#edit: or at least a few people ig

[hello-its-j10]

here ya go *runs away*

edit: not my idea!! , was inspired by sm on tiktok i cant remember :[

[bastardlybonkers]

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

[rapz-rites]

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Damian Wayne x Reader

For someone big on social media, you would’ve never expected this side of it, and love it

A/N: … So… I'm in college… idk how consistently ill be able to post. I thought I could do every week but ig that's not possible for me as I'm taking 6 classes 😭 My goal is to post at least once a month to put something out. That highlighted part is from when I had about 85% of this done MONTHS ago. And I'm finishing this during spring break 2025, and mind you this was asked September 2, 2023… IM SO SORRY 😭

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warning(s): none I think…

As someone with almost 100 million followers across several social media platforms, to say you’re relatively active is an understatement. You’re practically always working. As a part-time college student, it took a while for you to find a good balance.

You would post at least 2 YouTube videos every month, usually vlogs, TikTok’s every few days, sometimes a few days straight if you have enough content, an Instagram post every now and then, and posting on Twitter and Snapchat are rare unless something big is happening. On top of that, you have a monthly performance meeting with your team. You talk about how your engagement has been and ways to increase it. At the last meeting, they thought you could reply to more comments and videos you’ve been tagged in.

~

You were chilling with Titus on Damian’s bed, knowing well that Titus isn’t allowed on the bed, waiting for him to return from Patrol. After almost 3 years of dating, it has become routine for the two of you at this point. After editing and posting for the day, you would spend the night at the manor, and the next day you had off, you spent it with friends/Damian.

As you were waiting you took it upon yourself to scroll through comments and videos you’ve been tagged in. While scrolling through the comments of a video you posted of you and Damian doing one of those game interviews, you saw a comment that confused you.

Wifeofyn: I can see the edits already 😃

Edits? Like the ones you would see when a new movie or show came out? Due to the people you follow and the type of content you and them post, you rarely ever see them. And you never spent enough time on your for you page to get them either, so you searched it

Search: Y/n edits

You scrolled and scrolled. You were completely mesmerized as you watched the TikTok edits of yourself for the first time. You watched in amazement as you saw how people turned your everyday life into something straight out of a movie, albeit you have made cameos in movies before and had some minor roles but it was nothing like this. You got so caught up in the videos, your excitement bubbling over, that you lost track of time and everything else around you. You didn’t even notice Titus had gotten off the bed and went to sleep in his and Damian had returned from patrol.

It’s only when you feel the bed shift and see Damian lying next to you, freshly showered and awaiting your attention, that you realize he’s back. You realized that he’s probably been watching, and most likely studying, you for God knows how long.

He saw the excitement in your eyes every time you watched an edit. He heard your laughs as people used funny or sarcastic things you’ve said before in intros of edits. Of course you thought they were hilarious, no one was funnier than you… He even saw when you rolled over on your stomach and started kicking your feet in the air when you discovered the couple edits your fans made of you and Damian. You snap out of your TikTok trance with a start, your face flushed. You turn to him with an apologetic smile, eager to share your newfound excitement about the edits.

Over the next few days, you spend some of your spare time watching edits. It didn’t matter where you were, on the toilet, in the car, at a cafe. You LOVED them.

It had been a few days since you had “discovered" the edits of yourself. You’ve been commenting and “reposting and sharing the edits you’ve seen.

~

Secretlifeof_y/n started a live: Revolutionary Discovery

You look at your phone and watch as the number of viewers is increasing.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna let more people join before we get started”

Y/n_lover: omg your reposts

You continued to see comments come in regarding your reposts on TikTok.

“Wow! 10 thousand people in less than 15 minutes”

ButtercupBriii: is it me or has she not been on live in a minute

777.Marley: @ButtercupBriii no you’re right it’s been like 3 weeks

You read more comments of people agreeing that you haven’t been on live as much. That was the whole reason you were on live now.

“Now that we have more people in here, HIIIII!”

You watch as comments flood in of people greeting you and asking many questions. In the back, the viewers can see that you're in Wayne Manor, as you have gone live there several times before, and Stephanie is searching for something in the pantry.

“I’m trying to read all the comments coming in but you guys are too fast,” you say as your eyes skim the bottom of your phone screen. Accidentally letting out a snort, you slap your hand over your mouth. “Someone said Stephanie in the back looking for food is giving big back. Yall are evil !”

Stephanie pops her head out of the pantry giving the camera a confused look. “They said what about me?”

She walks to you with a large metal mixing bowl filled with baking supplies. You move the camera back so she can place the items onto the counter while also giving the camera a greater view of your surrounding area. Noticing candy in the bowl that you know she got for the two of you to snack on, you opt not to say anything about it. You clap your hands together while standing straight and slightly popping your hips out.

“Okay guys. Today Steph and I are,” You start. Stephanie moves close to you and in unison the two of you enthusiastically state “Baking brownies!!”

“So,” you start. “While we’re mixing everything, neither of us will be able to read comments so we’re just gonna talk, and while the brownies are baking we can chit-chat.”

As you and Stephanie pour ingredients into the mixing bowl and mix them, you talk about how the night you first saw the edits of yourself. You explain how you saw a comment referring to them and got curious, prompting you to search “Y/N edits”. That’s how you ended up with over 50 reposts of edits of yourself and various friends and family.

You pour the mixture into a flat pan and Stephanie goes to put it in the oven. While Stephanie does that you start reading comments aloud to answer.

“Who’s my favorite editor? Wifeofyn. But yn_lover is up there too.”

You and Stephanie continued answering the comments until you heard voices from the foyer. Sure enough, it was your boyfriend and his brothers returning from one of their excursions. You could listen to them bickering, which was normal, considering that's how they communicated 70% of the time.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend as he and his brothers walked into the kitchen. Everyone started getting comfortable, especially Dick with the camera. You move towards the back of the kitchen with Damian. He wraps his arms around you from behind and you instinctively relax into his embrace. You let your head fall back while he nestles his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

“You smell delicious,” your boyfriend mumbles into your shoulder. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, “I smell like flour.”

“You still smell good.”

The two of you remained in the same spot and position for several moments in silence. It was moments like these you loved: in Damian’s arm, in a comfortable silence, watching life happen.

You notice Jason is staying away from the camera. This peaking your interest, you question him. As you’re asking Jason about his seeming distaste for the camera, Damian kisses the side of your head as he let’s to know he’s going to retire to his room for the night.

“I’m not getting in frame because people will make edits and every single one you see you’ll send it to me and next thing you know I have 42 edits of myself to watch” Jason states.

You gasped, acting offended, but you knew he was right. You also knew people were probably editing this live. You rolled your eyes at him and walked back to Stephanie, who was downing some brownies with Tim and your phone.

“Guys so the brownies are done and I miss Damian so I’m going to bring him some. I promise to go live again soon,” you finish off by blowing a kiss to your viewers.

LIVE ENDED

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[slaaverin]

What is up with this entire fandom jumping on the erasure of Jikook's bond? The Jikook who for years were commuting everywhere together and pissing everyone off? The jikook who were always together and glued during memories and pissing everyone off? The Jikook who got their "fanservice" title specifically because of how much time they spent together on and off camera and behind the scenes? So much so their interactions were accused of being company forced and scripted. Couldn't be because they loved spending time together, there had to be a company agenda, accusations.

But today Suddenly people are even drifting from Fanservice, to just completely erasing them cause its easier for them. Threads being created saying JK is closest to this member and always has been or Jimin is closet to this member and always has been. Lies Jikook don't ever spend time together outside of work. Reporting real moments of Jikook for copyright. Excluding Jikook from basically everything. Lies saying Jk has rode with x member for years or Jimin has always rode with x member for years. Lies Jikook travel with other people and always have, but Jikook only travel together for Hybe content. Lies they aren't together in the military. A complete rewrite of Jikook's history and also a rewrite of JIkook's history with other members. And if you notice alot of these antis pushing these theories are newish fans. And what is sad is you won't see a single veteran OT7 correct them, cause they want Jikook to not exist in this fandom anyone either. IG era destroyed this fandom, but really Chapter 2 made this place go mad to the point there is no going back and they're hell bent on erasing Jikook and only Jikook. I hate to go there, but it really seems like a direct attack stemmed from homophobia, since they're attacking the only two members who act like a couple or have literally been asked by their members, if they are a couple. We know what y'all antis are.

I agree with you anon.

I think there's no denying it can only be homophobia.

This erasure goes so far that it seriously became insane.

But you know what? This is a true call for every jikookers, supporters like us out there to be AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE.

Tweet about jikook, make threads, tumblr posts, edits, love letters on any social media plateform. It's a call to every one of us to share our voice, opinions, love, support about jikook in any way we can.

The only way you can fight darkness is by shining light. Many of us have been reflecting jikook's light and love to spread it further and I beg everyone to keep doing it.

As long as we will be there, continously showing support jikook will never be erased. The truth will be kept safe and live on.

I swear to you, even if all these people are more than us in numbers, they will never be able to change reality. They will never be able to completely instinguish that love because it lives through all of us.

I don't care whatever low tactics they use to push their agenda of hate, we need to stand strong and stand tall, and keep our integrity to protect jikook's love.

I think all of us know this is the right thing to do. All of us who connect with their bond, and love Jimin & Jungkook unconditionally, and wanna show support must be prepared because the next few months is gonna be especially rough.

You're right, chapter 2 was a divider in this fandom, now everyone is looking out for themselves only, pushing their own selfish narratives, brainwashing new armys who have no clue.

Of course we naively want the reunion to make everything right but let's face it, it's not gonna happen. At least not right away. No.

At first it's gonna be absolute chaos.

Much like it has been.

When jikook will reunite the hate will reach a new insane peak.

So that's why us jikookers need to be ready for it.

If not us, than who else?

When reunion happens, I wish each of us will be as loud as possible, as supportive as possible.

I truly cannot stand the idea that hate will win, however the number of haters, however insane it gets. I can't tolerate that. I won't.

You know that what jikook have, it's something so precious and beautiful and pure and true, I cannot bear the idea of ANYONE, no matter hateful they are, to affect even a little bit their bond. I don't want psychopaths to affect jikook in any way.

But look how far they go? Look how deep the hate is? At some point, some time, it only need one event where haters can truly mess things up.

We say it's only on the internet. We say it doesn't affect them.

This is not true. The members have received death threats before. Insane people have stalked Jungkook before.

Jimin disappeared from social media because of the hate.

Saying it doesn't affect them is an illusion.

It does, it can, and if it continues down this path, it will.

You only need one deranged individual.

One psycho that took the narrative a little bit too seriously. One psycho whose hate goes deep enough that they are willing to do the unthinkable and actually try to harm jikook.

It's not all fun and games. What's happening right now down the line can have true consequences.

We might think what we do doesn't matter. We think we are only one voice drowned in the ocean of hate but I disagree.

As people who love Jimin & Jungkook, who care for them, it matters.

Even one voice matters.

Because what if jikook do a live, and get hundreds of messages of hate, and suddenly feel very down because of it? But what if in the midst of all they see support? And it makes them smile even for a second? That's already a big fucking victory.

So everyone, I know everything is very discouraging and infuriating and unfair, I know we're drowning in hate and angry at this fandom, but please do not give up.

