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meep-meep-richie · 10 months ago
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i will never stop talking about how perfect Tommy is T_T
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drrav3nb · 7 months ago
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AYO EDEBIRI as Sydney Adamu WILL POULTER as Luca THE BEAR SEASON 3 | Episode 10 - Forever
Are you close? Yeah. Kind of best friends and kind of lost touch, so. It's nice to reconnect. Yeah, especially when it literally is like a best friend that you saw every day of your life and you kinda went through this sort of battle together.
Bonus:
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14dayswithyou · 6 months ago
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💖 DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖
Hiya Angels!! ^^ Here are some of the Out Of Context™ screenshots I recently shared with the 14DWY Discord boosters... Who also have early access to Day 4 as of right now!
So if you'd like to skip the wait and go on that aquarium outing with [01010111 01101000 01101111 00111111] right now, feel free to join the Discord community and boost the server! Otherwise, keep checking Tumblr and Twitter for more updates and screenshots ^^
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ruporas · 1 year ago
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vw sketches (id in alt)
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nanihirunkits · 2 months ago
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"Actually, at first, I couldn’t really picture how it would work, but after they got into their characters, I feel like everything just blends perfectly together, and they’re adorable together."
THAMEPO | SPECIAL
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secriden · 1 month ago
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*screams very quietly* Something oh so very tender soft about Fadel drinking himself tipsy-drunk in episode 5 to enable himself to let go of his control and lay himself on his back for Style to make him come undone vs Style drinking himself tipsy-drunk in episode 1 to gather the audacity to pull Fadel flush against him and lay himself back against the bench for Fadel to callously fuck his frustrations out on him.
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It's the way Fadel is drinking to let himself go for Style but Style was drinking to force Fadel into frustrated action.
It's the way neither of them were interested in opening up to the other person in episode 1, the way they are purely concerned with their own very separate goals, and the way episode 5 was a coming together of a mutual desire for a deeper and more honest connection.
It's the way Style was utterly selfish in episode 1 and how careful and tender and achingly selfless he is in episode 5.
It's the way their actions may look the same on the surface, but the motivations and the context and the way they now know some of the most intimate and tender spaces of each other's hearts now, that makes their growth and journey so very evident.
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bluastro-yellow · 1 year ago
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Kurvitz stresses that Kim doesn't actually have a character sheet hidden in Disco Elysium's code. Imagining that Lieutenant Kitsuragi has only one natural attribute point in Motorics helps the ZA/UM team to understand the depth of his character beyond what's referenced in the game's dialogue. "We just came up with this stuff for coherency," says Kurvitz. "And because we're nerds."
"I like to think Kim has a Thought Cabinet project called Revolutionary Aerostatic Brigades that he's worked on since he was a teenager," Kurvitz says. "This raises the learning caps for his Reaction Speed and Interfacing."
Kim's high Volition skill makes him impervious to prying, Kurvitz says, as the detective can find out on occasions being met with Kim's brick-wall resolve. Kim often chastises these whims of the detective's, but will occasionally play along. The Lieutenant finds his new partner funny, says Kurvitz.
Kim is naturally shit at Motorics and thinks Harry is funny source
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merakiui · 20 days ago
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that squid game "smile!" meme, but it's riddle.
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azulsejos · 1 year ago
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s2 + golbetty centric episode prayer circle 🍎💝
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iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight · 3 months ago
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tennis
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greenleaf4stuff · 3 months ago
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Celebrimbor: Sense has chased you your entire life, but you are faster.
Annatar: ...
(source: x)
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helixcraft · 6 months ago
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the fish that keeps appearing all over my recommended only that he's out of jail and happy
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thatstomorrowsproblem · 6 months ago
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DPxDC A Boy and His Pit Demon
Danny 
The world was green, green, green. Green beans, bean soup, Soup Time. Soupy, soupy Soup Time. 
Would Soup Time hurt now? 
Most things hurt now, because he was broken, broken, broken, but not the green. Green, green, green. 
