#get that screen time!!! so much center time for him omg

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part four)

tutor!jayce talis x reader, ekko x reader college au

content: jayce ghosts you when you need him most...so you have no choice but to lean on your best friend, ekko

pining, mental health mentions, neurodivergence, lmk if i missed any!

notes: ekko pic...omg... (you may think this series is going slow but i hate a slow burn ass fic that has them fucking chapter three don't pmo...also this evolved way past just jayce and i need to do ekko justice...bc some of yall don't, clocked it)

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“Do you know that girl Jayce is always with?” 

You arrived to class, ready to learn—but not about physics truthfully. You expected to cut corners, create friendly conversation about nothing, humor Viktor. When you got there, though, you had to ask him immediately. 

“Mel Medara?” Viktor looked to you with intrigue. “I know of her…but not much about her.” He leaned to his left, toward you, “Why?” 

“She’s just always…around? And we spoke to each other once but I was in a hurry…didn’t get much chance for a formal introduction.” 

“Are you certain that your intrigue is rooted purely in your inquisitive nature…or is there another reason you want to share?” 

“No-“ 

The sound of the door towards the front of the class opening interrupted you—it was perfect timing, actually. You would rather not have to unpack why Mel’s presence bothered you so much; truthfully it was an inexplicable feeling. Someone walked in, and you sat up straighter. 

“Hi, everyone! My name is Caitlyn, some of you may know me if you’ve ever been to the student resource center.” She smiled at you, exchanging a look of recognition. “I wanted to formally introduce myself… I will be joining as a TA. If you need anything and can’t get ahold of the professor, you can ask me your course related questions.” She moved to plug a laptop into the projector, “Here is my email for future reference.” She allowed some time for people to copy and take photos of her email down. “Unfortunately, today’s class will be canceled for an emergency…but I was instructed to relay to you that the quiz will still be held next week. It’ll be on vectors and calculating their angles. Be sure to refresh yourselves over the weekend and reach out to me should you have any questions.” People started to shuffle around her, getting up to leave class. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, guys. Feel free to use the space to get some other work done, or leave early.” 

“What the fuck, this was such a waste of my time.” You glanced back towards the board, making sure you got the email address right. “I have been so tired I could be sleeping right now.” 

“I’m sorry, I know you have a lot to deal with right now.” Viktor moved to the end of the aisle, grabbing his cane while slinging his bag over one shoulder. “At least you’ve been in tutoring. The quiz this week should be easier, right?” 

“That’s the thing,” you reached for your phone, “We’ve only just got to vectors so far. That was hard enough.” You hovered your finger over Jayce’s contact, never actually having messaged him. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you started texting him. 

hi jayce 

im sorry to bother you but i have my quiz next week and its gonna be on more stuff than we got to in our sessions

do you have any time to meet with me this weekend? if not thats ok, i can ask my friend

You paused, walking behind Viktor without looking up from the phone screen. 

i just need you

No, you shook your head, continuing the text. 

i just need your help

lmk

ty 

You grimaced at the text bubbles, hating how you split all of that up. You imagined his annoyed face, seeing all of these desperate messages. You wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t answer. You wouldn’t answer you. 

Viktor turned to you, “Are you alright?” 

“Yes, just frustrated and irritated and angry…thats all.” 

“That’s not a great combination.” 

You shook your head. Without trying, Viktor could always cheer you up. “Unrelated, but did Jayce ask you about what snacks I eat?” 

“He did,” he looked over at you, “It was odd. He said something about ‘reinforcements’ for your guys’ tutoring session.” 

“Oh...okay.” 

Viktor would call himself a lot of things, including perceptive. He didn’t say much, but he noticed the way your eyes lingered on one another when you first met. He was aware of the way you spoke about each other, especially when it was just Viktor around. He simply arched a brow at you, observing your concerned look at the phone screen. 

“Maybe you should take the weekend to rest and recuperate.” 

“I would…but the quiz-“ 

“Just for today. Wait for Jayce to get back to you. Then you can focus solely on next week.” He nodded reassuringly. 

He returned the nod, liking the sound of the plan. 

If only Jayce had bothered to answer. 

——————

“Hi.” 

“Come on in.” Ekko stepped back, letting you into his dorm. 

“I know it’s so last minute, but I know nothing about angles …figured you could help.” 

“I absolutely can help and would love to.” 

You sat your stuff down, getting comfortable as you’d done dozens of times before. You turned a corner, washing your hands at the sink before heading to grab a throw blanket from Ekko's bed. 

He knew your habits, calling from the living room area. “I have the heated blanket out here, too, if you wanna use that one. Know you get cold.” 

You exited his room, wearing the slippers you left under his bed. “Once again, you are the best…because I am, in fact, freezing my ass off right now.” 

“Want something to drink?” 

“Always.” 

The two of you were so in sync—it had to be that way after Powder. It became worse when Vi blamed you, suspecting one of you said something to her to make her disappear. Even though you know you did nothing wrong, there was still a self-hate there. That you couldn’t be there for a friend who needed you—so much so that she left entirely. You couldn’t do that to Ekko, he felt the same. 

“So,” you pulled out the folder Jayce had given you, a slight frown on your face at the thought of him completely ignoring you. “I have this paper, its like a cheat sheet for vectors…but besides what Jayce told me I don’t know what to do. The TA said we also have to calculate the angles…that makes no sense.” 

Ekko grabbed his notebook, flipping to a blank sheet of paper. He sketched a makeshift drawing—surprisingly good for how quick he’d done it. You were always in awe of his artistic talent. 

“Okay, so here���is a light pole.” He moved his finger to the other side of the paper, motioning toward a little drawing of you, smiling on the sidewalk. “This is you.” 

“Wait I’m so adorable here!”

Ekko chuckled, side eyeing you a bit, “Yeah…” 

You snatched the pencil—quickly drawing in a stick figure of him. “This is you!” 

“Is it really? Couldn’t tell.” 

“Hey-“ You swatted his arm, “You’re identical in my opinion.” 

“If having lines for a body is identical…then sure. But anyways…not the point of my sketch.” He grabbed the pencil back, “Thank you very much.” He flipped the pencil, using the eraser side to show you the details. “Okay…light pole…you.” He smirked, knowing you wanted to interject. Ekko raised his hand before you could, “This is the distance between you and the pole.” He made up and wrote a random number in feet under the bottom, the same for the pole. “This is the height of the pole. This is all you need to find every angle and distance measurement.” 

The look on your face was one of pure confusion. “How does that make any sense whatsoever, Ekko?” You moved to close the book. “Actually, lets just watch a movie instead. I’m prepared to fail at this point.” 

Ekko grabbed the book from you, reopening it. “Well, I’m not, so let’s get to work.” 

He continued, explaining as best he could. It was no use, though, it just wasn’t making sense to you. You nodded, trying to get him to move on to something else. 

“Does that make sense?” 

“Yeah.” You reached to hug Ekko, “You’re the best.” Pulling back, you plastered on a smile, hiding the discomfort. You didn’t feel ready whatsoever. Suddenly, Ekko grabbed your hands, pulling your attention to him. 

“You’re gonna do great.” He lingered on you for a while, “Promise.” 

The doubt you felt made you want to hole up and skip class altogether. Eventually, it developed into a disdain for Jayce. When you thought about it, he was the reason you were going to fail…again. 

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You decided against skipping class on Monday, but you were definitely opting out of that damn tutoring session. If Jayce can’t answer a simple few texts, how were you to know you even had a standing appointment anymore. It made you feel less than worthy of a proper notice. Above all, it just felt plain unprofessional…he’s an employee after all. 

Walking into class and into this quiz felt like a walk to your execution. Midterms were quickly approaching, which meant you only had so many quizzes you could fail before the majority of your final grade was tainted by bad ones. 

Viktor greeted you as normal, moving over to give you a seat. “Are you prepared?”

“As best as I can be.” 

The beauty of college was that you did assessments in class and got the results as soon as you submitted. Knowing you would get your score back in the next few minutes had your stomach churning. An image of Jayce, carefree and nonchalant, popped into your head. Nothing was making sense. Reluctantly, you started choosing random answers—disregarding the calculator altogether. Before you knew it, your grade, a 56%, reflected back to you. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. You closed your laptop, getting up to leave class early. “I’ll see you later, Viktor.” 

Before he could reply, you were gone. Pushing through the door. You grabbed your phone from your pocket, texting Ekko. 

im done early, wanna meet rn?

He replied a few seconds later.

omw 

You picked up the pace, not out of urgency, but in pure frustration. Everything you’d been working towards wasn’t paying off. The time you spent not being with Ekko—with Jayce—was a waste. 

When you arrived to the dining hall, Ekko wasn’t there yet. You took the time to grab both you and him something to eat for lunch. Within minutes, Ekko showed up, that warm smile on his face as usual. He leaned into you, giving you a side hug while simultaneously grabbing the food from you. 

“How was the quiz?” You didnt reply, simply giving him a side eye. “Damn…I’m sorry.” 

“Not your fault…but thanks for helping.” 

He’d seamlessly changed the subject—allowing the two of you to talk without the reminder of your failure that day. You didn’t acknowledge how fast the time had passed and truthfully, didn’t care. You hadn’t planned to show up to tutoring…much less give Jayce any notice. 

To your right, you suddenly heard a voice, interrupting you and Ekko. 

“Hey.” You looked over, seeing Jayce standing there. “I figured you’d be here.” He looks between you and Ekko, hands now on his hips. “You missed our session.” 

You raised a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. “Wow, really? Didn’t know we were still having those.” 

“Of course we are, you have those quizzes-“ 

“Had.” You interrupted, “There was one today. You’d know if you checked your phone.” 

He looked down, embarrassed at his phone sitting in his front pant pocket. 

“I’m sorry- I know this is important for you but something came up.” 

“What? What came up?” Ekko spoke up. 

Jayce turned to look at him, finally acknowledging his presence again. “Something personal,” he looked away, focusing back on you. “Can we talk alone?” 

Ekko spoke again, “Say what you need to say.” 

“I would, but I’m not talking to you.” 

A screech of Ekko’s chair resounded in the dining hall. You reached a hand out, gesturing toward them. “Ekko, please.” 

Ekko looked over to you and inhaled a deep breath. He was looking at Jayce again, but kept talking to you. “I’ll see you later, okay? Call if you need anything.” 

“Wait- Ekko-” 

Jayce gulped, sitting down across from you. You watched Ekko leave as Jayce took his seat, hands resting on the table. 

“What the hell is your problem? You ghost me then show up here with an attitude? I should be pissed…I am pissed! I failed because of you!” 