Don't give up on Jimin & Jungkook.

I think in this chapter we truly saw they only have us.

The hate is getting bigger and more twisted than ever, but it only means we need to show up even more for them. We need to be so loud it covers the noise.

Honestly that's all we can do.

So let's focus on this and spread positivity. Spread their love. Spread their history. Spread the truth as you know it. Spread your opinions. Spread videos and photos and edits no matter how many times they want to copyright it.

We need to keep pushing. We need to stay united.

We need to be prepared for this next chapter that will be a hell of a ride for everyone, us, as for jikook.

I don't know about you, but love is the most important thing to me. If we don't fight for it, then what even to fight for?

Will we all get squished and reduced to silence by the hate and the bullying? Will jikook's love be twisted so much it ends up affecting them and ruining everything? Will we let them win? Even if we are outnumbered?

I refuse. For real. I refuse.

I don't care how insufferable we get. I don't care how loud we scream. I don't even care if we need to bring support banners to concerts to tell you the truth. I don't care if we say the wrong thing and the whole world starts bullying us and put us and jikook down.

I will never stop cherishing jikook's love and shoving it in everyone's face. I will never stay silent.

Preserving what is beautiful and true and precious IS IMPORTANT. It's not important only when it comes to jikook but in the world in general!

It's important because I think each of us wants this world to become a better place, not a worse one.

A place where jikook are free to be who they are, to love however they want, to be their fullest self, in total freedom.

A place where people with different sexualities can express themselves without fear.

A place where love is celebrated and encouraged and valued above all else.

I don't know about you, but that's what I want.

So really, let's protect this ideal, and do what we can - stick together and speak and share and support.

At least we will be able to say we will have done our very best.

💜

[nocturnal-lanturn]

most to least likely to get bitches: enhypen edition

i did skz and txt before and i wanted to keep it going. ive been highkey obsessed with enha lately so enha i do.

disclaimer tho, I did not know how to rank them. enha are simultaneously the most losery men and flirtatious men I've ever seen. i had lot of debate with my friends on this one

warning: suggestive themes

most likely to get bitches

1. Jake... okay this may be controversial and ik I put losers pretty low on the list usually but this man is so successful in getting people interested in him it's bonkers!! like is he a fucking loser? yes. does most people want to fuck him? also yes. he has great power. 90% to fuck a fan, he would def enjoy the risk of it

2. Heeseung... originally this man was last bc he's to, the epitome of loser!!! he games, he stays at home!!! he literally is top tier nerd and weirdo. but by GOD is this man fine and he knows it. he's literally so flirty it hurts my lil heart. he knows how to get pussy and will do it successfully. tbh I think his face card swipes him into a lot of the possible situations and he can carry himself to the bed. I don't think he would initiate tho... 75% likely to fuck a fan, I think he's cautious but he be looking like he knows his way around an NDA...

3. Sunoo... this man is a CHARMER. he KNOWS how cute he is, how hot he is, and he USES IT AGAINST YOU. (kinda off topic, but I feel very validated because I believe all water signs are borderline manipulators to some extent and I looked him up and he's a CANCER!!! the worst of them all) he knows how to get in people's pants 100% but I think he prolly won't bc he's NAWT a whore. but you see how literally everyone falls for him?? my proof. 40% likely to fuck a fan. wouldn't really want to but would do it for the ego ig

4. Sunghoon... this man is WEIRD. if he just stands there, 100% gets bitches. I don't think he really wants them ngl. he'll attract but won't bag anyone. 20% likely to fuck a fan, this man does not seem that freaky

5. Jungwon... this is where the list gets muddy. I think jungwon CAN get bitches, but he may choose not to fr. he's not like the most flirty person but he's great in social situations and will be able to maneuver into someone's pants. 45% likely to fuck a fan, I think he's really conscious

6. Jay... ZADDY!!! JK but I think he's the most anti-whore out of the group, he could bag but wouldn't care to. like he would make you drink water before he would drag you to his hotel room y'know? 20% likely to fuck a fan. I just think he's too safe

least likely to get bitches

as usual this is very unserious ty <3 (this excludes riki as he's my age and ion wanna put him on here rn... maybe I'll update within the next few months)

[pajarinwrites]

中秋节 | Wen Junhui x Reader

➳ fem!reader x jun

➳ wc: 6.1k

➳ TAGS: idol!au, established relationship

➳ WARNINGS: omg um, cunnilingus, jun is a SIMP, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it, my dudes), praise, just general adorable lovey dovey softness, but like medium rough sex? ig, not really rough?, i never know how to write warnings, just like i don't know how to write smut woops sorry

➳ AN: HAPPY MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL BITCHES and 女王们; this is only moderately edited bc i actually meant to publish smt for 中秋节 last year but i didn't finish it in time so here it is now (I’m sure it’s still autumn festival somewhere in the world…)! I LOVE WEN JUNHUI

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HATED THIS AHHHH i don't think i'll ever be able to write any smut in which the man isn't a simpering, whimpering, submissive, cowering, crawling, obsequious little simping piece of trash; it's just how i like my men, but i kinda wanna challenge myself some time, not this time though :P also i'm low-key proud of this smut? i used miraclewoozi as an inspiration bc their smut is literal art...

also, literally three pieces in one week??? WHO AM I??? this is more than in the entire year before combined, i fear lmao. sorry. i'm off to return to hibernate in my bog for another six months now thx bye, RIN OUT *drops mic

masterlist

Jun stepped out of the airport into the sweltering heat, but had to find that merely knowing the weather conditions was quite different from being prepared for them. Luckily, he had left enough space in his carry-on to take off the jacket and sweater that he had needed in chilly Seoul and during the flight – airplane ACs were notoriously unpredictable. Despite this, Hong Kong never seized to amaze him with its constant warmth. At least the eternal sunshine gave him a good excuse to wear a cap and sunglasses at all times.

He flagged down a cross-border cab because, frankly, he didn’t feel like taking the crowded metro all the way home. This way he saved himself from a lot of heat, hassle, and the potential of being recognised, even if it delayed him. As expected, the traffic in the city was a nightmare and he did make it home later than strictly necessary. He paid the fee, dodging the driver’s interested gaze, and mumbling a small “mh gōi” before dashing into his building.

When he was finally standing in front of his apartment door, Jun felt ready to just lock himself in his room for the rest of the night. That was, until the door opened to reveal his parents and little brother. Immediately, his frown softened and he dropped his bags to engulf them in one enormous hug.

“I missed you guys so much,” he exclaimed to groans from his little brother and a soft smile from his mother.

This was most likely going to be the last chance he got to spend more than a day or two with them. With their world tour and his busy filming schedule just around the corner, he wouldn’t have time for months.

Jun had spent years of Zhōngqiūjié apart from them. It wasn’t easy to watch most of his members be able to visit their homes and spend Chuseok with their loved ones. Some years it was only him, Minghao, and Joshua in the dorms. But he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Not when he could finally hold the people he loved the most in his arms. Well, most of them at any rate. He would never get used to having to choose between his biological and his chosen family.

His mother peeled herself away from him, squeezing his cheek and insisting that he had grown even more handsome over the last few weeks.  His step father clapped him on the shoulder and asked him about the flight; his brother asked if he had brought him anything cool. Unable to stop smiling for even a second, Jun assented to both questions. He was led to the living room by his mother to sit and relax after the ‘strenuous journey’, giving him a moment to fish the presents out of his luggage, handing one off to his little brother.

“Thanks, gē!” YangYang exclaimed and bounded off to his room to open it in peace. Their mother called after him, “Don’t forget to do your homework before playing! Dinner will be ready in an hour!” Jun smiled, handing his parents the other one.

“You shouldn’t have! I keep telling you we don’t need anything.”

“But I want to get you guys nice things, mā.”

She looked trapped half-way between smitten and resigned, but accepted the present gracefully. With a kiss on the top of his head she stated, “You can rest a little before I call you boys for dinner. I’m making your favourite.”

He thanked her, foregoing the idea of retiring to his room in favour of joining his mother in the kitchen. Most of the ingredients were already laid out on the counter, but when she bent down to pick up something from the bottom shelf, she gasped, “I can’t believe it! Where did all of our rice noodles go? I don’t think this is enough. And I also forgot to buy bamboo shoots earlier!”

She turned around, apologetically, and murmured about having to go to the market real quick to get some. Jun held out his hand to stop her in her tracks.

“Don’t worry, mā. I’ll go get the missing ingredients, and you can get started on the other dishes.”

“No let me go, Jun. You’ve just had a taxing flight and—“ His step-father tried to intervene.

“It’s absolutely no problem!” Jun insisted, not paying his parents’ protests any mind. He grabbed his sunglasses from the side table by the entrance and was out the door before either of them could stop him.

Jun had missed their shèqū, its homely atmosphere, the bustling of the people on the street, and hence didn’t mind the opportunity for a late-night stroll. The closest super market was just down the short road at the main square, and he stopped by quickly before continuing on his way to the live market.

There was a certain nostalgia in going to the market like this, just the way he used to with his mother when he was younger. The stalls didn’t even seem to have changed at all. There was the same group of old ladies dancing in the small park to the side, and a little further down the road, a small group of children was taking turns, performing on a gǔzhēng. Jun watched the windows of his old piano school pass by, still partially lit as students practiced inside. At the corner of the next street was the second-hand book store they had often visited, next to the pharmacy in which he used to sit on the kiddie rides for ages, singing along to jiātíng chēnghu or liǎng zhī lǎohǔ.

Still lost in nostalgia, he stopped by one of the vegetable vendors to acquire the bamboo shoots. Jun enjoyed strolling the aisles leisurely, taking a look at all the things that were being sold. As he rounded one of the displays, someone else was cutting the corner in the opposite direction. Jun barely managed to dance out of the trajectory of them, murmuring an immediate, “Sorry, are you okay?”

He pulled down his sunglasses and looked at the person in front of him in worry. They looked up, locked eyes with him and whisper-screamed, “Oh my god! Wen Junhui?”

Jun was taken aback for only a split second, which he spent worrying he had been recognised, before he could place your face. He hadn’t seen you properly in years, just another name on the long list of people he had to leave behind. The last time you had run into each other had been during Rock With You promotions, when Minghao and he had taken time for their own schedules in China. His eyes crinkled in the corners but he still didn’t dare to take off his mask.

“It’s been so long!” He said instead. You had pulled him into your arms within a second, just a quick squeeze before remembering where you were. You pulled away, pouting, “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“Sorry, it slipped my mind. I also didn’t think I’d have enough time to meet you. Not properly…”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “What does that mean?” Jun blushed, making you laugh. “I’m kidding, A-Jun. But I’m glad we ran into each other. I mean, what are the odds!”

“I didn’t even know whether you still lived here,” he admitted, sheepishly. But Jun wished profoundly that you could feel how earnest he was being. You didn’t actually seem to mind his failure to alert you of his arrival, despite your history. Instead, you continued in your usual chirpy manner, “Yeah, I managed to find work close by so I could stay here. But I’m here here just for the holiday. Staying at my parents, you know.” Jun nodded, accompanying you to the register under more animated chatter.

“Do you have to get anything else?” You asked after you had stepped out the open market. He negated, returning the question.