Green isle, green sky, green eye, green soup. 
He paused. 
Green, green soup. He liked green, and he liked soup, but maybe he didn’t like green soup. 
“No eggs, just soup. I am not Sam, I am not.” He giggled quietly at the thought of amethyst eyes encircled with black and purple paint and approached the lake of green. 
It smelled like Soup had been left out in the sun to rot.
“Hot rot, hot rot.”  
He laid a clawed hand over his icy chest. Food was mean. Sometimes, food fought back. 
Food fights, fighting food, union fight, fighting Soup? Hot-rot green soup. 
He was so hungry, but hot was bad.  
Ice core, hot sore, hot-rot soup. 
He was already so broken, broken, broken, and green was good. 
The hot-rot soup was hot, and he was ice, but it wasn’t fighting back, and it might be nice. 
What did he have to lose? Lost friends, lost home, lost mind, lost all, found Soup. 
He liked green. 
He hummed happily before diving headfirst into a pit of rancid, fetid ectoplasm leaving the Infinite Realms behind. 
Damian 
Damian was nine years old, but that wouldn’t stop him from being the best the League had ever seen. 
He was almost there already, of course. 
He’d even won a fight against his mother once.  
Of course, Damian had set many traps on the battlefield in advance, but it was only proper to use every tool that one had on hand. 
Damian moved smoothly through his training stances, clearing his mind of all thoughts except executing his actions flawlessly. 
He had perfected them years ago, of course. He was not a baby, and he’d been practicing with the blade since he was four. It was important to keep all of your weapons, sharp, however, and ones own skills are the most valuable weapons. 
He often practiced near his grandfather’s pools.  
It was a place where few had permission to go unless accompanying his grandfather, after all, and the soft green glow was pleasant to be near. 
It could be dangerous, of course, but Damian was not so foolish as to risk falling in while healthy. 
A sound caught Damian’s attention, breaking him out of his fluid routine. 
His head whipped towards the Lazarus Waters which had begin to froth and bubble violently. 
Damian had never seen such a reaction before, but he’d heard from others what it meant. 
Rarely, perhaps once every five decades or so, a demon would rise from the pits. 
There was nothing even the best trained assassin could do against them. 
They were strong, fast, unkillable, and the only thing you could do if one set its sights on you was pray for a quick death. 
Damian straightened his spine and squared his shoulders, readying his blade. If he were to die, he would do so with his pride and strength in place. 
He only had to wait a few moments before a nightmarish head rose from the boiling pool. 
It was blacker than night, seeming to suck the luminescence from the waters around it. Its eyes were slitted, with sclera the same toxic green as the pool’s waters. Its mouth was a nightmare of serrated fangs bared in the parody of a smile. 
Damian raised his chin defiantly to death. “You do not belong here. These are my grandfather’s pools.” 
The demon’s head tilted far past what any human would be capable of, and it let out a low, static-filled hiss. “Hungry, hungry. Play, play?” 
Damian gritted his teeth. He had never heard of a pit demon ever speaking before, and the thought of it wanting to play with its food before it ate him brought him nothing but anger. 
If he were to die, he was going to do so with dignity. 
Damian sniffed. “No. One does not play with their food.” 
The creature let out another awful sound like lightning or a windstorm before its gruesome maw stretched even wider. “Fight food.” 
Damian took a deep breath before he let it our slowly and pointed his sword at the creature. “Then let us fight.” 
The creature rose slowly from the water, revealing a small, thin body, but Damian knew that size mattered little when it came to the power of a pit demon.  
It was almost human in the same way that his mother could be called almost nice. 
It had a head, a body, two arms, and two legs. 
However, its limbs were too long. Each of its hands had five skeletal fingers each ending in a razor-sharp blade. Its thin legs had an extra joint, and its stance hurt Damian’s spine just to look at as it floated above the pool dripping toxic water that could kill or poison the living. 
“Fight,” it growled in a voice filled with the cackle of a broken League communicator. 
It did not try and dodge or evade as it spend towards him, claws outstretched, and Damian thought he might get at least one good hit in before he died. 
