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fanarchoslashivist · 2 years ago

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#61 for @rotgsecretsanta

It was supposed to be longer but i had to cut a lot since i couldn’t tie it off properly and now I’m at the end of the deadline! Sorry. It’s all over the place.

That he has them isn’t what makes it strange, everyone has them, the dogs, the deer, the horses, and people too.

~*~

There are marks on Jack’s back.

Every plant had its own leaf pattern, its own flowers, every tree its own unique bark, and every fish a flash of color in its scales. Marks were a part of being alive, of growing and changing, like a river cutting through a mountain, a storm battering a coast.

The world was made of marks and patterns.

It was just that, well, sometimes the markings are… different.

There were stories, of course, of marks being strange. Jack heard the tale of the white speckled moose that had chased his uncle’s war band nearly off a cliff in his youth. He had seen a white faced raccoon scuttle away as he had shook and waved about with his tree branches at the birds in their cornrows. He knew that marks could be bigger, bolder, stranger than everyone else’s.

It was just that… why did it have to be his?

Strange marks were a sign something else had touched you, something else was paying attention. People with different marks could be powerful, medicine people or great warriors, or they could do great damage.

Jack was always careful covering it. Even among his own people he was considered odd, the adults spoke differently when he was around, more reserved, and the other kids would sometimes slip and name him aloud what their parents whispered.

They loved him, it was a small village, some still migrating to and from their summer encampments, there was little room for animosity against a child, even one who as an infant had run naked through the snow unharmed.

They didn’t know what the marks on his back meant, but they knew an Icicle when they saw one. His grandmother was Tappan after all, her mark a spiraling line around her forearm like a coiled snake. She had fled from the coast in her youth, her family caught in the Slaughter of the Innocents that had left her and his grandfather orphaned. There always seemed to be people running away from something, even back then, and his grandfather had told them stories of their journey, of seeking refuge from the violence at the Pavonia settlement and been met with a massacre.

His mother had grown weak after he was born, his grandmother confided in him when he was older that he had been shockingly cold to the touch in their hands from the very first shriek of life, and the mark had stood out bold as a spotted skunk’s across his back.

His father was a runaway indentured laborer who had carried him in a cradleboard as he worked their farms alongside the women. In the colonies farming was menswork, and he had been traded between four masters before he had fled, here he was still learning his place. He was a giant in Jack’s memories, the man who named him and cared for him through most of his childhood,he had been the one who shared his own people’s beliefs about marks. That God had marked each person for their role in life.

The Nobility and Monarchy had their marks, and the merchants and trades theirs, and the peasant folk and laborers and the slaves all had their own as well. It was proof of God’s plan.

His father’s mark was a hazy uneven mound on the back of his hand that he had always called his Ship, talking of his plans to travel to the New World the moment he had seen the very first sails in the distance his first visit to Port.

Jack always thought it looked more like mountains, he had traced them often as a child, fingers memorizing every scar on his knuckles.

Jack remembered his hands more than he remembered his face.

~*~

The Golden Age was full of romanticism.

The Pookan Brotherhood always seemed like such an outlier among all the whimsy, preferring the stability of logic and facts.

It was a fact they were all made of the components of the universe, chemicals and elements, bits of stardust, gasses, and energy to move it all. Every race was shaped slightly different, forming in their own environments, their own differing habitable zones, but they were all products of their grand cosmos.

And in all of the natural world one thing that could be assured of was that patterns repeated. Fractals, spirals, waves, stripes. The Pooka all had different color morphs, different fur types, different body sizes, they already had so many different variations just as a single species of their planet, and they still sometimes matched. Combined with the diverse array of life forms from ten thousand planets it was only to be expected that some form of patterns repeated.

They as a people loved to paint their own markings, family crests and feats of strength, celebrations of achievements, places of birth, each culture had its own history, but they all regarded the birth markings as just another natural coloration.

But the Golden Age was the age of the Romantic, and the strange Constellan custom spread far through the simple power of Belief.