He nodded, knowing the weight of his being inaccessible. “I’m sorry.” 

“You said that.” 

“There was a personal thing, a family emergency-“

“And yet, your phone is still in working condition.”

You didn’t want to be insensitive, but it takes seconds to reply. A simple message would’ve sufficed. 

“My mom’s sick.” You froze—remembering that it’s just him and his mom. “She was in the hospital all weekend…it still hasn’t gotten better.” He paused, looking at you now, “I thought I owed you to at least show up today.” 

“Well…now I feel like shit.” 

“Don’t. Not your fault I didn’t tell you what was happening.” 

“Is there anything I can do?” 

“Hope she gets better?” 

You reached over, placing a comforting hand on his, “I can do that.” 

He let you linger there, before pulling back. “How about this week, since I messed up so bad with scheduling…we meet as much as you’d like just so you can be ready. Shit, it can be every day if you want.” He nodded, “We’re gonna make sure you pass this class if it’s the last thing I do.” 

“Are you sure? I can be pretty high maintenance…” 

He leaned back in his chair, a nonchalant yet playful look on his face, “Not worried about it.” 

“Okay.” You shrugged, “If you say so.” 

The pair of you exchanged smiles, not at all prepared for how tumultuous this week would be. 

part five

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[mononijikayu]

chapter (4) — we go.

GENRE: alternate universe - actors/celeb au!

WARNING/S: not safe for work (nsfw), r-18 and above, actors/singers au!, romance, fluff, minor angst, slow burn, humour, slice of life, will they won't they, light-hearted, flirting, playful, possessiveness, teasing, explicit content, possible, kissing, sexual content, innuendos, drama, feels, hurt/comfort, falling in love, love, happy ending, actor/singer! sukuna, actress/celeb! reader;

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NOTE: i know i have a rule about not posting too much now since i just posted loml. but i really need to have more self—control you guys!!! i gotta work on this~ i think if you guys like it, it makes up for my constant constant posting. in any case, this was from the vault, pre-written a while back. so you know.....its stale!!! but still i hope you guys like it. much love everyone 🫶

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YOU MOVED A LOT OF THINGS AROUND TO BE HERE. But you would rather be here than in a stuffy plane for the next day anyway. You sipped your beer, satisfied as your Sukuna shirt merch moved along with your little groove. The night of Sukuna’s concert finally arrived, and the atmosphere was electric.

The venue was packed with fans buzzing with excitement, each one eager to see him perform live. You had managed to snag a private box for the event, a little piece of luxury where you could enjoy the show away from the crowd while still being close enough to feel the energy radiating from the stage.

As the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into cheers, and you couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The sound of the guitar riff echoed through the arena, and Sukuna made his grand entrance, the spotlight illuminating him as he stood at the center of the stage, confidently gripping the mic. He looked every bit the rock star in his stylish outfit, and your heart raced at the sight of him.

From your box, you watched in awe as he effortlessly commanded the stage, his charisma pulling everyone in. As the music flowed, Sukuna began to scan the audience, and to your surprise, his gaze landed on your private box. His eyes lit up with recognition, and a huge grin spread across his face.

You couldn’t help but smile back, your cheeks flushing slightly as you waved. The moment felt electric, and as if the entire venue held its breath, fans below began to notice the interaction. Whispers spread like wildfire, followed by excited shouts and gasps.

“Did he just smile at someone in the box?!”

“OMG, it’s Y/N! He’s looking right at her!”

“ISN’T SHE SUPPOSED TO BE IN PARIS RIGHT NOW?!”  

“WHAT THE FUCK, SHE DELAYED HER FLIGHT???”

“GUYS HE’S MELTING HE’S BEING CHEESY OH MY GOD!”

The energy in the crowd shifted, amplifying as they realized what was happening. Screens around the venue captured the moment, broadcasting your shared smiles across the big screens, and fans lost it. The sound of excited screams filled the air, and it felt like the entire arena was reacting to the undeniable chemistry between you two.

“Look at that! They’re totally a thing!” one fan shouted, waving a sign that read “Y/N & Sukuna Forever!”

You laughed, slightly embarrassed but thrilled at the reception. Sukuna, clearly enjoying the moment, leaned into the performance, still occasionally glancing over at you, his smirk not wavering. It was like he was feeding off the crowd’s excitement as much as they were feeding off his energy.

“Can you believe this?” you said to your friend who joined you in the box. “They’re all going wild just because he’s looking this way!”

“I mean, can you blame them? It’s a whole rom–com moment happening live!” your friend teased, nudging you playfully.

You roll your eyes, hiding how flustered you were. “Yeah, yeah, we get it.”

As the concert continued, Sukuna would steal glances your way, each time eliciting louder cheers from the audience. The more he performed, the more he incorporated little winks and smiles directed at your box, and you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in the world.

During a particularly upbeat song, Sukuna jumped down to the edge of the stage, getting even closer to the crowd. He pointed at you, and the fans erupted again, screaming as if he’d just proposed on stage.

“HE POINTED AT HER!” 

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD — HE’S DOWN BAD???”

“HE  SO LOVES HER, THIS IS NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOR!”

“WHAT IF THEY’RE GETTING MARRIED?!”

“FRIENDS MY ASS??? JUST KISS HER SUKUNA, DAMN!”

As the chorus hit, Sukuna broke out into a playful dance, bringing more attention to your box. You felt your face heat up as you waved again, this time with a mix of shyness and excitement. The audience was eating it up, chanting your name mixed with his, a rhythm that echoed throughout the venue.

By the end of the concert, the energy was still palpable, and the crowd was buzzing with excitement. As Sukuna finished his final song, he took a moment to look around, soaking in the atmosphere. His gaze found yours one last time, and he blew you a kiss before bowing dramatically to the roaring crowd.

The fans around you lost it, squealing and cheering as if the arena had just witnessed a historical moment.

After the show, you found yourself flooded with messages and notifications. Fans were posting clips, photos, and every angle of the moment that had unfolded during the concert. 

“Sukuna and Y/N are officially the cutest couple!” one tweet read. 

Another captioned a photo, “When the rock star notices you, and the world stops!”

You couldn’t help but grin, realizing that this night would only deepen the playful speculation around you both. As you left the venue, you felt a wave of joy wash over you, knowing that every little moment you shared with Sukuna was turning into something special for both of you and the fans.

Backstage, Sukuna approached you, a wide grin still plastered across his face. “Did you see their reaction?” he laughed, running a hand through his hair. “I think they might have liked it a little too much.”

“Just a little.” you replied, your heart racing. “You’re unbelievable! You really know how to work a crowd, darling! Well done you!”

He shrugged nonchalantly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What can I say? It’s all about showmanship… and having the best company.”

Sukuna’s smirk deepened as he stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over you. The energy backstage still crackled with the high of the performance, and your pulse raced just being near him. His eyes, sharp and gleaming with amusement, locked onto yours as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear.

“Speaking of the best company,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, “I think you owe me a little celebration, don’t you?”

Your cheeks flushed, but you met his gaze with a playful glint of your own. “Is that so? What kind of celebration are we talking about?”

His grin widened, showing off his fangs. "Oh, something intimate, doll." he purred, his hand sliding around your waist, pulling you against his firm chest. His fingers traced light circles along your lower back, sending sparks through your body.

Your breath hitched, but you managed to keep your voice steady. "You want a reward for being irresistible on stage? Or just for being... you?"

He chuckled, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. "Why not both? I think I deserve it, don't you?" His hand traveled to the back of your waist. 

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding at the intensity in his gaze. "Maybe... maybe you do. I…I do owe you dinner before I go to Paris.”

He grinned at you. “Sounds like a treat.”

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YOU WERE STILL EXHAUSTED, HAVING JUST LANDED IN L.A. But you supposed that’s just how life is for you. Sukuna was probably on a plane to Asia by now, to do the Asian leg of the tour. So his phone would be off. Still, you messaged him, telling him he should get a good rest and that he should eat. Another text, wishing him good luck for his upcoming concert in two days. And another to remind him to call you when he can.  

A few weeks after the concert, you found yourself on the set of a popular  late night talk show, to promote your latest stage play work. Everything in you was just buzzing with excitement with the right hint of nerves. You were there to promote your latest project—a film that had just wrapped production—and the buzz from Sukuna’s concert was still fresh in everyone’s minds. Fans and media alike were eager to know more about your budding connection with the rock star.

As the cameras rolled and the host welcomed you onto the stage, the audience erupted into cheers. You waved, feeling a rush of adrenaline. The conversation started off smoothly, discussing your film, the challenges you faced during production, and the amazing cast you had worked with.

Then came the question that made your heart race. “So, Y/N, we all saw you at Sukuna’s concert a couple of weeks ago! It’s your first time attending a Sukuna special, wasn’t it? How was that experience for you?”

You smiled, reminiscing about the electrifying atmosphere. “Oh, yes. It is the first time. It was absolutely incredible! Sukuna is such a talented performer, and the energy in the venue was unmatched. I had a blast!”

“But I heard that you had a schedule before this, you had something going on in Paris?”

“I did, yeah. So it was for an ambassadorship shoot for a brand I’ve worked for a while and I had to go already and the invite, it was really last minute because I wasn’t really sure I’d make it.” You giggled as you saw the picture of you beside your friend on the screen. “My original flight was around the time the concert was happening. So, I was just like, ‘fuck it, we’ll sleep on the plane’; I called Sukuna, he already for a long time reserved a box for me.”

“That is just next level sweet, because he didn’t even know you were going to say yes and he still reserved that private box for you.” The host grinned as the people swooned over the revelation. “That must have touched you a lot.”

“It did.” You admitted, smiling from ear to ear. “Sukuna was just happy to see me there and I couldn’t be more thankful to just be welcomed and be a part of his world for a little while you know? It was amazing.”

The host nodded, clearly intrigued. “And speaking of Sukuna, I couldn’t help but notice he posted a rather adorable picture of you two after the concert. What’s the story behind that?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hadn’t expected to be asked about the picture so directly. “Oh, um… well, we were just having a fun moment backstage after the show….a lot of adrenaline left off from the stage!” you stammered, trying to maintain your composure.

The host leaned in, a teasing glint in their eye. “Just a fun moment, huh? Because it looked a little more than just fun to me! Fans are shipping you two harder than ever! How does it feel to have that kind of attention?”

You chuckled nervously, glancing at the screen where the picture was displayed. It showed you and Sukuna laughing together, a casual yet intimate moment that captured the chemistry between you. “I mean, it’s nice to have fans that are supportive, and I think it's fascinating how people are really interested in it all. ” you said, trying to play it cool. “But we’re really important to each other. He’s my darling and I’m his doll. We’re great together.”