“Me neither,” you replied, hesitating shortly before continuing, “I guess that means we’ll have to part ways again…”

The way your voice trailed off and your eyebrows knitted together made Jun reply before thinking better of it, “Actually, I think my mā can wait for these bamboo shoots a little longer…” You face lit up with such intensity and immediacy that Jun had to chuckle.

“In that case let’s take a stroll through the park. I’ve been keeping up with Seventeen obviously, but I want to hear from you, personally, how you’ve been doing.”

Falling into step beside you felt so easy. Together, you walked the same paths you did when you were teenagers, talking about everything and anything – back before he had to leave for Korea. He talked a lot about the shoots, dorm fights and misunderstandings, and how much he had missed his mother’s cooking. You winked, asking whether he hadn’t missed you at all, and he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence in reply. Instead he sputtered for a few seconds before you let him off the hook.

“It’s fine. I was joking, Jun. Oh, look!” Jun was glad for the distraction as he watched you hurry of to the pavilion down the path. If you hadn’t changed the subject he might’ve said something stupid. But when you spun around to face him under the colourful roof, with the small pond and the bamboo in the background, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t say something stupid yet.

He was sitting next to you, listening to you rant about your catty co-workers, absent boss, and the general annoyances of adulthood, unable to stop himself from grinning like an idiot at the familiarity, the ease of the whole situation. At some point he shot his mom a text to let her know that he ran into you and to eat without him. She simply replied that he should take his time, but he felt like she was secretly glad to have the two of you reconnect. Your conversations veered from family to old memories together until eventually, when the sun had set almost completely, you got up abruptly.

“I should get back. My mom wasn’t expecting me back immediately but at this point she’s probably wondering if I’ve gotten lost.” Jun nodded, getting up with you and stepping out of the pavilion. You threw one look back over your shoulder before smiling down at your shoes.

“I don’t know if you remember but… this is where you said goodbye…” Jun blinked slowly before the memory registered. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t immediately thought of the day he went to Korea, the last day he spent with you, the day he missed his chance to say so many things he had wanted to say.

“Oh,” he breathes softly, “yeah, I remember. But it’s not a very fun memory.”

Jun decides to look anywhere but you, at the trees lining the road home to his apartment building, the birds flying overhead, the children playing across the street.

“I have to agree. But I’m glad to have you back now. Even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

“Actually, you should visit tomorrow! If you want, of course. I don’t think my family would mind seeing you again after such a long time, and…”

He stops in his tracks. The two of you have reached the intersection at which your ways part. Jun turned to face you. The words were still stuck in his throat, just like all those years ago, just like every time he’s seen you since. But this time, with your hopeful eyes looking up at him, he takes a deep breath. This time will be different. He takes the leap.

“… and I’d also love to spend more time with you.”

You smile in reply, and agree to visit tomorrow. To say goodbye, you hug him again, and he feels like he’s floating all the way home. Maybe tomorrow he’ll gain the courage to tell you everything that he’s been keeping in his heart.

Their dorms were quiet, the shared living areas swallowed in darkness as Jun excited his room. He had been talking to his family via video call for the past hour or two, catching up and trying their best to celebrate Zhōngqiūjié together, even when they were physically apart. You had initially planned on joining the call, but there had been last minute plans that had kept you from it. Even though Jun understood, he had been able to help feeling a little crestfallen when you had told him about it. The two of you had made it work since he confessed to you a year ago, talking almost weekly on the phone because both his and your commitments kept you from visiting all too often. And since this year he couldn’t visit home because of the impeding comeback, he would’ve at least enjoyed talking to you on the holiday proper, instead of just during one of your regularly scheduled calls. Especially with how long it had been since he’d last seen you in person in June. To him, an eternity.

Vernon, Dokyeom, and Chan had returned to their families for the evening to celebrate Chuseok together, leaving the dorm deserted, save Jun himself. They’d all met up for lunch as a celebration before most left to go home. It was an effort by the Korean members to ease the homesickness of those that wouldn’t be able to see their families over the holiday. Seungkwan had ended up accompanying Vernon, while Joshua and Minghao decided to simply celebrate with each other, even though they hadn’t been lacking in invitations either. Jun had made the same decision. They had let him know they’d be out until the night but that he could join them at their apartment later.

Especially Dokyeom had had a hard time simply leaving Jun behind, but the older man had insisted that he was going to be fine, and that it would give him a chance to call his family in China. But coming out of his room and being greeted with a cold, dark apartment, made Jun question his decision. He sighed, contemplating for a second whether he should simply return to his room instead of feeling the hollow emptiness of their shared dorm. But before he could make a decision, the doorbell rang.

He wasn’t expecting anyone, so the sudden shrill of the bell surprised him. Maybe it was one of the members, back early. Maybe Minghao and Joshua had decided to surprise him at the apartment. But when he looked at the screen of the camera system, he was greeted with a sight wholly unexpected. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your eyes staring straight at the camera, a warm smile on your face. Jun buzzed you in, jittery with nerves as he worried you might disappear or he might wake up. You had been talking about your crazy workload and extra assignments for the past few weeks, how on earth were you here?

This has to be a dream, he thought, standing in the open door and waiting for the tell-tale ping of the elevator. When he heard it, he couldn’t even wait for you to round the corner. In slippers, he sprinted down the hallway to the lift, coming face to face with you as you were trying to heave your luggage out. Jun cast it aside, picking you up and spinning you around. He buried his face in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume and your skin.

“How are you here?” He whispered after a good few seconds of spinning and listening to your tinkling laugh.

“Well, you know, I bought a plane ticket, went to the airport in Hong Kong, I got on a plane—“ Jun interrupted you by picking you up again, proclaiming his happiness while you insisted that he finally put you down. If he had been a better man, he might’ve listened immediately. As it stood, it took the two of you several minutes to make it the short way from the elevator to his apartment door, Jun stopping every few seconds to give you another spin or a kiss.

Once you had finally made it safely inside, he brought your luggage to his room, before returning to the shared space and staring at you in fascination. There you were, right in front of him, leaning onto the counters of his dorm’s kitchen as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“How did you know I’d be home?” He asked and you giggled, presumably at his flabbergasted expression.

“I kind of asked the members for help…”

“What? Who?”

In hindsight, he thought he should’ve expected this. There had been a curious lack of invitations extended to him this year. Especially considering that Joshua and Minghao were still invited everywhere. And, thinking about it now, the fact that the two of them had insisted on spending the evening ‘outside’ without Jun had also been more than a little suspicious.

“Almost all of them helped coordinate it, actually. They all had to be in on it to some extent.”

“When did you start planning this?” He asked, making his way over to you. One last time, he picked you up, setting you down softly on the counter. This time you let him do as he pleased without protest, choosing to answer his question instead, “Like a month ago or so. When it started becoming clear that you’d have no chance to make it home this year.” Jun hummed in response, stepping closer to stand between your legs. His arms found their place around your waist.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing deeply when he felt you wrap your arms around him. He wished you could stay like this forever, or at least for a very, very long time. You turned your head, whispering that you had brought yuèbǐng from Shenzhen with you and he nodded automatically. Mentally, he was still focused only on your presence, the fact that he got to hold you in his arms and use his thumbs to draw absentminded circles on your waist. If he hadn’t been so focused on your body, he would’ve missed the small hitch of your breath as he exhaled against the column of your throat. He smirked lightly, murmuring something along the lines of ‘we can eat them later’ before attaching his lips to the place where your shoulder and neck met. You gasped, more audibly this time as he sucked on the sensitive skin, following the line of your collarbone. You tugged at his t-shirt, whispering that you should move to his bedroom but Jun smirked against your skin, slowly pushing up your shirt. As he tossed it over your head, he whispered, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the apartment to ourselves all night.”

He smoothed his hands under your thighs, grabbing onto your plush flesh and cursing the layer of your pants for stopping him from feeling your skin. Jun pulled you closer, to the edge of the counter, so that he could finally feel you pressed to him again, making his hands wander back up. He placed them on your waist, gingerly at first, as if you were going to vanish into thin air if he didn’t handle you with enough care. He still wasn’t sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination how you were sitting in front of him, hair and clothes messy from your flight, but your eyes shining so brightly he thought you were the most ethereal being on this planet. But when you bucked your hips forward against his, all that restrain flew out the window. He slid his hands lower from your waist, relishing in every inch of skin he got to touch along the way, before he settled them on your ass, encouraging your motions even further. Your arms tightened around him, one hand finding its way into his hair, the other toying with the collar of his t-shirt before slipping downwards and below the fabric to caress his back. He groaned, moving one hand - albeit reluctantly – away from your hips to tilt your head to the side. He was overwhelmed with your nearness, the swell of your breasts pressed against him, the smell of your skin filling his senses, spreading through him, expanding into every corner of his consciousness until all he could perceive was your presence, your breath, your skin on his.

You kissed him with so much vigour that he felt light-headed, the sparkle of your eyes encapsulated him, as if he was floating in space, surrounded by innumerable stars, twinkling around him. In his weightlessness, your hands were caressing him, still. You dropped them to the hem of his t-shirt, tracing along the exposed skin there as the rhythm of your hips never faltered.

You broke away, Jun following your lips with a whine. He wasn’t yet ready to leave your cosmos, but you pressed a soft hand against his chest, tugging his shirt off. Jun, personally, would have preferred to resume kissing you breathless right away, but you had other plans. Your hands returned to his chest, covering the expanse of his pectorals, gliding over the ridge of his shoulder, caressing every centimetre of skin while tracing the muscles across his torso. Every touch left a tingling feeling, pulling him deeper and deeper into your gravitation. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut while he tried (and failed) to even out his breathing under your attentive ministrations. When your hands returned to his chest and you flicked against his nipples tentatively, his head dropped forward in defeat, colliding with your shoulder.

He was breathing more heavily than he’d like to admit, as if he really was slowly rising through the atmosphere, the air becoming thinner and thinner. His cock was painfully hard, you grinding against it deliciously with every roll of your hips. Separated by way too many layers, Jun thought dimly before tapping against your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips off the counter.

You complied easily, leaning back in a way that allowed him to strip you of your comfy leggings. He watched you shudder at the feeling of cool marble under your skin, goosebumps forming at the sensation. Reverently, he let his hands glide up and down your legs, watching you shiver again, just from his touch. He hadn’t even realised that he had lowered himself down until one of your hands grabbed for his hair and tilted his head back.

Ripped out of his reverie, Jun stared up at you, towering over him, backlit by the kitchen lights. If it hadn’t meant leaving your reach, Jun would have fallen to his knees right this second. In this light, you looked like a higher being, come to cast divine judgement on him, a final reckoning. Jun found he would have taken any verdict, as long as it meant preserving your attention. He would have obliged any command, taken any punishment with equanimity. He would have taken Prometheus’ place, if it meant he could bask in your presence for another moment. He would suffer any acrimony, any scorn, any tribulation, if it meant your gaze would continue to rest on him like this – zeroed in on his face, your expression soft with adoration. He didn’t have to fear any judgment. The only thing written on your face was love. It was mirroring his own, he was sure, from where he was pleading for you attention from between your legs. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, your fingers tugging at his hair with purpose. He angled his head, a miniscule movement, just enough to allow him to breathe a kiss against the inside of your thigh, a fluttering promise of continuation. If you let him. You loosened your grip, and Jun took it as the invitation that it was. His path mapped over the fat of your thigh, spilling over his kitchen counters, up one leg, down the other. All the while, he didn’t break eye contact, watching your expression crackle and slip, pleasure and frustration mixing in even measures as you breathed a plea, “Qīn'ài de, you’re teasing.”

