind, and sweet nature that I feel like I lack. All I hope for is that you find some value in me, and maybe once in a while, I say something that you reflect on time and time again. I need you to think about me; this can't be all one-sided, even if it's just a platonic relationship.

You know, I believe in platonic soulmates, and you could definitely be one of mine. But are there one-sided soulmates? Maybe I'm too in my head. Perhaps I should just let go and have some puppy love which I don't usually succumb to. No, I'm too logical for my own good. I'm sorry this isn't the most linear, but I don't usually let my feelings go. Ahhh..I care about you so much and I guess this is what happens when I decide to try and write a sweet, aesthetic, lovely letter.

Goddamn, I hate this. Boy, I just want a simple yes or no. Do you know how many tarot readings I've watched? I've watched so many tarot readings that even the readings say, "you watch too many of these - just let what will happen, happen." NO! I don't want to! Can't I just be an impatient, bratty, stubborn girl who has someone to hold her and tell her she's pretty every once and a while?

Ok, enough of whatever that little outburst was. Please never find this. I will continue to daydream until I get what I want or until the universe makes me stop. I'm not sure how to end this, but just...I don't know...just know I'll be here for you and that I admire you more than you will ever know. I love that you don't know any of this. Isn't it so funny? Sometimes you say things that could be considered flirting, and I know you're not. Still, it doesn't stop me from blushing, (mentally) screenshotting, and replaying the situation over and over afterward. You're absolutely fantastic. Thank you for everything you've done for me and everything you're going to do. I hope you know that you're probably one of the most memorable people in my life. How to end this....? I guess just a simple thank you, I hope I get to see you more soon, and goddamn, I love you.

P.S. This was way too long and out of my regular style so please excuse this mess. There's a lot more I wish I could say but I think my brain is the best holding space. Also, I didn't even mention how smart you are, just another perfect thing about you!! Take care and I hope we see each other soon!

confess your love for them by writing a secret love letter here

[wernerherzogs]

your tags!!! yes! i also think harry really listens to criticism and tries to get better. so i'm already excited about the next album lmao he will have more experience, it will probably be clearer what he wants, there will be enough time to write some kickass songs, there won't be that pressure of people saying his debut album shouldn't be less than perfect and he proved he can produce a successful album, so maybe he'll have even more cretive freedom. i'm excited and very proud!

YES, EXACTLY.

the thing is, harry IS surrounded by clear eyed reptile men, and his team /had/ been quite obviously going for that grammy from the very start. and i think harry wanted it, too, and that’s why he’d been willing to compromise on Some Stuff at this point in his career. i want to reiterate that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with wanting things like grammys! some parts of this fandom can be stupidly childish about it. there’s nothing wrong with wanting either money, or critical success, or commercial success, or ALL OF THE ABOVE in the field you work in. especially because harry is 10000% driven mostly by PASSION, there’s no doubt about it for me. he was just born to be on stage, man, and it’s evident how much he loves being a performer. it’s evident how much he wants to excel at what he does, to be the best he can be, and that THAT is his Main Goal. and he’s made IMMENSE progress musically/technically -- he plays instruments, he writes music and lyrics, he doesn’t struggle vocally almost at all anymore (and the note changes he does at practically every gig! he’s always experimenting! having fun! amazing!!!). he’s just SUCH A HARD WORKER, MAN. he works SO HARD. and some ppl think that you can’t be a Genuine Artist if you’re not trying to be an indie singer songwriter whose record features guitars only, and who struggles to pay bills every month. like... harry would never be authentic if he tried to be someone he’s not. and what he is, IS a rich post-boyband member. he needs to find his voice while not trying to pretend this isn’t what he’s experienced, not trying to dismiss his past, and it’s HARD. he’s been in the industry literally since he was 16 -- he’s missed out on some crucial stuff in life, even if a lot of that stuff is somewhat ordinary. then again, he’s got to experience other things (some of it is what most of us won’t get to do... probably ever in their lives), and that’s important, too. that’s still experience, albeit different than mine or yours.

