#holy fuck holy fuck

[orishya-buyce]

For anyone who hasn’t seen it yet, this is the episode lineup for The Bad Batch S2

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I’m very interested in seeing what happens in The Solitary Clone, Metamorphosis, and Plan 99.

January 4th can’t come soon enough.

[aeolianblues]

DID YOU KNOW I COULD CLAIM THE DREAMER FROM THE DREAM?

I’ve finally heard the new Fontaines D.C. song. Instant favourite. A well named song! This line is killing me.

I should not be able to feel nostalgic for another man’s past. Yet there I am, in the room with them, they’re such good songwriters that I can feel the memories in the air. The video doesn’t help! The way you can see subtle mannerisms in little Tom, little Deego, little Curly; the way you can see little Grian and little Carlos’ aspirations through the years, buoying them through a life and love in music, in sport, in friendships and joy and all the things that keep them the lively and alive people they are today. Grian frolicking in a field, something I can point to the summer of 2020 and those lockdown performances where he recorded his vocals in a field of daffodils. The smiles, the singing, the football, the pool, everything. Christ it’s a nostalgic video.

‘Favourite’ is the uncovered fossil of a 50s radio station, it represents such happiness that it makes you uncomfortable; the song that welcomes you through the gates of heaven, and there’s a melancholy in that when you realise you’re no longer living.

—Grian Chatten

You’ve been my favourite for a long time…

[aajjks]

⚠️⚠️⚠️👀 she’s a CREEP

DHP!JK

“just stop crying, junseo” pleads sarang, who’s still pacing back and forth with the hollering infant. “shhh~ shhh~ mommy’s here” she whispers but junseo’s cries get louder.

“here, let me—,”

“NO!!!” sarang pulls junseo away from mi-cha’s arms. “he’s my baby. he’ll be fine. he just needs to get used to me” she continues bouncing junseo in her arms, but his cries don’t cease. “it’s okay~” sarang coos. “you’re just a crybaby like your papa” she kisses his cheeks repeatedly, and continues to lightly pat his butt as he cried. despite junseo’s discomfort, sarang is having the time of her life. she’s engraving junseo’s face in her memory: every wrinkle, every freckle, everything.

she brings his little hands to her lips and kisses them, a smile plastered on her face as she imagines jungkook walking in and kissing her head. he’d come home after a long day at work, massage her feet, help her with the baby, and they’d make love on every surface of the house.

she never wanted to kill ian, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. if it means sacrificing everyone and everything to have her happy ending for the family she’s always wanted, then she’ll gladly do it. even if it means eliminating her own child.

“here” sarang hands junseo to mi-cha. “where are you going?” sarang smirks. “just gonna look around”

she leaves the nursery and searches for their bedroom. sarang is impressed with how well you manage to keep a house this big squeaky clean. there’s not a stain or dust particle in sight and she’s sure jungkook likes that.

sarang roams the halls of the house before finding the bed where her beloved jungkook lays his head. she trails her fingers on the messy sheets before crawling on jungkook’s side and inhaling his pillow. “mmm~” she laughs when she sees little drool spots on the casing. “you must be so tired” she brings his pillow with her to his dresser and roams through it; finding his underwears, t-shirts, and his even roams through his jewelry box. she pockets a pair of his underwear and his earrings before coming up with a thrilling, yet sick idea to leave her mark.

she takes her pants and panties off and straddles his pillow. her pelvis gently grinding against it while whiffing his lavender-scented clothes. “jungkook~” she moans, her hips moving faster against the pillow staining it with her slick. she imagines jungkook walking in on her, angry that she touched herself without his permission.

“you’ve been such a bad girl~” he’d say, stalking closer before wrapping his tatted hand around her neck. “such a fucking slut, rubbing your pussy on my pillow” the sound of her moans reaches mi-cha who’s still trying her best to calm junseo.

“you gonna cum for me?”

“uh huh. yes daddy~ ‘m gonna c-cum for you”

her fingers tighten around her throat as she moves her hips faster until she reaches her climax. she pulls away from his pillow and flips it onto the other side. just thinking about the look on his face when he sees the gift she left for him is enough to make sarang smile.

~🫧

As he stands on the gravesite, standing in the cold rain, he is even more emotional, they didn’t decide to cremate him, but instead they settled for a burial.

Everyone is a mess, but he’s barely holding on since you are by his side, but it’s so hard to watch people look at him and his family with pity…

“He was so young…. So bright I can’t even imagine what his parents are going through right now and especially his wife and their child.”

The coffin goes lower and lower, jungkooks cries only get louder and louder, his mother is also wailing, crystal is barely conscious right now. Jaehan helps with lowering the coffin down with Jungkook who’s a red crying mess, on the other side stands eunwoo, also crying, and on the last end is Ian’s best friend.

“I-I love you so much hyung….. I love you.”