Damian’s blow struck true, right at the demon’s center of mass, but it didn’t slow its momentum in the slightest, and Damian barely had time to get out of its reach before its claws could impale him. 
He spun quickly, keeping the creature in his sights as it turned on the ground, back arching like a cat about to pounce. 
There was no wound where Damian’s blade had struck, only smooth black skin, darker than night. 
Damian growled. 
It was still playing with him. Still making a fool of Damian, even in his last moments of life. 
Damian shrieked, darting forward and aiming a blade at the pit demon’s heels. 
If he could injure it somewhere delicate, maybe it would retreat back into the waters. 
The monster laughed, unnaturally twisting its legs out of reach and back into the air without a thought for the limitations of gravity or basic anatomy. 
Damian pivoted, slicing upwards at the beast’s exposed face, but the being only caught the sword in its bare hand. 
Damian had a solid grip on his sword. 
One of the first things he’d learned, mastered before the age of five, was how to keep a firm grip on his weapon while maintaining enough flexibility for rapid movement. 
The moment the creature wrapped his hand around the weapon, however, it was as if his favorite blade was as insubstantial as a cloud, and it went through Damian’s hand in an instant. 
The demon laughed its monstrous laugh again, tossing the beautifully forged custom blade behind itself as if it were a common stick. 
Damian knew he would die from the second he’d seen the pit demon emerge, but it was worse to know how insignificant of a threat he posed. 
With a flick of his wrist, he unsheathed and threw a poisoned dagger at the creature. It whizzed between its eyes, and the creature turned its sharp smile to watch the blade sail away. 
It wasn’t fair! 
The creature dropped to the ground in front of Damian, assuming the deplorable fighting stance of a seasoned street brawler, and Damian brought his own fists up at the ready. 
If this monster was going to toy with him like a cat with a mouse, if it liked to play with its food, Damian would be sure to win at least one game. 
The pit demon was even smaller on the ground, barely reaching Damian’s own chest, and Damian grinned savagely. 
He never got the chance to fight someone smaller than himself. 
In a quick movement, Damian darted forward, aiming a blow at the demon’s shoulder. 
Damian wasn’t sure what surprised him more, the fact that his attack had landed, or the fact that the creature hadn’t moved a single centimeter from the force. 
Damian ignored the stinging in his fist and decided to count it as a win. He’d never heard of anyone ever landing even a glancing blow against a pit demon, not even when a dozen of Grandfather’s best had been fighting one together. 
The demon threw a half-trained punch at Damian, and he stepped to the side to grab its wrist, hoping he could use the momentum against it and throw it to the ground, but his hand passed through the creatures arm as if it wasn’t there at all. 
With the distraction, Damian almost didn’t notice its other hand whipping out, and Damian could do nothing as the monster hit his diaphragm with enough force to knock the air from his lungs and send him tumbling backward to the ground. 
He heaved in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the killing blow to land. 
He had fought well and landed a hit against the untouchable. 
A soft weight settled against his chest, and Damian’s eyes flew open. 
The pit demon had settled on top of his chest. “Brave, brave, boy. Fights well, so young. Good fight.” 
Damian shuttered at the being's sharp fangs so close to him, but tried to take pride in knowing that even a true pit demon thought him a worthy fighter. 
His mother and grandfather might never know, but Damian knew that he had done his position as Heir to the Demon proud. 
The creature moved its face toward Damian’s exposed throat, and he prayed for a swift death. 
The creature nuzzled the underside of his chin before growing limp and beginning to hum softly. 
Damian froze in confusion. 
The pit demon’s mass shifted, black body becoming almost like a liquid as it pooled around his neck and over his chest. “Good boy, good fight, like boy.” 
Damian knew he shouldn’t provoke the pit demon. He knew that. However, he had already played the monster’s game and wouldn’t sit passively until it decided it was ready. 
That was one indignity too far. 
“Are you not going to eat me now?” 