The audience erupted in playful laughter and cheers. “Great together indeed. Cause both of you look like you’re ready for a rom-com!” the host chimed in, smirking.

You took a deep breath, your heart racing. But you grin. “I mean, aren’t we already doing a rom–com in Jujutsu Kaisen? Your lover sacrifices everything to be with you and becomes the King of Curses for you? A keeper!”

“Right?” the host grinned, clearly loving the playful banter. “But fans can’t help but wonder if there’s something more you’d like to show for it, especially after that concert moment. You know, the whole ‘knight in shining armor’ vibe.”

“Okay, okay, I see how it is!” you said, laughing to cover your flustered state. “I can’t deny that he has a way of making things fun. My darling’s just like that. But well, perspective’s important!”

The segment continued, but you could feel the teasing energy lingering. After the show, social media exploded with clips of your interview, and fans were buzzing with excitement over every little interaction you had with Sukuna.

Later that evening as you head to dinner, you waited out the traffic by scrolling through your SNS feed, you noticed a new post from Sukuna. It was a picture of you both from the after tge concert. You were both back stage and he held your face close, still in the zone from adrenaline of the stage. Though this time he added a cheeky caption:

“Who knew my lucky charm could steal the spotlight? Just saying, Y/N, you’d make an amazing concert partner! Thanks for coming, doll! 🎶’

You felt your face flush as you read through the comments. 

“THEY’RE OFFICIALLY DATING! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES!”

“Sukuna is just down right down, and I’m here for it!”

“Someone get these two a rom–com deal ASAP!”

“SUKUNA CAN YOU FIGHT??? Y/N MY BELOVED <3”

“YO HE’S SMILING SO HARD IN THAT PHOTOOOOO, HES DOWN BAD!!!”

Your heart raced at the playful nature of his post and the overwhelming response from fans. As the notifications continued to flood in, you decided to send Sukuna a quick message.

You’re such a dork. Can’t believe you posted that!

He replied almost instantly, What can I say? I like posting about you, doll! Besides, you looked amazing that night. Can’t help it. I gotta make no names jealous of me.

Feeling a mix of giddiness and slyness, you typed back, Thanks, bubs. I’m pretty sure everyone’s jealous of me too. Because they like you a lot. And I’m with you. But then again, people are just guessing.

Let them think what they want, he replied with a wink emoji. To be fair, doll, that’s all part of the fun for me. And who knows? Maybe there’s something more. Always a lot of room for you, doll.

Your heart skipped a beat at the implication, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for both of you. The playful teasing, the chemistry, and the supportive friendship were all creating something special, and you found yourself excited about what was yet to come.

As the days went on, you embraced the fun of the speculation, realizing that maybe, just maybe, there was something more blossoming between you and Sukuna that you both were yet to fully explore.

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YOU WERE EXCITED TO RETURN TO TOKYO. Not only because you missed seeing your extended family, but because you were going to finally reveal the months of hard work that bore the next season of Jujutsu Kaisen. You like to think that this season is the one you were most proud of. Not only because you finally got to play more than flashback scenes, but also the first meeting of Hiromi and Sukuna in a thousand years. You know that the fans would be just as excited as you. 

As you walked out of your car, stunning in your bright silver embroidered kimono, you were just waving towards all the fans you could see. Everyone’s excitement was palpable, you know that much.. The red carpet was packed with fans, media, and of course, the cast. 

You and Sukuna finally meet each other on the red carpet, looking stunning and greet each other with the warmest smiles and greetings. You both were surely ready to celebrate the launch of the new season. Fans lined the streets, holding signs and screaming for their favorite characters, and the energy was electric.

After the screening, the cast gathered for a Q&A session, with reporters firing off questions about the new season, character arcs, and behind-the-scenes fun. The mood was lively, and everyone was clearly enjoying themselves.

Then came the infamous game of “Fuck, Marry, Kill” and you knew it was only a matter of time before the question landed in your laps.

The red carpet host grinned as they turned to you first. “Alright, Y/N, let’s start with you! Who would you Fuck, Marry, and Kill from these cast? Sukuna, Nanami and Mahito.”

You paused for a moment, a playful glint in your eyes. “Hmm, let’s see… I’d have to marry Sukuna, Fuck… maybe Nanami, and kill—sorry but Mahito–kun! Sorry Nana–kun, Don’t have a choice!”

Laughter erupted from the audience, and you could hear the cheers from fans who were thrilled by your answer. But it didn’t stop there. The host turned to Ryomen Sukuna, a mischievous grin on their face. “Alright, Sukuna, your turn! Who do you choose? Y/N, Uraume and Naoya.”

Sukuna smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Easy. Marry Y/N, Fuck Uraume and uhhhhhh…..kill—Naoya Zenin! No apologies!”

The crowd went wild. The laughter and applause swelled as fans processed the fact that both of you had chosen to marry each other.

“Did you hear that?!” someone shouted from the audience. “They want to marry each other!”

“Wait, are they actually dating?! Are they really!?” another fan exclaimed, their voice rising in excitement.

You exchanged amused glances with Sukuna, both of you trying to keep straight faces amidst the chaos.

“We’re just interesting together!” you insisted, giggling as you waved your hands dramatically as if to emphasize your point, but the playful glint in your eyes said otherwise.

The host chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Right, sure! Just friends who want to marry each other—totally believable!”

As the cheers and laughter continued, the excitement reached a fever pitch. Fans were snapping photos and tweeting in real-time, the clips of your answers flooding social media.

“OMG, did Sukuna and Y/N just confirm they’re in love?!” one tweet read.

“They're the ultimate power couple!” another one chimed in.

“I’m officially declaring them a couple!”

The energy was infectious, and as you and Sukuna tried to maintain your composure, you could see the delight in each other’s eyes.

As the panel wrapped up, you found yourself walking out with Sukuna, surrounded by the buzz of excitement. “Well, that was something, isn’t it?” you laughed, shaking your head. “I can’t believe we just did that!”

“Hey, they asked the right questions, doll.” he replied with a smirk. “And I meant every word!”

You felt your cheeks flush, both from the teasing atmosphere and the undeniable chemistry that hung between you. “You’re ridiculous, darling.” you said, nudging him playfully.

“Maybe, doll. But at least we’re entertained, don’t you think?” he shot back, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You shook your head, smiling. “I suppose so.”

As the night continued, you both enjoyed the attention, the playful speculation, and the excitement surrounding the premiere. It felt like the perfect blend of friendship, chemistry, and the thrill of the unknown, and you couldn’t help but wonder just where this journey would take you both next.

Later that night, after all the excitement of the premiere had settled, you found yourself scrolling through Twitter, still buzzing from the energy of the event. Your timeline was flooded with clips from the Q&A, including the moment you and Sukuna had declared your “marriage” to each other. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the reactions pouring in.

Feeling a playful urge, you decided to quote-tweet the video. “Just a casual night at the premiere! 😂💍 #JujutsuKaisenSeason2Premiere”

Almost immediately, the notifications started flooding in, and the laughter continued as your friends from the cast began to chime in.

“@Y/NTheOne Can’t believe you both chose each other! Are we taking bets on the wedding date?” Yuji (@YUJIITAAA) teased, adding a winking emoji. “@ItsRyoSukuna, unc! You better watch out, grandma and grandpa would wanna know when the wedding is!"

“@Y/NTheOne Next time, maybe choose someone a little less deadly for your ‘marriage’ or something!” Nobara (@BARABARA²)quipped, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “But hey, at least you’ll have a killer wedding party!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter, but that wasn’t the end of it. Maki Zenin joined the conversation, tweeting, “@Y/NTheOne Just remember: If you get married, I’m the one picking the outfits. No pressure!”

“@ZZZZZMaki If you’re in charge, I’m definitely eloping!” you replied, trying to keep a straight face.

Even the official Jujutsu Kaisen account (@JJKOFFICIAL_EN) jumped in, tweeting, “#JJKFamily is all about love! Who else is rooting for our favorite couple?” The hashtag started trending, and fans went wild, eagerly discussing the playful exchanges.

As the notifications kept pouring in, you could see Sukuna (@ItsRyoSuku) had also quote-tweeted the video, simply stating. “Only label needed is #MyDoll, you know?.” The simplicity of his tweet only fueled the fire further, and you could hear the collective gasps from fans as they interpreted it in a million ways.

With each new tweet, your excitement grew, but so did the teasing from your castmates. “@Y/NTheOne I swear if you don’t invite us to the wedding, I’m crashing it!” Gojo jokes, adding a laughing emoji. “Gotta involve your work hubby!”

You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face. “@GojoRuRu7 I’ll let you be the best man if you promise to keep the sunglasses on at all times.”

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a DM from Sukuna. You’re really good at riling up flames. Love it, doll.

You smiled at his message, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. It works because you’re so good, bub. But I’m glad we’re riling it up more. It’s fun.

He replied almost instantly, Fun? You call this fun? I call it now — this is the start of our next big project. Reality show, anyone?

With a laugh, you typed back, As long as I get to pick the outfits!

Just then, your friend and castmate Shoko (@SHOSHOKO)chimed in, adding more fuel to the fire. “@Y/NTheOne And you know we’ll all be tuning in for that show! Would watch the chaos unfold any day!”

The laughter and teasing continued throughout the night, with fans and castmates alike enjoying the playful banter surrounding your so-called “marriage.” It was clear that you and Sukuna had unwittingly become a part of a larger narrative, one that thrilled both your fans and castmates.

As you continued to interact with everyone online, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and joy. The playful teasing only added to the fun atmosphere, and you looked forward to what the future might hold—both for your career and your friendship with Sukuna.

The night concluded with a group chat among the cast, where the jokes and memes continued to fly. “@Y/NTheOne Ready for the wedding planning? I’m bringing the snacks!” Yuji sent, eliciting more laughter from everyone. "My mom and my grandma are ready to help out!"

“@Y/NTheOne Don’t forget to send me the dress code! I want to look fabulous!” Nobara added.

You sat back, grinning as you took it all in. This whirlwind of fun, laughter, and playful speculation was something you never wanted to end, especially with Sukuna by your side. The unexpected bond you were forming felt like the start of something beautiful, whether it was for the fans or just the two of you.

[electric-blorbos]

Hiiii im here with some donuts to share!!!

I think wire styled locks would be really cute!!!!

idk i made two versions one for og hair colour and one where xer would have to colour xer hair to match wire extensions

ALSO EVOL TOXIC DONUT!!!! xer slightly off center but im too tired to fix that sorruuuuuu

OMG THE WIRE EXTENSIONS!!!!!

