#but I feel like they’re definitely disbanding now

[felixs-infodump]

newjeans are cooked holy shit

[ssruis]

One thing I like abt the rks dynamic is that Tsukasa is able to pretty consistently catch rui off guard… Rui is A Planner and part of planning things is being able to (at the very least) make an educated guess about how people will react to things. & I feel like he’s just kinda carried that over to how he views relationships (in that he’s very observant & knows what his friends are probably going to do). Side effects of developing a habit of people watching. Also he’s just a super intelligent genius I think he tries to think of all the possible outcomes of his actions (barring emotional ones. because he is stupid).

Tsukasa is definitely not an entirely unpredictable person but he does have his moments where he

1) says stuff that Rui clearly did not expect or realize (ie the card story from his twilight festival card where Tsukasa outright says that they’re worried about his health as a friend, not as a director + in pandemonium where Tsukasa says the trip is like a one off show and later points out that Rui should take more credit for his own growth)

2) or does stuff that Rui didn’t predict (ie insisting on doing torpe the pianist because it’d be difficult in dazzling lights + joining the disciplinary committee in his year up 2*)

Which I think is largely owed to Tsukasa being the opposite of Rui in a lot of ways, despite all they have in common. Very emotion driven vs logic driven (…ostensibly. Lmao)/open vs closed off/impulsive vs careful/following your heart vs following your brain*/“ok everything’s good now so I’m fine” vs tending to dwell on what could have happened**/present focused vs future focused.

Tsukasa is able to point out things that rui never would have realized and propose options that Rui never would have considered because he’s on the opposite end of things viewpoint wise. Also neat that this is kind of a continuing theme from the main story (tsk agreeing to Rui’s stunt ideas, literally chasing him down after Rui refused to rejoin wxs and making him watch a whole show Tsukasa put on to convey his true feelings).

*specifically in curtain call. Rui’s been a lot more emotion driven wrt wxs since then, but he does put a lot of thought into his choices before making them, whereas Tsukasa kinda just goes “this feels right so that’s what I’m doing.”

**referring more to ohe with Tsukasa recovering quickly & Rui thinking about wxs nearly disbanding pretty frequently, but Rui does dwell on his past a lot. “It was in the past so I’m over it” me when I lie. there are so many instances in this game of him thinking about his childhood or it being relevant to why he’s having an issue. Meanwhile Tsukasa is like “splendid! Confronting my past loneliness helped me get into character for thorpe! Ok I’m done thinking about it now”

[maoxyi]

To let go (part 8)

“…I wanted to stop him for the future…”

Luffys eyes squeeze shut as he lays his head on Aces shoulder.

“…there’s so many who can help you…”

He doesn’t want to hear them anymore.

“…let’s go home…”

Neither of them.

“Luffy.” He blinks his eyes open slowly but makes no move to sit up. “C’mon Lu, isnt it time to get up?” Ace says to him as Sabo kneels down to look into his sleepy eyes. Luffy thinks about it for a moment. For just a few seconds before pouting. Just being around his brothers makes him feel so small. He feels a childish spark zap through him and it’s almost as though they’re kids again. He pouts and squeezes his eyes closed.

“No.” He replied simply, feeling a bubble of pride in him.

“Now Luffy, you gotta get up.”

“No.”

“Luffy…” Sabo sighs exasperatedly and Ace laughs. He sees his crew on the ship when he opens one eye. He sees Usopp fishing with Chopper as Brook leans over to watch. Sanji hands the girls some beverages and turns to fight Zoro who did absolutely nothing. Franky was chatting with Jinbe and they let out a laugh that’s carried over to him by the breeze. Before he can take a look towards Law, Sabos pouting face comes into view.

“Luffy… my arm is nuuuuuuumb!” Ace complains. Luffy reaches around his brother and pulls him onto the sand earning a loud ‘oof!’ from Ace. Sabo cackles at them but doesn’t count for the fact that Luffy reaches over and drags him to the ground with them. Sabo let’s out a high pitched wail as he flops over his laughing brothers and Luffy has never felt like this. He doesn’t think he’s felt this whole for a long time. This full of pure, clear love for his big family. Pirate king becomes a secondary dream in his mind when he feels his brothers and crew surround him. He wishes this is how it ended. He wishes this was his world. This was the reality he would eventually return to.

“Luffy you’re such an idiot.” Ace chuckles. Luffy snorts at him.

“You’re the bigger idiot.”

“No you.”

“No. You.”

“You both are absolute dumbasses.” Sabo pipes up, as he stares at them. They stick their tongue out to him. Luffy sees Usopp and Chopper look over to them and smile. They wave. He waves back at them. They lay there for a while, bathing in the sun on the Amazon Lily beach. Ace huffs.

“Sabo, you’re heavy.”

“That I am Ace. I am a muscular man after all.”

“Not as much as me though.”

“No, no definitely more than you. I don’t need to be shirtless to show it.”

“…That isn’t the point asshole, get off I am literally suffocating.”

“Good. Die.”

“I just escaped death and here you are trying to kill me again.”

“Yes. Die.” Sabo smiles politely and Luffy howls with laughter as his brothers try to wrestle each other though it was more of Ace flailing to hit Sabo who simply refused to move. He looks up at the sky.

“So… what are you going to do now?” He asks. They both pause and look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… what are Ace and Sabo going to do now? That it’s over basically?”

“Well…” Ace starts and looks at the Sunny. “Pops has decided… to disband the Whitebeard pirates…” Luffy sits up immediately. This… this isn’t good. What should be bizarre is that Whitebeard even survived… but the fact that he himself disbanded them… huh.

“What?”

“It’s true. Of course I asked Marco if they refused. Of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? He told them though. He can’t…” Ace took a deep breath and Sabo sits up off of them. “…He can’t keep going anymore. He can’t keep leading us. He told us that after the close call of Marineford, it- it really showed him, he says, that the old era is over. The new era has risen and he’d rather be alive to witness it.”

“Ace…” Sabo puts his hand on his shoulder. Luffy stares. He’s unsure. Of course this never happened but…

“It’s ok Ace! Your old man is still alive right? That’s all that matters!” He knows there’s no need because he has to leave. He has to go home. He’s forgetting his crew is waiting for him. He’s forgetting. He’s forgetting…

“Yeah I guess… but it’s ok because Marco says that he’s going with him to a place where he knows they’ll be safe. Everyone else told me that…” Ace clears his throat. “That they’ll be ok. That we’ll see each other again soon. They’re going their separate ways.”

“I’m sorry… you didn’t go with them because of me didn’t you…” Luffy looks down. He feels horrible because he doesn’t feel bad about it.

“Nah of course I would stay with you! My little brother needs me! Of course you have your crew but I’m a big brother. It’s what I do.”

“Hey I’m here too!” Sabo pouts before turning to Luffy and smirks. “He was crying by the way. Him and the Whitebeard pirates were crying. So hard.”

“SHUT UP!”

“They were practically wailing and it took three hours for them to hang up.”

“ITS NOT TRUE SHUT UP!”

“It’s true and Whitebeard was laughing so hard. He even told Ace to shut up and hang up already.”

“Oh my goooooooddddddddddd-“

“Sounds about right.”

“LUFFY.”

“Anyways,” Luffy turns to Sabo, completely ignoring Aces glare. “What about you?”

“Well…” Sabo begins and looks into the forest. This felt like deja vu. “I told Dragon I would be spending some time away. There’s something I want to do. He was a little hesitant at first but he heard me out and agreed with me.”

“Oh…” Luffy looks down, regret for not regretting.

“No no, Lu. I decided this.” He looks at Ace who nods. “Actually, there’s something we wanted to talk to you about.”

And Luffy doesn’t know why he’s so scared. He doesn’t know why he shakes slightly. He has to grab his own hand. He’s never been so worried. Never. He isn’t ready for what this fake reality will tell him. He isn’t but… at the end of the day he’s still scared.

“Luffy.” Ace smiles at him with Sabo grinning excitedly. “We wanted to ask you-“

“Can we join you’re crew?”

And Luffy doesn’t think he’d ever be as surprised as he is right now for the rest of his life.

[solarwynd]

Honestly I think bts members themselves don't know what they want to do with the group yet and that's probably why nothing is planned as of now. Like I'm sure they'll do some group activities since they did renew at the very least for that and they have talked about it but it all seems kinda abstract. I always thought the 2025 reunion was more about all the members coming back together after finishing the military and tbh it seems to be more of a statement to appease armys than anything else. Maybe a single release with group promotion and the HYYH album is coming that year too but do the members even want full blown group activities so soon? They don't even seem to be on the same page when it comes to what they want to do. You got some like jimin and jk talking about big performances and solo concerts and jin saying he doesn't feel like doing performances that much so even that they'll have to compromise and find a middle ground for what everyone wants especially if they want to avoid getting the same burnout that warranted a group hiatus 2 years ago.

Yea I never believed that BTS would be making a full blown comeback. There would be no logical time frame to make a brand new full album, film things etc in a six month time span that. I know some members did it for solo work but then look at the underwhelming result of it 🥴

I still feel like the plan is to release a comeback album but good on them for seemingly wanting to take their time with it and not rush to put out slop just to appease everybody else. I also feel like solo work is gonna continue into 2025 too. I think Hobi definitely has something planned. Whether it’s a tour or another album, cause it looked like pdogg might have traveled with him.

Nobody as of now looks like they’re clambering to come back to the group. Not saying that they secretly want to disband, but just like they have more ambition for their solo work than being BTS atm. Cause going back to that would just feel like a ball and chain to me if I was one of them.

[jkfanfr]

Sarawat and Tine FF- 2gether The Series (BL)

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UGH! I love these two so much!!!!!!!! I don’t care what anyone says, but their chemistry is definitely one of a kind compared to many. Definitely in my top 3 couples. They won my heart when i watched the series and were just the cutest. So i’ve decided to make a FF about them because i’m just obsessed, no literally, i’ve rewatched the series like 3 times already

Disclaimer: I mean no disrespect to actual actors, this is pure fantasy for the series characters 🤍

SWEET FLUFF

AND SMUT W AFTERCARE ;)

Have fun reading, and enjoy my lovelies <33

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Sarawat- “So when are you coming back from work?”

Sarawat turned around, looking towards Tine with a gentle smile widening on his lips. He curved his palms around Tine’s waist, digging his nose into the crevice of his neck.

Tine- “Get off of me you idiot”

Tine shoved himself off of Sarawat, which of course made him a little disheartened as his smile slouched.

