#and now we have to go back to England UHG

[sanguinarysanguinity]

#not to mention! #‘MY warrior’ and other forms of the possessive #mother fucker??? #and then the book ACTUALLY PULLED the ‘only one bed thing’ like please#I seriously thought y’all were over exaggerating the homoerotic tension and you were WERENT #if anything it was downplayed! #’my Achilles’ stfu man #and his whole ‘I’m really going to miss him I hope we meet again one day but I’m sure he doesn’t feel the same’ #JESUS Mary and JOSEPH son! #and yeah do I get why he dipped? of course. it makes sense for the story and his character #doesn’t mean I have to like it lol #man really stole this man’s clothes and left a farewell note omfg #HE DIDNT EVEN BREAK PAROLE BUT HE STILL LEFT A GOODBYE NOTE #i hate this book #it’s making me feel emotions #and I KNOW they’re gonna meet again - it’s literally a trilogy of books #but omg that reunion is gonna hurt isn’t it #if I were ewen I would ABSOLUTELY be pissed and freaking out! ofc I’m thinking he’s gonna snitch on us to the English! #oooh it’s juicy. and keith being such a lil bitch ribbing on ewen to get a rise out of him and then immediately apologising #this reads like fan fic in the best ways possible #and now we have to go back to England UHG #I will keep everyone updated whether you like it or not. likely not but fuck it #I need to have a little scream about this book #anyways #flight of the heron

Watching people scream in the tags about this book is one of my favourite things. :-D

Crying while reading The Flight of the Heron. Keith really is just out here calling Ewen “my Achilles” nine times in two pages

[momentsofbllove]

Alright, y’all, it’s time for me to get to the second half of Where Your Eyes Linger. I am anticipating that it’s going to make me feel even MORE things than the first half, because that’s just what these BL dramas like to do to my poor fragile heart. If you remember we left off with Tae-joo being a whiny little baby and making Kang-gook WALK HOME because he got jealous of the date he made Kang-gook go in the first place. 

Let’s see if this idiot can get his shit together. (I’m thinking no.)

EPISODE FIVE:

Okay, he has immediately regretted his decision and told the driver to turn around. There may be hope for him yet!

He’s mad... at Kang-gook... for walking home... after he told him to walk home?! Boy!

Kang-gook may love this boy but he is also tired of his shit.

Okay okay okay. We’re starting to reflect and look at our actions. This is good! This is progress! I’m proud of you, Tae-joo. 👍

So they’re in the same bed again. They definitely sleep this way every night. WHY?! What is the heterosexual explanation for this? There is none. Everyone knows there is none. Except Tae-joo. He thinks this is normal. It's not normal, Tae-joo.

That’s the second time he’s mentioned his mom! Okay, I’ve now gone from wanting to smack Tae-joo upside the head to wanting to cuddle him until he feels better. Kang-gook... go cuddle him until he feels better!

Kang-gook, you won’t even let him cuddle when he’s missing his mom!?

“I’m sad.” BABY!! SOMEONE TAKE CARE OF THIS BOY!

Oh thank goodness. Finally my precious child gets a cuddle. (But it hurt Kang-gook a little to do it and that makes ME sad!)

Okay, I really adore Hyemi. She is so awkward and precious.

HA! ‘You have a bad personality.’ I love her so much.

This is the weirdest game of dodgeball I’ve ever seen. In America we use like 20 balls and it’s like a medieval war zone with people dying left and right. This is so... tame and polite.

Tae-joo is jealous again...

 I love how they’re both fighting for a spot behind Kang-gook. Like, guys, he’s built like a bear, there’s room for you both!

Ooooooh! The betrayal!!!! 😲

And then Hyemi just runs! Good choice. Good choice.

This whole conversation hurts.

Kang-gook, that is not what he wants and you know it! You’ve been repressing your own feelings for so long, now Tae-joo is staring at you like THAT and you want to spar? You are both so useless.

The episode ends THERE?!?!!!!

Where’s the ‘NEXT’ button?!

EPISODE SIX:

Oh shit! That is the WRONG person to have see them. I don’t know what’s going on with this guy, but I don’t like him!

Okay, but now he’s trying to stop Hyemi from seeing them. Is he protecting them, or her? Either way it’s kind of sweet. Is he going to make me like him?

Bonding over disliking Tae-joo. I can get behind this. (Look, I like Tae-joo, really, especially since that ‘hug me, I’m sad’ moment. But he’s arrogant and selfish. He needs people in his life who are willing to tell him that.)