His breathing became uneven, for just a second, at the term of endearment. You didn’t need to spell out your request. He could see it in the rise and fall of your chest, the sounds sneaking their way past your lips, the shifting of your hips – almost involuntary. The vision of you before him blurred as he tried to hear the rest of your declaration over the rushing in his ears. Your legs twitched under his hands; he didn’t remember when he had moved them there. But now they were here, holding your legs apart, leaving imprints in your flesh where they pressed against you. Jun searched your face for any sign of hesitance, any doubt, but he found none. All he could find was a sense of desperation clawing its way up your throat, leaving a blooming blush in its wake.

He still continued holding your gaze when he pressed his mouth to your core, pushing his tongue against the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped a little, hands twisting in his hair, the slight pain grounding him in this moment. His hands continued kneading your flesh, wandering, in feverish haste, across every expanse of skin they could cover. Above him, you writhed and moaned, his name leaving your lips as if you were now the one praying. Your head had tilted back slightly, breaking eye contact. But Jun’s gaze never left your face, drinking in every expression as he pushed your panties to the side to gain proper access to your sopping core.

“OhmygodJun,” you breathed, head lolling to the side when his tongue swirled around your most sensitive spot. One hand moved from your ass to your core, probing at your entrance just to feel you clench around him, hear the sharp intake of your breath. You tipped backwards, resting on your elbows as his name continued to tumble off your lips into the still air of the apartment. Jun’s other hand moved upwards, taking no care in pushing your sports bra out the way to grab at your breasts, pinching your nipples intermittently. He watched your chest heave as he slipped two fingers past your entrance at once, his tongue lapping between them, desperate to taste as much of you as possible. Your hands kept pushing him closer and closer, until his every sense was filled with you. Your taste on his tongue, your panting breath in his ears, the plush feeling of your thighs around his head. He moaned against your core.

Jun felt your high approach, maybe knew it was coming before you yourself even did, the way he could read your body in this moment, with how every fibre of his being was honed in on you and your pleasure.

“Jun, bǎobèi, I’m…”

His hand slid down to your waist, squeezing reassuringly. Jun felt you constrict around his digits, your moans growing louder and more desperate. He kept pressing his fingers into that spot that had you squeeze around him, kept his mouth sucking on your clit, humming at the flavour of you, until you peaked. You came with a cry of his name that made his chest swell with pride. Your thighs shut around his head like a vice, your hand evidently torn between wanting to pull him away and push him closer. Jun remained pressed to your core, lazily lapping at your release until your legs relaxed and he gained enough freedom of movement to lean back and search for your gaze.

Even though he had spent minutes staring at the ethereal picture of you earlier, he was still taken aback by your beauty: your hair even messier, your face blushed, your eyes glazed over in the hazy afterglow. He pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

It took you a few moments to answer him, calming your breath. A moment of which he took advantage to return to his full height, leaving kisses up your body on his way there. Once he was face to face with you, he brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with devotion. You smiled back, softly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and immediately causing a warm shiver to run down the length of his body. There you were, in his arms, gazing at him with love, bestowing him with whatever divine favour slumbered in your presence.

You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin for a second before whispering, “I need you.”

Jun was sure he was about to malfunction. The way his body reacted instantly, unbidden, must have been proof of your power. He couldn’t suppress the groan that rose to the surface, betraying his helplessness in the face of you. But you only smiled, sliding off the counter, tossing your bra to the side, and leaning into him.

“I know you need me too, baby,” you susurrated against the shell of his ear, your hand falling to his crotch, smoothing over the outline of his cock against his sweatpants. Jun gasped when you gave his balls a squeeze, trailing your fingers back up, pressing them into his slit, already oozing with precum and staining his pants. He felt like melting, like he was Icarus and you were the sun, with the notable exception that your radiance was warm and welcoming. It didn’t burn him, it only made him feel soft, welcome, malleable. He melted at your touch, moulded himself to the shape of you.

Although Jun felt it was very much stating the obvious, he conceded, “I want you so bad.”

You smiled, discarding your panties in a swift motion, before turning around and bending over the surface.

“Then come get me.”

He only stared, transfixed by the way your muscles moved under your skin, how the warm kitchen light of his home cascaded over you, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you turned around to smirk at him. Jun’s mind was still fighting with the fact that you were real, you were here, and you were his. You cocked an eyebrow, watching him like a cat watched its supper. When he still continued to stare, your eyes darkened, beckoning him with intensity. You wiggled your ass at him, pushing it back so it grazed his throbbing dick. As you threatened to pull away again, Jun’s hands flew to your hips. You yelped at the sudden strength with which he gripped you, pulling you back against him once more, grinding down against your ass with such verve that your head dropped forward. A long groan escaped you as Jun crowded you against the counter, pushing you down and leaning over your back.

“You need me, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically while meeting his thrusts, moaning his name again and again, and growing more breathless by the second. Jun wanted to tease you, he really did. He wanted to ask you how bad you needed him. He wanted to force you to be more specific, to hear you say how you needed to feel his cock inside you, hitting that spot over and over again. He wanted to make your pretty lips form all those filthy words, say his name, beg for him. But it had been months since he had seen you in person, it felt like an eternity had passed since his skin was last allowed to touch yours, a lifetime since he heard you whimper and moan and pant for him like this. So, he forewent any more teasing. Instead, Jun simply shoved his sweatpants and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock.

You whined at the sound of it hitting his abs, wiggling your ass again and breathing out his name in that way he would never grow tired of. He grinned, sliding his dick through your slick, nipping its tip against your clit, once, twice, three times. So many times that you whimpered, an indistinguishable string of supplications, whines of baby, please please please leaving your lips. Your forehead was pressed against the counter now, as if the cold, hard surface helped ground you in reality while Jun had his way with you.

When, finally, he slipped into you, both of you sighed. You voices mixing in the air of the kitchen that seemed to have been growing thinner by the second. Jun’s breathing was growing ragged, and he could tell you weren’t faring much better than him. He started moving, slowly at first, testing the waters and, yes, possibly also to rile you up a little more. But when you clenched around him, any self-control was thrown out the window. His hands on your lower back were shoving you down against the ice-cold surface, making you hiss. His hips snapping against your ass as he searched for that spot that would make you drool over the marble countertops.

“Fuck… yes! Baby, right there,” you groaned when he found it.

Jun leaned back down over you, his front pressed against your back, his hot breath by your ear, whispered prayers of your name escaping him. He drove into that spot relentlessly, repeatedly until you lost all function of speech, reduced only to swears and his name. Jun mirrored your vocabulary, one hand sneaking around your body to find your clit again and rub punishing circles. With the added stimulation of his hand, the pressure of his weight, and the way his cock was hitting that spongy part inside you again and again, you felt your pleasure crest alarmingly fast.

“Junjunjunjunjun,” you breathed, but, again, he somehow had known before you what was coming. His groans surrounded you, your perception narrowed to just the feeling and sound of him.

“Hold on a little longer, baby,” he breathed, and you barely registered it. Just nodding for the sake of nodding, praying his own release would find him fast.

“Doing so well, baby. So good for me,” he continued, almost to himself, baiting your release even more.

A few agonising, timeless moments passed until, “That’s it, let go. Come for me, baby. Come with me.”

Immediately, you released a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, you head falling forward again as your whole body tensed up. Jun followed your example, his head dropping against your shoulder as he drove his cock into you, prolonging both of your releases as much as possible, until the sensitivity forced him to pull out. He remained folded over you, so close that he could feel his cum drip out of you, landing on the kitchen floor with a small splat. The air felt too thin for any movement, so he remained draped over you, his thumb drew circles on your lower back until you returned to him, mumbling his name.

“Are you alright, qīn'ài de?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, your hair sticking to the nape of your neck. Jun brushed it to the side, leaving a small peck where it had been.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, matter-of-factly, smoothing his hand down your back one last time before peeling himself off you to get some tissue. His heart tore a little at the weak whine you let out in response to his absence.

“Don’t worry, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

You only whined more when he wiped the rest of your combined release from between your legs before also cleaning the floor. He caught your eyes from over your shoulder, smiling softly, and leaving another kiss on your back. After getting rid of the tissue, he pulled you off the counter, wrapping you up in his arms.

“You were amazing. I love you.”

He could hear the smile in your voice when you replied, “So were you, bǎobèi.”

“I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“I missed you something fierce,” you said by way of explanation.

“Me too. I miss you every day. Every hour.”

To his confusion, you smiled warmly at his pout, one hand caressing along the side of his face until it came to rest on his collarbone. You leaned in, lips ghosting against his in a silent promise, “Then let’s make the most of right now.”

Jun grinned, bending down to pick you up, laughing at the surprised yelp you let out.

“What on earth are you doing, Wen Junhui!”

“I think it’s time for a bath.”

“That is not what I was trying to insinuate!”

He wiggled his eyebrows, feeling his heart sore at your scandalised expression. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes searched for yours, holding their stare for a few moments. With a smile on his lips and in his voice he murmured, “I don’t care what exactly we do in the bath, as long as we do it together.”

[gojoawayhoe]

What even is JJK?

Hello JJK community!! I am an avid fanfic reader who was going through a crisis, accidentally stumbled across a JJK SMAU post, and triggered a hyperfixation (yayy)

I thought it might be fun to stumble my way through figuring out what is going on here with as little official information as possible. This post is my attempt to understand JJK from SMAU and fanfic alone! To be clear, I have NOT read or watched the anime/manga - this is just my interpretation for wtf is going on here.

A few things before we get into this -

Spoiler Warnings! This should be obvious, but since I've never watched/read the show I don't actually know what is considered a spoiler or not. Please read on with caution~

Newbie Warning! I am so new into this fandom, and it is a lot bigger than the ones I've been in before. This post is supposed to be fun, and I am coming from a place of good faith. If I accidentally commit a faux pas, please be kind!

Foul Language Warning! Most of this was written stream of conscious style over two weeks as I was struggling through some tough stuff IRL. My tone is tongue in cheek, and I did not pay much attention to grammar or minding my language. I don't say anything too crazy, but I am perhaps too liberal with certain four letter words.

With that said! Please enjoy my delirious ramblings as I make sense of this batshit crazy world. I had so much fun with this, and I hope you like it?

OKKKK SO (who is who, pt 1/?; i got some questions):

Did Shoko really cheat her way through medical school?

Toji is ?? An assassin with one?? two?? Dead wives?? Are we suspicious or nah

Also like, Toji? Sometimes he's written like an ass, sometimes like a strung out single dad?

yuuji is ..... chosos brother... somehow...?

Megumi is……. Tojis son? But also sometimes gojos adopted son?? Or at least mentee??

Speaking of Megs, here are some thoughts I had while figuring this effer out:

-Man, Megumi really likes dogs i guess, thats cool

-Oh huh, whats a shikigami?

-oh, that sounds pretty cool

*sees dogs mentioned again*

-cue: holy shit moment

-i straight up thought he was overly obsessed with dogs. Like as a character trait because its mentioned so much. 