It’s what happens when you delete Tine’s lawful files off of his laptop. He works as an attorney, and keeps his clients information on his laptop. And not surprisingly, with how bad Sarawat is at using technology, he accidentally deleted them when looking for his own files.

Sarawat is a solo artist, working as a musician day in and day out. He was in a group called Ctrl+S a while back, but after a couple of years being together, they disbanded due to them wanting to focus on their own careers and personal lives. They are all still very close as friends even with how busy they are.

With Sarawat and Tine having busy busy jobs, they still own a home together, still cute together, still sleep together, still go on dates together. All in all, they’re still 2gether, since Sarawat first laid his bambi eyes on his chic little bunny, Tine.

And they plan to keep it that way for the rest of their lives, ever since Sarawat found him again after bumping into him at a Scrubb concert. The endless thoughts in his mind of maybe never being able to see the one he admired ever again almost horrified him. But that day wouldn’t of come anyways.

The love he felt in his heart when he found Tine again, oh Sarawat couldn’t help but fall all over him just the same as Tine did for him.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine baby..I said i was sorry about the files..”

Tine- “You’re sorry, but i’ll never be able to get them back. I’m gonna have to re-write all of that all over again y’know?”

Sarawat- “I know..and i feel really bad about it, you know i do..”

Sarawat tugged onto Tine, even if he shoved him off a million times, he’d never let his baby go. Tine looked at him with his dark circles on the prowl after the sleepless nights he’s been having to work with.

Tine- “I’m heading to work, i’ll be back by 9pm”

Tine grabbed his satchel bag, one which carried the paper files which surprisingly didn’t get deleted. He latched onto his keys, which was hung on a rusty key ring. The mirror was the last thing Tine met as he adjusted his hair in the reflection of it so he doesn’t look like a complete mess.

Sarawat shifted towards Tine, as his heart was palpitating against his chest under his old t-shirt which was bound to be years old by now,

Sarawat- “No kiss goodbye baby?”

Tine- “Do you deserve one?”

Sarawat instantly looked down at his feet as he kicked at the carpet on the floor a little. He then looked up with a little pout on his lips

Tine couldn’t help but give into his cuddly boyfriend, as he looked like a sad little dog who wanted some love

Tine- “I’m only joking, you know i’d never deny a kiss from you, come here Wat”

Sarawat’s smile sprouted up again as he quickly went over to Tine. He put his fingers on his soft cheeks before giving him a delicate kiss on his lips. No matter how tired Tine was, he could never decline Sarawat’s sweet kisses.

Tine- “I forgive you alright? I know it was an accident, but please be careful next time okay?”

Sarawat- “Mhm, i will be as careful as possible. Thank you baby..~~”

Tine forgave Sarawat still, even if he would have to go through another sleepless night. He couldn’t go through the day with thinking about how he didn’t forgive him. Tine cared for him deeply especially when it comes to his feelings.

Sarawat let Tine go after a little while before they both said their goodbyes with Tine shutting the door behind him. And with that, Sarawat was all alone. With no work, no Tine, no nothing. Just a boring Wednesday. He figured he’d spend today writing a song for Tine, as his guitar glistened in the corner of his eye. He’s been singing Scrubb songs for years now, and maybe he could finally write his own for his darling boy.

This would also be good for Tine, as he’s been so stressed lately with his job. This could be a good way to break through that hardheadedness since he’s been so reckless with his well-being lately.

Sarawat decided to take that chance and picked up his guitar, his notebook and went on to their balcony. That’s where his brain was the most efficient. In a relaxed breeze over the city, as he sat in his chair, pondering through all of his best love lines for Tine.

Later that day

Tine shoved himself through the front door, shutting it behind him before dropping his bag on the floor. He sighed deeply before leaning against the door. His eyes filled with tears before he broke down on the floor. Tine brought his knees to his head as he sat on the floor, unable to keep himself from sobbing quietly. He didn’t even know why he was crying, it was all such a trouble to his mind as he thought of how weak he was.

Sarawat was sat on his chair, studying his lyrics as he heard the front door open and close. It must be Tine, his baby. He left his chair, as he walked out of their bedroom to see him.

Sarawat- “Hey my love, how was work-..”

Sarawat’s words soon stopped as he realised Tine was on the floor, swept up in his tears. He ducked down immediately, wanting to know why he was crying so hard.

Sarawat- “Oh baby..why are you crying?”

Tine sniffled hard as he looked up at Sarawat with his twinkling eyes filled with salty tears. He still looked so angelic, even in such a state.

Tine- “Wat..”

That’s the only thing Tine said before rushing into Sarawat’s hefty arms, forcing his warm body into a deep hug. Of course, Sarawat gave into that heartbreaking hug Tine was wanting so badly. He could tell Tine was feeling so messy and out of place.

Sarawat- “Shh..baby, relax okay? I’m here, i’m here for you Tine”

Tine- “W-Wat..”

Tine’s voice was so quiet, as he was stuttering, struggling to talk properly. He was really emotional right now, and Sarawat could only feel so sympathetic, wanting to help his love with anything

Tine- “It’s so stressful..it’s so hard..i can’t do anything.”

Sarawat’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he looked at Tine’s glistening face which was filled with watery tears. This wasn’t like Tine, he loved his job so much

Sarawat- “What makes you say that honey?”

Tine- “I just k-keep on messing up with files and my boss complained at me so much today. I-It was always little concerns but this time was so serious. H-He said my clients don’t deserve me as an attorney. I feel so stupid a-and idiotic and and-”

Sarawat- “Tine”

Tine was interrupted with Sarawat’s voice, as he looked at his serious sort of expression. Tine bucked down, a bit worried of his sudden attitude.

Sarawat- “Do you really think you’re not a good attorney?”

Tine- “N-No..i don’t think i am”

Sarawat- “And you believe that because your boss said it?”

Tine- “Well yeah, b-because he’s my boss and he has to be honest with his employees”

Sarawat- “Do you love your job?”

Tine- “Yeah..i love being a lawyer..”

Sarawat- “So if you love being a lawyer, why do you care if your boss believes you’re not cut out to be one?”

Tine- “B-Because-”

Sarawat- “Because you don’t believe in yourself.”

Tine looked at Sarawat with a softer expression, his lips quivering at his words. Sarawat’s heart shook harder in his chest as he stared at Tine’s pink and puffy cheeks, his saddened expression.

Sarawat- “Tine baby, you’re amazing at your job. No matter how many mistakes you make, you always find a way around them. It makes me admire you even more as a person and as your boyfriend. Your boss doesn’t realise who he’s treating wrong alright? If you love being an attorney, then you need to focus on your passion than other people’s negative opinions of you.”

Tine’s eyes filled with more tears, as Sarawat’s words tugged onto his heartstrings. Sarawat's smile formed on his soft lips, unable to not smile at his sweet Tine. Hearing words like this made Tine feel more relieved, relieved he has someone on his side. Instead of against him

Tine- “Y-You really think so Wat..?”

Sarawat- “I don’t think so, i know so”

Tine couldn’t help but smile a little, looking like a cute little bunny as his arms wrapped around Sarawat again. He sniffled his sadness away, his love for Sarawat only blooming more and more. He doesn’t even know what he’d do without his beautiful man beside him.

Sarawat- “I love you baby, so so much alright? And i don’t want you to think anything otherwise”

Tine- “Mmh..okay Wat..i-i love you too, really i do”

Sarawat- “I know my love, i know you do..”

Tine- “Im so glad i have you Wat, even when i’m so overworked and tired..there’s not a day that i don’t want you”

Sarawat- “Really?”

Tine- “Of course..”

Sarawat- “So..can i have you right now?”

Tine’s eyes widened in slight shock, as Sarawat had a playful smile on his lips. He knew exactly what he meant. His sly and dirty intentions were obvious. So, he quickly hit Sarawat’s shoulder, a sort of punishment for his words

Tine- “Ai! Wat?!”

Sarawat- “Im joking, i’m joking honey, don’t hurt me..!”

Sarawat’s smirk soon went into a pout, his mischievous expression changed into something more worried. Worried about where Tine would hit him next.

Sarawat- “But if i’m serious with you, no matter how you look or feel, i’ll always love you just the way you are Tine.”

He placed a small kiss on Tine’s temple, as he inhaled his aroma of pure sweet vanilla.

Sarawat- “And to show you how amazing you are, i wrote you a song”

Tine’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at Sarawat. He was slightly shocked he wrote a song for him. Spending all of his time to write a full blown song? Tine couldn’t even comprehend the fact Sarawat would even go all those lengths for him. He felt so appreciated.

Tine- “You wrote a song..? For me?”

Sarawat nodded; a small chuckle escaping his lips as he left a little tickle at Tine’s jaw

Sarawat- “Of course baby, why wouldn’t i? Come, jump on my lap” Tine’s smile sprouted even more, like a daffodil blooming in late spring time. He planted himself into Sarawat’s legs, as he brought a guitar and placed it in front of Tine. Tine’s eyes were glued onto Sarawat’s long fingers tuning the guitar as he couldn’t help but admire his beautiful man.

Sarawat- “You ready honey?”

Tine- “Yeah, of course i am~~”

Tine giggled cutely, as Sarawat cleared his throat. He was a little nervous, but started his pretty lyrics anyways.

(Best Part; Daniel Ceaser, H.E.R)

(Now it’s not Sarawat’s original of course, but just imagine that gorgeous voice in this song 😩)

You don't know, babe When you hold me And kiss me slowly It's the sweetest thing..

Tine’s ears were in another world as he heard Sarawat’s beautiful voice. His heart went rampant, as he couldn’t contain his own small gasp.

And it don't change If I had it my way You would know that you are..

Sarawat’s eyes closed every now and again as he focused on his tone and rhythm of his fingers slowly strumming the guitar. But he couldn’t help himself and stare at Tine’s glittery eyes.

You're the coffee that I need in the morning You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring Won't you give yourself to me Give it all, oh..~

I just wanna see.. I just wanna see how beautiful you are You know that I see it I know you're a star Where you go I follow No matter how far If life is a movie Oh you're the best part, oh oh oh..

Tine swore he had tears forming in his eyes, as he couldn’t see Sarawat clearly. The love and passion in his voice, oh he couldn’t help himself

It's the sunrise And those brown eyes, You're the one that I desire When we wake up And then we make love It makes me feel so nice..—

Tine was unable to hold himself back as he shoved his lips straight onto Sarawat’s already parted lips. His eyes widened at Tine’s bold move, as his singing was cut off by his plump and sweet lips attached to his.