That somewhere out there was one who matched you. Mirrored you.

Was meant for you.

It was all nonsense of course. Patterns repeated is all, with trillions upon trillions of people across thousands of planets of course someone was going to be born with the same mark somewhere.

But… even the Pooka were intrigued by the numbers, when they started paying attention.

There were many long lived species among them, though the Pooka boasted the Oldest (only because Star Pilots lived such harrowing lives), and naturally a person could find their match if they lived long enough. The simpler patterns could repeat more frequently, but it was worthy of note that almost every lifeform had one singular spot, just one slight color variation, that was unique to every individual even of the most identical examples, and that sometimes that irregularity would match perfectly with another from an entirely different species, an entirely different world.

Pooka had no concept of souls, a body was made up of matter powered by consciousness, and if enough magic existed in the area of that consciousness perhaps an echo of a person could be left behind as a ‘ghost’, and perhaps that ‘ghost’ could continue to build upon that and create for itself a new physical form. This was the basis of belief after all, the layering of magic into a consciousness, bringing even distant stars grouped together into a pattern called a constellation, and breathed to life.

So Pooka would never ascribe themselves to the belief in this... Soulmate fad that was growing out from the Constellans culture and fast becoming the foundational lore behind the odd discolorations everyone shared, but it was a pleasant bit of whimsy. A little bit of illogic that harmed no one to indulge in, that somewhere out there someone was made up of the same bit and pieces of star matter as you were.

So if asked Bunnymund would never have said he actually believed in it.

But there was a twinge of… something… when he noticed two Pooka showing off their identical marks, finding each other against all odds and bonding over the absurdity of it all.

It was a nice fantasy, that someone out there was his match, as a war waged all around them and their worlds burned.

~*~

Jack’s mother had struggled to give birth to him, she was too weak to even nurse him in the weeks after and through most of his infancy he fed from his Aunties. They all adored him, as much as they did any child, and fretted over his strange mark, and the fading strength of his mother.

She recovered, eventually, though she was quick to tire for the rest of his memory of her.

He would run about to help her, as soon as he was able to do so. Fetching this, holding that, entertaining the other children when she was charged with their keeping. He adored her, and she never gave him anything but her love, and a good scolding whenever he went out into the snow in bare feet.

Her mark was on her inner wrist, a beautiful vine of leaves, the most distinct mark he’d ever seen. He loved to paint flowers on them as a child, and his sister would come to do the same.

His father fretted all through her second pregnancy, lovingly bossed about by his grandmother and aunties. Jack had been mesmerized by the idea of it, of a small new baby in his mother’s body. He had seen plenty of new babies, his mother was often carrying someone else’s cradleboard as they went off for one thing or another, and he loved to make them laugh until they sicked up. Pudgy little faces swaddle in soft fur and watching him with wide amazed eyes.

But this one was going to be his, to keep! A brother or a sister.

He had carefully built a turtle rattle in anticipation, under the amused and somewhat exasperated guidance of his uncle, and the avaricious eyes of several crows in the tree who wondered if there was still meat left inside it.

Jack sometimes fed the Crows, though he wasn’t supposed to. Fish guts were for planting, or the dogs, and if he fed the crows too close to the village they often made themselves at home, and helped themselves to whatever was not carefully watched.

So Jack gutted the fish he caught at a spot near the lakeshore and left them all the unwanted bits, and they in return came down to play and keep him entertained as he worked.

When his sister was finally born it was with a diamond on her foot.

It was a good sign, marks on the feet meant ties to the earth, to the land.

Jack would tickle her there, as they grew up together, he would tease her and cherish her and pinpoint her weakness with the accuracy only a brother could have.

As they grew up together Jack never forgot that the mark on his back made him different, even in the summer when the other boys stripped down to their skins he wore his shirts, he fed the crows, he climbed the trees, and he tormented the other children with his tales and his tricks, and he hid his mark from those who passed through, and he looked to others as any other child did.