“Eat!” The pit demon screeched, purring hum coming to a sudden stop. “Fight food, fight boy, eat food, like boy. Boy fight, I fight, like boy, eat soup.” 
Damian swallowed. The pit demon spoke English, and Damian was fluent in the language. He was not as sure that the pit demon was fluent, however, with how little sense it was making. 
“In return for sparing my life, you would like soup?” Damian tried, furrowing his eyebrows. 
A hand reemerged from the black mass that was the pit demon, and a clawed finger pointed at the Lazarus Waters. “Ate Soup, green Soup. Sam I am not.” 
Damian didn’t know how not being named Samuel was related to drinking Lazarus Waters, but that was irrelevant to the small, absurd hope rising in his chest. “You are satiated after consuming my grandfather’s… soup, and you have no plans on eating me?” 
The demon wheezed out another crackling laugh and patted his cheek. “Funny boy, funny soup, like boy, keep boy.” 
Its sharp hand melted back into its body, and it resumed purring. 
Damian’s mind raced at the implications. 
He had fought a pit demon, he had landed a blow and impressed the creature, and it seemed that it planned on staying. 
Damian had– He had been the first to impress a demon with his fighting prowess, and he seemed to have won its loyalty. 
He had always known he was destined for greatness, of course, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this as a possibility. 
Damian laid a hand carefully on top of the purring monster on his chest. “If you are not Samuel, then what may I call you?” 
The demon rumbled and hummed, pressing itself into Damian’s hand. “I am P4NT0M, I am Dan, I am not Dan. I am Phantom. I am Danny.” 
Damian wrinkled his nose. Most of those names were unacceptable, but he supposed that he could make due. “Phantom, then. Welcome to Nanda Parbat. I am Damian al Ghul, grandson of Ra's al Ghul.” 
The creature purred more loudly, and Damian ran a hand along the monster’s cold brow. 
Damian grinned and sat up, cradling the black purring mass against his chest. 
He was Damian al Ghul, first of the League of Assassins to ever earn the respect of a Pit Demon. 
He would also be the first to tame a pit demon. 
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ducks-love-peas · 1 year ago
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yeah, erm, spelling - not their strong point.
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paruedraws · 2 months ago
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ATLA doodles
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secriden · 2 months ago
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*cracks knuckles* Okay lets talk about the elephant in the room: Style going to the support group for those who've suffered loss and telling what appears to be a fake story about losing his pet dog.
I'm going to point out a few things that I think provide a framework for Style's actions here. Not because I think it excuses what he did, but because I think a nuanced read is what the character deserves.
Point 1: An irresistible opportunity
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The subs put the "Support Group for Loss" on the image in the notebook, but I'm not sure there's anything to suggest that Style would've known that was what this image represents until he showed up and saw the sign on top of the door.
In episode 2, Bison says, "He plans everything down from years, months, weeks to days" and then tells Kant:
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So Style is literally just going to addresses/locations at given days and times, potentially not knowing what to expect. And as much as Fadel is certainly attending this meeting as a response to having that heartbreaking flashback (😭), this is also something he attends regularly and has planned to attend way in advance. So Style has no reason to think Fadel is attending this meeting because of a recent resurfacing of his pain.
What we, the audience, and what the characters know are very different things.
Now, should Style have turned his cute ass right around once he realised what this meeting was? Of course he should. But that wouldn't have been true to Style's character. We've been told by his best friend that he is "crazy" and been shown repeatedly that he lives right up to that description.
Style is impulsive. He's all base instinct and he acts on his desires without thought or contemplation. And by this point he is desperate for a deeper connection with Fadel. He's fascinated, captivated by the mystery that is Fadel and this is an excellent opportunity to finally see behind the wall Fadel so carefully maintains.
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When Style sees the sign above the door, Style looks at the notebook (which, again, shows nothing but people sitting in a circle with the words RISE UP) like he's just realising what it means. He then gets this amused, almost rueful look on his face (like he's thinking "am I really going to do this?") before it shifts to determination and he walks through the door.