Though Donut's natural hair color is brown, xe just bleaches it white most of the time. I might do a few ending screens where xer roots are starting to show, or flash-forwards or flash-backs to when Donut had brown hair. Also, xer twin brother has brown hair, but I haven't really posted him much.

Also I absolutely LOVE evil toxic Donut!!! It would be SO embarrassing for the CEO of Toxic Inc.'s company if their facility core just "voted them out". Like "my company just decided to stop working for me because it fell in love with some random ass programmer"

Also the screens with just eyes are a really good idea. I'm going to steal that.

I really want there to be a wedding ending where Donut and Toxic get married, and Donut gets an adorable white suit with a big fluffy cravat.

Man, now I want to draw Donut in different outfits and hairstyles more.

[dramalove247]

Favorite Things: Brewing Love

This show had so much to love about it! A unique male lead that is empathetic to a fault. An independent bad ass for a female lead. Complex characters that grow and learn to treat themselves better. The pretties male cast in a Kdrama. Some HILARIOUS bromance. Brewing Love was a great mix of quirky comedy, sweet romance, lots of cute, and a bit of heartbreak.

GIF by @dramatictrajectory

Here are some of the posts about the series that we've loved (spoilers ahead):

Just like @ofredribbonsandpreciousgems, we found empathy to be an interesting character trait for the male lead. They did a great job of creating a unique character and story centered around this.

The scene at the funeral where Min Ju cries and breaks the dam Young Ju was using to hold back her own tears was so devastatingly beautiful and well done. Here's screen shots posted by @factorygirlsstuff

This edit of the funeral scene by @i-got-the-feels is 😍! So many feels!!!

Enjoyed this post by @kangsongpyeon with thoughts on the early characters. It's fun looking back at the beginning of the show because the characters grow so much. Really well done story.

Min Ju was so real in this moment... thanks @ryoun

The male cast in this show was ridiculously pretty. We couldn't make it through a single episode without saying it out loud at least once.

The fascial expressions, drunk pouting and bromance jokes were epic in this show. We loved them so much! This was just a few that we couldn't get over, but we could have made a post like this for every episode!

We agree with @dramatictrajectory 😍 The bromance was seriously bromancing. These two were EPIC! The writers were hilarious. We are fans.

This entire scene, the words, the tears. Killed us. They declared a truce 😭

What did you think about Brewing Love???

[soobirii]

Soobin x reader new year fluff!

soobin x reader new year fluff!

soobin x reader new year fluff!

OFCCCC!!!!

Omg new years is past sorry for being so slow in the head 😔

But anyways happy new years my loves, I hope this year brings nothing but joy for you all!!! <3

New year, new beginnings - c. Soobin

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Paring:Bestfriend!soobin x fem!Reader

Genre:fluffy fluffs

Warnings:mentions of drinking, swearing *not proof read*

Mentions of yunjin and sakura**

Wc:742 (tew much)

💌: OMG TYSM TO WHO EVER SENT THIS Req ilysm, ILY ILY ILY, but anyways, this Is my first req and also first time writing for soobin so >\\\<

It was the 31st of December, 2024, the end of a chapter in your life. You were getting dolled up for a new years party at your friend, yunjin's house, when you got a text, from your best friend, soobin. "hey y/nnnn, do you maybe wanna come over :/, I baked new years cookies and I can't eat them all by myself." as you read the text, you felt kinda bad, since yunjin really wanted you at the party, "hey soob, I unfortunately can't make it, I'm going to a party at yunjin's " as soon as you pressed send, you already saw the 3 dots moving at the bottom of your screen, waiting for his reply, you start putting on your pretty pink strawberry lipgloss.

Ping, he finally texts back." oh c'monnnn, she'll forget about you in like 30 minutes when she's shit faced with Sakura " poor soobin, all he wanted to do was spend the last day of the year with you, his y/n. And he was right, yunjin was gonna get super drunk with Sakura, and would probably forget to be mad at you, maybe even forget about you...but you still wanted to make an excuse not to spend the night with him (you stupid?) "but I'm all dressed up now :/ and my outfits gonna go to waste " soobin replies "but it's not a waste if I see it, now is it? I'm wayy more important than those idiots at that dumb party" he had a point, you never really noticed it but you always dressed up when hanging out with soobin, always looking your best, but no matter what, he'd always throw you compliments left right, and center. "fine I'm on my way loser" you made your way to soobins apartment, it was an open plan, it was spacious but cozy...before you could even knock, soobin had opened the door "helloooo y/n!! " he gave you a awkward side hug. As he lets you in, you can't help but appreciate the decorations in his apartment, the tincil hanging from the corners of the ceiling, the fireplace playing on his TV, it was cute. "so... What are we planning on doing, cuz it better be better than missing out on partying with yunjin..." you asked him as you crossed your arms, shifting your weight to your one hip. "well I thought we could watch movies, or play video games, or whatever you want. but I guess there's also lots we can do" you and soobin ended up binging season 2 of squid games (omg yall baddies) and around 10pm you fell asleep on his shoulder.

He just looked down at you, and admired your sleeping figure, how peaceful you looked on him, how perfect you'd look with him.

After about an hour soobin decided to stop his endless scrolling and actually wake you up "hey, doofus, wake up" He lightly shook awake from your sleeping state "hmm?" you were still half asleep and confused "it's almost 2025 :)" he says calmly as you slowly sit up straight from your lying position.

Soobin started shuffling through his Playlist on his TV, settling on a song, "my I have this dance, Mi lady y/n?" He says in an over formally manner, stretching his arm out and extending his hand to you, you giggle lightly and take his hand, he's hands resting softly on your waist, as you slowly rocked, the music wasn't at all in the same rhythm as you guys, moonlight on the river by Mac DeMarco playing softly from his speakers. He gently guides you and spins you around, keeping a firm grip on your waist. You laugh and enjoy the moment, it was nice to be treated gently and carefreely, even by your best friend. You both felt comfortable in the moment, it was almost perfect, soobin slowly shifted a bit closer, as your bodies swayed, his head lowering, his face hovering just above yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks, you could smell the mints that he always keeps in his pockets. His gaze never left yours as he closed the gap between you two, his lips brushing against yours, you're taken by surprise at first, but you quickly fall into uniscen with him, melting into the kiss, as you both pull away for a breath of air, fireworks go off outside of soobins apartment window "happy new year :)"

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Im begging pls doo another part for longing 😭🙏🏻 i just love that series.

𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 5:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k

𝙖/𝙣: omggg this was roughhh 😵‍💫

𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! THIS IS SO ROUGH OMG PLS DONT IGNORE THIS

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung

𝙡𝙚𝙧: machine

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“Really!? Hyung, thank you so much!” Jisung squealed as he unwrapped his presents, a warm sweater in his hands. 

Chan grinned sheepishly. “Anything for you, Hannie.”

Minho nervously fidgeted with his fingers. He was quite certain Jisung would love his gift the most, but there was still a chance the boy would be weirded out and would probably never talk to him again. 

Lino insisted on giving his gift last, knowing that Jisung would probably get distracted if he showed his gift before anyone else’s. 

When it came to his turn, everyone’s heard turned expectatingly, and Jisung gave him a heartwarmingly sweet smile. 

Minho took a deep breath before standing up, leading Hannie to a new room constructed connecting to his room.

“Wait. I thought they were upgrading the kitchen in there or something.” Jisung commented, and Minho shook his head. 

“No…I paid for the construction to fit…this.” He gestured to a huge machine placed in the center of the room. 

“What’s this?” Jisung asked, walking around it while squinting or try and determine its purpose. 

“None of the staff or anybody knows about this, by the way. I took adequate precautions to assure that doesn’t happen. But it’s a…tickle machine.”

Hannie immediately shot his head up. “What?!” 

“Well, it’s a soundproofed room for a reason.” Minho grinned. 

“Wait wait. A tickle machine? What—how—” Hannie was confused, to say the least. Minho shut the door and locked it, but he wasn’t nervous. 

“Sit here.” Lino guided his legs onto foot rests and hoisted him onto the table like structure of the machine. “Lay down.” 

Nervous giggles built up in Jisung’s throat as he laid back into the mattress of the table, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Minho guided his arms to straps above his head. 

Once his arms and legs were strapped down completely, Minho switched it on. 

A voice immediately began to speak. “Scanning.” It scanned over the quokka’s body and asked a few questions. 

“Age? Height? Weight?” 

Minho answered all the questions and set up a safeword for Hannie, which the machine had him repeat 10 times to assure he knew the word. 

“Okay. What do you want it to do first?” Minho asked, and Hannie’s face flushed at the question. 

“Waist?” Jisung asked. It was a classic warmup for him. So perfectly torturous but somewhat tolerable at the same time. 

“Okay!” Minho imputed a few settings on the hand sized display.

One of the screens ahove Jisung’s body turned on, a large one minute timer set up. 

When it started to count down, hands were mechanically raised from the sides of the table, tapping twice against the area of Hannie’s waist before it began to vibrate in place. 

The fingers teasingly wiggled towards his sides, and Jisung’s body twitched in anticipation, his eyes squeezing shut. 

The second they reached the sides of his waist, Jisung began to cackle, the feeling of the vibrating rubber tickling oh so much into his skin. 

“OHOHO GOHOHOD IHIT TIHICKLES MOHORE THAN I THOUGHT IHIT WOULD!!” Jisung began to shriek as the fingers lifted the edge of his shirt up, slipping underneath and tickling him mercilessly. 

“NOHOHOHOHO!! IHIHITS REHEHEALLY BAHAHAD!!” 

“Try using the safe word.” Minho wanted to test the machine. 

He was pretty skeptical about trusting a machine with his lee tied up, so he wanted to make sure it would stop. 

“PEAHA—PEACHES!!” Jisung yelled, and the fingers quickly slipped out of his shirt and off of him. 

Minho breathed a sigh of relief. “Either way, the kill button’s there.” He pointed at the red button near Jisung’s hip. 

Jisung grinned as Minho unstrapped him from the machine, and he sat up and hugged the older warmly. “Best gift ever.” He mumbled, and Minho hugged him back with a smile; He knew what Hannie would like after all. 

Jisung groaned into his pillow, he really missed Minho and was honestly craving the older’s touch. 

Sure, he had gotten wrecked by Chan and Seungmin earlier, but nobody knew him as well as Minho did. 

Then Jisung had an idea. What about that machine? 

His lee mood killing him, Hannie headed into the room, shutting the door and locking it. 

He walked over to the display, and then saw something. 

Minho had saved a plan. Jisung quickly looked through it; It looked like a work in progress, but he didn’t seem to find anything wrong. 