Sarawat- “Mmh..babe..what are you doing?”

He asked with a small chuckle, as Tine continued to kiss Sarawat with all of his lips stuck onto his like glue. Tine couldn’t part himself from him anymore

Tine- “Wat, babe, that was so beautiful, your voice, the way you play the guitar, just everything..it just makes me so attracted to you and i can’t help but kiss you right now. I’m sorry i cut you off in between but i couldn’t hold back..You deserve the most loving kiss i can offer..”

Sarawat felt his heart race against his chest, which was tight in his shirt as he watched Tine’s eyes fill with tears. He couldn’t bare to see that as he quickly wiped them away for him. Tine’s words had him on a slight chokehold as he let out a small giggle. His lips curved into his signature smirk.

Sarawat- “Oh Tine..you’re so sweet to me. You give me too much for my heart to handle..”

Tine grabbed the guitar, placing in on the ground beside them both. Confused Sarawat watched his boy get more comfortable on his lap, as his arms were wrapped around his neck.

He soon found it relaxing as the both of them stayed in that same position, feeling each other’s warm bodies pressed against one another.

Sarawat- “I love you baby”

Tine smiled quickly, placing a kiss on his temple

Tine- “Ai love you too Wat”

Sarawat took Tine’s cheeks into his hands, pulling him closer into another one of his signature kisses. They always had Tine hung onto him. The love they both had for each other whirled it’s way through their tongues meeting quickly since the passion rose so incredibly.

Tine moaned breathlessly, it being so melodic in Sarawat’s ears, as his ears felt like they were in heaven. Sarawat brought his arms around Tine’s waist, carrying him towards their bedroom with their lips connected.

Tine already knew where this was going once he was plopped onto the bed, as Sarawat pressed butterfly kisses around his jugular vein. That was a sensitive spot of Tine’s as he shifted a bit on the blankets

Tine- “Wat..baby..please”

Sarawat- “Let me show you how much i love your body..”

Sarawat held Tine’s hands above his head as his lips continued to drag his mouth around his neck. Little love marks were placed around, as Sarawat sucked into his skin. He knew his Tine loved those hickeys around his body.

Sarawat swiftly then undressed Tine, his eyes admiring everything about him. His defined collarbone, those squishable pecs he loves touching, his fresh abs as sweat drips down his tan skin. Those gorgeously long legs of his, curves which fit his fingers perfectly. Everything about him was so perfect

Sarawat- “Oh you’re stunning baby..”

Tine blushed profusely, smiling gently as his boyfriend’s sweet words. Sarawat dipped his head straight on his nipple, tasting the latter on his tongue. His other hand softly squished the other pec, feeling it up how he liked to. Sarawat let his teeth softly sink into his skin, leaving a small love mark before givin the exact same treatment to the left pec.

Tine was groaning through his already parted lips, unable to control my lungs from letting them out. He always secretly loved Sarawat’s touch on his body.

Tine- “Please love..i want it..”

Considering they haven’t made love in a while, Tine was really expecting it. And Sarawat was ready to give it as he stripped himself down. Tine caressed his body lightly, loving the look of his musician.

Tine- “You’re so hot Wat..”

Sarawat let out a small grin and grabbed the Tine by his ass. He squeezed it roughly, pulling them both into a sloppy but meaningful kiss. Tine was in ecstasy already.

Sarawat- “Lay on your stomach then baby..and perk that ass up for me”

Tine giggled cutely before rolling onto his stomach on the mattress. His ass was lifted up a little as Sarawat brought it right to his crotch. Tine was immediately met with his hard and erect length pressing against it, as he let out a groan.

Sarawat- “You feel that? How bad it wants your perfect body?”

Tine’s eyes shut as he nodded slightly, he wanted Sarawat-expo more than ever right now..

Tine- “Oh fuck-please..i beg..i want it..”

Sarawat loved dirty talk, and hearing Tine’s responses made it all the more better. Just hearing how much Tine needs him, not even only in a sexual matter..it’s always so freeing.

Sarawat- “Let me make you a little wet first..”

Tine whimpered lightly at that response, but instantly moaned as he felt Sarawat’s tongue leave a trail of saliva across his ass. He felt his own erection wanting to spill out so badly, he was desperate. He was gonna get wet alright Sarawat let his mouth swerve around, loving how Tine was losing his composure right now

Tine- “No-No more foreplay please Wat..i just want it..”

Sarawat chuckled lightly, ruffling Tine’s hair lightly before shoving his length into his ass. That made Tine half-scream as it was impact he didn’t expect to feel so quick. His boyfriends erection covered with cold lubricant.

He began pounding into his Tine, letting his groans escape from his mouth as the heat was rushing all throughout his body and the room. It was as if nothing could be more pleasuring. And perhaps not too.

Tine- “Oh..oh..mmh..Wat~..please..right there right there for me..”

Sarawat- “Right here baby?”

His tone was deep and lustrous, making Tine growl slightly as his prostate was being satisfied to a whole new level. It was something he’s been craving and his boyfriend was finally giving it too him.

All the stress from his work was being freed by Sarawat, as he let him know how much he enjoyed it.

Tine- “So so good..you’re so good..”

Sarawat continued to thrust into Tine, until he felt a coil up in his stomach, signalling that his climax was approaching

Sarawat- “So hot..and tight..just how you’ve always been. God you’re so sexy..”

Tine loved Sarawat’s praises as his moans exceeded in volume, as he felt his boyfriend’s hands touch up his own erection. That urged him more as his body let out its climax.

Tine groaned breathlessly once more, as he came over the bed, unable to contain himself. Meanwhile, Sarawat was getting round to his finale. Tine- “Babe..it hurts..”

Sarawat- “Hold on baby..i’m nearly there..”

Sarawat continued to pound into Tine, making sure he wasn’t too overstimulated before his let his warmth simmer into Tine. He hummed breathlessly as Sarawat did so before he flopped onto the bed.

Their chests were a bit red as they were breathing fiercely. Sarawat curved into Tine, spooning him from behind. Tine, of course, snuggled into his boyfriend’s warmth.

Sarawat- “Let’s go take a shower my baby”

Tine- “I’m tired..”

Sarawat- “Do you want me to wash you with a towel instead then?”

Tine- “If you don’t mind..”

Sarawat smiled gently, getting out of the bed and putting his boxers on. His feet stepped into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom with a bowl of water in his hand.

He dipped the towel into the water, rubbing it over Tine’s sweaty body. Aftercare was something that Tine took to heart, and it was a very loving gesture from his boyfriend.

Once Sarawat was done washing his Tine off, he settled that stuff all aside before climbing back into bed. Yes he was still sweaty, but at least Tine was all cool and comforted. That’s what mattered to him, his bunny, Tine.

Sarawat- “C’mere baby, let’s sleep okay?”

Tine cuddled into Sarawat’s arms, as he leant onto his chest. His heartbeat was always a healing noise to him, his favourite to sleep too.

Tine- “Thank you Wat..for making me feel better.. for the song..all of this love making..”

Sarawat- “Mmh, don’t you worry my darling, i wanted to do all of that for you..”

Sarawat smiled, his eyes glowing at Tine’s, how dilated his pupils were. He was adorable.

Tine- “I love you baby”

He left a small kiss on Sarawat’s lips before his smile widened. Sarawat- “I love you too my sweet Tine”

Tine- “I love you more my big Wat”

Sarawat- “Yeah, i am pretty big huh?”

His smile curved into a smirk as Tine playfully hit his shoulder out of slight shock

Tine- “No! That’s not what i said”

Sarawat- “So i’m not big? You want more proof?”

Tine- “Saraleo! Fuck off”

He rolled over so his back was facing Sarawat, as Sarawat laughed a bit more loudly at Tine’s reactions.

Sarawat- “Okay okay baby, i was joking, come back to me”

Sarawat shifted back to Tine, rubbing his sides gently as they both snuggled into one another again.

Tine- “Good night sweetheart”

Sarawat- “Sweet dreams angel”

Sarawat left a kiss at his temple before their eyes closed and they fell into dreamland with their hearts intertwined.

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I hope you all enjoyed that fanficccc, i apologise for not being active in a while, but it’ll do my best to put out some more work!!

Thank you all for the great amount of support and please do request any suggestions if you want to. You guys know i can do Thai BL couples, or even some anime characters if you please.

See you all later my lovelies <888

-reii

[rattymess]

sleep doesn't come easy (especially with an indestructible mug)

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Steven Grant x Short!Reader Summary: you just wanted to take your anger out on one of your neighbours in the middle of the night (who just happens to be Steven Grant) Word Count: 900-ish Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, mild anxiety (might be more but those are the main ones)

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Honestly, if you have to be frank with yourself, if you could move out of this apartment flat, you would in a heartbeat. No, not even. You would move out right before the question was even popped. 

There was just a plethora of issues that came out of living in a flat that certainly had a relatively cheap rent compared to the rest of the buildings around it. For one, there’s that constant dripping sound that you hear out of that one pesky pipe that’s just barely above your reach (and how your landlord just keeps on postponing fixing that), and secondly, there's the giant family of rats that you are sure lives somewhere just beside your fridge (there are definite biscuit crumbs that are littered around there that you’re like..99% sure you didn’t devour). Also, your apartment temperature was always either a bit too cold or a bit too hot for your liking. But mostly, the thin walls were the thing that really ticked you off. 

All those issues didn’t even compare to your next-door neighbours. You’ve heard all kinds of sounds in all of your time spent in this flat, ranging from sex noises to screeching babies. But one particular neighbour really takes the cake on this one. Specifically, the one who lives across from you and comes home especially late at night, mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. You have no idea how that even trumps the moans and groans from your other neighbours but it just…does. Maybe it’s because they’re not exactly quiet when they come home or maybe your patience levels have just reached its limits. You’ve seen him a few times when you’re going off to work, but you’ve never actually taken a good look at them as you’ve always had a tendency to rush out of the building.

Well, that is, until today. 

Standing in front of the aforementioned neighbour’s door at 4AM in the morning, clutching your phone one hand, you find yourself loudly pounding on their door. You honestly don’t remember what had even led you here. You just remember waking up from your restless sleep by a loud smash and wanting to scream your heart out at someone. Honestly, you’re not even sure if the noise even came from the guy across the hall. It might’ve been from the couple down to the right of the hall that accidentally broke a vase or something while they were doing their daily midnight…shenanigans. But before you can second guess your late-night decisions even more, a small click resonates from the other side of the door.