(My soul for the ability to once again gif something because FUCK Dunk is doing SO MUCH in this show!!)
To Style, this is just too good of an opportunity to give up.
Because let's be real, Fadel is so clearly lying and hiding something:
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Fadel is shady as FUCK. He is simultaneously actually a really good cook (Style finally tries his burger so he knows, now), and also has the skills to work at a strip host club, and also can take on 3 guys in a fight, and also can break a man's arm with his thighs. Can you honestly blame Style for losing his mind just a little bit about wanting to get his hands on something, anything, to figure this man out?
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Style is being absolutely consistent in his persistence to understand Fadel. This isn't about the car or about finally 'winning' the fight (thank you @airenyah for giving such a detailed framework to understand what Style's been doing until this point) anymore. This is about Style wanting to know Fadel himself.
Point 2: The potential implications of the setting
Now, what might give us a bit of insight as to why Style is this way? I have a theory (albeit one that could prove to be very wrong, but hear me out). I think this whole entire show is set in what could potentially be quite a small town/suburb.
There's a few things that make this theory plausible:
(1) Fadel and Bison are in hiding after Bison blew their previous cover. They're probably on the run from some section of the authorities and so it makes sense to settle in a quiet/out of the way place.
(2) Style seems to be really familiar with the people in the area. Like he grew up there and its the kind of small town where everyone knows everyone and everyone is in everyone else's business.
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(3) Style is clearly the darling of the market aunties and uncles.
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Style just lost her a sale and potentially a loyal customer, and she's still rooting for him? In episode 2, when Style asks the uncle to let him borrow his cart, it takes nothing but his word for the uncle to give Style his entire cart of produce for his ridiculous scheme.
Style is so clearly someone they all know well and have great affection for, and a very plausible explanation for this is that they all watched him grow up and the entire market (town/village) is fond of him.
And honestly?? Yeah, we see the way Style is actually quite sweet in that careless, guileless, thoughtless way. He goes the extra mile to fix his mistake with Fadel by replacing his car parts for free in episode 1. He helps out by taking orders in episode 2 without being asked and takes it seriously. In episode 3, he tries to drive more business to Fadel's store (bless him, he so clearly does NOT understand how restaurants work, but he MEANS well!!), and can we all acknowledge that it works?? He understands how to appeal to potential customers in the area because he knows the people there. It's not (entirely) his fault that Fadel wasn't remotely prepared for an actual rush crowd and Bison was off getting kinky with Kant and not doing his (fake) job. He is so clear about not judging Fadel's host job and tries his hardest to help him (to absolutely NO effect, but still) when the 3 guys gang up on Fadel.
Style is so loved and more importantly so very loveable.
Point 3: What this could mean for Style's character
So, potentially, Style is someone who grew up in a small town, who has been well loved, potentially spoiled and coddled, but also very much kept within the confines of the narrow viewpoint that a quiet, country town places on you.
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It's in the way his dad scolds him as if he was still a child when he's at least in his mid to late 20s. It's in the way Style was so mad at Fadel for scolding him ("thanks for the lecture, dad"), like that hit a sore point for Style. It's in the way no one in the market takes him seriously; they're fond, but he's still a kid in their eyes. It's in the way he has an abundance of free time like he doesn't REALLY need to work at his dad's shop. It's in the way he sees Fadel beat 3 guys up with ease, starts wondering if Fadel is an assassin or a hitman, and is completely unfazed like he doesn't quite have a handle on reality.
It's in the way his best friend is a man who has no qualms about lying to him and putting his life in danger, and how Style seems to have no other friends or people (aside from his dad) in his life.
@wuxian-vs-wangji made a comment to me about Style being desperate for a meaningful connection, and I think she hit the nail on the head. Because along comes Fadel, a mysterious stranger with a suspiciously versatile set of skills who is also very hot and keeps giving Style these wonderfully complex reactions? Who sometimes wants nothing to do with Style, but at other times seems to be at war within himself about desperately wanting him? Who treats Style with anything but apathy?