Kang-gook has been in love with Tae-joo for how long? And now he finally gets the opportunity to kiss him and he just...shoves him away. Damn your sense of propriety, boy!

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT EPISODE TITLE?!!!?!!!!!! I don’t like it!!!!!!!

But Kang-gook is very cute pulling Tae-joo around by the wrist like a naughty toddler.

Aaaand Tae-joo is being a pouty baby again.

Oof, Tae-joo is throwing Kang-gook’s words back at him.

‘If we talk about this, we can’t do this for life.’ Oh no! Kang-gook is so worried about losing him. This is not the way to fix it though!

Oh! I did not see a confession coming just like that!

Kang-gook, baby, no! I don’t think he’s acting like this because he sees you as a parental figure/care-giver. That is NOT what this is about.

“I can live without you, you can’t.’ FIRST OF ALL, NO! Second of all, HOW DARE YOU! Kang-gook, what what WHAT are you doing?!!! Why are you trying to hurt him?!

KANG-GOOK WTF?!?!!!!

This hurts and I don’t like it!!! Kang-gook, what have you done?! He’s crying, you’re crying, he’s telling you to leave! SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW!! 😢

Okay, if Kang-gook wasn’t already in love with Tae-joo (even if he’s being an ASS about it!!) he and Hyemi would actually be really cute together. Her little doll is adorable.

‘I’m not having a hard time.’ What the fuck just happened in the gym then?!!! I’m using so many exclamation points right now and it’s all your fault. Not having a hard time. Go apologize to the man you love right now!

He bought Tae-joo chocolate milk. I can’t.

OH SHIT! What happened at the house?!

There is no fucking rest here. NEXT NEXT NEXT!

EPISODE SEVEN:

Okay, so we picked up a few minutes before Kang-gook gets home to the house that has been - what, broken into? Robbed? Worse?! Where is Tae-joo?!!! - and Kang-gook says they just have to make up like they always have before. BOY! You told him the happiest you’ve ever been was when he was IN A DIFFERENT COUNTRY! How do you ‘just make up’ from that! Uhg! Boys are so dumb. 😤

Oh god, I was right! Tae-joo is gone!!!!

Kang-gook sounds so scared and lost!

Oh, that bastard! He told on them?!

Oh. Oh no. He was spying on them to protect his dad?

As if I didn’t hate Tae-joo’s dad already, now I just want to stab him in the face with something dull and rusty!

Aww, come on. I get why Kang-gook is mad, but honestly I feel sorry for this guy. Not only did Tae-joo steal 3 of his girlfriends, but then he was forced to spy on them and tell their secrets in order to protect his family. This guy is not a bad guy, he’s in the same boat they are, being controlled by the chairman. Poor thing.

Nooo! Baby, you’re not trash! You didn’t have a choice! Oh gosh, this guy (whose name I can’t freaking remember even though it was literally JUST on my screen) is now part of the ‘I will protect you, you sweet small bean’ club. It includes Tae-joo, Hyemi, and now this guy. Kang-gook WAS on that list, but he got kicked off when he was mean to Tae-joo.

Oh god. Tae-joo just kneeling there in front of his father and his lackeys... he looks so small and vulnerable! 🥺

Not only is he begging his father not to hurt the man he loves, but he also thinks he’s the only one that feels that way and my heart is CRYING!

There’s that ‘do whatever you want to me but don’t hurt the people I love’ thing again. He knows he’s in trouble, he looks so scared and alone, but damn it if he isn’t going to protect his mother, even if she’s gone. This boy!

Oh! The look on Tae-joo’s face when Kang-gook arrived! He really didn’t think he’d come.

He’s really just going to do this, huh? Take on all these people to get to Tae-joo while monologueing about how he doesn’t want to be separated from him. It’s okay. I didn’t need my heart anyway!

Oh god! That eye-contact through the window! Tae-joo looks so heartbroken watching Kang-gook get hurt!

And Kang-gook finally realizing what he feels is love while he’s bleeding on the ground, tears in his eyes while he looks at the person he has spent his whole life devoted to!

He can’t keep his eyes of Tae-joo! My heart!!!

This. Is too much. To handle.

EPISODE EIGHT:

Oh god! He went through all of that for five minutes with Tae-joo! What, to say goodbye?! No!

I want to murder this asshole and feed him to wild dogs! Stop hurting my baby! 😡 (Kang-gook is officially back on the small bean protection squad!) 

The look on Tae-joo’s face as he watches Kang-gook get beaten for him! 😢

No! Don’t go to England! Tae-joo, don’t give your father what he wants!