Though they sometimes still called him icicle.

They would believe it until he died.

~*~

Bunnymund hadn’t intended to find peace on this planet.

He had intended to finish his assignment and get back out there and fight.

The Constellan Houses wanted a safe heaven, someplace far far away from anything on the map, from where the fighting is, someplace to send their children.

And their rulers.

Bunnymund tried not to think less of them back then. The Lunanoffs just had a baby, a young heir to a long and powerful line, and it wasn’t like they were going to be hiding away by themselves, they were making a refuge for everyone.

It just seemed like taking a fighter, any fighter but especially one as skilled as him, out of the battle to build a habitable planet instead of just hiding their ships in the asteroid belt of the same solar system was maybe a wasted effort.

But he did as he was told, entering the time stream to step out far ahead, in both time and distance, onto a planet he had hand picked to match their specifications. He had time, just enough time, to get the planet somewhat in shape before they arrived. Not enough to be perfect, no, but that’s what they had their Moon for.

He had planned everything perfectly, careful as always not to break taboo with Pookan time travel, and ensured the coordinates he sent out would arrive at the MoonClipper precisely when it needed to, he didn’t expect a reply. Even if they were ignorant enough to send one, it wouldn’t reach him until long after they already landed. Constellans lacked the ability to travel through time to reach their destinations quickly, Pookans had tried to create Time Machines for them to use as shortcuts, but the damn idiots kept fixating on changing the course of their own history. As if that wouldn’t unravel the whole damn universe.

Emotional impulsive creatures had to be safeguarded from the tools they could use to destroy themselves. Regardless of the fits they liked to throw.

Bunny knew he was being uncharitable, but he had been frustrated back then, knowing that there was a war going on to decide the fate of the known universe and he was all but banished to a distant unused corner, tending to a planet with no possibility of knees until he had orbited the nearest star billions of times.

He rubbed at the back of his neck, where the very beginning of his birthmark was, and felt it like a warm trickle of water ripple down the whole of his back.

Pooka marks always took up almost half their bodies, unchanging even when they shapeshifted. He had developed a habit of touching it after he had learned that sometimes its twin felt the warmth. Not that he believed in all that, probably another twist in the tale created by the widespread belief, but as the planet orbited and the star wheeled overhead and the lack of anything but the feel of shifting rock under his claws pulled his pack bonded mind taunt with worry he sought the sensation of touch more and more.

Maybe if there was someone meant to match him, they would feel his touch and find comfort.

Even in a fight for their lives.

But really if all it was doing was keeping him sane, that was okay too.

~*~

Jack had marks on his back.

He wasn’t five days out of the lake before he learned about them. He had been punted, quite rudely, into the mound of horse manure steaming on the ice after trying to introduce himself to someone who could finally actually see him. Not a person, he didn’t know what it was, but it laughed at him after seeing him attempting to talk to people and getting ghosted, quite literally, again.

Then it turned around and kicked him right into the pile, and laughed some more.

Rude.

It looked something like a horse, while also being nothing like a horse, and nothing like a deer or a bison either, but it was a pretty nasty piece of work and Jack had retaliated by blasting it in ice.

Accidentally.

Honestly he hadn’t even known he could do that.

And then he had gone off to bath in the river and hopefully get the stink of horseapples out of his clothes.

It was there that he met the crows.

He heard them laughing sometimes, the way the many hooves creatures he just froze laughed, but they laughed at everyone so he hadn’t taken much notice. Assuming it was just the sound they had made.

Then they whistled as he took his shirt off, and made a whole lot more noise as they came down to land beside him.

“Jack!” One cried in a high voice. “Your mark changed!”

Jack flinched back at the feel of claws on his shoulder and got battered in the face by wings as the crow changed trajectory, trying to land in his hair, and him trying to cover his head with his arms.

“Don’t fuss, let me look at you!” It snapped firmly, but not painfully, at his skin with its beak.