He set the timer for five consecutive minutes, and then climbed onto the machine and slipped his hands through the straps. 

Once they had tightened and the machine tested him on his safeword, Jisung watched as not one, not two, but three pairs of hands emerged from the sides of the table. 

His eyes widened as suddenly, two hands slipped under his shirt, while one pair rested over his armpits, and the last one aimed for his sides. 

‘Wait. This wasn’t a part of the plan.’ Jisung thought, but he let it happen anyway. He trusted Minho and knew he would never hurt him on purpose. 

Suddenly, all the hands changed direction and began running up and down his sides, leaning Hannie howling with laughter and twisting on the table as the vibrating fingers tickled his bare sides senseless. 

The rest of the hands travelled back to their respective spots and began to dig in.

One hand suddenly spread oil over the boy’s sides, leaving him whimpering as the other hand spread it around his skin before tickling him again. 

“AGHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Jisung twisted on the table, finding himself immobile and unable to escape as the hands tickled his sides, armpits, and belly until he squealed in ticklish agony. 

They gave the same oil treatment to his underarms before scribbling over them with longish nails that certainly weren’t there before. 

Either way, they certainly pulled the loudest of laughter from the trapped boy beneath it. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!!” 

Hannie couldn’t remember if the oil was in Minho’s plan. He didn’t count on it. The older hated the feeling of the slippery oil and would never use it willingly unless Hannie had asked for it. He was sweet like that. 

The oil was beginning to melt slightly, only slicking up Hannie’s body more as more hands emerged and joined in at his thighs.  

That was what got him. “AHAHA!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!! IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT THEHERE!!” He pleaded, but the machine was ruthless in its torture, cold and unforgiving. 

Jisung regretted wearing shorts the second they were pushed up a little and his thighs had oil spread on them. ‘This machine really enjoys killing me, doesn’t it?’ 

Before he could get another thought out, more vibrating fingers prodded the area, and Jisung fell apart into more laughter. 

“IHI NEEHEHEED A BREAK!! PEHEHEA—PEHEHEACHES!! PLEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!” He screamed as the four pairs of hands ruthlessly tickled their respective spots until his brain turned to mush. 

But he wasn’t even able to get his safeword out correctly, laughter always interrupting him. 

Hannie began to thrash and scream as more hands emerged, spreading the dreaded oil on his now bare feet before using a rubber spiky glove to scrape up and down his trapped soles. 

“AAAAGHAHAHAHA!! NONONO FUHUHUHUHUCK STOHOHOHOP!! STOHOHOP PLEHEASE!! PEHEHEACHESSS OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!” Hannie was pretty sure he sounded insane, screaming his head off as it became too much, quickly overwhelming him. 

Jisung tried to free his hands, actually managing to free them from the straps binding them and shooting his hand to the kill button near his hip. 

Two hands left his armpits to grab harshly at his wrists and yank them above Hannie’s head again.

“NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHET MEHE GO PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Jisung realized with horror that he couldn’t escape no matter what.

The timer was counting down. 3…2…1…

-1…? 

His eyes widened as he realized…wait. It was a trap. The machine had trapped him.

He thrashed with a harsh scream when the fingers returned to his underarms again, and he glanced upwards to notice another pair of hands. 

“NO-NO PLEASE NOT ANOTH-NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Hannie cried out, tears of joy and frustration rolling down his face, but he couldn’t help the wide smile of joy that didn’t allow him to cry. 

“PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOOOO!!” Jisung sobbed desperately as the tickles in every direction made his head spin.

Funny how ironic that was, considering Minho would usually cheer him up this way. 

“Hannie! I’m home!” Minho cheered, happiness overwhelming him at the prospect of being able to see his baby after such a long time. 

He walked to his room, but wasn’t able to find him, the only thing greeting him was an eerie silence. 

Nervous, Minho travelled around the house and even checked the other dorms, to find that Hannie was nowhere to be found. 

Until he noticed the room he had installed for him. Minho rolled his eyes as he thought of Jisung having such an unbearable lee mood that he had to go to the machine to relieve it. 

He tried to open the door, just to find it locked. That’s fine, he had a key. 

The second he opened the door, sounds of strained giggles wafted through the air, along with…sobbing? Minho slammed the door open and almost had the biggest whiplash of his life. 

The timer displayed numbers going into the negatives, -2:34:07. 

Multiple pairs of hands were holding Hannie’s whole body down, and Minho watched in horror as the younger twitched away from the hands that wouldn’t stop tickling him no matter how much Min could hear his broken pleas. 

He has basically became desensitized to the intense tickling, but he still cried and even squealed when a hand hit a sensitive spot.

Minho ran to the kill switch, yelping when another hand tried to grab his, and another tickled at his side suddenly, startling the hell of the older. 

“Wahait!! Whahat—AHAHAH!!” Minho suddenly screamed as a singular vibrating finger slipped into his v-line area on accident.

The hands tried their hardest to grab Minho and stop him from reaching the kill button. 

But he managed to hit it, shutting the whole thing down. The hands released Jisung and Minho’s wrists, and Hannie sobbed tears of relief as the timer display turned off. 

“H—Help me…” Jisung whimpered, twitching in place and curling up on himself.

Lino scooped the boy up in his arms, taking note of the slippery substance the boy was covered in, presumably oil? 

Hannie twitched in his arms, exhausted and still sobbing, and all Minho could think about was how stupid he was that he left Jisung alone with the thing without helping him, and  he didn’t anticipate the machine going rogue. 

‘I mean, it’s AI. What was I thinking?’

He set up a warm bath for Hannie as he laid on Minho’s bed, tired and exhausted. 

Minho picked him up, startling a loud scream from his throat, almost making the older drop him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Hannie, it’s me. It’s Minho hyung, yeah?”

Jisung finally gained the courage to open his eyes, and he visibly softened at the sight of him. 

“Hyung, weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?” Jisung’s voice was exhausted from he constant screaming he had been doing.

“You’re lucky I decided to come early. My poor baby, three hours?” Minho asked. 

“I—I only put it for five minutes, I swear. I set it on one of the random plans you made, because I didn’t really know how to use the thing and I trusted you to be safe and—” Jisung began to cry again. “Hyung, I was so scared…w-when it didn’t let go…”

Minho cooed and wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing his back gently and promising him he wouldn’t do anything like that again. 

“I-It wasn’t like you at all.” Jisung sobbed. “You know w-what’s good for me.” 

Minho sniffled a little, dropping his head so Jisung wouldn’t see. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jisungie. It was all hyung’s fault, yeah? You didn’t do anything.” He suddenly began to feel really guilty. 

The two hugged warmly, Jisung still trembling lightly, and Minho treated him to a warm bath and soup, along with a trip to Hannie’s favorite bakery for his favorite cheesecake. 

All Hannie could say was that he definitely preferred his ler to the heartless machine. 

Hey, what happened to that machine?

“Hey…what’s this?” Hyunjin approached the machine, clicking a green button. 

His eyes widened when the screens turned on and hands grabbed at his sides.

I POSTED BOTH YALL BETTER FUCKIJG LOVE MEH :D

jk i know you guys love me so much BUT I EXPECT TO SEE REACTIONSSSS

[murfpersonalblog]

My 2 Cents on Nosferatu 2024 - 8/10 (Spoilers!)

I really liked it! 👏

Disclaimer: my vampire GOAT is Gary Oldman's Dracula. Bram Stoker's Dracula is PEAK (camp) gothic horror cinema IMO.

Nosferatu 2024 eliminates the camp entirely, giving a much more emotionally & nauseatingly intense version of Dracula, by leaning HEAVILY into The Exorcist. This was less a movie about vampires, and more one about Gothic period anxieties about demon possession, mental illness, and plague.

Lily-Rose Depp as Ellen stole the whole dang show, PERFECTION. Her seizures and ravings & outright possessions were WILD to witness. I like her story, being a mentally ill lonely little girl shut up all alone and just praying for companionship, but getting more than you asked for when the Devil answered and not God.

But I REALLY found myself feeling SO DANG bad--not for for Ellen/Mina, and not for Thomas/Jonathan either. For Friedrich/Arthur & Anna/Lucy. 😭

Like, you just FEEL the emotional/mental weight on Friedrich, as he has to watch over his missing best friend's wife who's got awful seizures & sleepwalking, religious hysteria, and grieving over her missing husband--on top of you already having 2 kids visibly running you ragged, and a heavily pregnant wife--on top of your career as a shipman consulted for your expertise in the middle of a citywide plague cause by a Plague Ship that just entered the harbor loaded with a billion rats that then eat your wife dang near alive. Yeah, I'd've kicked Ellen & Thomas outta my house, too! My guy went full Heathcliffe in the end, it was a really nice nod to the Gothic genre.

I was taken aback by Orlock--I was (stupidly) expecting Nosferatu to look like he did in 1922; I never expected him to have hair! 😅But it was a pleasant surprise.

I love his fangs, and unless my eyes decieve me, he's got the same burned circle on his brow that Mina Harker did in Dracula--but instead of it purifying her vampirism, his is the Mark of Cain from when he was a human alchemist/occultist who sold his soul.

And they just loved showing this dude in the buff, full frontal peen & all, his body just grotesque AF--I love that he's half rotted & ghoulish like he's riddled with syphilis or some other STD: hence all the plague themes tying in with him as an incubus haunting Ellen all her life.

So his design was ok, but it's not a silhouette that will ever stick as strongly as Lugosi, 1922!Nosferatu, and ofc Oldman's wig in Dracula.

Herr Knock/Renfield was a shockingly good surprise, too, omg. He killed it, that dude was F R E A K I N G me out. Providence!

Willem Dafoe as Professor Von Franz/Van Helsing was strong, but Anthony Hopkins in Dracula was better IMO. But then again, Hopkins was THE campiest of camp in Dracula, with a much bigger/hammier performance; while Dafoe was far....saner? So it's not his fault.

Complaints

I have a lot of small nitpicks with this movie, and 1 BIG complaint.

Germany? 👎

NGL I wish this movie "felt" more Eastern European.

Aside from the brief segment where Thomas is in the peasant village (in Transylvania???) and spies on their rituals to kill vampires by stabbing corpses, there's no real sense of where this story takes place. Sure, there's a Herr thrown in every now & then, but they could've/should've really leaned into giving this movie more of a unique vibe, separating it from every. other. Gothic. movie. set. in. effing. Britain.