“H-Hiya love.” A man with giant doe-eyes that looked like he hadn’t slept in days and a slight pout glances down at you, looking like a young dishevelled schoolboy who knows that he’s about to be lectured. “Did I wake ya? I’m awfully sorry about that. I just came home you see, and my bloody arm accidentally knocked over my favourite mug. It’s still intact but still, I’m bloody sor– ”

You didn’t hear any of that. While the man was still spouting on about his mistake, you begin to feel your blood suddenly flow to your face. Your eyes trail down from the man’s messy dark curls (is it weird to imagine dragging your fingers through each strand?) to his bewildered wondering eyes that seemed to slowly trail down to the ground in shame, to his soft, breathless lips that finally seemed to stop moving. Oh. You abruptly look up, your anger quickly disbanding into anxiety. He’s so pretty.

“–I-I’m Steven, by the way. Steven Grant.”

The mention of his name brings you out of your thought train. Shit. Say something. ANYTHING.

“H-Hhhi Steven…” You wheeze out. FUCK. You’re suddenly more aware of your surroundings than ever. Sleep is now fully dispersed from your mind as your eyes fully gauge out what you’re actually doing. Looking down between you and Steven, your eyes widen as you realize that you’re wearing the most embarrassing outfit choice of your life: a pastel pink Barbie tank top alongside your hot pink sweatpants that read “Justin Beeb 4 Ever” that you bought as a joke and never thought you’d ever be seen outside with. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. I mean, hey, at least you didn’t bring your stuffed teddy—nope, it was just in your other hand. You groan into your bear, quickly alarming Steven.

“Hey, love? Y-You alright?” He stutters, not knowing what to do. “Do you want to come in?” 

You gradually raise your head from the bear to the man in front of you. This man...this man is an angel.

“I…I’m terribly sorry. I’m so embarrassed,” you anxiously say. “I couldn’t dare impose on you. I don’t even know what came over me. I just wanted to complain about the noise. I’m sorry. I..I’m just gonna go.” As you turn around and back towards your door, Steven grabs your hand into his. You swerve your head back up to meet his mesmerizing dark eyes. Huh? 

“No, love. I clearly disturbed you. Look, I’ll let you go back to your flat but please don’t hesitate ever comin’ to my door to knock some sense into me, yea?” Steven sweetly smiles at you before letting go of your now-shaking hands. If you weren’t flustered before, you certainly are now. Clearing away the lump that has now formed in your throat, you whisper, “I...actually do wanna come in.”

Steven grins. “Well…come in then, love.”

[lurkingshan]

The Eighth Sense 7&8

We are starting with Jae Won on the beach alone, no music and the faint sound of sirens over the title credits which is quite terrifying

Ji Hyun definitely got hurt fuck

Surf club disbanded, how bad was it damn someone TELL ME

Someone smack Tae Hyung PLEASE

Ae Ri does not give a fuck about paying respect to her shitty seniors and I love that

IT HAS BEEN A MONTH? Ji Hyun was very seriously hurt and it sounds like maybe almost died

Someone smack Eun Ji PLEASE

Honestly I wanted more from Yoon Won in that scene. She should have shut her peers down and not left that burden on Ae Ri.

Here we go again - there is a very dark filter with black edges around this scene with Jae Won in the classroom. Now 100% convinced these effects are meant to convey Jae Won’s state of mind. In episode 6 it was hazy because he was mentally breaking and bright because he was with Ji Hyun. Now it’s dark and oppressive because Ji Hyun is hurt and he’s in a depression. There may also be some elements of unreliable narration happening - its the only thing that explains some of the weirdness in ep 6 - but the things happening on screen are real. You must be pleased @bengiyo!

I would have liked to see that scene of Jae Won punching Tae Hyung go on much longer

They really want us to think Ji Hyun might be dead which is what convinces me he’s not

I get that he’s depressed and listless but I really wish Jae Won would not let Eun Ji near him, she is definitely taking advantage and he’s letting her out of self-loathing

We are now in a new therapy session, and Jae Won is definitely blaming himself as expected

Phew Ji Hyun is okay, but it seems they are not talking to each other

Boss lady is so happy to see Ji Hyun, and she’s right that he seems different - there is a curious lightness to his mood, but that might just be euphoria of freedom after a month in the hospital

Jae Won stayed with Ji Hyun until he woke up, then disappeared on him and only checked on him in secret, what a Brian Kinney move

Their trip was the happiest memory of Ji Hyun’s life it’s fine I’M FINE

Joon Pyo the country mouse trying to order cocktails 🤣

Ah man, Jae Won why must you be so predictable

Hedwig!!

Ji Hyun is really so much more confident now. Being in Seoul, having his first romance, finding a real friend, surviving a near death experience - these things have done wonders for our little country mouse.

Wetter is back, thank goodness. Maybe this ep won’t be as bleak.

I physically jumped when the camera panned up to Jae Won staring at him

Tae Hyung is such an awful person. We knew this and yet he keeps finding new depths of scumbaggery every week.

Jae Won clearly wants to be punished. He is torturing himself and it’s so unnecessary.

Of course Ji Hyun showed up for him. And he’s using this as an opportunity to tell Jae Won what he means to him 😭

Hahahaha fuck off Tae Hyung

Joon Pyo I knew you wouldn’t let me down. That was a nice coming out scene.

Ji Hyun unphased by Eun Ji, we love to see it. She truly is pathetic.

I just love boss lady so much

Jae Won’s affect is so flat it’s scary. And Ji Hyun is very brave to insist on this conversation.

I don’t know how others are feeling but that wasn’t as bad as I feared. Obviously, Jae Won is struggling and making self-destructive choices and Ji Hyun is going to be hurt by it. But these are pretty recognizable patterns and they can come back from this if Jae Won can work through his guilt. I’m still loving the show and what they’re doing here.

[ask-a-bot]

MS: Nein, ve examined all ze Autobot dead. Sideswipe vas not among zem. GHOST vas smart enough to not target any vell-known autobots it vould appear.

DP: well, I know who the guy who died in the cell was. As bad as this sounds, I’m actually glad he’s dead. If he hadn’t been I’d have killed him myself.

MS: vait seriously? who vas it?

DP: fragging Getaway.

MS: oh. Ok then. Ja zis vas definitely karmic justice as far as he is concerned.

🪣: the three cons we rescued are recovering. We’ve got an insecticon, a really big dude with a truck alt and an Eradicon.

DP: he says his name is Bobby now.

🪣: gonna check on how they’re all doing mentally in a minute. They don’t seem to be holding a grudge against humans in general so I should be safe.

That's good. I hope he's still alive. Are you OK, Megatron?

Cold.

Yeah. Why not go to your new room 'n' warm up? I'll bring you something good to eat.

Thank... uh... tha-thaaa... ksssschhhh! Kssshoooooooooooschhh! Snf. Excuse me. Thank you.

It's OK. Go rest. I'll bring you some stuff that'll keep, so you can just pick at it.

You're so good to me!

That's Megatron feeling a little happier.

Right. So... you found Getaway... I wonder what he was doing there.

Not sure who the Insecticon is. I know it isn't Shrapnel – he's accounted for and safe, last I heard. He certainly was after GHOST was disbanded.

The "big dude with a truck alt mode" would most likely be Motormaster, a Stunticon and one of Megatron's own creations.

Not sure about the Eradicon either.

Mind how you go. Motormaster can be pretty aggressive towards his own, let alone humans and Autobots. That's if it really is him, I guess.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Okay so my general mru timetravel saga phase thing. + how I’m doing the YA.

Since I think focusing on timetravel instead of the multiverse would have been a better next saga since timetravel was set up formerly.

Also, champions and Runaways will likely feature but I need to defamiliarise myself with the comics to feel more comfortable deciding on HOW. But I’ll get to it, just not in this post.

(Ramble below the cut)

First Phase:

I would make the first phase AFTER endgame extremely chill. More grounded, focus on a smaller group of heroes and the affects of the snap. TFATWS would be my preferred first project but obviously could change when I go to write it. Maybe seven projects in all? Keep it small. Six main solo projects, an avengers team up. I want to make it clear that things aren’t running as smoothly as they could be post-Thanos, there’s a lot of tension, the team isn’t quite… teaming.

Steve shows up as cameos in TFATWS and the avengers teamup, but not to take away from the focus of Sam being the new Cap. He’s more of an… advisor. He has experience, but that’s all he’s got to offer. He’s done with the fight. I don’t think he should’ve died in endgame personally bc I think people need a main avengers to continue showing up to really keep their investment until another character proves worthy enough for focus.

Eli is the first Young Avenger to be included, which would make a whole ‘oooo Young avengers maybe??’ But he’s played off like a cameo that’s there because Isaiah is there, no need to rush into the YA.

Kamala is also showing up. Ms Marvel wouldn’t be a MAIN solo project and would be kind of hinted to be disconnected until Carol shows up in the last episode.

There will also probably be a Hawkeye series but I don’t want any of the YA to be heroes before the YA. So Kate will likely cameo but I don’t want her to be a Hawkeye yet. That’s YA stuff. It can wait.

Second Phase:

A little more funky now. The Marvels is a good guide to take for the balance of funky and grounded. Sure it’s in space but it’s a pretty typical movie, nothing too big. Of course, the marvels = Teddy introduction. I’ve not watched the movie yet (literally on the way there now) so I can’t promise how I’ll introduce him, but it’ll probably be a small ‘cameo type’ thing.

The phase starts on a lighter note but slowly degrades, the avengers are slipping apart. It ends on a Loki s1.

Introduction of Kid Loki also. And I’ll probably do Sylvie differently. But with the demolition of the sacred timeline, there comes chaos in the storyline.

Introduction of the champions might occur here, whilst things are still light and dandy. Depends on what I can swing.

Third Phase:

House of M. Wandavision, obviously, introduces the Twins. They’ll probably remain toddlers though, to keep them little and cute, plus terrible twos + superpowers would make it obvious she’s crazy when she CHOSE that. They’re the two YA introduced this phase, no America until the multiverse unfortunately.

The avengers are slowly falling apart even further, Loki s2, and then, bosh, kangs. Not THE Kang, though. Other kangs. Fighting aaa. Some avengers probably die, Scott definitely does. They win and have to fight THE Kang, don’t win, Kang escapes.

Idk how to explain my idea for that film considering I haven’t properly planned it. But, basic idea is that he WILL come back.

Phase four:

No avengers. They fell apart, like they did for infinity war. If things like this keep happening, there’s no point anymore. Womp womp everything sucks. Some people, like Sam, are trying to keep everyone together but it’s so… hard. They wonder if they’re really just making things worse. They probably are.