“Do you know me?�� He asked, stilling as the crow settled, wobbling to keep its balance.

“Rude.” It replied, nipping at him. “Can’t ever tell us apart. Typical Human.”

“What’s a human?” Jack wondered.

“Stupid too.” Someone called from the trees, and the wind shook them, insulted. They seemed to enjoy it more than anything.

“Mark’s black now.” The crow on his head spoke up again. “Winter took you back, we wondered when it would.”

“What are you talking about?” Jack demanded, shoving his arms back into his wet shirt and then up over his head, bird be damned.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me!”

First people to talk to him, and its a violent whatever-the-fuck and a bunch of wise-ass crows.

“Do you know where we are?” He asked, brushing off the freezing water as it stiffened like wood.

“Humans call it Hawthorn.” The crow replied, settling on the crook of his staff to stare at him, “Or the Upperlands, depending on who you ask.”

Okaaaay, that was something at least, even though none of it made sense.

He had kind of been hoping once he heard the name of the place he was at he’d know something about it, the way he knew what a horse or a crow was, though he hadn’t the foggiest what the thing back in town was that kicked him.

“And Winter brought me here?” Funny, he was sure he had a million questions he’d wanted to ask when he was following around the people, now they all seemed to vanish as he realized naming the town gave him nothing to go on.

“No, Winter just took you back.” The crow explained. “You came from the ice.”

He remembered coming out of the ice in the lake, so he guessed it kind of made sense. “And what you said, about a mark?”

“You didn’t know?” The crow asked.

“It’s on his back!” Someone called from the trees.

“Can’t see.” Said another. “His head doesn't turn that way.”

“We all have a mark.” The crow told him. “Yours is on your back.” Then he pecked at Jack’s shirt. “Got any food?”

~*~

Humans were late to the planet.

He hadn’t meant to create something so close to the Constellans. He honestly didn’t think it would have been possible if he HAD tried, but here they were, bipedal sapiens walking about all over the planet before he knew it.

It wasn’t exactly his fault that they took him by surprise, the planet circled the star at a much quicker pace than his home world did and after the battle he had seen from the sky that had left the moon hovering in their orbit with no response on any of the communication frequencies, and no answers to any of his many messages back to the Pookan Brotherhood, he had fallen… into lethargy.

He had slept.

A lot.

And after he slept, and woke to still more silence, he had wept.

He knew what silence meant, when the MoonClipper was there in his sky, hull a mess from cannon blasts, and none of the anticipated missives arriving behind it.

It meant that they had lost.

They had been struggling already when he had been pulled from the line of duty, or else building a refuge would not have even been entertained, and now there was silence.

Still he tried. He sent out calls, sent out coordinates, pleading, reassuring, ranting at whoever was still out there.

Until it seemed that he truely was the last sentient life form left from the Golden Age.

And then, one day as he was walking his world after a long and somehow still exhausting rest, he found the makings of a home. People, so close to resembling the long lost Constellans that his heart had tripled in rhythm at seeing them, down to the pattern of their mark.

They were made of the matter of the universe, elements and compounds and energy, pushed on by consciousness and wielding magic through belief.

Patterns repeating endlessly until somehow all the right peices fell into place to make a near perfect mirror.

It was the very first human settlement of many to come, and for all the pain and disappointment they would bring to him in the ten thousand years he would watch over them, they gave him hope.

His mark burned where he touched it, a habit he could never manage to break.

~*~

Jack hadn’t meant to cause the accident.

Which was unusual because normally Jack loved to cause problems on purpose, especially if it was the very stuck up his own ass Bunny he was dealing with, but he hadn’t actually meant it this time.

And now they were stuck in the labyrinth of a man scientist… wizard… person who was trying to build a doomsday device apparently.

Because of course he is.

It wasn’t HIS fault that the grumpy rabbit had always made himself such an eye catching target for a snowball.