-ykw ig he still is

-can you pet them?

Shibuya:

At first, mentions of Shibuya went over my head. Then, three or four days in, I read an smau where nanami made plans with the reader to do something as soon as he returned from Shibuya. It was really so sweet! But… umm…. The comments did not agree?

So this is the first time i googled anything, and found myself on the wiki. And uh, yeah, fuck you guys /s

And i was like, I wonder who else has died then?? And guys, i gotta be honest, I did NOT like it !! 🥹

alright, I got distracted.

Trying to figure out who is affiliated with who from smau/fanfic alone is nearly impossible (who is who pt 2/?). 

Eventually, you get here:

Most people - jj sorcerers/tokyo high

Toji + shiu - assassins

Kenjaku + mahito (mojito)? = freaky bitches (also is it just me or is mahitos design kinda.... 😏 no? just me?)

Choso - ???????? I genuinely cant tell?????? Sometimes yuuji is his brother and sometimes hes with the freaky bitches ??????? Is he a good girl gone bad ?? A bad girl gone good ?? Is he meaning yuuji like as a vessel of sakuna and sakuna is his half brother???? because apparently the whole main point of the goddamn show is that yuuji ate one of sakunas fingers and is his vessel or whatever??

And speaking of that, how did i not know yuuji and megumi (and… nobara…?) are the protagonists?? I went days without googling the premise of the show (yup.) and i was floored, lemme tell you! I really had no idea what was going on, yall 😌

So back to who is who again (pt 3/?, Geto edition) -

Ok. So..... OK. Geto, right? WTF is up here? here's what I've got

Geto + gojo (and Shoko!) = #besties

Geto has a crisis

Now hes racist

Aaaaaand slaughters a village (and his family??? is that right??)

Geto + gojo = #breakup

Gojo is real sad about it

10 years later geto comes back and gojo kills him

Geto is reanimated by the freakiest looking yeerk ive ever seen (does anyone even know animorphs anymore or is that series a fever dream I made up?)

#sadboi vibes only plz #trapped in the prison realm #justGojothings #honestly fuck the Shibuya arc

okay ANDDDD -

Gojo + Geto + KFC = ???!

y'all i see them referenced with KFC all the time. this is definitely a private joke that I am not in on lmao

moving on!

Sakuna v Gojo.

Yeah, fuck this arc too honestly. Gojo's my favorite. Sue me! I'm basic! I never said I wasn't!

back to CHOSO again (my beloathed <3) (who is who pt 4/?):

I have figured it out!! Choso was with the freaky bitches to avenge his brothers, then somehow figured out that Yuuji is his half brother and badda bing, bad girl turns good. love to see it.

But, is it cannon??

Some of these are characters are written so baby girl-ified that i think id be upset reading the source material. Like… is choso really that sweet and innocent? He is written as the sweetiest of baby gorls. But like isnt he an antagonist? I suspect he probably has one or two scenes in canon that are naïve and endearing, and the fanfic girlies ran with it. As they absolutely should. But im attached this version now and I dont want that ruined 😌 I've seen yall bitch about the white dog thing in SMAU, but you know what? I love it here in delulu land and im sticking with it.

Also, I have a feeling that Nanami is just a serious guy with a stick up his ass. Do I love how he is written? yes. Do I stan a romantic family man? idk, ask my husband (yes, I do). Do I think he is TOTALLY different in cannon? Absolutely

Do I think Geto is this tragic, heartbreaking villian in cannon? Yeah, I think that's probably right. but i mean, genocidal maniac is kindve hard to reconcile with how he is portrayed in the ficdom universe. Also, I love how many people just choose to simply ignore his betrayal arc and pretend it simply ✨didnt happen✨. i love it and im living for it.

There are about 10,000 different portrayals of Gojo in fic. Some common themes are:

fuckboy gojo

sadboy gojo

lovesick gojo

emotionally unavailable gojo

I think most right is probably #4? idk man, if my life was in danger all the time and I was viewed as (at best) nothing more than a weapon by society AND my best friend betrayed me like this? I probably would also float through life with minimal attachments and a laissez faire attitude. but then this is also challenged by his clear attachment to the protagonists (who are, apparently, the students and not the teachers)

Will I watch/read this anime/manga?

Honestly?? Idk yall. I kinda mentioned this earlier, but I have now gotten attached to these characters as they are in my head. in delulu land. Also, my real life still kinda sucks rn, and idk if I am currently built for the death and betrayal and ANGST in my fantasy world too, thank you very much.

That said, my brother in law is begging me to watch it since he heard im doing this. This world is genuinely so complex and interesting, and the magic system is fascinating. AND it would be interesting to go through it and see what ive actually gotten right and what ive gotten just so, so wrong.

Maybe if anyone actually reads this and it picks up traction ill consider it, and do a follow up post with the right and the wrong

N E Ways! I think that's about all the word vomit I am capable of right now. if anyone actually read all this, I hope you enjoyed my nonsensical ramblings! feel free to tell me what I got right, what I got wrong, or how good/bad my takes are.

[larstudy]

⛅ 15.02.2024 // not a great day honestly. It went really really well for most of the day, I was tired but motivated and full of energy and productive! I went to my lectures and studied biochemistry for 4h when I went back home.

But around 6pm my exams results were put online (and yes I don't have either the details of the grade nor the correction). I was expecting to be deceived as I know how my uni works and how unfair the grades can be. But yet, I was expecting to at least not have to retake this subject I worked really hard on. I don't understand any of this. At first I was reaaaally angry and some people were reaaaally really nice to me and it helped a lot (thanksss fr) but now I'm just feeling empty and tired (hey, it's the five stage of grief ig). I try to not listen to my thoughts, to stay busy until they fall silent. It'll pass within a few days but it's hard being a student nowadays ahah

Edit : Fuck I forgot my logs, here they are :

🧾 logs

glasses of water : 💧💧💧💧

hours of study : 4h (+2h of lectures)

hours of sleep : 5h30 (tired zzzzz)

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

He can't be FR 😭😭

NOPE. NO. Nu-Uh. No no no no.

Nonono. No No No. Nopedy nope.

No. No no no no no no. NOPE.

NOPE.

(Edit : The account is most likely fake, since apparently both Sam and Elliot don't have TT account. The bts videos was also in Elliot's IG so let's take it with grain of salt)

Okay look. As much as I want the boys and girls to be happy and thrive and live on, I want something BAD to happen to them. Hear me out.

OG!Makarov (for those who don't know...) was such a destructive force. He single-handedly started World War 3, nuked cities, took down NATIONS. He was the literal ultimate enemy.

For the last two games, Barkov was not the best villain (yes he invaded Urzikstan but he only appeared in very few scenes), while in MWII we literally only chase Hassan around, like Valeria and Graves were a better villain (they were not the supposedly main villain).

MWII lacked the grit and guts that the OG!MW had. OG!MW did NOT hesitate on taking down cities, nations, and most importantly they DID NOT hesitate to KILL OFF characters or at least let something BAD happen to the characters. Like for instance, in the end of OG!MW2, Soap fucking got STABBED IN THE CHEST by Shepherd. NOW THAT IS THE SHIT.

(+ there are dramatic quick time events. BRING BACK QUICK TIME EVENTS)

Again, for those who don't know, OG!MW3 ended with ALL of 141 dying except Price. Yes you read that right.

Now, what I would want to see is for the reboot!Makarov be the destructive force that he is. Take down cities, nations. Kill people without remorse. SHOW US that he is indeed the ultimate enemy. How?

Let bad things happen to the boys. Let 141 FAIL. Not the "oh we fail, try next time." But the "people-fuxking- died-critical-consequences-perilous-dreadful-we FUCKED UP" Failure. The failure where you can't go back. The failure that has timely consequences. Where it's irrevirsable.

Let them fail, and then let us see how they cope with failure. Let us see how they come back together. Let us see a development on the characters on how they should face this archenemy.

Who do I think would die?

I have one person on my mind.

Kate Laswell.

Imagine 141 without Laswell's voice to guide them. Imagine a mission without Laswell's voice of reason. Voice of security that everything will be fine.

Imagine Price losing Laswell.

Now that is a version of Price that I would want to see.

This campaign will be interesting...

[penguinlife]

Here I go again

Luke did not "hard launch" the dancer. He was thanking Boss for the follow-up mention. I am pretty sure they were as pissed off he brought her to the event as we were. It was clear their slogan was not matching the dancers' presence. Everyone else on that clip climbed out of the car solo. They had limited footage to work with. Luke made a big mistake to take her. She is pretty much a nobody in that world.

My theory of what is going on is as follows. But please don't hate on anyone because of it. We are still in the middle of the story. Not close to the end.

Luke and Nic became super close during the filming of S3. They hooked up a few times. Became very close. Spending every moment together. But people with no business giving their advice advised them that it is the characters and that they should step back and let it cool down a bit.

Luke then went on a hot boy summer. Nic was working. The strike paused the editing on S3. Luke met A in his friend group. A casual hook-up situationship started. She met some of his family. Became friends with his sister.

Luke and Nic went back to filming some reshoots. The tention and attraction were still there. They left for the WT, and it ignited again. Luke parted ways with the dancer around the NY stop.

Now, I think the dancer probably cried on his sister's shoulder. I get the idea his fam is not too keen on him and Nic. The sister invited her to the premiere in London. Nic got upset, left early, and started work on TMFT. Things between her and Luke were strained. But they were still under the umbrella as best friends.

Luke and the dancer spent time together in a group setting, but he left their group vaycay early and put some distance between them. He was focused on filming S4. When they arrived back on set, everything had changed, and the vibe was different. He and Nic had fewer and fewer scenes together. The magic and chemistry were still there. But not the same as the bubble they had in S3. Nic and Jake started spending a lot of time together, and from the outside, it looked like they were dating.

Luke left to film WM. He and Nic reconnected when he got back. She told him that Jake was just a friend and that she was introducing him to people in the industry. Nic took her mom on a sunny vacation. Luke went on a solo trip, somewhere sunny. They didn't spend christmas or New Year with the adjacents or each other.

Luke's sister told the dancer about the family member that passed, and she went to the funeral as she knows his sister, met the family member in the past, and wanted to support Luke as a friend.

Luke has been MIA from SM and the public, so when he was asked to the Boss One Launch, he invited the dancer to join him for emotional support.

The clip inside where they were holding on to each other, and she grabbed his bum. Was orchestrated by her. For SM. To put her claim on him and her relevance in his life. They are at most friends.

Why is she not allowed to post anything from the event. The least she could do is release all the tags on her IG. Why did he not post her on his IG. The tag on his IG stories was obviously a compromise. He wanted to thank Boss but not post anything with her directly.

So Luke and Nic are back to working together, and this time, they are not hooking up. The vibe is different.

I do believe that between S4 and S5, filming things will change. I will stay on this ship. I believe in their love.

[bloodyviolentine]

SMILE 2 ENDING THEORY (re-explained)

I'm doing this again because I didn't really like how I did it in my last post. It was very rushed and I was kinda on a time crunch at the time. I think i didn’t really explain it well enough for people to understand, i mean there are probably some of you that did but looking back in my eyes it just looks like shit and not properly explained. I posted it on my second IG account where I now post some theories and updates on other stuff and since IG has a word limit I couldn’t explain a lot more of it and just used that to put it on here and add a little more but it just wasn’t enough for me at least. (Edit: I don't have the account anymore lmao)

So here is the theory properly explained.