Yeah there are solo projects. But it’s mostly pretty dismal. They’re trying to prepare to fight kang but they know they’ll lose. In the final solo project, there’s an end credit scene. Someone in a suit appears in dark streets and picks up a loose newspaper. ‘The avengers disbanded’. In a robotic-ish voice: oh no.

And then, final avengers movie of the saga. Except… it opens up to kids being assholes and oh wait this is just an adaptation of the first Young Avengers comic with some more emphasis on the avengers. Why have a huge crossover movie when teenagers can stab people? This isn’t to say there won’t be any closure for other storylines, I just don’t think every storyline needs to end in an AVENGERS storyline. The big crossover movie will probably be phase 3’s big Kang gang up movie, with everyone fighting their own time travelling war lord. But Kang’s death belongs to Nate. So that’s how it’ll be. Other superhero team ups will probably happen. But the big bad will be slain by those who now carry the avengers torch. It’s to me the only way to actually get people interested in the Young Avengers.

Some post saga notes:

There are some things that will be included. Like fantastic four and Xmen. It’s just a little difficult to try and explain how they fit it without going into masses of detail.

The next saga will likely be multiverse based. The Young Avengers are pretty well prepped for that kind of storyline. I’ll likely reallocate TLAT to this saga. Multiverse works better for god-based movies than time travel. It’ll probably include Children’s Crusade and YA vol2 for some of the avengers movies.

[shieldslinger]

captain america (2005) #1

god they just don’t write issues like they used to huh? there is SO much to unpack here, i should honestly probably split it all up but i’m just gonna start rambling and ya’ll can deal with it bc it’s loving steve rogers hours

so this is right after avengers disassembled/house of m and this? this is steve’s anger and depression raring it’s ugly head. bc steve feels his saddest and his most angry when he feels helpless and lately he’s felt extremely helpless in the face of his friends dying and the avengers disassembling. it hurts him when the avengers disband. that’s his family. and the hurt just compiles worse because he lost clint, both a good friend and one of steve’s very first avengers he’d ever trained up. there’s just… a lot of hurt all up in there. and there’s nothing steve can do about it because it’s all done. and being helpless like this is just a throwback to all the shit he couldn’t change growing up, the things he saw during the war. for a lot of people he knows, those wounds don’t even exist. for the few that have that kind of baggage, it’s faded, time making those memories fuzzy. but for steve? it’s literally every nightmare. it’s crystal clear, every second, every memory. he can be right back there in a second. and the helplessness he feels in the present drags those other memories, where he felt similarly helpless, right to the forefront of his mind, to replay whenever he closes his eyes.

so in the face of all this, he throws his hat back in with shield for lack of anything else to do since the avengers aren’t around and works his anger out on anyone dumb enough to get in his red white and blue way. which… is not good. because here’s the secret–steve holds back. he actually holds back a lot. he doesn’t punch at full strength, he doesn’t throw the shield to maim or kill, he makes sure everyone–even villains and low level baddies–leave the fight with their lives and limbs mostly intact. sure, there’s likely concussions and other minor injuries, but no one’s going on life support. because steve swore not to take a life and even when it’s hard, he’s going to do his best to abide by that. except now… now he’s angry. and it’s not just a current circumstance’s amount of anger, it’s a lifetime’s worth of anger. and he doesn’t have a ton of direction for that anger and he doesn’t have the support system he usually does to work it all out in a healthy way. he’s isolated himself and he’s put on his game face, even getting pissy with sharon and attempting to give her the cold shoulder. so yeah, he plays a little fast and loose with his morals because why the fuck not? these bad guys aren’t pulling their punches. they’re shooting with intent to kill, loading a train full of explosives to create a dirty bomb, they’re gonna kill people. so why is he holding back, why should he bother? and his anger gets let loose and it’s lethal. he’s breaking jaws with a casual punch, taking down helicopters with a single blow of the shield, and i fully believe that if those two men hadn’t dived off the train, steve would’ve decapitated them easily. that kind of brutality isn’t normal for steve and it’s indicative of the dark place he’s kinda gone to.

and like, here’s the thing too–steve is kind of excitable. like, he can go off really easily and he has a definite punch first, ask questions second mentality at times. but that’s… part of the basic steve rogers charm. that’s if everything is going well. because if everything’s going well, then he has his Feelings and he moves on. he broods, he processes, he talks it out with his Person and he moves along. he has his explosive anger moment and then lets it go. if he’s hurt emotionally by something, he might hang onto it and be petty, but still, it’s not… this. this anger that’s deep and caustic and boiling inside him. and i think that’s the depression part of it, that when he feels helpless, he feels deep sorrow, and he can’t help but wallow in it, but it also makes him so fucking mad that he just can’t get out of that helpless feeling no matter what happens.

he’s sulky about it! he’s angry and it’s not going away and he’s depressed as well, since he’s working for shield and doesn’t have the avengers, and has a house with no neighbors now so he won’t be “a danger to others” by being cap and knowing the damages that comes along with it and… god it’s just. so much proof that like, he’s still close with sharon so steve eventually relents a little but he doesn’t let her fully in. because right now she’s his ex. not his Person. she was–which is why he does, in later panels, tell her that he’s remembering the war again and feeling helpless again, but he doesn’t tell her that off the bat and he doesn’t really find any comfort, i think, in telling her. it was more of an angry vent, but there’s nothing to be done and he knew there was nothing she could say that would help.

there’s so much in these panels, so much in this issue… god i miss the good writing marble used to be capable of.

[imaginewithmgk]

a daydream away

prompt; a daydream away - all time low

link to music video

summary: y/n and colson keep having day dreams about each other

word count: 2,801

warnings: drug & alcohol, light smut

I wish you could see your face right now 'Cause you're grinning like a fool And we're sitting on your kitchen floor On a Tuesday afternoon

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I can’t believe you said that!” I laugh at my best friend.

“He was being annoying, what did you expect?” He responds, his breaths interrupted with the laugh he tries to cover up so often. I wish he wouldn’t because it has to be my favourite sound, ever. 

“Still! You didn’t have to tell him to fuck off,” I grin.

“I wish you could see your face right now,” Colson laughs. 

“What? Why!?” I laugh with him. 

“You’re grinning like a fool,” He smirks.

“Oh, shut up,” I playfully hit his chest. Colson and I went to a late lunch and were interrupted by the usual swarm of paparazzi, the life of a modern-day rockstar I suppose. Instead of ignoring them like he usually does, and is supposed to, the mixture of alcohol and mushrooms in his system had apparently disbanded his dignity and necessity to care about his public image, hence the abrupt “Fuck off!” aimed at the group swarming our once peaceful table. Like I said, the alcohol definitely played a large role in the outburst, we’re both pretty drunk. 

“Couldn’t help it,” He shrugs and pours another drink for the both of us. I slide my back down the kitchen counter and plop on the floor, my legs feel like jelly so I figure the cold tiles will almost certainly either sober me up or at least make me feel better. He turns around with two drinks in his hand,

“What are you doing on the floor?” Colson furrows his eyebrows.

“Dunno, looked comfy I spose,” I slur. I think the coldness of the tiles or being this close to the ground made me feel drunker, is that possible? Apparently so. He smirks, still looking confused but amused at the same time, and slides down next to me. He places the drinks on the floor, one on the right side of my ankle and the other somewhere next to him. I bend my knees so they’re against my stomach and wrap my arms around them, I’m suddenly very cold. The effect of the tiles I guess. 

“Hey, what day is it?” I ask Colson and lean my head on his shoulder. I watch our shadows reflect on the various objects in his dark kitchen. 

“I think it’s a Tuesday afternoon?” 

“Oh god,” I huff. 

It doesn't matter when we get back To doing what we do 'Cause right now could last forever Just as long as I'm with you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“These tiles are so fucking cold,” I laugh. 

“My ass is freezing,” Colson groans as he uses his hands to push himself up and stand up somewhat straight. He rocks back and forth for a few seconds before offering me his hand, I take it and he helps me up. I stabilise myself and finish my drink quickly. He does the same.

“Movie marathon?” I offer. 

“Hell yeah!” Colson yells before quite literally scampering away to his bedroom I assume. He seems to always pick his bedroom, and house in general, to hang out in opposed to mine, but I don’t mind because his bed is comfier anyway and I feel more comfortable when he’s around. 

I do my best to navigate my way to Colson’s room without destroying any property, but the effect alcohol has on my body is tragic. I knock into a few walls but eventually make it to his room and plop my body down on his bed. I crawl into a comfortable position, my favourite position in fact, that just so happens to be on his chest with his arm wrapped around me. 

We watch a movie or two but then I am rudely interrupted by my own bladder. I was very comfortable and warm until I couldn’t last another minute without going to the bathroom.

“I’m going to pee, I’ll be right back,” I say as I watch his eyes droop with tiredness but I don’t mind. He needs a good rest. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you

Colson’s P.O.V.

I watch her walk into the bathroom and breathe out gently at the thought of her. I wouldn’t know what to do or say if I had her. I’ve never felt more content than I do when she’s in my arms, and I’m sad she’s gone. I hear the tap run which signals she’s washing her hands and/or face so I make my way out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom. She opens the door and almost crashes into my chest, I guess she didn’t expect me to be standing right outside the door when she opened it, which makes sense. I wouldn’t expect it either. 

“W-what are you doing?” My best friend asks me as I place both hands above her shoulders, next to her face, and gently push her against one of the walls in my bedroom. I brush a stray hair out of her face and tuck it behind her ear, leaving my hand on the side of her warm face. 

“Can I kiss you?” I mumble, staring into her entrancing eyes. She nods gently so I lean my face in slowly. Our lips mould together perfectly, like they were only made for each others. At this moment in time I know she’s my soulmate, my twin flame, everything I wanted and was meant to have in life. I grip one hand on her hip and leave the other on the side of her face, rubbing my thumb gently over her cheek. Y/N pulls away slowly and rests her forehead on mine, our warm breaths are the only thing we can concentrate on. 

“Jump,” I whisper. She does exactly what I told her to and wraps her legs around my waist. Instead of a kiss filled with passion like the previous one, this one is filled with lust. I spin us around so I can lie her on my bed and crawl on top of her. I trail kisses from her lips, down her jaw, then her neck and begin to suck on the delicate skin that litters her collarbones. 

And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

3rd Person’s P.O.V.

“Colson?” Y/N’s voice interrupts his daydream. Daydream, that whole kiss was a fucking daydream. He thinks to himself. The troubled boy puts his head in his hands and huffs loudly.