How was he supposed to know that he, and his fellow Guardians, were on Jack’s turf investigating old coal mines for clues? It wasn’t like he’d talked to them, ever, aside from Bunny; and Bunny had been pretty scarce since Jack had accidentally dumped an itty bitty little storm on his oh so special holiday.

Used to be if he stirred up a little bit of snow Bunny would come chasing after him to chew him out. Which was FUN! Bunny was a riot! He never managed to Catch Jack, because of course Easter egg hunts were a bit more important than spending all day playing at and mouse, but Jack didn’t think the guy would do anything serious if he ever did get ahold of him.

So the near forty years of radio silence and catching neither ear nor tail of the rabbit even on Easter had gotten him a bit down… which made him a little sloppy, a little more prone to just… chucking a snowball without paying much attention to the surroundings.

Bunny made SUCH A GOOD TARGET!

And now they were trapped.

Woohoo! Bonding Time!

Not.

Bunny was fun from a distance, but a stuck up grump was a stuck up grump and Jack was all in favor of fucking around and finding out so long as he was well out of asskicking range.

He;d learned that trick from the crows.

~*~

He was going to murder himself a frost sprite.

Bunny clawed at his own face in frustration as they sloughed their way out of the pit, absolutely covered in the stinking gore of whatever it was they had just had to kill. Some monstrosity the wizard had magiced together using animal carcases and stuck in a corner to be unleashed upon his enemies, helpfully caged off if you had actually breached the interior of the labyrinth.

Unless some asshole pulls the lever to lose them.

And guess what?

Guess what he was stuck with in this absolute mess of a situation?

Was it exactly that kind of asshole?

Yes, yes it was.

Jack, fucking Frost everybody, clap your hands.

If this goop dried in his fur it was going to be a BITCH to get out. “I should have let it eat you.” He growled as he pulled off his bandolier and tossed it on the ground, sinking into the sparkling fountain that Jack had been so sure had been a secret passage, one opened via lever pull.

Fucker.

“I mean, on the bright side we know what ONE lever does.” Jack, lacking any remorse, wiggled his finger at the remaining six. Let’s see what’s behind Door number two!”

“If you pull anything while I’m in here I WILL kill you.” Bunny turned like a viper and snatched Jack out of the air SO FAST. “I have had as much as I can take from you, and so help me if you don’t stop to THINK.”

“Fine, fine. WHatever.” Jack raised his hands, “No button pushing. Got it. You are so severe.”

He pushed Jack under the water and held him there.

~*~

It wasn't… it wasn’t anything really.

It was years later.

Years.

Jack annoyed the FUCK out of him. Why did Jack insist on seeking him out. Why?!

But after they had, kind of, worked together to stop a magical bomb created by a madman it was kind of… tolerable.

And then maybe a little enjoyable.

And then maybe, possibly, if only out of habit, Bunny had started seeking Jack out too.

And it wasn’t that he meant anything by it, he wasn’t hanging on Jack’s every word or considering if Jack would maybe enjoy some of the places he was visiting, but every once in a while he was struck with the fact that… well.. it was getting a little harder to get through his days without thinking about him.

He’d cracked wise at some event with the guardians and nobody had laughed, and he’d felt like an idiot, nothing worse than a joke falling flat, but what really stood out was that… well, Jack would have laughed at that.

Jack would have gotten the joke.

And didn’t that just bite.

So here he was, sitting under a tree by the lake Jack liked to frequent, as Jack ran down to the water absolutely covered in mud. Why humans liked to throw themselves into knee high slop at the first opportunity he didn’t understand, but Jack had apparently had a lot of fun at the muddying event, though he had primary participated to knock people off balancing posts to the slop below.

“I’ll just be a minute,” Jack called, shucking off his hoodie and tossing it into the lake, the white blouse underneath was tan from the clay heavy mud.

“Take yer time.” He drawled, flipping through his sketchbook quickly to disguise that he had been staring. It sounded a little too suggestive out loud, and he didn’t want to know if Jack had any kind of expression on his face as he said it.