My biggest complaint is centered around accents. It took me a good 30 minutes to stop laughing every time all these British-sounding actors spoke. The kids yelling Papa! Papa! 100x had me forgetting I was even watching a show set in Germany. 🤦

Then they had the nerve to cast Dr. Wilhelm as one of THE most recognizable-sounding British actors (my inner Final Fantasy 16 fangirl was like THAT'S CID! 🤣) Yanked me right out of the experience.

Orlock? 👎

But my BIGGEST complaint about this movie, so sorry to say this, was Count Orlock himself. Bill Skarsgård has great screen presence, he's scary AF, and his deep vocal register was pitch perfect--the wheezing & growling he did was SO DANG GOOD.

But I COULD NOT UNDERSTAND A EFFING WORD ORLOCK SPOKE IN ENGLISH. My closed captions were rough, where it just couldn't pick up everything he was saying properly. I wish they'd kept him speaking Dacian/Romanian the whole time, so at least we'd have the built-in subtitles.

It's a real problem when the villain is such a central focus, but you can't follow along with his motivations or machinations, because you can't understand what he's even saying. I had no idea that the "land contract" was actually divorce papers Orlock tricked Thomas into signing, until I read the effing plot synopsis online after I'd already seen the frikkin movie. That plot twist would've been amazing to get while I was watching the movie, but I couldn't understand what Orlock was even saying to Thomas or Ellen!

And Orlock's scene/chemistry with Ellen was really good! (The parts I could understand, of course.) I just knew there was something going on with the sack of gold, and how they had 3 days to stop him. I'd assumed Ellen putting on the wedding dress at the end was just symbolic, a la Dracula's Bride, not that it was literally her agreeing to divorce Thomas and marry Orlock--till death do us part!

So I was pissed that I missed the biggest plot point in the whole movie, because I didn't catch when Orlock said it with that thick rolling accent. I legit feel it robbed me of what would've been a much better experience, when I was already having a great time watching the movie.

[meligumii]

Bllk Season 2 Episode 13 Review

I’ll do two of these in a row. Just now getting to the episodes.

The ‘trance train’ speech was a little confusing. And it’s crazy to see, Rin is paying so much attention to Isagi— they’re gonna devour each other[lmao that sounds so dirty].

But this goes back to the Bluelock matches when Rin picked Isagi. He knew Isagi was gonna be a problem for him, so instead of letting him get to that point, he brought him to his own team.

So seeing Sae actually go at the whole team is crazy. Like damn none of these niggas could guard him?? And yk what Rin being upset about Sae being so far ahead of him was pretty sad, and I want their relationship to be better again, but at the same time I’m thinking there’s no time for this. Get up, win the game, and then start the flashbacks like omfg.

But, it did pay off, with him thinking about how to play like Sae, he followed Shidou’s path to get the ball. Then ofc Shidou gon kick him in the face. Red card. Ejected. Rn get him off the field. Then I’m wondering if his face is okay, cause Shidou was bout to kick the ball with all his strength.

“He grazed me” lmao mf stop lying yk that shit hurt.

Hayate: How many scoring options do you have, Bluelock?

Me: 11

Okay, now we’re finally seeing Bachira in action. I missed seeing it, and I could also tell that it feels way different. Maybe because the game is so important to blue lock, but everything that happens gets me excited.

And HE CROSSED AIKU..!!! Omfg I’m so happy for him he made a shot..!! But then he didn’t😔. Sendou got in the way. I’m ready for him to get a goddamn goal ngl. Gotta respect U20. They’re giving their all. For Sae, this means nothing so he doesn’t count.

But for the rest, this means they don’t have a job. Their careers are over. Even though I think if they win, which I have all faith in it, they’ll turn it down and not be U-20. And for blue lock, obviously this is their chance to show the world and that fatass how good they are at soccer and how they could bring home a World Cup.

Omg tell me why I thought he was about to have an inspiring goal centered around soccer when he said ‘I don’t care about pin-up models anymore’ then he gon turn around and say he wants a ‘the world standard’ which is a Hollywood actress😭.

Everything after that happened so fast I don’t even have an opinion. It was just like a domino effect, everything fell into place for the U20’s after Sendou saved the ball. After this, tbh I don’t even know who to say is the mvp bc they all come in clutch. And at the last second.

aoWoO JuMpsCAre~

Anyways

Five minutes left in the clock, ngl im sitting here knowing they bout to pull something out their ass cause how are they gonna win in that amount of time?? But I had faith. And ofc this mf shidou came outta nowhere. And like I called it, here come Isagi. [and Reo]. Hiori is so cool I love him. I love all of blue lock.

Then, here comes Rin😒

“You won’t even let me lose?”

“I wanna fight on my own”

I mean I get that the point is you need an extreme egoist to be Japan’s number 1 striker and get the World Cup but like… at some point you’re gonna need someone else so just calm down with that shit Rin

When he started to think about everyone having his back I thought ‘awww that’s nice’ but then three seconds later he had to ruin it. Like are you that antisocial that just the thought of people being able to stand next to you makes you physically sick?? I’m not understanding lmao.

Definitely giving horror movie vibes bc what’s going on…???

Karasuuu… where’s your screen time..?😔

Blue Lock Additional Time

They’re so embarrassing. But smart, making money off the star player.

Final Thoughts

Thinking about Sae’s awakening, I feel like he’s really taking blue lock serious now. Maybe I’m reaching but why else would he go so hard. I mean, like I said, this game means nothing to him and I doubt it would affect his career in any way. Even if it’s only a little bit, maybe he’s finally realizing the talent of the Blue lock 11– especially Isagi. For Rin he probably still sees him as the annoying younger brother.[canonically doesn’t know why Rin is mad at him. He thinks he’s going through a phase]

Most of their relationship we see it from Rin’s POV anyways so who knows what he’s really thinking of his little brother.

STILL got my money on Isagi and that game winning go. Maybe it’s gonna be like a parallel with his first game shown— bc like how he passed and they missed— causing his team to lose the game. But now, he’s not gonna pass and he’s gonna make the shot and win the game. Yk. Some growth.

Dirty Joke Count: 1

Shidou: Let me climax, genius

[this episode was pretty tame]

See you after I finish episode 13. Review should be up in abt another hour from now.

[theboytatu]

random thoughts while watching this:

i always said 127 should have been a seven member group from the start. nine is just too bloated and the choreography looks so much cleaner this way

the choreo is so satisfying and while some people are dead weight here mark and jaehyun are hardddd CARRYING

platinum doyoung is so mesmerizing please don't ever dye your hair back king

i can't fucking believe taeyong is gone omg the way he would have BODIED this shit 😭😭😭 let him out!!!!!

this cb is like for every good thing we get we have to get cursed with something bad example: we finally get a good title track for the first time in three years but you have to sit through 20+ seconds of johnny lines.

another example: we get an amazing choreography that highlights their strengths but taeyong is not here to be the center 💔

me while looking at jaehyun in this: yeah he's ready for that solo 🦆🚬

the styling is pretty good i can appreciate the monochromatic palette for this better than the eye sores that they make them wear in the mv

me with andrew garfield in the social network's (2010) voice whenever mark shows up on screen: MARK!! MARKKKKK!!!!!

i can't stand the way haechan sounds in this omfg im sorry it's like he's been going through puberty in reverse

FREE TAEYONG TIL IT'S BACKWARDS AND PUT JOHNNY'S ASS IN HIS PLACE

[elisela]

read until end omg check please / nurseydex / au for @missanniewhimsy who has been waiting for this fic since the wild beat the caps in march, whoops .

Apparently, being a writer doesn’t pay the bills.

Yet.

Derek always likes to tack that on there. Being a writer doesn’t pay the bills yet, because it will. One day. Hopefully not in the far-off future because he’s got high hopes of moving out of the closet his landlord calls a studio in Flatbush, but that would require several things to happen first, like finishing a manuscript.

He’s working on it.

Turns out that while writing in college had been fairly easy for him, making time to write in between the dead-end jobs that pay the bills when he had no energy left for anything that wasn’t staring blankly at moving pictures on a screen wasn’t so simple. And thanks to the endless parade of dead-end jobs—barista, ticket seller at an off-off-off Broadway theater, cashier—he rarely had an entire day off to devote to finishing the last three chapters of his book.

And when he does get a day off, miracle of miracles, he goes and does stupid things like says yes when his friend asks if he can please, pretty please (with a cherry on top) cover for him this weekend. So instead of burying his face in his computer and a gallon of coffee, he’s out here at the Flatbush farmer’s market, sitting underneath a stark white tent surrounded by books that no one’s so much as glanced at in the last forty-five minutes.

The pies have been flying off the table. Bitty’s in no danger of not making a profit today and Derek’s pretty sure he’ll have to erase the last two flavors—peach and strawberry rhubarb—from the board any second, but the books.

No one’s even looked at the books, despite the large sign declaring them free.

He doesn’t even know why Bitty has them. Well, he knows why—because Eric Bittle has never been able to say no when faced with his sweet old neighbor dropping off anything at his door, let alone seven full boxes of books that she claimed she couldn’t take with her to the retirement home. What he doesn’t know is why Bitty couldn’t just turn around and take them to the nearest donation center. They look out of place in the tent that had been filled with baked goods, and Derek doesn’t blame anyone for looking right past them.

He’s not looking forward to packing them all back up at the market’s end, but at least he won’t ever have to bother with it again.

—

Of course, where Bitty can’t say no to sweet old ladies, Derek apparently can’t say no to Bitty and his big pleading eyes. So when he calls again on Wednesday night—talking so quickly that the words blend together—Derek ends up right back at the market with the books.

The Thursday crowd is calmer than they had been on Saturday, which is both a blessing and a curse. It means Derek’s not on his feet the entire time, but there’s only so much people-watching he can do before he goes crazy. It’s basically inevitable that he picks up the nearest book, despite its god-awful cover, and starts reading.

And reading.

He has to set it down every few pages to smile charmingly at people wandering by and make small talk—no, he’s not the baker, that’s a friend of his … oh yes, everything from scratch, you wanted gluten-free? Right over there in the blue boxes—and it's during one of those conversations that he hits on an idea. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice to spend a quiet afternoon reading and eating pie?” a woman asks her friend as Derek loads up a paper bag with her purchases. 

“Feel free to take as many as you want,” he says, and watches as she reaches towards the pile and hesitates.

“They don’t really look like my thing, but thanks,” she says. They leave without another word and he hardly sees them go. They didn’t look like his thing either, but the one he’d picked up was good, and—

It doesn’t take much to rip a paper bag in half and rustle up a tape dispenser and marker from Bitty’s supply bag. He spends a few free minutes sorting through the books on the table, setting aside a few that look promising, and then googles reviews on his phone as he wraps them up. All it takes is writing a few generic, key phrases on the paper before he scatters them carefully throughout the boxes of pies and sits back in his seat.