“Yeah?” He looks up at her with his sparkling blue eyes. The girl kneels down on the bed and places her soft hands over his rough ones. The combination creates a perfect synergy. 

“What’s wrong?” She furrows her eyebrows.

“Nothing, just had a weird daydream,” Colson tells her. 

“What was it about?” She asks as she resumes her usual position, in both of their favourite spots, with her head on his chest and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. They both feel secure. 

“I was reminiscing on a party we had recently,” He lies. He feels incredibly bad but he believes there’s no way he can ever tell her how he truly feels about her.

“Okay,” She mumbles, knowing he was lying because they hadn’t had any parties recently. She decides to respect his wishes to keep it to himself and not push the issue. She knew she would figure out what’s wrong with him sooner or later. 

“You’re just a daydream away,” He thinks to himself. 

We would go out on the weekend To escape our busy lives And we'd laugh at all the douche bag guys Chasing down their desperate wives

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“You’re way too hot to be acting like that!” I watch in awe as Colson belts out the words to an unreleased song with Dom by his side and Mod not too far away. I love nights like this, where Colson and I decide to go out and there’s an impromptu performance at The Roxy. Nights where we would randomly stumble in Travis and the two men couldn’t help but jam together in front of a large, very drunk, crowd of people. All different types of people, but mostly influencers who post little snippets on their Instagram stories for fans to obsess over for months. I’m definitely guilty of a few drunk posts here and there. 

“Did you like the song?” Colson asks me as he gives me a very sweaty hug. 

“Dude! You’re so sweaty, get away from me!” I laugh as I swat him away. He reluctantly lets go and pouts. “But yes, I did love the song,”

“You better,” He grumbles and moves away to grab a drink. 

He returns not long after with a drink for himself, and a drink for me. I’m designated driver tonight so a lemonade is the craziest drink I’ll be downing.

“Thank you my love,” I say before taking a swig of the fizzy liquid. 

“No worries,” He says before wrapping a strong arm around my shoulders. “Hey, check them out,” Col points at a man trying to get the attention of a woman who I assume to be his wife. The man tugs on her wrist as she talks to the bartender. 

“Come on, let’s go home,” I hear him plead. 

“One more drink,” She slurs. Colson and I laugh at the pair, a douchebag guy chasing down his desperate wife. I only hope that won’t be me one day. 

I would drink a little too much You'd offer me a ride And I would offer you a t-shirt And you would stay another night

Colson’s P.O.V.

I sway from side to side, the alcohol suddenly hitting me all at once. I think I’ve had a little too much. 

“Do you want to stay at mine or yours tonight?” Y/N asks as she leans her head on my chest. 

“Mine, when did you want to go?” I ask her, hoping she’d say now. I’d much rather be at home with her than here right now. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends and I love performing but when I get past a certain point of drunkness I just want to go home with my girl. Well, I wish she was my girl. 

“Now?” She asks. 

“Sounds good to me,” I pause. “Can you stay over?”

“Yeah of course,” She smiles.

We make our way to her car, she decided to be the designated driver tonight so she’s completely sober. I love that she is responsible and controlled enough to stay sober in one of her most favourite party environments, it’s very admirable. I stumble a few times but eventually get situated in the passenger seat. I watch as the puts her seatbelt on and demands me to mine on,

“Put your seatbelt on love,” She smiles at me. I nod and put it on, not without difficulty that’s for sure. Y/N puts her car in drive, puts the handbrake down and drives off towards my house.

“Thank you for staying over,” I hiccup. 

“I stay over all the time, even when you don’t want me to. It’s practically my house now! You don’t need to thank me,” She laughs. 

“Still,” I pause and reach over to place my hand on her thigh. I swear I can see her blushing. “I appreciate it,”

“Anytime Col,” She responds. 

“And I always want you around,” I tell her. 

“Aww you’re so cute,” She puts her hand on top of mine. 

“You should move in,” I hiccup, again. 

“That’s a conversation to be had when sober,” She laughs. I love her laugh. 

“Here, drink this,” Y/N says as she hands me a bottle of water. I stumble through the kitchen and grab the bottle, pretty much inhaling it. I always forget how dehydrated smoking and drinking makes me. 

“Let’s go to bed,” I tug on her wrist and lead her to my room. 

I watch as she pulls her short dress down once again. 

“Do you want something else to sleep in?” I laugh at her. 

“Shut up,” She pouts. “But yes please,” 

I laugh at her and grab a clean t-shirt from my drawer,

“Here,” I throw it to her and watch her walk into the bathroom. 

“Col, you gave me your favourite shirt! I didn’t notice until I put it on. I can’t wear this,” Y/N pouts. 

“I’d give you anything I own if it means you’ll stay another night,” I tell her. 

“Colson,” She drags my name out as she walks over and sits next to me on my bed. “I love you,” She wraps her arms around me from the side. 

“I love you too,” I hug her back. 

You're just a daydream away I wouldn't know what to say if I had you And I'll keep you a daydream away Just watch from a safe place So I never have to lose

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I wake up snuggled up to Colson, he has his arms wrapped around me. I rub my eyes and pinch my arm to make sure I’m not daydreaming, I’ve been doing that a lot lately so I have to check sometimes. I stir before kissing his collarbone lightly. I freeze and watch in disbelief as he opens his eyes,

“I- I don’t know why I did that,” 

“It’s fine Y/N,” Colson laughs as he lets go of me. I frown at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Um I’m going to go brush my teeth,” I exclaim as I get out of the bed quickly and scurry into the bathroom. I shut the door behind me, face the mirror and put my hands on the counter. 

“What is wrong with me?” I think to myself. For the past few weeks I’ve been having non stop daydreams about Colson, from cute dates to us hooking up. It’s starting to become a problem. 

I splash my face with cold water and take a deep breath before actually brushing my teeth like I said I was going to, then head out of the bathroom. 

I open the door to see Colson still lying in the same place. I smile lightly and get back into bed with him, moving into the same position I was in. He wraps his arms around me again as I turn to face him. 

“Hi,” He says softly. 

“Hey,” I blush, and make direct eye contact with him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He grins. 

“I want to tell you something but you have to promise not to be weird about it,”

“Sure, what’s up?” Colson rubs my back lightly in a comforting way and I can’t help but shiver at his touch. 

“I keep having these weird daydreams about you,” I admit shyly. 

“And what do we do in them?”

“Well sometimes it’s just us hanging out like normal, sometimes it’s a bit more… intense,”

“What do you mean intense?” He furrows his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know how to explain it,” I lower my voice. “Sometimes we’re cuddling like normally do, sometimes we’re kissing, sometimes we do more than that…”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t know what to say,”

“I shouldn’t have told you, oh my god! It’s so embarrassing,” I whine.

“No it’s not. I’m not judging you at all, I’m just in shock because I’ve been having the same day dreams,” 

“Are you serious?” My eyes widen. “What are the odds?” I giggle, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t say anything. His eyes drift down to my lips and then up to my eyes to make direct contact.

“Can I kiss you?” I nod. Colson places two fingers under my chin and leans in to get closer to my face. I feel his breath fan my lips, before his lips connect with mine. Our lips move in sync, god I’ve waited so long for this feeling. He pushes himself up, whilst still keeping our mouths connected and hovers over me. I allow him to put one knee in between my legs and the other on the side of my body. I run my hand down the side of his stomach and he shivers which makes me smile into the kiss. 

Colson pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead on mine.

“I love you,” He says gently.

“I love you too,”

“Y/N, you awake?” I feel a finger poke my shoulder.

“Huh? What?” I open my eyes to see Colson staring at me strangely.

Was I seriously day dreaming again?

[curejiraiya]

i'd like to talk about the follow up tweet please, thank you

So like your initial thought reading this tweet, is that his wish was fulfilled because Kouji got with Ito, and Takeyuki (Jo) was Kouji’s dad and Gen was Ito’s dad, therefore in a way they got together; and I mean I can’t say that doesn’t make sense, but I do think there’s a better interpretation of this; or at least one that I like a little bit more lol

To me this is a story about two fathers wanting more for their children. The goal of a parent is to have their child grow up in a world that’s better than theirs. And something I’ve written about before is the changing political climate between the 80s and the 2010s when the story of Rainbow Live takes place. When Jo and Gen were teenagers in Lucky Star it simply was not acceptable for them to be together. I’ve definitely written on this before. 1985 was the beginning of the AIDs crisis in Japan. The public was under the assumption that it was PHYSICIALLY dangerous to be a gay person. That gay people were dying for their sins.

So my interpretation is that Kouji’s father’s wish isn’t that he wants Kouji to be with Ito, Gen is the one that reached out to Jo asking to reform Lucky Star. At the time Gen had two children, he and his wife were in a completely different point in their lives than he was when Lucky Star disbanded, and so was the world. Like it’s now the mid 2000s and Gen and Jo are both adults. So Gen thinks that maybe it’s okay that Lucky Star is a thing again, he thinks maybe the two of them could be a thing again. 

And Jo hesitates. He hesitates because he doesn’t like the idea of changing the relationship with his family. He loves his wife and his child. Obviously I’m interpreting this as he’s gay, but you can be gay and still in love with your wife. This has happened throughout all of history. Because love isn’t solely romantic. He doesn’t have to be sexually attracted to women to feel like a father, like a husband. To him, his place in society was to be the man of this household. To protect his wife and child. I think it would be wrong to interpret that he didn’t like this aspect of his life. Because you can still be happy if things are perfect. 

And Jo’s wife Natsuko knows of this relationship because she tries to put a stop to it. She’s the one that keeps Jo out of Lucky Star because she wants to keep her family together. She knows things would change forever if the two of them were back together. And she’s afraid of that. I understand, they had a child together and she wants to keep their traditional marriage. I don't think she's really in the wrong here, I don't think she could ever be wrong to fear her husband leaving her. To fear what the AIDs crisis has done to gay men throughout the world for the man she loves.

So to me Jo’s feelings, his wish that he passed down to Kouji wasn’t to be with Ito. It was to live in a world where Kouji could love anyone he wanted. A world where he and Gen could’ve been together. That’s the world that the queers of the 80s and 90s wanted for the next generation. The ones that were being killed by the epidemic hoped for a future where the next generation could unequivocally be themselves. A world where you didn’t have to make the hard decision between the one you love or a family and potentially your life.

Picking one or the other was a decision that both Gen and Jo had to make, and they had to be on the same page or tragedy would strike. And that’s what happened. 