A recap of what happened after Skye was chased by her backup dancers.

A few days after watching the movie in theaters I was looking back at the first teaser Interscope Records released to promote Skye’s song ‘Blood On White Satin’ released on June 14, 2024.

This was when Smile 2 was doing a secret marketing campaign to seem like Skye was a real person and it did work by making a fan account with the user ‘skyerileynation’, putting up billboards in LA and the UK with a QR code, pop culture accounts teasing her new era, another video about Skye, and having the character’s name be Quinn Parsons on the IMDB page and the casting list for the movie until the 2nd trailer released.

And they were hiding Naomi’s face so it wouldn’t ruin the marketing. Of course there were a lot of people thinking she was real.

I was looking back at it because I remember how excited I was when they said it was going to be a pop star getting the curse and she was going to be played by Naomi Scott. I love horror, pop music, and Naomi so I didn’t shut up about it for months.

Here’s the teaser.

In the teaser you can see Skye going to stage excited, obviously you can’t see her due to not ruining who she looks like but by body movement. And in the rest of the video it’s her performing the song on stage with a different outfit, showing small clips of the movie, and 2 clips of Skye facing the other way.

Now here’s the theory.

After watching the teaser again I noticed in the first 10 seconds she was wearing the exact same outfit she didn’t want to wear because it showed her scar.

I didn’t think too much of it until in the last 3 seconds of it it was her on stage looking at her fans. I quickly went back to the beginning and noticed she had the exact same hair from the end of the movie and realised it was the day of her official comeback.

I went to talk about it on twitter and said that is kinda footage of how she got there, but how exactly it was still confusing for me and a lot of people because how the hell did she go through all of that and her label still made her go on tour?????

That’s when someone replied with “The entity must’ve controlled her body there when it stuck its hand in her mouth”.

I was so surprised when I saw that because I didn’t think of that and I just thought when it put its hand in her mouth just to traumatize her or just put her to sleep.

So I also thought that it must have put a piece of it in her and when she woke up in the private clinic it wasn’t her it was the entity acting as her. Let me explain:

I think after she said “I wish you could feel what it's like to live inside my head” to her mom, some type of switch happened after the entity possessed her mom.

The real Skye was put in some type of coma in her head, obviously hallucinating the clinic, car, and the pizza hut. And the fake Skye who is being controlled by the entity apologized to Elizabeth, apologized to everyone on her team and was ready to start the tour.

And when the entity closed the doors on her and when they opened again that is when she woke up. That is why the entity said “This isn’t real, Skye” and “You’re not in control, Skye…. I am”.

So basically what I am saying is that in the first teaser they released showing Skye going on stage all happy it wasn’t her, it was the entity possessing her body all excited to curse thousands of people in the crowd.

While the real Skye was sent into some coma and woke up when she got on stage.

It was not kidding when it said “i like wearing your skin”.

If this was ever to be true by Parker Finn it would make this movie a thousand times better because it really shows how powerful the entity is and what other crazier things it can do in the 3rd movie.

So did they basically had the ending in front of our faces? Yes. Was the ending pretty predictable when they said it was going to be a pop star getting it? Yes. BUT the way Parker Finn did it made it SO FUCKING GOOD I CANT LIE.

(Also I think when Skye stabbed herself with the needle in her neck, I don’t think the drug was in there, it looked empty to me. And when she was about to faint it was probably blood loss from her foot or not eating and drinking water. Throughout the whole movie she did not eat once and that was probably because of Lewis’ death because of how gross it was or after the car crash she started not eating much.)

One more thing I want to share that doesn't really have nothing to do with this but someone in the comments on the first post of this theory thought I didn't get the whole thing of the entity and the movie even though I do. Like this is just something cool i wanted to share that is all. not everybody is going to get it when they first watch something like this that is why there are explanations videos.

This is it for now. I will update if Parker says anything about the ending in some interview or in any or the special features they will release. I would love to hear what you guys think about this. Thank you for reading this thread.

[mrheymister]

In a distant future once I finish my Isaac fic I've had an idea rolling around in my head for a modern AU/Time travel Arthur x oc or reader (not too sure, I've never written x reader but it seems fun!)

Basically, time wormholes popping up and closing are a documented phenomenon, usually occurring during intense electrical storms. People unfortunate enough to get caught in one find themselves whisked decades, centuries, even millenia into the future or the past. Sucks for you if you get teleported back into the stone age ig.

While not a terribly common occurrence in our modern era, you still get one or two people any given year popping up out of time. Because of technical limitations and lack of complete understanding about the wormhole phenomenon, we can't just send them back, so it becomes necessary to form a small government-funded organization to both study the phenomenon and its effects on those displaced by it, as well as "rehabilitating" and integrating displaced people into our society.

The year is 2019. A critically acclaimed docu-drama series about the last of the American outlaws (feat van Der Lind gang) has just finished airing the year prior, and people are still raving. Fans love to speculate about the fate of Arthur Morgan, who, by all accounts, simply vanished in the fall of 1899, some few weeks before the Van Der Lind gang fell apart.

An unconsious, half-dead man and his horse are found in the middle of some Carolina mountains after a severe thunderstorm. Due to the man's condition (advanced TB,) the horse's tack, his clothes, and the contents of his bag (among which is a journal with entires dating to 1899) it is assumed they are yet another of the unfortunately temporally displaced (we rarely get to document animals coming through, how lucky!), so he and the horse are taken to a dedicated facility.

There he spends several weeks unconscious as he is treated, and speculation spreads like wildfire among the agency about the long lost Arthur Morgan. Unfortunately for everyone involved, they must keep quiet.

Since the government can't go executing someone who's already supposed to be long dead, it is decided that the man will be integrated into society like all the rest of the displaced.

Enter CHARACTER, who is like the only person on the planet who hasn't watched the stupid cowboy show. Since CHARACTER is the only one in the agency who is "unbiased" in regards to this man, they are assigned to his case. Their job is first, to break the news to this guy that he has found himself 120 years in the future, and the world and everyone he knew as he knew them is gone. (At least his horse came with him!) Obviously, the man is aggrieved and angry and confused, ESPECIALLY once he discovers that his life story is the subject of a famous piece of media that he barely understands (moving pictures? In color??) so they gotta work thru that too.

CHARACTER'S second job is to acclimate the man to his new environment. Catch him up on what he missed, help him learn his way around the new technology, teach him how to drive a car (lol can you IMAGINE,) get him a job, ect, with the end goal of him becoming an independent and functional member of society.

And somewhere along the way, these two come to care about each other as more than just case worker/casee, and that comes with its own set of problems.

Idk I guess I'm just writing this all down as a future reference to myself, and to see if anyone else finds this interesting/exciting. If I make an OC it'd probably be a dude, but if I tried the reader route it'd have to be a fem!reader.

Thoughts?

Edit oh shit I forgot for a second that COVID was a thing that happened in 2019... yikes.

[reegis]

Yo! Do you have any notes/tips for your coloring process? I've always had trouble with that part of drawings looking good lmao and I really like yours! If not for your specific style, do you have any tips with that in general?

Iv gotten a few asks about how I color but iv always avoided answering because

A) I am absolutely awful at explaining things, and

B) I am a very Very lazy artist you should probably Not do the things that I do

BUT i feel bad gatekeeping(?) my horrible technique if it helps anybody ig ill try and explain so

✨✨✨Welcome to Reegis’ Probably Not Reputable (But Very Long Winded) Art Advice✨✨✨✨

line art of a random character for the example, just pic whatever colors you have in mind for your base colors, you can try using palette generators or basing it off of existing palettes/characters/whatever I have absolutely no idea how color theory works (& this is why you shouldnt listen to me) so im solely going off of vibes. but it is Rough so onto step 2 & 3

(edit to add i usually start off with the skin hair & clothes on separate clipping layers and merge them together towards the end.. i think i forgot to say that at all here oops)

I abuse the hellll out of layer blending modes. overlay, saturation & multiply mainly, but also difference, brightness & screen. (just doodle something & try all of em out to get a feel for them honestly ik theres a Lot and they can be intimidating) for this i just wanted a more cohesive warmer tone to start with so i added a peachy overlay & a slight ombré to the hair to add a bit more interest to the character.

then just the most basic of rendering, some blush & highlights just wherever i think theyd go.

Another thing they tell you Not to do, my next step is to block out all my shading in a vaguely purpleish multiply layer!!! i cant be assed to do it any other way im sorry…. once i have the basic shading down, i lock the layer & go in with air brush eraser & also airbrush in other colors wherever I think the purple is maybe too harsh/clashing

still wasnt 100% happy with the colors so messed around with some more layer filter/modes/whatever you call them then colored in my line art! i think this is honestly the saving grace for all of my art shshsdhhf color your lines people. doesnt have to be all (i dont, i like the contrast) but it usually helps to make some at least a little less harsh

then with a little more color tweaking im done! one random sleepy dude, fully colored (by my standards)

and then if a piece needs more dramatic lighting you justttt

im so serious play around with layer settings! these are just basic multiply & add(glow), there as so many others you can abuse the shit out of & nobody will know or care in your finished piece.

was this?? in any way helpful???? I hope so.

[shinakazami1]

TFTBL GAMEPLAY NOTES: EP 1 (Zer0 Sum)

my good pal @astralflumph let me watch them play my fav game and since I was curious on which side Rhys smiled more, I decided to take notes in general. Hope someone will enjoy this!

RHYS:

Side smiles: right-tilted 21 ; left 13

General - Drolls when he sleeps - He gets sad when Sasha says she doesn't trust his face :( - He can be the one trying to warm Sasha up to him - pinky promise and "we're best friends" after lending her your stun baton. - In his imagination with August, he tears the guy's heart with his normal hand. The same happens earlier when he punches a bandit with his normal hand before using the stun baton. Either his arm is expensive he never thought of using it for harder tasks, or it might be a fresh thing. - Jack comments on Rhys being a code monkey the moment he is plugged in. He might have gotten already merged with Rhys a bit.

Vaughn: - He seems open to Vaughn's therapy idea if only they have the money. Hope CEO Rhys has it,, - Rhys' first instinct while talking to Vasquez is to protect his friends. It's the second dialogue option that lets you consider betraying Vaughn. Rhys also gets the promotion to make THEIR life better. Friendship is essential to him, though the player can choose how important it is. - Vaughn is good with motorbikes. Prob drove a bit before going to Helios.

Work on Hyperion: - Hyperion is the only job he has. As he is prob 27 like Vaughn - and we know he went to college, he might have also been in university. - He got a new haircut to fit in. Wish we had some art to compare,, - Rhys worked for Henderson for 3 years. Seems not to like him, as his only comment about the guy is losing the nice suit - Rhys got to meet Nakayama - thinks of him as an asshole - The last log in this episode from Handsome Jack is about the Atlas Logo: edited by HJ69 342 days ago. Jack died less than a year ago. - Besides stealing the money, Rhys also broke the user agreement while modifying the Loader Bot. Ugh Oh! - He and Vaughn had some project related to an eridian mine. - When Vaughn suggests getting wine for their celebratory lunch, Rhys seems confused. Man of some taste for sure. This made me realise we see Felix and August and some NPCs drink beer, but no one else throughout the games. Tho tell me if I'm wrong. - "I'll name my firstborn loader bot. Prob not" Sure, robot dad.