This is catnip to Style; he never had any hope of resisting this.
Breaking news: Style is a complex and imperfect character...
Here's the thing, though: he was never going to try. The show has been incredibly upfront about who Style is as a person. Regardless of whether I'm correct about why he is this way (ie. that he is very much the product of the environment that didn't know how to handle a kid with Style's personality), episode 3 shouldn't have surprised anyone about Style. He's been incredibly consistent and true to himself.
He wants Fadel and he's "crazy" enough to go all in, no holds barred about it, and the Support Group was the biggest doorway to finally discovering something REAL about Fadel.
And its not just about sex or to prove his superiority anymore. Because if it was just that, then Style would have reacted very differently to their first time.
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In this scene, Style is pleased and evidently enjoying himself, but he isn't exuberant. He isn't overcome with joy. If anything, he was more happy and excited when Fadel let him help out in the diner (I mentioned this in the tags in this post too) than he was when Fadel is literally fucking him. He lets Fadel set the pace; barely moves to touch Fadel except to hold him close. Almost like he doesn't want to accidentally mess this up, like he's worried he'll take too much, so he'll take what Fadel gives him and no more (please appreciate @braceletofteeth's amazing tags on this post). For a character that has been so aggressively on the offensive, this is shocking until you realise that sleeping with Fadel - while it's a step in the right direction - isn't Style's end goal anymore.
And he makes that abundantly clear in this episode:
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Does Style even fully realise the weight of this desire? I doubt it. But I do believe that Style is in earnest. He doesn't fully understand his own feelings, but he also doesn't really care to either. All he knows is that he wants Fadel, wants his attention and his passion and his focus and his heart.
...but Style is also kind of, sort of, perfect.
Because he's exactly, precisely, breathtakingly exactly what Fadel needs.
Because Fadel is hurt and broken and bleeding inside. Because Fadel is barely holding it all together for Bison's sake, but has already given up hope for any true happiness for himself. Because Fadel can't trust anyone or anything in his life, when he's been used and used and used by the family who should've loved and cared and protected him.
Because it's going to take nothing short of this kind of unwavering, unshakable, uncomplicated determination to give Fadel even a chance of healing and opening his heart to love again.
#saw a post about style being one-dimensional and boring and I nearly had a breakdown because what are you TALKING about???#he's so perfectly messed up and terrible and unfiltered and WONDERFUL in all the wrong and right ways#and others have pointed out there's potentially even MORE to style's backstory because of the “coincidence” of Lilly meeting with#someone with the same name as the dog Style talks about in his story#listen the story telling in this show drives me inSANE in the best way and i'm baffled at some of the takes i'm seeing#can we at least... let his story play out maybe before dismissing or hating on Style?? its literally ONLY episode 3.#anyway yes its me your resident style apologist back to be unnecessarily emotional about style again#the heart killers#the heart killers the series#thk meta#style meta#hui talks thk#hui talks thai bl#style sattawat#fadelstyle#also FUCK ME dunk is just constantly serving every single episode and i've seen so many posts appreciating joong's acting (RIGHTLY SO!)#but not nearly enough love for the frankly INSANE performance dunk has been giving every single episode#i love him i love him I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OKAY T_T#dunk natachai#ALSO (not that this means i can speak for everyone in a similar circumstance)#but as someone who lost my father to cancer as a teenager i DO understand and relate to the FURY Fadel must have felt in ep 3#and i DO think style was wrong to have treated the situation so lightly#but like literally WHAT in this show sets up any expectation for style to have the emotional maturity to do that?#and also this doesn't make him an inherently bad person ACTUALLY#it makes him an idiot and needing to be taught the right way to respond to people who are grieving. but guess what; he's NOT ALONE??#because let me tell you the amount of times i wanted to punch FULL GROWN ADULTS for giving me “well meaning” platitudes at my dad's funeral#...but the thing is they DID mean well. they just didn't realise how hurtful their words were#and life is filled with imperfect people who make mistakes and part of our journey is learning from them and trying our best to be kind
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