But Kouji Mihama was born in the year 1998, and for him and all of the future generations of queer children, they’re finally not forced to make that decision. It’s been slow over centuries but the world is finally progressing towards a place where people can choose who they’re with. And for Kouji that means anyone he wants. It means he isn’t restricted. He can choose to be with Ito if that makes him happy. But in this world gifted to him by his father he can choose to be with Hiro.

The thing about Jo’s wish is that it doesn’t matter who Kouji ends up with, just that he gets to choose freely. And if he chooses Hiro he can be with him without having to give up another aspect of his life like Gen and Jo had too. Kouji can be with Hiro, and Ito can be with Otoha, and it’s still fulfilling the wishes of their parents. That’s part of what Gen said, Kouji and Ito should be able to give it a shot because they’re just teenagers. It might not work out, they might grow apart from each other, but that’s part of being alive. That’s part of them being able to freely love whoever they want. That's his feelings fulfilled.

Thank you

[ryuntv]

yoo yongha, twenty5, male, he/him.  ───  3, 2, 1 — action!  everyone, we’re here at jincheon national training center, and this time i have with me our national taekwondo team’s very own jeong ryun. you might know them for being a repeat gold-medalist at the world poomsae championships, but if not, don’t worry. they’re here to field all your burning questions. let’s dive right in.

sparknotes biog

born to a "single mother" january 13, 1999

not actually born to a single mother, but his dad is an absolute ghost of a man — he'll come out of himself every now & then, but spends most of his non-working time isolating himself. definitely battling some kind of mental health dilemma but 🤷 anyways... you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped and as an adult, ryun DOES NOT interact with his dad outside of when he visits home to see his mom

was always a "cute kid", luckily never had a (physically) awkward phase like... it's been smooth-sailing from birth. got a lot of compliments from friends of his mom, teachers, was popular among girls in his grade, etc etc, and it was often speculated (not super seriously, just in a silly "what if?" kind of way) that he'd end up pursuing a career in entertainment / "putting his face to use". he'd always shy away from the topic 'cause he did NOTTTT have ANYYY self-esteem and his tendencies were very similar to his father—do what has to be done (go to school), come home and spend the rest of his time rotting. he couldn't imagine any other kind of life

luckily, his mom is a gem of a woman. extremely compassionate & as soon as she realized ryun was starting to take after his dad, she realized she needed to intervene and help him find an outlet; she signed him up for taekwondo classes one summer when he was ~12. he didn't like it at first (mostly because of self-esteem and anxiety issues) but it didn't take long for something within him to awaken (s/o to his addictive personality)

learned quickly, obviously had his weaknesses but overall having something that he was good at and continuously getting better at made him feel a bit better about himself. plus, he was making friends who shared similar interests & when he was abt 15, they ended up forming their own little "street crew" in which they combined dance and poomsae and performed to k-pop songs, arnd this time ryun started seriously considering chasing an entertainment career considering he'd always been told to anyway... but it was that vs taekwondo; success with becoming an idol wasn't guaranteed, whereas he was very confident with his taekwondo skills so he let dancing/musical interests continue to be just a hobby

let me not bore y'all to tears with the details... tl;dr: placed in his first major competition @ 16 / was notably a triple threat & took home gold @ the world poomsae championships in 2018, 2019, 2020 / joined the national team in 2019, scouted after his second victory at the poomsae championships / figured he had "made it" and could kick back a little (LOLLL) and thus decided to take a break to participate in a kpop survival show in 2021, which he claimed he was "just doing for fun" and "wasn't serious about it" / made the lineup for the temporary group as the fans' choice, didn't train with the national team much throughout 2021, became somewhat more active in 2022 and 2023 but was still "busy" often / now that the group's disbanded, ryun feels kind of directionless. starting to realize maybe he liked being an idol more than he likes being an athlete, and his coach gave him the ultimatum of qualifying for the olympics (which he's never done before, and poomsae isn't included in the olympics which means he's gonna have to be able to SPAR on an olympic level... yeah good luck with that) or giving up his spot on the team so LOLLLL... let's see what happens next!

misc info

was extremely popular on the survival show, resulting in him being the "fans' choice" in the group lineup; however, for a number of reasons the widespread popularity kind of fizzled out once the group was actually formed & starting to promote

the main reason being that the company was eager to flex that they had a "national athlete" in their group, and many of the the choreographies incorporated some kind of stunt or trick for ryun to carry out — which you'd think would only increase his popularity, but they were very physically draining, and despite being a vocalist he was observed as not being able to hold a note which some people criticized him for while the die-hards were like "but look what he's doing!!!! of course his voice is unstable!!!! it's ok!!!"

(spoiler: his voice was always unstable anyway LOLLL)

plus there's the fact that many of the stunts/tricks weren't things that he could confidently perform over & over, and he ended up getting somewhat badly hurt abt a year after the group debuted. it took him a few months to heal (though he did make a full recovery! hooray!) but during this timeframe he was shit on SOOOOO hard... "not so interesting now that he can't do tricks for you, huh?" type beat. his confidence plummeted again around this time 'cause he was a strong dancer/performer but, again, his vocals were notttt that good

luckily he had fully recovered by the group's last two releases and finished out on a high note <3 some wld say his vocals had even improved (finally)

so here he is now... retreating to the national team admittedly less excited than you'd think... he sold out. he's a diva. let's tell it like it is.

mama's boy. has mentioned his mom in every interview he's ever given and will continue to do so, as he owes everything he has to her.

personality

very kind, but somewhat insincere.

cares a lot about the people around him, to an extent. he wants everything to be good, he wants everyone to be happy, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to make those two things coincide as long as it doesn't entail him sacrificing anything. quite selfish, and puts his own wants and needs above others' almost always.

he's somewhat of an instigator and will (indirectly) start shit just to then sit back and act like he had no involvement in it. but he's the type of guy who will never say a mean thing to your face; extremely good at playing the mediator/deflecting when necessary, doesn't easily give in to people trying to start shit with him, and "is always able to find the silver lining". pretty unserious/utilizes humor to get people comfortable with him. most people who know him casually will say that he's a great guy, but perhaps a bit too chatty.

anyone more deeply involved with him is likely to see the bad aspects of his personality, as he's not that great at hiding them. he tries to play this "confident, but humble" character, when in reality i think he's got a big ass head—and yet it is easy to (temporarily) bring him down, as the low self-esteem never truly left him. all these things come together to form the insincere, instigating side of him, where he's prone to sabotaging others' friendships or just overall starting shit to then look like he's the honest one just looking out for the homies.

very caught up in media & appearances. he'll preach about disconnecting from the internet and experiencing things as they truly are / forming your own opinions, but he's quite easily swayed by what he reads online and his screentime is astronomical. he might pretend not to know other famous people, but TRUST! that he's done a deep-dive with whatever info the internet had to offer as soon as he realized he had any chance of encountering them (@ hall of famers)

wanted connections

someone who doesn't/can't take him seriously—probably an athlete who is only in this for the sports, and finds it ridiculous that ryun is occupying a spot at the jincheon training center when dude took an extended break to pursue idoldom like... are you kidding

the ex who got the short end of the stick. probably someone ryun met at a national sports event and really hit it off with / pursued a relationship with, and they were still with him when he decided to audition for the survival show. they were probably a little uncomfortable w the idea, but he assured them that it wouldn't change anything about their relationship — and then dumped them when he made the lineup, citing the "no dating" clause in his contract (aka: he wanted to fuck around freely). perhaps he's trying to win them back now that it's "back to the real world"....

one or two really good friends. people who've seen ryun's worst and vice versa and they still love each other just the same!!! ride or dies... 4lifers...

where the starstruck fans at??? let him have his christopher wilde moment... your character knows of him, but makes it obvious that they were never a fan/they don't like him... cue christopher wilde: "u don't like me??? but u don't know me... i think if u knew me u'd really like me" and now dude's always in their business trying to change their mind about him / alternatively just someone who doesn't rly give a damn abt anyone and ryun wants to be the exception

former friends??? maybe people ryun suddenly "didn't have time for" during his time as an idol and they're NOT amused by him trying to act like they're still buddy-buddy

new friends too!!! people he's very recently begun getting to know but so far it's going good!

there are no other taekwondo athletes at the time i'm writing this but whenever there are: the teammate whom ryun confided in regarding his current dilemma, and they're doing everything they can to help him qualify for the olympics in what little time they have

etc etc etc. open to brainstorming!!!

[darling-archeron]

Why the Court of Nightmares Should be Disbanded

My current reread of ACOMAF has given me lots of thoughts on the Night Court’s culture outside of Velaris. I’m not the biggest fan of how SJM wrote the setup of the Night Court, and I think there are a lot of issues with it. For the record, I adore ACOTAR and Rhysand, but this is going to be an SJM critical post, so if that’s not your thing, feel free to keep scrolling.

The story we’re told in ACOMAF is that Rhysand’s ancestors, and now Rhys, created Velaris to be a place of goodness, while still allowing the Court of Nightmares to exist as a façade to protect Velaris. There’s a similar story to be told with the Illyrians – they’re cruel and backward, but they’re the Night Court’s main army, and unless Rhys wants to deal with a full-on uprising and uproot tradition, he can’t override all of their old ways.

Outside of these three locations – Velaris, Hewn City, and the Illyrian villages, we never visit any other major settlements in the Night Court, so it’s difficult to say which way they skew in terms of progressiveness. However, based on what we’ve been shown, it doesn’t seem like anywhere outside Velaris is a particularly wonderful place to live.

I could write paragraphs on everything happening with Illyria, but for this post, I’ll be focusing on the Court of Nightmares. In my opinion, the Court of Nightmares should be disbanded going forward. I would argue that it would not only be a good thing to do, but should be Rhysand’s (and now Feyre’s) duty as leaders.

The main purpose of the CoN is to serve as a cruel and intimidating façade for the rest of the Night Court. However, now that Velaris is known to the world, they have less and less of a purpose in this regard. After Rhys died for Prythian and Velaris became known, I’m assuming it became more general knowledge that the Night Court isn’t quite as terrible as everyone has been led to believe. (Or, at least, that parts of it aren’t.)

Feyre points out in ACOWAR that they aren’t going to win many allies by being the terrible manipulators everyone expects, and she’s right. Rhys takes a risk at the meeting with the High Lords, shows more of his hand and his wings, and it pays off. While this strategy won’t work on everyone, the Inner Circle is strong enough power-wise to back up their threats without the added dramatics of the Court of Nightmares. You take away their personas, and Azriel is still a spy and torturer, Cassian is still a commander of armies, Amren drinks blood, etc.