Planets: - Rhys has some property on one of Eden's (tried to give the offer to the stranger). In this episode, Eden 6 ( August: Marcus said it's nice) and 7 (Vaughn says it's a nice vacation spot) are mentioned. - In the Van, there is a Dionysus poster that Fiona and the gang want to go to. It's Lilith's home planet. Dionysus is also God of Tragedy. Ouch.

==

FIONA

General: - The con is their biggest yet. - Only Fiona has the posters. Either she keeps on covering for Sasha, or she is the one who keeps doing the harder work and being exposed. However, the Echo Eye scan suggests she still is packing a lot of crime stories. - Maliwan might be their fav company: Sasha uses 2 of their guns, and 22% of Fiona's jacket are of Maliwan material. - Sasha has a bandaid on her splashscreen. Seeing the different layers of clothing, she might have some wounds hidden behind them. - Sasha recognises immediately Rhys' Echo Eye. Either there are more people with them, and she saw them on Pandora, or her being a gun freak means she read about them. Either is interesting. - Sasha is said to be a horrid shot. And based on the amount of shots it took her to finally hit all the skags (at least 20 shots), I would say y e a h. Same with the alpha skag.

August: - He met with Vasquez a few times. - He has a good memory and knows his way around the business (pretending to be stupid), gets rapid in romance (doesn't listen to Sasha at first, only later considering something is wrong; when it turns out to be a con, he mostly screams words, saying her name). Lack of emotional intelligence ig - Has some connections with Marcus (talk about Eden-6) - WHY DID HE BRUSH BLOOD OFF FIONA'S CHEEK THO EWWWW

Felix: - Immediately, as he hears gunshots, he runs to the Purple Skag bar to check if Fiona is okay. He cares, in his weird ways - He might be pushing even more responsibility on Fiona, as she's the older sister. Maybe that's why she's the one who got the poster.

Bossanova uses voice modulator.

[puuta-heinaa]

Joker Out, Paris (Café de la danse) 22.3.2024

I arrived at the venue around 14ish, and was third to last in the EE queue. However queueing is part of the party! I exchanged sooo many bracelets and met amazing people, some of which I just met that day, some I knew from Discord or tumblr or earlier gigs, couldn't have been happier. Got selfies with Bojan and Jan?? Hug from Bojan??? HELLO. That would never happen in Finland. I described his hug as jämäkkä and turvallinen, which roughly translates to sturdy and safe.

Some of the bracelets I made for the concert!

Met someone in the queue who had hawk's eyes and who encouraged me to go and ask for a selfie with Jan, and later on she spotted Bojan on the street 100 m before everyone else did. I had a chance to give Bojan 3 2 ananaslonkero -bracelet that I'd made, with a tiny drink charm. If the main joke in fandoms is that a hug from your blorbo would cure you? well it's true. Getting a hug from Bojan removed some stiffness between my shoulder blades that I didn't even know was there. It was literally easier to breathe after the encounter. I also kept vigorously shaking for 3-5 minutes afterwards, so much that some people asked if I'm ok. Just released years worth of trauma ig. Also LOTS of happy hand stims throughout the day, my autism was showing lol.

Jan was outdoors SMOKING!!! And Bojan had charmingly dirty hair! He was taller than I had thought.

ANYways the gig !! I ended up on Jance side, which was nice as I was on Kris' side in Helsinki. Whole stage was about as wide as K-18 section at Kultsa, and I think they suit better on smaller stages.

We got Vem da Gres and Gola in soundcheck! I was wearing Vem da gres -bracelet that I got in Helsinki a few weeks ago and thought about that person for a few seconds!

Gola was ok. Bojan got disney mickey ears, and he was wearing my 3 2 ananaslonkero bracelet. Bojan also got a maca plushie that he was NOT scared of, he even made it fly.

Kris left the stage as soon as the last notes of Gola were over, other boys stayed jamming in accelerating speed for couple of more minutes. I showed them my UM sign that only read "I want to sing UMAZAN" at that point. :')

20h02 was ok, didn't connect with their music at all though. JC Stewart seemed a bit sick, but sounded good nevertheless. Finished my sign.

They started with Katrina and Bele Sanje, and people were singing even guitar riffs along. Dopamin hit like dopamine followed by Ne bi smel, Nace was staring at me several times during those songs.

Liinu's superb edit of staring sc Nace and struggling Kris and Arcti's edit about Jan's forgotten library books made my day

People were already singing along to Sta bih ja, and Bojan was sooo happy (and sweaty. We were all very sweaty, the concert hall was ridiculously warm.). Kris disappeared for a moment in the beginning of Sta bih ja, and Bojan looked like a lost puppy (wait, where is kris?? about 5-10 seconds into sta bih ja). Bojan said Kris didn't like how Jan played the riff and that's why he left the stage :P. Jan flipped a bird to him.

Decibels raised by about 20 when they played Ona and Demoni. Turns out they might be the easiest to sing along for absolutely everyone, not just for people who speak Finnish. Bojan looked me directly into eyes during second verse of Demoni for several seconds, and I felt so seen (in a good way). EE was definitely worth its price.

In Helsinki I felt like the setlist was over before it even started, but in Paris it felt more like we were really dancing and playing until the stars fade. I think it had something to do with how much they interacted with each other and with the public during each song. In Helsinki they seemed like they had forgotten how to be on stage, and there was just TOO MUCH SPACE, whereas Paris had Nordic Tour energy.

They all moved a LOT on stage!! Kris was on jance side several times! Nace had a mating dance thingy going on with Kris at least twice, Jan once. Jan interacted with the public on Kris's side a few times. Bojan almost run into Kris at one point - no wonder he caressed Kris's arm to let him know he's there before grapping his hips?? and dancing behind him??? during Behind those eyes. It's cafe de la danse after all.

Def thinking "THIS is how we'll trend on tumblr tonight" right after the famous dance

Everybody's waiting and soooooo many people raised hands when Bojan asked in his spiel before the song if anyone here suffers from panic or anxiety attacks, and I think it made everyone feel less alone. He sang I'm the problem it's me -line to make things a bit lighter before proceeding to the song.

We got Omamljeno Telo and I felt SOOOO HAPPY (but also sad for Moonu) but also SOOOO HAPPY it was on the setlist, I think I screamed VITTU JES on top of my lungs (manifesting it for Ruisrock huh). Famous water spray on Jan during OT, and it shows I've grown old, because instead of "yeeeess I want Bojan's spit on me" I went "rat disease, why am I not wearing a mask".

Everyone sang along during CD, not in French though even if there was a fanproject French translation published a whole 28 hours before(....). Plastika hit like a hammer once again, but I think I was already waiting and stressing for UM, so I didn't mosh for example. Which, good idea, because my neck was soooo sore after Helsinki.

Bojan announced the karaoke song, and asked which versions we have today. He saw my sign, asked "Slovenian version?", to which I "said" (from 4th row on Jan+Nace side) Finnish version, and he heard it and corrected himself and said perfect. I was not afraid at all even if I knew I'm probs going to sing in front of about 500 people in 5ish minutes???? How??? I'm usually a ball of anxiety but here I was just proud and excited to sing my version of it.

I loved the Bretogne/French version (I've still no idea what were the words, but it rhymed super well and she sang well, but that was def NOT paris region French), cringed at some of the "translations" because they did not fit the lines and did not rhyme, sang along to Slovenian versions in Finnish, felt bad for one of them as the karaoke singer started at the wrong moment and Bojan spent most of their special moment trying to orchestrate the band.

When Bojan approached with "I think we still have a Slovenian version, OH NO, A FINNISH VERSION" I chortled, and felt the last bits of nervousness disappear. (Cue "some boat, titanic, oh no".) I had my ACTUALLY finger pointing moment, which, on point with my personality, telling him it's a hybrid version. I don't know what he meant with SUOMI SAA, but it was NOT full-on Suomi SAATANA, that much is certain. I quite like the idea/interpretation he was making a pun with SAA(tan)Are you ready? But who knows. Sad about missed chance to answer "ArE YoU???" now that I think about it, but at least I wasn't the only one who failed the moment :') . Speaking of cursewords though, a histronic youngster next to me did shout vittu though! I loved my spot but she was super annoying throughout the evening.

The Finnish version is in the beginning of this one, and the Arabic version right after Finnish version is AMAZING. The French version is on the first part, as well as Bojan going "uuu Finnish version? perfect".

Started in Slovene, which made him have a Ok?? face, but when I switched to my own Finnish version that rhymes with the Slovene version, he raised his brows and seemed so impressed that I just nodded to him, sending telepath(et)ic messages that yes, our languages match and rhyme, about time you collaborate with Jere. I think he remembered I asked for a hug in the afternoon, because he did not hug everyone during karaoke. Afternoon hug was better btw.

I love his little surprised smile right when I finish the first Finnish line on this one

I usually think quite a lot about how other people perceive me, but now I didn't give a single fuck, just enjoyed being the main character for 20 seconds, having this interaction with my blorbo. Forever grateful for the 4 different angles I received from friends I made in the queue, and 1 from a random guy who asked me after the concert if I'd like to receive a video he took of me singing. Even Vita was filming the whole thing with her big light + camera + phone ensemble. I often sing in my car, and even IMAGINING i'm singing karaoke makes my voice suddenly tiny and weak and compressed, so I'm overflowingly glad it went this well, you have no idea even if I've just bragged about it for 4 paragraphs.

I later realised I was the only one who didn't hold the mic themself, this is a clear example how I objectify the boys, seeing Bojan just as a mic stand.🫣😵‍💫

I got fluent Kiitos from Bojan, that guy needs to move to Finland he speaks Finnish so well. Also LMAO I forgot to sniff him in the afternoon, now I'm praying the snifff I took after karaoke wasn't too evident and doesn't show on Vita's video……….. Jere is wrong, Bojan does not smell like shit, but there were no parfume smell either? He just smells like nothing in a pleasant, pheromone rich way lol.

my translation: Sanje so tvojega okusa Aamuihin taas tuoksusi Neula ei haarukassa Sieluni on hukassa Etsimässä tietään luoksesi

I haven't figured how to translate the first line. I've been playing with "Makus' on tarrannut uniini", but it does not rhyme with the og well enough. Otherwise super proud of my version. Neula and haarukka are parts of compass, basically saying the compass is layed on the map the wrong way. 🧭

This is how small the place was??? I was in 3/4th row, and the hat guy in the right corner was right behind me during the concert so the club truly was tiny.

Apparently bubbles were not allowed on stage in Cafe de la danse? But some people had brought their own so we had bubbles anyway.

Jure exchanged his drumstick to a breadstick. I laughed because a) it was a clever pun and b) such a stereotypically French thing to bring a BAGUETTE wrapped in a napkin to a concert. Also no wonder boys are always sick, I don't even want to know how many people touched that bread before it was on stage.

Life is pain (in mouths)

We waited for the boys after the concert outside the venue in the rain, and they walked past quite quickly. Bojan stayed for 30 seconds to take a group selfie. <3

Honestly so happy I traveled there and met amazing people and surpassed myself on so many levels.