He had offered up a shower at the Warren, but Jack got all cagey when Bunny brought him around, like he was afraid he was going to break something, which was never a good look on him. He preferred it when Jack was comfortable, even if that meant not sharing such an important part of himself.

They were… well they were friends now.

Right?

Jack had to know he wasn’t going to chase him off over a moss covered bolder.

He only trusted himself to look back after the sounds of splashing assured him Jack was busy rinsing himself.

There was a ringing.

In his ears.

A sudden disorientating lightheadedness that under any other circumstances he was sure should trigger alarm bells in his brain. Someone was fucking with his head, brain magic, or a curse, or blood loss. He fel this way with blood loss.

But it wasn’t any of that.

Jack.

All these years, he’d certainly never hidden his own, for centuries hadn’t even thought about them.

But Jack…

Jack had marks on his back.

#bunnymund #jack frost #rotg #e. aster bunnymund #rotgsecretsanta2022 #jackrabbit #frostbunny #my fic #bunny insists he’s not a romantic but then refuses to date unless its his soulmate all the way up until the end of the world #and then doubles down on the denial even harder

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 2 years ago

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My weekly roundup CW 11

Well, I watch a lot during the week, as you all might know. I really want to write a little bit more about the stuff I watch, but time and work kind of get in my creative way. So I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists and this is a good excuse for me to create a new OneNote journal!).

☼ 1. Chains of Heart (Epside 5)

The series I am looking forward to the most every week. I just enjoy it to a healthy amount. Well, slowly but surely everything becomes a little clearer. The biggest mystery for me is indeed Mr. Lue's gloves! Why are you wearing them? What can people tell from your hands? And dude, yeah, you're scarred, I get it, but come on! It's warm and humid in Thailand and you're walking around with a turtleneck and jacket over it. I'd melt! But well, the plot, I don't really care much about it. I just celebrate Ken and Mr. Lue. I think they're cute together and I enjoy that awkward shyness between them! At least there was a confession. Now Ken just needs to finally take a proper look. And yes, the series looks just awesome! There were so many great shots again this episode too! Beautiful!

☼ 2. A Shoulder To Cry On (Episode 1+2)

A strong start. The character of Jo Tae Hyun is at first unsympathetic, even if you can notice that there is something grumbling under the surface. As a reader of the webtoon, I know roughly what will happen, but I hope that the series manages to change some elements and show some of the "love" between the two, which the author herself said was not so easy for her to create. The two members of Omega X make a good first impression and you can already tell that they feel comfortable with each other. In the second episode, the chemistry of the two is just great and I like how they get closer, almost become friends, how Jo Tae Hyun becomes calmer and nicer and Lee Da Yeol lets other people into his life, makes friends. We learn something about Tae Hyun's past, nothing really revealing yet of course, just that he seems to have a dark past. I like the two of them together.

☼ 3. Our Datin Sim (Episode 3+4)

I really like these two. They are awkward and cute together at the same time. We finally have a confession from Eddy at the end of the fourth episode, which of course we've known since the first episode, that he likes Wan too, still! The only fear I have is that Wan will run away again, but Eddy already said he won't let him go now. That's it, hold on to your man!

☼ 4. Unintentionally Love Story (Episode 1+2)

I love it. Could be because of the main character, but whatever. Our protagonists get to know each other and there is definitely attraction on both sides. Now the only problem is that our cute Ji Won Young just plays his future love interest. Sure, he wants his job back, but nope, that's just drama! I don't want drama with them, I just want cotton candy and smitten grins! Damn. Our second couple will provide enough drama I guess..

☼ 5. The Promise (Episode 4)

I love the series. Phu and Nan aren't really progressing at the moment and I could slap them against the wall. It's obvious that they like each other. So obvious! And I already can't stand the drama arising from Phu's secrecy. Granny's friend was definitely correct: lying gets you nowhere. Now Phu just needs to take a cue from Granny and her posse and put his balls back in his pants and finally talk straight to Nan. Otherwise it will really hurt in the end. Everyone sees it, just Phu apparently not quite yet…I still like the two of them together. However! Should Nan have enough of Phu at the end and look else where for a new partner and seek comfort in the arms of Party, he has my blessing!