The books fly off the table after that, so quickly that Derek’s previously chill afternoon is now spent feverishly wrapping in between schmoozing and doing the job Bitty is paying him in baked goods to do. Closing comes as a relief this time for a different reason, and he’s just starting to pack the remaining books back into boxes when a shadow falls over the table.

“No more blackberry?” someone asks, and Derek almost snorts. He’s been out of pies for nearly an hour, he’d only stayed to get rid of some more of the books. 

“Sorry man,” he says, glancing up—a mistake. Derek’s always been a sucker for redheads, and the setting sun has cast a glow that makes his hair shine nearly golden. “No more anything.”

The man’s face falls, and Derek’s heart along with it. 

“Come back next week, I’ll make sure you get one,” he says before he can stop to think about all the things wrong with that sentence, starting with the fact he won’t be there. 

The guy’s fingers trail over one of the wrapped books Derek hadn’t yet put away. “Magical realism,” he says, sounding amused and more than a little dismissive. “Never really got the point.”

Derek straightens up at that and looks across the almost-empty table. “Sounds like you haven’t read any,” he says, and reaches over to push the book closer with two fingers. “Should try it before you make up your mind.”

The man grins at him, crooked but sure. “Too late for that.”

—

The next Thursday morning finds Derek wishing he’d never been born as he listens to Bitty repeat every word of their conversation to Jack, only to come back on the line to say, “You can come along, Sugar, but this I’ve got to see.”

A few more minutes of cajoling Bitty gets him nowhere, and, already resigned to his fate, he fires off a text to Jack. 

I’ll give you $20 if you convince him to stay home.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to respond. This is excessive, especially for you.

The day is nice, at least, and Bitty running his own booth does mean that Derek is kept well fed and can hide behind his laptop screen. He’s writing in the sense that he deletes two out of every three sentences he comes up with but it’s more than he’s produced in the last month, so he’ll take it. He’d definitely be more productive elsewhere, but being elsewhere would mean that he couldn’t glance up and down the street every forty-five seconds hoping to catch a glimpse of bright red hair, so he stays. The constant tapping at the keys earns him proud looks from Bitty, who seems to think he’s getting much more done than he really is. 

Derek doesn’t dissuade him of that notion.

It figures that the man he’s been idly thinking about all week comes up at the exact time that Derek’s zoned in, fingers punching out sentences he’ll no doubt hate the next day. It takes Bitty poking his shoulder to realize it, blinking at the slight disorientation of the sun being in a completely different spot than he remembered—shining right into his eyes—and being addressed with a question.

“—says you saved him a blackberry pie?”

Bitty’s blinking in a manner that is likely supposed to look innocent and misses it by a mile. He knows perfectly well the pie in question is resting in a bag at Derek’s feet, because he’d put it there himself. 

Derek stares back at him. If Bitty’s going to insist on intervening, Derek’s not going to make it easy for him.

“For heaven’s—” Bitty mutters, and turns a sparkling smile on the man as he reaches down. “Sorry, Will. Derek just gets so focused sometimes, it’s like he’s on another planet. You know how writers are.”

“I really don’t,” the man—Will—says, but he’s grinning as he looks at Derek. “Thanks for saving that for me. My shift ends too late for me to get over here any earlier.”

“All good,” Derek says. His back, which has not appreciated the last several hours molded to a metal folding chair, chooses that second to twinge. He shifts and stretches, and catches Will’s eyes dropping to his torso as he does. “I saved you something else, too.”

Bitty had given up on giving away the books—Derek was mostly certain that was Jack’s doing—but he’d had brought what he’d needed along. He takes the immaculately wrapped book out of his backpack and passes it over, forcing himself to keep a straight face as Will’s eyes scan the bullet points. Sword fights, he’d written at the top, followed by patricide and descriptions of food so good that you’ll need at least five snacks while you read.

Magical realism had been conveniently left out.

Will grins, his shoulders shaking with a short laugh. “I’m not much of a reader.”

That’s—almost a deal-breaker, and Bitty seems to know it by the way he jolts into action. “Five snacks—well, you’ve already got the pie but I’ve got some of these cookies I’ve been testing, they’re missing a little something but I haven’t figured out what. Take some and come back next week and tell me what you think. And if you go to Justin over there—he’s got the best salsa, just tell him Eric sent you and he’ll toss in some chips. Derek, sugar, would you go get the peaches that Chris is holding for me and start loading them in my car?”

He looks over at Will—already biting into one of the cookies Bitty had almost thrown at him—and winks. “Enjoy.”

The reader comment can be forgiven by the way two identical patches of red immediately bloom on Will’s cheeks.

—

It takes just a few days for Derek to get a text from an unknown number on his phone.

Still isn’t my thing.

You read until the end, Derek writes back. He’d written his number on the fifth to last page—just far enough from the end that it probably wouldn’t be seen if someone was just flipping through.

Only because I kept expecting it to get better.

He taps the back of his phone, ignoring how Jack jostles him when he squeezes his way onto the couch, tossing a bag of chips down on the coffee table as the theme to Hockey Night in Canada plays. We can hit up the bookstore, he finally types in. I’ll find something you like. Cornerstone, Thursday at 7.

Three dots appear and disappear so often that Derek is sure Will is trying to find a polite way to turn him down. What he gets instead, however, is—It’s a date.

--

(And they lived happily ever after the end)

[scouped]

DID SOMEONE SAY FAV SVT PERFORMANCES!!!!!! omg hii ok time to buckle in. i have a yt playlist full of my fav performances - svt moments of all time -but unfortunately half the videos have been taken down bc copyright 😭💔 fml truly..

- my life was probably changed forever by their 2021 AAA performance like hello!!! rock ver of rwy!!!!! the anyone outfits!!! THE DANCE BREAK!!!

- 2018 japan arena tour - habit and when i grow up perhaps the best singing ive ever heard…

- im also so fond of hit song - shining diamonds concert the seungkwan vocals oh my goddd hes just a baby And yet the most beautiful heartwrenching noises are escaping him.

- i also do really love highlight from 2019 kcon la performance unit PERFORMED!

- speaking of perf u their diamond edge concert !the theatrics are INSANE, the use of guitar solo instrumentals is gratuitous, and im SO here for it lmao

- this is getting really perf u heavy but bets moonwalker+wave is TOOO good (this specific video’s crowd is so funny 😭😭😭)

- okay okay last ones we of course cannot leave out jbtc fearless+left&right 2021 despite it being an empty crowd their energy was IMMACULATE plus hoshi minghao and dino/vernon dance break What more could u need seriously.

- kbs 2017 festival JUN PIANO! no more needed

stopping myself here before this really becomes a daunting wall of text 😭 a lot of these r classics/well known but u know u can never go wrong with those!!

if u got this far im soo sorry turns out this is a huge can of worms for me (nervous laughter) ! there are honestly hundreds of svt performances icould talk about for dayyyyyys i love love love their performances they are so SO unmatched in that area and even through a screen they are so captivating <3 what i would give to one day attend a svt concert……… alright thanks for letting me ramble maxogie 😭���️hoping all those links work

OH MY GOD LEO i love this so so much pls know i appreciate u sending all this 😭 its like u read my mind!!!!!!

the 2021 aaa performance is sooo good. i also always watch the behind the scenes of that (that one's in my comfort playlist lolll)

that japan arena tour... im so mad i still havent found a full copy of it i wanna watch it so bad 😭 they all sound immaculate as always but WOW JEONGHAN SOUNDS FUCKING AMAZING

cried a little at the hit song mention. u think they still know this song?

I LOVE A PFU STAGE AHHHH !!!!!! this particular highlight stage was so good to watch bc theyre at the center of the stadium and you can hear the crowd singing>!?!??!?! and im a sucker for a dance break. instant addition to my live perf playlist

be the sun pfu stage is the bane of my existence. thats probably my most watched stage of all time. theres this stage mix of junhui during wave that is top 1 in my live perf playlist and i recommend u watch it

OH MANNN how could i have forgotten jbtc 2021 !!! we need to bring theaterteen back let them be dramatic again PLEASE

kbs 2017 is also woozi drums!!!! i wish there were subs of that video :( i wanna know what theyre yapping about

thank u again for doing this i love talking about seventeen's music so much 😭 i saved that playlist if you dont mind <3

tell me your favorite seventeen live performance

[wildflowerteas]

part 2 of the live reactions. hello. what the fuck. someone get me a padded room

KOUYOUUU!!!! I had so much fun showing the very start of Kouyou and Yosano's friendship and eventual relationship with that super short scene at the Double Black. just a reminder that skk and sskk aren't the center of the universe, no matter the story. the lives of the characters that don't get screen time or physical evidence are just as complex and affected by the happenings. for better or for worse.

shirayuki-chan is Kyouka! that's not a huge spoiler, and she'll be making an appearance quite soon, so I'll just let you guys in on what I have planned anyway. 1962 was the last year it snowed in L.A. ( though it was only a trace ), and I'll be going into it in more detail later, but it's the year Yosano found Kyouka abandoned by her parents ( and it would make her 18 in 1978 ).

"Side pairing" means NOTHING to me you're so right. PINK IN THE NIGHT 😭😭😭

I won't say anything so that I can't perjure myself. But Margaret is the only lawyer mentioned so far, and there's only one client of hers with the gall to go up against the Mori Marine transport corporation ( I wonder why? )

Something I shamelessly do when Atsushi is having conversations with people from the 50s timeline is I make him seem more knowing/in-tune with them ( to the point that I exclude the reader sometimes ) because he's got Dazaism to guide him lol

can't sneak any flower symbolism past you guys i need to start getting creative

from beloved nyxi's comment ^ i knew the kousano scene and a lot of the lines from it would get screenshotted ( i shamelessly wrote it with you guys in mind ). glad to see they hit their mark.

every time dazai arrives to a scene i quickly become homophobic. i do not like that man.

all i'm going to say about Sigma is that they've been shot in front of atsushi in canon, and I've had the desire to recreate that scene in TSP since the moment I wrote their meeting at Tycheron.

THE DEAD/ALIVE CHARACTERS THING IS SOOOO NEAT OMG. fanfic meta . . . also funny that you should bring up Amy Winehouse . . . "we only said goodbye with words" . . ..

ALSO WHAT THE FUCK? noticing the shift from Dazai's initial thoughts about goldman to this speculation that he may have tried to save her??? YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY.

as always i am blown away by the details noticed. and just so so grateful. also so glad that tsp sunday Mondays are back. as stressful as they can be, by Wednesday I'm missing writing and plotting and planning and thinking about soukoku and hazy Los Angeles.

i think 'what the fuck' is an apt reaction to this chapter as a whole. i was definitely whispering it to myself the entire time i was writing.