i think in general it’s dumb to expect people to sing about their own lives only. look at adele -- she got some flack after trying to be “relatable” on her last record, because what IS THERE to sing about once you’ve made so much money, won so many awards, once you’re a mother in a stable relationship, once you’re not that hometown girl anymore, right? again, bullshit. artists should be allowed to just tell stories, like artists in other fields.

but i digress. the thing with harry is that he’s a REALLY fucking empathetic person, and imho it’s evident that he just works some shit through via his art. he FEELS a lot, and i’m not surprised that he's had a penchant for angst (as a genre, in a way) for a while now. that’s why i do believe his work can be personal, or even autobiographical in that aspect. he just takes all that pain/struggles/etc., and works around it, builds on it. he just needs stories to go with it. and some of them will feel more genuine coming from him now, others -- on the contrary. because he IS just a 23 yo person who’s still discovering who they are, but he’s also been alluding at Certain Things for a few years now. so some things don’t necessarily add up at the moment, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing! he doesn’t really owe anyone shit! it’s really just the issue of HOW you work with things you want to share, and not share. it’s okay to include details that aren’t really your story, but in that case, it shouldn’t be sold as your story. and it HAS been a part of the marketing for the pink album -- that’s why it’s okay to be disappointent about some choices he’d made on it.

i think harry’s particular advantage as An Artist Signed To A Big Label is that the clear eyed reptile men that surround him genuinely love him -- at least those working most closely with him. i doubt their goals re: harry’s career will change, but i’m hopeful they won’t try to push him more firmly into a direction (heh) that might not be sitting quite right with him. i hope from now on, they’ll try to support him by allowing him to be even more /HARRY/. he’s been in the industry in a long time, but he’d lacked experience as a solo artist, so it’s not like it wasn’t beneficial for him to try to listen to the advice from ppl who’ve been in this game for a long time. especially if those ppl do have his best interests in mind.

tl;dr the pink album was uneven. sott is a fucking DIAMOND that shines most brightly on it. ftdt and mmith are super beautiful, too. he does het content well on songs like woman and ftdt, and the tired tropes WORK well on kiwi, bc kiwi is just BONKERS, not a serious song. but then you’ve got carolina and only angel (although i do like only angel musically), and they’re like... making the whole album feel less genuine (along with making all of the stuff harry does OFF stage less genuine). he’s extremelly spoken out&respectful about his female fanbase, so that’s why those mentions of good girls and short skirts and etc. just felt eye roll worthy to me. he needs to find his footing, and he needs to be allowed to NOT try to be a stereotypical rock star. it’s better to leave some stuff in the 70s, ya know?

THE REAL TL;DR I JUST LOVE HARRY A LOT, MAN. A WHOLE GODDAMN LOT. and i believe in him, because he’s given me plenty of reasons to believe in him. he CAN do better, and i’m sure he will. i’m SUPER excited for hs2. (i’d love him to jump right into it, tbh. i don’t really want a deluxe version of the pink album first, but then again... harry REALLY needs more content for his arena tour, rip. D: i’m a bit worried about the arena tour.)

[morporkian-cryptid]

Okay okay okay-

Spoilers and capslock ahoy, my dudes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!

I

WILL

FUCKING

MURDER

TOMOE

SO

HARD!!!!!

She is a selfish, entitled, manipulative bitch, how DARE she fuck up all these people's lives just because she feels entitled to Lupin's love??

That is, assuming she's telling the truth and she's really his mother. Which I am not entirely sure about. Moriarty's comment about the perks of controlling someone like Lupin was too on the nose. I think there's still a good chance that Tomoe was only Lupin's tutor, and she's manipulating him to make him believe she's his mother. We already know from Finn's episode that she can alter how people remember things. Lupin was a kid back then, he doesn't have clear objective memories of what happened.

The explanation about the hypnosis and trigger words was a bit too far-fetched, but then again, Part 4 had a naked clone of Leonardo Da Vinci brainwashing a whole town with a magical dream beam, and let's not talk about the giant flying brain in Mystery of Mamo, or the entirety of Red Jacket.