The need for a formal meeting place that isn’t in Velaris makes sense. The IC uses Hewn City as a meeting place with Eris during ACOWAR-ACOSF. However, I don’t think the two extremes should have to be a place of untarnished goodness and a hellish, misogynistic nightmare court. I think it’s perfectly reasonable to have a formal court outside of Velaris, but have them be considerably less terrible.  

Another big reason for keeping the CoN around is the need for the Darkbringer legion. I know nothing about military strategizing so I don’t have a good answer for this one. All I can say is that, generally, people should be worth more than their army (This should also apply to the Illyrians).

In addition to the CoN’s growing lack of purpose, letting them continue is…kind of senselessly cruel. I’m not here to debate the morals of a fantasy series, but there is a definite line. Everyone there is born into a horrible cycle of abuse. Of course, at some point, individuals become responsible for their actions and complicit, if not actively participating, but most people there don’t have a way out as Mor did. It’s reasonable to assume that there are other young girls there in her shoes.

Rhys also isn’t doing much to stop perpetuating this culture, because he benefitted from projecting this version of the Night Court to the rest of the world. Yes, he breaks Keir’s arm for calling Feyre a whore. Yes, he has told Mor that she can get rid of Keir any time she likes. These are both examples of incidents involving his family. But what would he have done if these things were happening to someone random? I’d like to assume that he or Mor steps in when things get too out of hand, as I can’t imagine either of them wanting to perpetuate things like forced marriage, but this isn’t something the reader is shown. It's also a given, in my book, that there are assault and abuse survivors there. Are any of them given the chance to rehabilitate in the House of Wind’s library?

Lastly, disbanding the Court of Nightmares could inject some much-needed plot into the series. There currently isn’t much going on with them conflict-wise, aside from Keir generally being a terrible person and wanting into Velaris.

One of the biggest reasons I don’t want to see Rhys becoming High King (another whole post I could write) is because they have enough to deal with fixing the Night Court’s problems. They don’t have room for all of Prythian.

Disbanding the CoN could provide some interesting dilemmas. For example; what to do with everyone. Some people just need to be *ahem* taken care of, but there are probably others like Mor who deserve the chance to be free. Others have probably done some bad things but could deserve a second chance.

This could also provide an opportunity to tie into Mor’s story and help her overcome her trauma. After all, she’s technically in charge of Hewn City, but it’s pretty obvious that she’s still afraid of her father and that he barely respects her. It also doesn’t seem like she’s there that much - not that I blame her. Rhys making a deal with Keir to let the CoN into Velaris is another example of him working with them when it suits his purposes.

Hewn City may be full of terrible people, but it feels bizarre to keep them around, continuing to perpetuate these terrible cycles when there are other solutions. Despite how this post might make it sound, I do like Rhys as a character, but when you look at his behavior outside of Feyre’s PoV, it changes things.

Rhys is the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history, and according to ACOSF, Feyre doubles his strength. The things that happen in the Night Court are their responsibility. If the Court of Nightmares is representative of the mask we see Rhysand wear for so long, I hope, like his mask, we finally get to see it come down.  ACOWAR told us that change is coming to Prythian, and it would be wonderful to see more of it in future books.

[nach0]

broken feathers and bloody wings

Summary:

Humanoid anomalies grow wings after a certain stage of development in their powers.

Iris has always hated hers.

AO3 Link

Word Count: 1244

Iris knew she was screwed the minute she heard a long and disappointed sigh.

Which was ridiculous. She was an MTF commander, trained in hundreds of forms of combat, the sole survivor of Omega-7.

She could have just kept walking. Once she was in her cell there was nothing Jacqueline could do to follow her. But she knew it would just make future missions awkward and tense.

“Is there something you needed?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. Maybe if she just bluffed...

“You are aware it’s very obvious when you’re binding, right sir?”

She was, in fact, aware, but she blamed the foundation entirely for that. They denied her proper binds so she had to resort to other things. Like tying her wings together with rope and hiding them under her jacket.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Denial was great. It was her favourite thing. It got her through psych evals and awkward conversations about her feelings.

It wasn’t working.

Jacqueline sighed at her. Again. Iris was already over this ‘disappointed friend’ act. “Right, jacket off. Did you at least make the knot easy to untie?”

“You could just leave it alone and stop bothering me.”

“So no then. Let me do my job and be your medic.”

She reluctantly shrugged off her jacket, pulling out the knife she definitely wasn’t supposed to have to cut the ropes off herself. Most skips would hate having a weapon so close to their wings. Iris was long past caring.

Once she was done Jacqueline pulled the rest of the rope away and let bright red wings stretch and fill the hallway. “How many of us have told you to stop doing this now?”

Iris looked straight ahead at the wall. “They’re a hindrance on missions and reveal me immediately as an anomaly. That’s all.”

“Sure. That’s why you keep them bound and hidden for as long as you can get away with even after we’re back on site.”

She was starting to get annoyed and kept her wings tightly to herself. No use training herself out of expressing with them if one slip-up ruined everything.

“It’s none of your business.” She said with professional detachment. She was the commander, and Jacqueline was one of her soldiers. Nothing more than that. “My wings and my reasons for hating them are my business.”

“...Hating?” Her voice was filled with concern, so genuine it made Iris want to punch something. Or cry. Probably both. “Sir, that’s-”

“I said hiding. You misheard.”

That moment made for the perfect time to leave, so she turned and stormed away without another word. Her cell was silent, but it was safe from judgement and invasive questions.

At least until word of the incident got back to her foundation-mandated therapist.

Horary.

~

SCP-105 Iris Thompson was 15 years old. She hadn’t left her bed in weeks, but that was fine.

There were no missions anymore.

Her photos had been confiscated, but that was fine too. They only showed dead bodies now.

It hadn’t been long after the... disbandment of the team that her wings had started to grow in. The researchers had been ecstatic, saying she’d reached an important stage in the development both her life and powers.

They’d been less excited to explain what cardinal wings represented.

Grief and loss.

How fitting.

She couldn’t believe they expected her to be excited about it.

To her, they were just the final nail in the coffin proving she wasn’t normal.

Because otherwise she could pretend. She could look normal, act normal, and aside from outdated references, she spoke normally. Take her photos away and she was just as average as anyone else.

Wings weren’t average. And now there was no chance of her ever being let go. Even if she lost her powers, actually lost them with multiple tests to prove it, she was a risk to the veil.

And yet they still tried to offer her incentives based on them. Flight training if she engaged with the researchers. Time in a safe airspace if she ate full meals consistently.

It was shocking how they hadn’t realised that it made her far less likely to comply.

The door to her cell opened. She didn’t bother to move from her blanket lump.

“105, you need to get up. Learning to use your wings has now been made mandatory.”

She mentally weighed the pros and cons of being abrasive before deciding she was too tired to care.

“Fuck off.”

There was a long pause. Almost enough to make her regret her decision.

“You will be escorted by force if necessary.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, she sat up. Stretched out her wings. Ran a hand along the feathers.

Iris made eye contact with the researcher as she grabbed hold of one of her primaries and yanked. Then she did another. And another.

By the time they snapped out of their shock and called the guards, her wing was mangled beyond use. There was no way she could fly on the bloody mess, even if her other side was untouched.

She lost a lot of privileges for that stunt, but they’d got the message.

She would never use her wings.

~

Jacqueline had snitched.

Iris was now required to have her wings out at all times while not on missions, which included the cafeteria. She’d avoided it for a while before being told how worried Leora and Stacy were about her, and couldn’t she just come out for a little while to reassure them?

Dammit. She had gone soft.

The pair had swarmed on her immediately, asking questions about where she’d been and if she was hurt.

Usually they were satisfied with grunts and non-committal answers, however seemingly sprouting wings out of nowhere was much more interesting than her classified missions.

“Will we get them?”

“If you’re lucky, no.”

“Do they hurt you?”

“Not anymore.”

“Can you fly on them?”

“Never learned.”

“Can I touch them?”

Stacy’s question threw her and she paused, blinking slightly.

Wings were meant to be personal. They were fragile and much more painful than regular limbs when injured.

But... letting her do it would be an even bigger flip off to the researchers constantly trying to get her to accept them. Besides, she’d been shot before. What damage could one teenager do?

“Alright.”

Leora and Stacy both looked shocked at her response, though they quickly scrambled over to her side of the bench when she spread her wings wide.

There were a number of marks, crooked feathers that had never healed quite right, but they were gasping like it was the coolest thing they’d ever seen.

Stacy carefully reached out and ran a hand along it, frowning slightly at the dirt and dust she’d never bothered to clean out. She gently started trying to brush it out, only to freeze as Iris-

Well, Iris chirped.

She had never once made a bird noise. Not even in distress. But the minute someone is gentle with them-

“We are never talking about this again,” she hissed, standing and almost tripping over the table in her rush to leave. Everyone moved out of the way of a pissed Commander Thompson and she was back at her cell in record time.

A loud groan escaped her.

Everyone who talked about ‘self-care’ and ‘not neglecting an entire part of your body’ was going to be insufferable.

Though she had to admit she wouldn’t mind someone doing it again.

[imgloriaa]

I completely agree with you on the Zabdiel thing. I’ve been feeling the same way for a while now idk it just seems like he’s changed so much. Zab from say 3 years ago would never be doing any of this. My biggest issue is him choosing to not only ho back to that wack ass label but starting a solo career while the other boys are still struggling. And I know you don’t like Joel but I just wanted to make this point because it is valid to the situation….he saw what that company is doing to him preventing him from dropping his music and still willingly chose to go back like???Like where is the solidarity for the people you say are your brothers it’s only two more months he could’ve waited there was no rush. He wanted to get a jump start on everybody and it didn’t even work because the song is ass and flopping💀. But good for him I guess I wish him well I probably will listen to whatever else he releases but not follow him as closely as before. Anyways sorry this wasn’t supposed to be so long it just kinda turned into a rant😭

it’s a good example tho! he knew about wk poor management skills from his own experience in the band, he definitely knew how they were mistreating jword and still decided to sing with them and handle his solo career to them. at this point he’s just DUMB

it doesn’t matter how much they offered and how many good deals he might get, they’re going to play with him because he’s their puppet. if you think about it, if the deal was: you sign with us so you’re going to tour with cnco and meanwhile you can start you solo career and promote your song, he is wrong for that. they should’ve ended cnco the moment they announced the disband, so the four of them would have gotten the same opportunities