[superherotiger]

hi im back because i keep thinking about a specific scene from xmen apocalypse and ive annoyed all my non dadneto friends too much already. so ive never seen anyone on tumblr talk about this (tho maybe i just missed it) but theres a part after charles has been kidnapped where hes pleading with erik to help. and erik says something like "whatever you saw in me died, along with my family" and theres an immediate scene change after that to peter and co trapped with stryker. but the way the scene is framed, peter is in the dead center of the shot. like everyone is circled around him and hes DEAD center. and i refuse to believe that wasnt completely intentional to have erik just saying all his good died with his family- only to cut to a family member that is very much alive. anyway we were robbed of the dadneto reveal have a nice day

OMG OMG OMG TRUST ME YOU’RE NOT ALONE I SCREAM ABOUT THIS EVERY TIME I WATCH APOCALYPSE LIKE AHHHHHH!!! It’s the immediate cut to Peter IN THE CENTRE OF THE SCREEN that gets me bro. Like ERIK ITS OKAY YOUR FAMILY ISN’T DEAD THERE IS STILL GOOD IN YOU AHHHHHHH!!!!

You’re so right, I’m forever thinking about how we were robbed of a Dadneto reveal 😭😭😭

If you’re ever in need of a canon Dadneto reveal though, go watch the episode ‘Family Ties’ from X-Men (1992) because it’s PEAK content!! (Also there’s a Dadneto hug in that show in the season 5 premiere ‘The Phalanx Covenant’ which GIVES ME LIFE!) Those writers really knew what we wanted, unlike the movie writers 😩

Have an amazing day!

-Superherotiger

[topnotchquark]

hello omg would you be willing to expand your thoughts a little on the throwaway shah rukh x south asia tag on the manipulative hurt/comfort post because i dooo get it a little bit as someone who grew up in an india where he had almost as much sway over the masses as any political figure (also would you agree that he no longer has that kind of social capital as he once did, with how the country has increasingly given in to the ruling party’s political manipulation, esp vis à vis the. well. communal rhetoric)

I think again this is v similar to what I said about Vale! I wasn't an Shah Rukh girl growing up, his deal didn't really appeal to me but I think it has made more sense to me with time. But there is a reason he is one of India's last true superstars. I think the post bacchan era where cinema halls were more ubiquitous and going to the movies became a bit more democratised he was truly able to produce some emotionally intense and tasteful work when films were becoming bigger cash grab opportunities and quality was going down the drain. SRK's real gift (quite like Vale) is that he's simply too sharp but with a real emotional vulnerability at the center. He got his start with Delhi's theater scene and carried those chops and that honest sentimentality to the screen in a way idt anyone else has since. And that's really what's at his core, he is incredibly smart, he knows he wants to be loved and he has done what he could to get that publicly, there is an honesty to him that I can appreciate.

And you're right he did hold some political sway at some point because he signified the kind of diversity the country was okay accepting pre 2014. A Muslim man who privately but steadfastly holds his faith and married a Hindu woman. The idea of a person like this would cause many people to short circuit in the current age. Imo srk still tries to bring some of the tolerant values back but we are a bit too fargone in what we have become. I don't look to srk as my political messiah tho, and he has never wanted to be one (imo), so I guess there is not much to be done there.

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

ur tags on the one post PLS share some of ur wayne analysis if you’d like

I covered the fact Wayne represents the Frogs' logos (with Emma being the pathos but I'm still trying to decide who's ethos. Bowie? Julia? Julia misquotes the Dalai Lama and talks about goddesses and crystals, so probably her?) but it's really noticeable how malleable a person Wayne is. In Ep04, while he sets himself up for being on the offense with Raj, Bowie, and why-ever they brought MK along, when it was obvious they were better off defending, he was like. defense it is. As he is a sports boy, it'd be assumed he's only good at one position (as most goalies couldn't just become a center fielder as a sub, since they don't train for the same things), especially a less "glamourous" position such as defense (in reality it does not matter, but people pretend offense players are better) He's an exceptionally good sport, which is not something we can say about all the other sports-based/jock TD characters.

It's also to note that Wayne is the first person on the team to call out MK on being a bad team player. Wayne doesn't usually look mad, but he did NOT look happy at MK refusing to huddle up and suggest there's no reason to think strategy. He's completely ok with Emma taking over and picking roles tho, so he's pretty damn comfortable with not always being the leader (as noted with Ep02, where he adapts to Emma's plan. have I mentioned those two are such team leaders for the Frogs? A million times? Oh sorry)

There's a notable subversion with their paired identities for Wayne and Raj. Wayne is the captain, while Raj is [one of the] alternate captain[s]. Essentially, Raj is Wayne's vice president. However, Wayne is a lot more reliant on Raj, than their team identities are. Throughout the season, Wayne asks Raj's opinion on everything (notably in Ep01, as one of his first defining characterizations), but Raj doesn't as often do the same. In Ep06, Raj is the one to immediately leave the catapult, while Wayne made no motion to be the one to separate themselves. He also didn't comment on Bowie calling the two of them in their "cozy", (which Raj defends, saying they're teammates, so) because that sort of attachment is so normal to Wayne he doesn't feel a need to react to people commenting on it, while Raj does. In Ep03, Wayne receives a [long] pep talk from Raj, but Raj never needed one himself going first of Emma's suggestion (or it happened off screen, but like, if it did there'd be the time for a joke where someone says "WE ALREADY DID THIS"). And also the bit in Ep06 where Raj explains Wayne has a way too stressed face when pooping (note: Raj?)

There's also the long-running plot point where Wayne is pretty concerned with what Raj thinks of him, afraid that Raj is afraid he's homo/biphobic, and that's the driving reason that Raj didn't come out to him like. Immediately. The fear of "well he tells me everything, if he won't tell me this, it's clearly something I did", but due to the 13 episode time limit of the show, Wayne didn't have time to make this insecurity about him and was just increasingly unsubtle, never really trying to force him out.

I know it's super easy and super fun to reduce the two to "omg sports himbos <3" but Wayne's got some emotional intelligence on him, and he is not a carbon copy of Raj, and it's much more than just the lack of a gay love interest. He'll always take the role of leader, but if someone else has a successful idea, he'll hop down and let them take the wheel. Paired with his leadership, friendly attitude, and general respect for everyone around him (not to Keith tho) I can see him making finale a lot more than I can see Raj making finale.

I think having the boys on separate teams and having Raj leave pre-merge could be really impactful. Wayne waits at the cabin for Raj to come back and tell him who left, but he just... never returns. Wayne wasn't at the ceremony, so he didn't even get to say goodbye. Wayne wants to throw the challenge but someone (Emma, Bowie, Julia, etc) tells him to snap out of it because Raj would be furious Wayne gave up on himself. And Wayne has to pick himself up off the ground and win for Raj. Like the Katie and Sadie micro-arc, except give Wayne more time to suffer within himself before being told to stop, as well as not axe him with no actual development. I think that kind of emotional rupture could change my brain chemistry.

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Honestly what does give me a little comfort in kind of a messed up way is the fact that us sapphics aren't exactly alone-they pretty much screwed over EVERY minority lmao: Nate's storyline wasn't really explored and mostly centered around his relationship with Jade, Keeley could have had a whole fish out of water storyline like Ted about winning over her coworkers but instead the focused on her relationship drama, completely wasted Edwin and Shandy's potential for cheap laughs, gave a half assed attempt at writing Sam's storyline only to call him literally getting hate crimed a "big whoop" and never address it again, never actually giving Dani a storyline, like the list goes on and on XD its honestly kind of impressive how they managed to lowkey tear down their entire legacy Omg if you can edit your reddit post you should also mention how the only other sapphic character on the entire show is that creepy dog breeder..

This is so true. It feels like they dropped the ball for every single minority character and the longer you think about it the worse it gets.

Let’s talk Nate for a second because his whole storyline really baffles me. They had him coaching at Westham, and then they had him quit (or was he fired?) from Westham OFF SCREEN? And then suddenly an episode later he’s back as the assistant kitman for Richmond? I’ll never understand why these writers were so dead set on him coming back to Richmond, all so he could just fade into the background. And while I do believe the whole kit man decision was a temporary one, and that going forward they made him a coach again, I don’t like the implication that he worked through his issues this whole season to just end up back where he was. There’s no reason Nate couldn’t have gone off and gotten another coaching job at another team! He’s still the Wonder Kid, clearly has mad skills and credibility, you can’t tell me there isn’t a team who would have wanted him! I understand he had to return to Richmond briefly to have closure and make his apologies, but then he could’ve gone off to coach elsewhere and continued to spread the Lasso Way and change the lives of other people! We didn’t need him at Richmond when basically all the work has already been done. I wish they would’ve given me any indication that he’d really been impacted by this whole arc he went through & then gone off to be the change he wanted to see in the world.

Keeley’s whole storyline being about Jack & the business was such a waste of Juno Temple’s amazing acting, and an underutilization of the fan favorite character we know and love. Most everything about her seemed so off this season? And as you pointed out, she really didn’t even become Miss Independent until the very end when Rebecca took over financing and she was able to make decisions about her own business finally. I would’ve much rather they had Rebecca funding it from the start (or at least earlier in the season) so we could have seen her adventures and misadventures through running her own company that didn’t have anything to do with her messy, exploitative relationship with Jack.

The way I feel about them trying to tackle racism with Sam’s storyline is the same way I feel about them trying to tackle homophobia with Colin’s. If you’re gonna half ass it, don’t do it at all. And they certainly didn’t put half the amount of time and effort they needed to into thinking up how to properly handle Sam’s storyline. We went through the whole hate crime that was never addressed again. And then we had this big problem with Edwin in the final episodes where he was like “I’m going to destroy your entire life and you’ll never make money with the restaurant and you’ll never play for the National team.” And then that was just NEVER addressed again?? Not even a throwaway line about Rebecca taking care of it or something?? He was suddenly playing on the Team and the only explanation we were given from Brendan during the AMA was that it was due to ‘national outcry’ like give me a break. Not to mention we never saw Simi again and so we never got to see if she and Sam ended up together. We were sort of just left to infer that everything worked out for Sam, and that just doesn’t work for me.

Poor Dani Rojas was doomed to be nothing more than a joke from the very start. He deserved more, but at the same time I’m almost glad they didn’t give him more because the storylines this season were awful.

So yeah, feels like all of the minorities on the show lost. I don’t know how the writers managed to do this in so little time, but you’re right it is really impressive.