Also CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GANG IN THIS??? How Goemon and Jigen tried to make Lupin snap out of his trance? How they almost succeeded? They both hit Lupin with the blunt end of their weapon, even though we know they've fought with lethal force before, here they were really just trying to make him wake up, to bring him back to them, they were scared of hurting him even though he was trying to kill them.

Fujiko's badly hidden despair when Lupin didn't react to her kissing him. How she put her mask down for him and tried to use her feelings for him, the real feelings, to bring him back. And it didn't work. How she tried to pretend in front of Jigen and Goemon that she didn't care, that she was just mad someone else took the privilege of manipulating Lupin, that she shouldn't be lumped in with the other two, when in reality she's just like them. She loves him. She cares about him, and she can't bear to see him like that, can't bear to see him being taken away. "So was the Lupin I've known all these years a fake?" The look in her eyes when he said "Goodbye".

Jigen saying "I've always been your partner, man. And you'll never forget that, right?" Jigen saying these words right after Lupin had just said "True love." RIGHT. AFTER. LUPIN. SAID. "TRUE LOVE."

YALL I AM DYING INSIDE BUT IM SO HAPPY BUT ALSO IM DYING THIS EPISODE WAS SO GOOD AND I NEED MORE ANSWERS AAAAAAH!!!!!

I am 100% with Mattea on this. Kill Tomoe. Kill her with fire. That woman doesn't deserve to live. She hurt Lupin.

Is she really his biological mother? Why was she cast out by Lupin the First? How much lies is she telling? How deeply did she manipulate Lupin? How much does he truly know about his own?? goddamn?? childhood????

Also Loops is definitely gonna need medical care after this. The bullet may not have hit his heart, but that means he has a punctured lung now, and there's no way he's gonna stay alive long like this. And Tomoe gave zero fucks about her """son""" having been shot in the chest and yeeted out a window, and prioritised explaining her genius plan to Mattea instead of checking on Lupin. (granted she probably knew he was fine, for a very loose definition of fine, but STILL!!!!) Does Lupin really have to be on the brink of death for every season finale?? (the answer is yes and I love it, gimme that sweet sweet angst)

---

The next bit is gonna be an ex-MorMor fan screaming herself into the sun. For those who don't know, I used to be a HUGE fan of the ship Moriarty-Moran (from BBC Sherlock), it was my special interest before Lupin III replaced it, and MorMor is actually the reason I got into Lupin III in the first place.

I love Sebastian Moran with all my heart, and since the instant he showed up in Part 6 I have been waiting for him to have a duel with Jigen. I mean come on, best gunmen in their respective franchises? They had to fight. It would be epic. I didn't give much of a damn about teenage Moriarty, but I wanted to see my two favourite gunmen throw hands.

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'S BETTER?

JIGEN AND MORAN BEING LONG TIME FRIENDS!!!!!!!!

There wasn't much interaction, sure, but it's clear that they've known each other for a long time, they're on friendly terms, Moran owns a bar which is so him, and Moran led Jigen and Goe to see Moriarty because Jigen asked nicely (and also because Moriarty wanted to see them), and during the bar scene I actually had to pause the episode and frantically stim for a solid minute because MORAN!!! AND JIGEN!!!! MY TWO FAVE CRIMINAL GUNMEN WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH THEIR CHAOTIC GREMLIN CRIMINAL GENIUS OF A BOSS*!!!! KNOW EACH OTHER!!!!!! AND ARE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!

*as far as BBC Sherlock's MorMor is concerned, obviously

also there's a non-zero chance that they're exes, Moran is totally Jigen's type

ANYWAY

TL;DR this episode was FUCKING AWESOME, I knew it was gonna hurt like a bitch and it sure fucking did, I am extremely happy with the way the character's relationships are written so far, we're finally getting answers about Tomoe and I despise her even more than I did before, the angst is delicious, and my internal Moran fan is squealing in joy.

I cannot fucking wait for next week, I feel like I'm going to explode.

(also I'm sad this is over soon, but... ending Part 6 is the only way to get a Part 7! Maybe! Possibly! Or more movies!)

Okay I just watched the new episode of Lupin III and all I have to say is

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

That's a lie, I actually have a lot more to say, but unfortunately my body needs food first. Curse you, flesh prison.