Jungkook dips his head low and kisses the coffin, one last time and it just keeps on raining so harshly. Jungkook cannot help but hug the coffin as he cries helplessly.

You don’t interrupt him, you let him cry, but it hurts even more once Jaehan breaks down. His pride is gone, and his joy is mad from grief.

Everyone starts crying witnessing the grief of a father, the family is in shambles.

The Jeon family will never recover from this grief.

“I love you so much, Hyung.” Jungkook hiccups, before he can say anything else, Jaehan climbs back up onto the ground.

Jungkook has to do the same, why can’t he stay here with his brother forever, just to make sure no one will ever hurt him like this again. Just to make he’s not alone?

He doesn’t climb back up, Jungkook simply shakes his head, his sanity slipping away slowly he just hugs the wet coffin tighter.

Eunwoo tries to get him back up but jungkook doesn’t move. He’s staring into the void. His father starts to scream at him to get back up but it’s all background noise to him.

He doesn’t want to leave his big brother alone, in this cold damp ground.

Jungkook keeps a strong protective hold on the coffin, as if shielding it. He failed to protect his brother and now he’s dead.

One day he will also fail to protect you and youll be in the hard cold ground too.

“J-Jungkook please! JUNGKOOK BABY PLEASE! C-Come back up to me.” Your voice seems to be the only sound he can comprehend, so he blinks when he hears the panic in your tone.

He looks up as the rain drops fall on his face, waking him up and he sees you standing up on the grave, holding your hand out for him to take.

He smiles, staring at you.

Reluctantly he leaves the coffin and takes your hand and you pull him out of the grave.

Breaths of relief can be heard around him but he can’t hear anything again as you tightly embrace him.

And that’s all it takes for Jungkook to break down in your arms again.

You’ve got him… you’ll never let him suffer alone.

•••

Driving back home, was too taxing for Jungkook so you’re driving once again in the dark night, he doesn’t speak, just stares ahead woth misty eyes.

It’s all too silent, you don’t disturb him though.

You’re letting him process his grief.

Once you’re both finally at home, you gently take Jungkooks hand and get him out of the car, you take his hand and guide him back into your home.

As you unlock the door, Jungkook just stands, crying his eyes out.

He’s not okay, his heart is burning.

You tug at his hand and lead him inside your home, and suddenly the lights are all too bright for him, so he hisses in pain.

You help him sit down on the couch, take off his damp coat and lean in to kiss his cheek, that helps him blink.

You then call out for Mi-Cha and he hears footsteps.

Jungkook blinks again, “y-yn… where’s junseo.” But before you can answer Mi-acha walks down the stairs, with junseo awake in her arms, because he can hear cooing.

Jungkook wipes his tears, and turns his head to look at junseo, his smile widens as you take him back into your arms, the baby coos again, happy to be reunited with his mommy.

Mi-Cha greets you and Jungkook. “Yn give him to me, please…” he requests, and you comply, walking over to the couch with Junseo in your arms as you kiss him.

Jungkook feels like someone is pouring cold water on his burning heart as you place junseo in his open arms.

Jungkook brings his tiny chubby body closer and kisses his plump cheeks. “mhmmm daddy missed his boy so so much.” Jungkook nuzzles his face into junseo’s cheek, sniffing his calming baby scent.

You’re busy talking to Mi-Cha and that’s when jungkooks smile falters the more he sniffs junseo’s calming scent.

This is not calming, Jungkook opens his eyes and they harden the more he gets a whiff of the scent.

It’s not junseo’s scent.

Jungkooks grip on junseo gets awfully tight, and the baby cries in pain. but jungkook doesn’t notice.

All he can smell is her scent on him.

His glare gets harder, colder. Something shifts inside his brain and his body is shaking with rage.

“SARANG WAS HERE!” Jungkook screams at the top of his lungs, junseo’s cries get louder and you gasp, snatching junseo away from his painful grip.

Mi-Cha gasps.

[blusical]

OH MY GOD BARRY

[sumarmz]

*insert every dirty song in existence*

[3416]

like i honest to god cannot fucking believe that.

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

HOLY SHIIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT FALLING TO MY KNEES IN THE PARKING LOT HOLY SHIIT

[lowshoulder]

*stumbles out of my room covered in blood* The new Kesha tracks are good

[are-we-really-doing-this]

1st date idea: We go to All Out 2023 dressed as Punk (me) and Tony (you) and I walk you around on a leash.

[synnthamonsugar]

DR. ANASTASIA BRAY SAVER OF HUMANKIND!!!!!!!!!!!

[lucky-dyse]

Tomorrow.

[shoetheshoeless]

[bpdshan]

holy fuck you’re evil

[chrisevansonly]

i might be seeing harry again in LITERALLY TWO MONTHS😭

[arieava]

THEY MADE IT TO DODGEBOLT

[quiveringdeer]

NANA SHIMURA !!!!!