☼ 6. Bed Friend (Epsidoe 5)

Okay, King marks his territory in front of Krit, the new boss - don't know if this was a good idea...he just woke up a hunter. I'm confused about the status of King and Uea. Are they no longer just friends with benefits, just because King kissed Uea in the parking garage? What is certain is that King is a bit in love with Uea and that Uea is not permanently rebuilding his walls and granting King access. Nice. Uea's mother? Not so nice. I wouldn't have a problem with her disappearing from the scene.

☼ 7. Jack o'Frost (Episode 5)

I knew that it would be unpleasant when the truth comes to light. Can trust be restored, can we start over together? We were left with these questions and I have no idea how it will turn out. I do indeed understand both sides, doesn't mean I approve of Fumiya's concealments. I liked that Ritsu listened to him, not everyone would have and I respect his decision in the end and didn't expect anything else. Let's see what next week's finale brings.

☼ 8. A Boss And A Babe (Epsiode 3)

If the intern takes you to the shower during a video call, I think you can be sure that he won't be embarrassed easily. It's a scene that sticks in the mind. The development between the two is surprisingly quick, after all Gun is just introduced to Cher's mother already. The two are definitely cute together, and I like the scenes in which Gun is a bit cooled down the best. He's a bit of a pain in the ass when he yaps without point or shame.

☼ 9. The End Of The World With You (Episode 8/FInale)

I have only one thing to say about this finale, and that is a gif:

That sums up the absurdity of how this ended quite well. The series started really well and I was excited, but as it progressed it became a bit fantastic and that just wasn't implemented that well. Was Yuma a little god now and did he know it all along or was he a retelling of the little prince? I don't know. Was it a fever dream? Who knows. The end is open and gives room for reflection, all in all a quite positive end, in which it was once again shown that it is worthwhile to live on, even if the future may not look so rosy (I leave out here that you would have to have the perfect partner, because even without him you can come to this realization).

☼ 10. All The Liquors (Epsiode 5+6)

The alcohol, the alcohol…I can't quite get my head around the concept of this series. Now the previously abstinent boss wants to change and happily drinks alcohol along, has no problem ordering alcohol or with drunk guests. I don't really know. Yes, love can move mountains and if your crush is a heavy alcoholic (sorry, but I can't see him as anything else), then you have to change and start drinking yourself, right? This is a normal conclusion. After all, that's what etiquette wants. A beach scene could not be missing. Yes, the two are quite cute together, but somehow the alcohol brings me again and again away from liking this series…could be personal experience with the subject that I can not approve of this excessive consumption of alcoholic beverages…

☼ 11. Tin Tem Jai (Episode 3)

This was not the worst watch of the week! I am surprised myself and would not have expected it. But with episode three and Tin's cheerfulness dialed down a bit, the series is actually quite cute. The subtitles don't make sense some time, the dialogue and characters are a bit…simple-minded (you act so manly, I didn't think you had your period…), but it was quite okay this week. Tin can be really annoying with his flirting with Park, but you can also tell that Park isn't all that resistant to it. I still don't get a lot of the relationships, and I still don't understand why so many little girls are left alone somewhere by their mothers, or dropped off at the next best thing. And I also don't understand Tin's painting lessons.

☼ 12. PasSenger (Epsiode 2)

The series shines for me on an unimaginative script and acting performances that I already feared would not pick me up. The only positive was the portrayal of Bamee and his developing crush on Kiao. He did a pretty good job with that. Other than that…anyone who has seen My gear and your gown or My engineer will notice that not that much has changed in the acting power of the two mains…It's just not my cup of tea. I admit it, I watched it in double speed…not a good sign, maybe I drop this soon….

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