#and they won

[lunarmoves]

“friend,” sun’s voice echoes across the daycare, cool and swift like the blade of a dagger cutting through the wind. 

you look over to him with an eyebrow raised, a bundle of crayons gripped in your hand from where you’d been tidying up the arts tables. sun’s staring right at you, hands clutched together in front of his thin waist. the nearly iridescent glow of his eyes holds your own in an unreadable gaze. 

“…yeah?” you ask after a short moment, curious at this sudden… stillness. maybe even wary.

he tilts his head at you, a sharp click sounding through the air. then, after a beat, his optics narrow and he lifts a hand to quirk two fingers at you. “come here.” 

you’ve never heard him sound this way—stern, almost. calculatingly calm. in fact, it jars you so much that you find yourself immediately obeying. the crayons get dropped into their designated bucket. and then you’re slowly making your way closer to him. pit pat pit pat, goes your steps. closer and ever closer until you’re standing right before him—tilting your head back to properly look up at a face of stagnant metal and silicon. 

you're not sure what's going through that artificial brain of his. you can only stare at him, his head directly in line with one of the lights above in a way that makes the edges of his rays glow. a halo, almost. but not quite—not quite fitting, actually.

he seems to appraise you, in a sense. those two fingers he had used to beckon you closer lift up to gently touch your chin. silent. contemplative. you wait expectantly, watching him look at you. observe you. it makes something crawl under your skin.

after a terse moment, he speaks again, withdrawing his hand. his head tilts slightly in a small gesture towards the back of the daycare. "go grab the cleaning supplies from the closet."

your face must be confused, you think, feeling it twist slightly. but you nod and step away from him so you can trot over to grab the little cart he keeps in the daycare closet.

it's quiet.

it's quiet, you realize, as you roll the cart's squeaky wheels across the tiling and mats of the floor. it's quiet when it should not be quiet. you hear yourself swallow. what is going on right now?

you bring the cart to sun, who's still standing in the same position you had left him in. still and silent as a statue. as a robot. the only thing that had moved, really, was his head—spinning and rotating to track you as you grabbed the cart. still indecipherable.

you want to ask him why he's behaving this way—so odd, so unlike him—but you don't get the chance.

sun speaks up just as you come to a stop in front of him. "go clean the toys."

you give him a look. but when he offers you no reaction other than another tilt of his head, you decide to grab the wipes and do as you're told. and once you finish that, sun tells you to toss all the balls back in the ball pit. then finish cleaning the arts tables.

all the while he stays in that same position. watching you with those pinprick white eyes and odd stillness that you are not used to coming from him. you want to question him—but then you see his carefully crafted, blank face and just decide that maybe he is having an off day. maybe you're being tested right now. maybe the higher ups at fazco were deciding whether or not to fire you so they ordered sun to do an impromptu evaluation.

either way, you keep your mouth shut, only tossing sun minor confused glances in between sanitizing toys and restocking boxes. and it's not until the daycare is clean and you're once again standing before him—appraising him appraising you—that you decide to speak up. there are goosebumps all over your body.

"what was that all about?" you ask with a small frown, arms crossed over your chest.

sun takes a moment to reply—still staring down at you. still utterly motionless. you wait patiently, trying not to let his version of sun get to you.

and then it's like life gets breathed back into him. abrupt and sudden. he starts swaying side to side in his usual manner, his arms clasping behind his back as his eyes upturn into crescents. you are more than just a little bit stupefied, especially when the daycare's background music starts playing from the speakers again. as though it had never been silent in the first place.

"hm?" he asks cheerfully, cocking his head to the side again. "what was what all about?"

your jaw nearly drops open. "you know exactly what i'm talking about!" you reply indignantly, your arms moving to wave about the daycare widely. "what was all of that just now??"

sun hums again, unperturbed. "oh! that?" he brings a hand up to tap at the bottom of his faceplate. tink tink tink. "well i suppose you could call that an experiment of sorts!"

"an... experiment," you repeat slowly. what the hell? "what are you talking about?"

"i am not quite sure you want the answer to that, friend," is sun's cryptic answer. you're starting to get a bit frustrated here.

"i think i can handle it," you state dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

sun's smile stretches wider. "well! if you must know, it was something i have wanted to test for a while!" his rays twitch slightly. "a silly thing, really. one i could not have done without you, so thank you, really."

you squint at him—his smiling face, his crescent eyes. "and this thing was...?"

sun's eyes squint so much they're nearly closed. he leans down closer to you, your face cast in his shadow. you can feel your heart drop to the soles of your feet. the shiver that rattles down your spine. and you come to the conclusion that you do not like this version of sun.

"obedience," he eventually whispers like it's a raw secret meant for you alone.

and in the face of sun and his ever static smile, you swear his teeth look more like knives.

part two

[wahgifs]

MTV VMAS 2023: HYUNJIN ☆

[tiny-huts]

You know the encounter wasn't as well balanced as you thought when you need to pull out a divine intervention

[gustingirl]

GO SOUTH KOREAAAAA

[daydreaming-optimist]

guess who fractured her foot in two places and has been stuck in the ER for the past 7 hours? 💕

[newlyacquiredbois]

ya girl just went to her first NHL game, main takeaway: these men are really large!!

[freshbaked-bread]

i saw this:

and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so

^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order

(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)

btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)

[sniperct]

[psychlocke]

laios you will always be iconic to me

[tigerjpg]

nothing makes me go "ooooh we are NOT the same" quite like reading some post about how people talk with their parents about their interests. what do you mean you told your father about stevebucky. what do you mean he asked further questions

[theclearblue]

[nipuni]

I loved David's latest suit 🥰

[nando161mando]

[soranker]

laios985

[sakiye]

im still at the world cup final i love my team so much guys

[colourofthekites]

oh we won, this is gonna be a cinematic event