I feel like 2004 again, because that's when I last made a post this long on livejournal and also when I last was this hyped about a group.

I loved band's AMAZING OUTFITS in Café de la danse, everyone had some idrija lace on them, and I'm afraid my next special interest will be bobbin lace.

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okay I got back from the UD movie like half an hour ago, I promised a post with my thoughts so here it is, warning here that this will have spoilers for anyone that does still wanna see it spoiler-free, I have tagged it as such

let's get into it ig - apologies if this is Long lmao

TL;DR - passable horror movie, Bad until dawn movie

so I'm gonna start with the positives, because I don't think it was entirely Awful, even if my overall opinion isn't great

the best things were absolutely the cinematography and the practical effects, which I've seen many people praising too even in more negative reviews. there were some really great original shots that really built some tension, and some really well integrated recreations of shots from Until Dawn - the best was definitely when the character of Megan (Ji-young Yoo) uses the radio, and when she gets stuck on a glass ceiling which is cracking under her, which evokes Emily in the fire tower. the gore was really well done and believable, it wasn't overly edited with CGI like some other films have done in the past, and that really does help with the mood of the film. sets were also well done, lots of details. the recreation of Hill's office was Perfectly done and even things that weren't one to one were very closely recreated and very clearly evoking what they were trying to, like the mines and the sanatorium

another thing was there were a few jokes and lines of dialogue that did land well that weren't ripped from the game, though the most entertainment I found was Definitely in something that I really don't know if it was meant to be comedic or not (though judging by how the marketing has referred to it, I'm assuming not). there were more references to the game than I was personally expecting, and a few moments that are basically film versions of the Don't Move mechanic, which was fun.

that is, however, where most of my enjoyment stops

I'll start with the main gang of characters. I did not connect with them, at all. yes, that's common in horror, but that's because most of horror casts will end up permanently dead. the final character or smaller group of them within the overall group is usually more developed, and there's usually at least Someone to root for. the entire cast of characters all survive, bar the missing sister who is confirmed turned and then killed. most of the cast I felt nothing towards, and the only one that really got any kind of interest was Belmont Cameli as Abel (I'll be calling him Abe since most of the characters did if I refer to him again). he's the asshole of the group - he's willing to leave others behind and sacrifice them to save himself, and though I wasn't in any way rooting for him to live, at least I got some entertainment out of him and a few of his lines. This is highly unlike Emily and Mike, the most comparative game characters, who both are at least kinda assholes depending on your playthrough, but you still end up rooting for them because of how they fight to survive, through their chases and their relationships with the other characters. I didn't get anything like that for the movie group. I didn't care about them finding the missing sister, because there is no lead up event that gives me any kind of sympathy for her or anything like Hannah and Beth got through the prank and falling off the cliff. we're just told that she's missing, though we do see her die once as the opening kill.

the general setting also doesn't lend the same mood that the game has. there's an inexplicable storm that surrounds but doesn't cover the building and woods area that the film largely takes place in, but it's a far cry from the snowy, isolated mountain. even if the sets are well done, the general setting isn't right. until dawn is very large, with the lodge, the basement, the hotel, the sanatorium, the mines, the cabin, and the cable car stations. the film largely sticks to one building, the welcome center, until the ending. i suppose it's an attempt to get the same isolated feeling, but a mountaintop and a few small buildings are very different.

the story i was Hopeful for when i heard the premise, because I did believe that a time loop could lend itself very well to the story of until dawn (before hearing it wasn't going to be said story). however, the loop really isn't utilised to its fullest potential. the set-up was that every night would be a new threat, and it also ends up being that the threats sometimes carry over. there's simultaneously a witch who possesses characters, and the Psycho knock-off, for example. however, the film then completely drops the ball on this. many people said that it wouldn't be possible to do the story of the game because of the large amount of content, and I'm glad they didn't try to, because they couldn't even do the majority of their own content. Most of the thirteen nights that they can survive but don't are shown through brief video footage, skipping over what could have had character development or something more directly, from a few nights in to the final night. this footage is purposefully glitchy, masking anything interesting happening for the little time we see it. it feels rushed, and like a cop-out way to show Some stuff but not commit to it. it's played off with the characters not being able to fully remember each night, with the only way to reliably track how long it has been being the guestbook that is signed at the start of each loop, but it's just not well done in my opinion.

my Biggest issue is with the threats and villains/antagonists of the nights themselves. the majority are only briefly shown, but a few do get more screentime. this is the Psycho knock-off, a witch, water that makes you explode (yes, the 'bad water' leaks from ages ago Were in fact real.), the film version of game's creatures, and Dr Hill. the witch is the least important here, and the Psycho I'm only mentioning as I need him for a comparison.

I'll start with Hill, because he is the main antagonist of the film. He's supposedly the same character as from the game, and he is the main mastermind behind the events of the film. The area that the game takes place, there was an immense disaster that caused an entire town to be wiped out, and he was sent in to help any survivors deal with their trauma. he is (somehow, this is never explained) controlling the time loop, using it to study fear and the effects it has on people. Clover (Ella Rubin) is the one influencing this current loop, her fears manifesting as the threats within each night. yes, this also ripped off Silent Hill. the Psycho is apparently a 'common' occurrence, and the bad water is 'quite rare', and due to her 'self-destructive tendencies'. he is also defeated by said water; he sets his coffee mug onto his desk Directly Next To a leak of the water and monologues to Clover, who has seen this water Explode Most Of Her Friends and knows that there is No Other Normal Water within the area, and he Turns His Back On Her, during which she pushes his cup under the leak and then back from it. he drinks the coffee and explodes, and since the gang then lives to dawn, they're free to leave - the storm surrounding them stops. despite this, the ending of the film is the monitors from his office changing to show recreations of the game lodge, with a car pulling up, and him whistling over said scene (which is something he just. does in the movie, for some reason.)

this is. an interpretation of Hill that feels a Lot like someone watched an out of context clip of him in Josh's final hallucination or the one where he yells at the Psycho showing up in his office. game Hill is a hallucination, plain and simple. he was created from Josh's mind, which was going through withdrawals and severe trauma as well as just a general history of mental illness. the real Hill was concerned about Josh and directly tells him not to go through with the prank, not to stop taking his meds. he had even actually Helped Josh for a period, as the report clue that can be found mentions Josh Improving after Hill treats him. there's a great Reddit post from the UD subreddit that talks all of this through very well:

put simply, this Hill does not line up with the game Hill in a satisfactory way, and if a sequel with the remake Sam teaser Does go ahead and turns him more into the film version, I think it's an immense disservice to Josh's character. his motivations are his own, he chose to go through with the prank because of how he was suffering, Hill is him, his mind, and not someone with ulterior motives. retconning it into something that was done for Hill's personal gain takes away from that. the film showing him having a report on Josh as well as on Clover, and the way he whistles over the monitors of the lodge setting, seems to imply that Josh is just another in his time loop experiments. if this is the direction taken by a film or game sequel, I'm sceptical of how it would work.

the next thing is I feel something that the fandom and people following the game and movie in any way Need to talk about more, but I've only seen mentioned by a couple of people so far, and that is how the creatures work within the film. they are clearly intended to be the same beings from the game, using the same name. they are this only in their name, and in the fact that they eat flesh. they are more like general zombies than what they are supposed to be.

the Biggest problem, however, is how they are created. while the game has rightfully received criticism for its use of Native mythology, particularly for having a white actor playing the character that is named after a real person and is supposed to be Native, what I have also seen is that its portrayal of the creature is far more accurate than most media. compared to the deer skull and antlers portrayal, the game version (the stretched, bone thin, starving, cold person) is incredibly faithful.

the film version shares traits within the physical transformation: losing hair, growing teeth, nails sharpening, and focus is drawn to the spine coming out of the skin. the transformed characters do not move in the spidery way from the game, and do not seem particularly stretched in the same way as the large game versions, but they do seem to see based on movement, and the faces do resemble the ones in the game. however, the most important part is what Triggers the transformation. it isn't succumbing to cannibalism and being possessed by the Native creature's spirit. while immense hunger is Mentioned as happening within the loops in a video within the film somewhat akin to the Events of the Past, it is the loop itself and being trapped within it, constantly dying, that is what transforms you. the characters do not ever mention experiencing any kind of hunger as they transform (thirst is shown within the bad water loop so it Could be read that they're also hungry, but it isn't confirmed outright), despite this being key to the lore of the creature in both reality and the game version of events. though i'm not Native myself, so I cannot speak on a personal interpretation there, this seems Immensely disrespectful, taking something that is a part of Native mythology, and turning it into something that happens to you because of something that a white man has done (Hill with the time loops that he has purposefully trapped people in).

the film version of them also just. kinda suck? which is far less important, but is very much worth bringing up. we see throughout the game the immense presence and strength and power of the creatures. they're (most of them at least) decades old and still incredibly powerful. only fire can kill them, and hand-to-hand combat with them is Not something that ends well. the film version? one is defeated by being repeatedly stabbed in the head, even if it is still moving throughout this, and another from being impaled through the stomach on a stone spike. both times, overpowered by the teenage characters that are barely shorter than them. the Psycho, by comparison, seems invincible. and he almost is! he is only killed within the final loop, and this takes three of the gang working together and using an Enormous pickaxe to smash his head in. every other attack (throwing things, stabbing him) does nothing to him. he's akin to Michael Myers, with his ability to just have attacks bounce off without damage.

another thing I want to bring up but wasn't entirely sure where to put it is the character of Megan, who I mentioned before. she's given some form of psychic abilities, able to sense how the nights are getting worse, being possessed by the witch without being near her (unlike Clover, who has to be gassed by her), and generally more impacted by the situation compared to the others (she gets sick when they first arrive, for example). i saw it suggested that this somewhat stands in for the player and the premonitions we can get from the totems in the game, and I suppose this could be true? but her treatment within the film is just. it stood out as oddly. i guess vicious? to me. one point is that her deaths seemed far more exaggerated than the others. with the bad water, everyone else that drinks it simply explodes, kinda like Ready or Not. Megan? first one of her legs explodes at the knee. the her stomach inflates and explodes as she's crawling on the floor. then her head explodes after that. with the witch possession, she's shown as being in immense pain, eyes rolling back in her head, screaming very shrilly, and then she floats. she's seemingly briefly possessed by others that have gone missing, stating lines that they would have said in their own loops, and then her neck promptly snaps itself after she warns the others that things are going to get worse with each night. she also wears a butterfly necklace, which feels important to point out. I don't know, it's just. something.

basically, the film's a little slow to start up, the middle was probably the best part, the ending peters a little and the survival of the entire cast, even after they all experience several deaths, just doesn't feel earned or like something i really wanted. i won't say that i had an outright Bad time, but that was because I knew going in that it wasn't going to be an until dawn movie, not really. and i feel like it's. y'know. a Bad thing when someone has to actively pretend your adaptation has nothing to do with its source material to even remotely enjoy it.

I want to say that I have absolutely no ill-will or hate towards anyone that did enjoy the movie, fans of the game or not, these are my own personal thoughts and opinions as someone very autistic about until dawn that dislikes change and would have straight up been happy with a ten hour shot by shot recreation of a path of the game.

hope y'all that read this far enjoyed my rambles lmao