He sounds so broken and sad and alone. My baby!

He’s asking for one more night with Kang-gook before he goes... 😫

And now it’s Tae-joo’s turn to take care of Kang-gook. I can’t.

Everything about this hurts. Kang-gook finally confessing his feelings in return, Tae-joo refusing to kiss Kang-gook (why Tae-joo? because it would be too hard to live with the knowledge of his kiss when you know you’re leaving?).

‘My dream is to live happily, and I’m happiest when I’m with you.’

That... is the most romantic line... ever. He doesn’t want money, or power, or any of this things his father wants him to have. He just wants to be happy, and Kang-gook is his happiness. I’m just...........

Noooo! He doesn’t even say goodbye one last time?! He just leaves when he thinks Kang-gook is sleeping?!

Kang-gook’s just waiting for him to come back but he DOESN’T! 😭

What... is happening? What is going on? I’m very confused. There was a strange scene at the end of the last episode that I thought was, like... a preview for this one... but now Kang-gook is leaving the Choi’s restaurant. When did he start working there in the first place? I’m very confused. (Also... I’m sorry... that yellow sweater... is awful on him. Like... it’s so bad? And that hair cut... is so bad. This whole look on him is not good. Not good.)

Wait... are Hyemi and the not-bad-guy dating? Okay, that’s kind of cute.

Oh, ouch. Hyemi’s mom is brutal.

Aaw, and him and Kang-gook are friends now. That’s cute. But also confusing! How long has it been since Tae-joo left? It JUST happened, but everything’s changed, so time must have passed. Did I miss something?

Kang-gook: *beats the crap out of 3 trained bodyguards* Mrs. Choi: our Gook-y is so weak and frail!

Oh now they tell us! Three years?! I am not okay with this! Going to Japan to FORGET Tae-joo? I’m REALLY not okay with this! 😟

Oh god, he looks so much better this way. The blazer, the hair... so much better!

Seriously, he looks like a completely different person. He’s a very attractive man. That restaurant look was just.. so not good for him.

Oh!

Tae-joo came back for him just like he promised!!!

Haha! Yes, Tae-joo. Yes, he did get more handsome!

Yes, please run away together...

Aaaaah the ear rub! My heart! 🥰

YES! Kang-gook, get your man!

Oh gosh, is there anything better than smiling into a kiss because you’re so happy? Now I’M so happy! 💖💖💖

Okay, wow. That last episode was a damn roller coaster! This show definitely would have benefited from another hour or two to really explore a lot of these plot points, especially the three years they were apart. But I’ve read that just getting this show made in the first place was a huge success for LGBTQ+ representation in South Korea, so honestly everything this show was, was so good! So so good! (I also hear that the same production company is coming out with another one, Mr. Heart, so I’ll be looking for that one!)

[awkwardlyweepingstudent-blog]

Forbidden - A Spot Conlon love story

"Extra, Extra, criminals break out of prison, hundreds already terrorized, you heard it here," I yelled out to the busy streets.

"Excuse me," turn to see a boy who looked just a bit older than me, "where exactly does it say that? I can't find it," he said in an accusing tone while referring to the newspaper in his hand, I assumed he had gotten one from another boy because I didn't recall selling to him,

"Where does it? Ise said youse 'eard it ere, and youse did didn't ya," he scoffed and I sighed "now get outta ere unless youse gonna buy a pape, I gotta eat ya know," he huffed and walked away, "Extra, Extra," I yelled again selling more papers. Suddenly I feel my papers snatched from under my arm. I whip around to see my brother standing there “Brave, I swear to God give me my papes’ back or I will kick your ass,”

“How bout nah, anyway sis, I need youse to go back to ta lodge, some of Queens’ newsies are coming over and Ise have some business to do before, I'll sell your papes for youse too," I sighed and rolled my eyes but obliged. I got back to the lodge just before the boys arrived. I just sat down on the sofa when the boys came in,

“Hey Freckles,” Jet, the leader of the Queens’ newsies says opening the doors.

“Hey boys,” I got up and took my cap off letting my long braid fall down out of my cap. I walked over to the main table and picked my brush up, “Have a seat,” I undid my hair and attempted to tame it while talking to them, until my brother came in,

“Hey guys, here Freckles, the rest of your money,”

“Yay Ise love you,” I squealed hugging him and taking it from him. “I goin’ to go out-“

“No your not,”

“Uhg,” I stomped my foot, “Ise not a four year old, I be fifteen,”

“I’m still youse older bruddah,”

“by three yeas,”

“And not only I be  youse brother, Ise ta head of da Bronx’s Newsies, I run tings round here,”

“Well Ise not some little child who can be bossed around,” I yelled at him

“Well youse are me little sister and a Bronx Newsie, so if youse know whats best youse will listen to me when ise say you are not goin’ out,” I screamed in frustration as I grabbed my hat and brush and stormed up to my room. It wasn’t uncommon for me and my brother to get into fights, it happened pretty often, but one of us usually apologized within a few hours of the fight. I plopped myself on my bed and continued to try and brush my hair. Once it was more calm I braided it, I had self-taught myself how to do a bunch of hairstyles by just seeing them on the street and figuring them out.

“Freckles,” one of the boys knocked on my door, “wes going outta eat,”

“Ise not hungry,” I yelled back lying. I was hungry, I just didn’t want to face my brother. I sighed and pulled out a torn up book I had under my bed, I had found it on the streets a few years ago and had taught myself to read, a bit from it, I still struggled a lot with bigger words, and longer sentences, but it gave me something to do. I used my finger to guide my eye as I tried to put my sentences together, the book was by Arthur Conan Doyle and was about a man who solved mysteries in England. The parts I could understand were fascinating, I just wish I didn’t have to spend so long trying to understand each page. I sighed and reread the page I was on finally getting it. I moved back to the beginning of the chapter to read up to the point I had gotten to. I was immersed in my chapter when I heard banging coming from downstairs. I put my book back under my bed and looked out the window. There was a single newsie with a crutch under one arm knocking on the door, he obviously wasn’t from the Bronx, we didn’t have any crips. Against what I knew my brother would have me do I forced open my window and climbed onto the fire escape. I climbed down the side of the building and jumped of a small ledge landing besides him. He jumped a bit before turning to me,

“Da name’s Crutchie, I’m from ‘hattan,” He hesitantly spit in his hand and held it out, I spit in mine and shook it immediately seeming to surprise the boy.

“Freckles, why is you in da Bronx,”

“Well I was hopin to talk to da leaddah if youse know where he is,”

“Da boys are out for dinnah, I don’t know how long dey’ll be, and anyway ise da closest to da leddah youse gonna get to talk ta soon, now why do youse wanna talk to da leddah?”

“Well us ‘hattan newsies are goin on strike, dey raised da price of da papes,”

“Yes, ise heard rumors,”

“Well, we was hopin we could get ya on our side,”

“And how do wese know youse are serious about dis, dat youse won’t cower at the sight of da bulls comin at ya,”

“Well, youse just gotta believe me, wese won’t,”

“Dats not enough crutchie boy,” he sighed, “Wese gotta see ya stick wit it, den we’ll back you,” He nodded turning to walk away, “And crutchie,” he turned back, “Off da record, personally, I wish ya guies the best,” I watched him walk until he was out of my site before turning and starting to climb back up when I heard a voice,

“Freckles? What are you doin outside,” I swung myself onto a ledge and looked down at my brother,

“If yous must know, a newsie from ‘hattan came,”

“What was a ‘hattan newsie doin in da Bronx,” he asked more to himself

“He came to ask for our support in the strike,”

“You talked to da guy,”

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t gonna ignore him,”

“I don’t want you talking to newsies you don’t know,” I rolled my eyes,

“He was a crip, harmless,”

“Youse don’t know dat,”

“Anyway I can pack a punch if I need ta, anyway I told ‘im wese needed to see dat dey will stay and fight, not give in easily” he nodded and a saw a glimmer of pride in his eye. I continued climbing back up, “Night” I yelled down to him.

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No pov.

Crutchie came with the news back to the lodge where the other boys had returned.

“Battery, East side, and Harlem said dey wanna see Brooklyn join den dey will,”

“Well what did Brooklyn say,”

“Dey wanted to see us fight, not run,”

“What about Queen and Midtown”

“Dey are waitin for da Bronx,”

“Crutchie!” Jack yelled seeing his friend coming towards them, “What did da Bronx say,”

“Well she said dat they needed to see dat we were serious, dat we wouldn’t run when da bulls came,”

“She?” Jack asked, “Da leader of da bronx is Brave, a guy,”

“Well ise got Freckles, she said da boys were out and didn’t know when dey would return, and dat she was da closest to da leadah I was gonna get soon,”

“I aint evah ‘eard of no Freckles, but if dats da response you got,” Jack shrugged, not wanting to send a boy to wait for Brave to return.