#im hopeless

[oddaesthetin]

five jooyeons or one five-year old jooyeon — lee jooyeon

comfort (kinda) fluff (and a little self-indulgent as i had just finished watching an edit of the members answering that question and they wanted neither 😭👍)

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the room is dark, but with the soft glow of the mood lamp on the nightstand. the curtains are opened just enough to let in the faint, but colorful glimmers of lights from outside; with gentle wind rustling through the trees. their whispers are blending with the occasional buzz of cars that are passing by. it’s quiet but alive and kinda comforting— the kind of night that feels like it’s holding its breath.

you’re not sure how long you’ve been lying there, wrapped up in the warmth of your boyfriend. you sure are sleepy, but not quite there yet as your mind is still wandering around nonsensical thoughts.

"you smell good," he mumbles, his breath brushing against your shoulder as he shifts closer, his arm snaking around your waist. he always does this—burrowing into you like you’re his safe haven. their 3-day concert had just finished, and even though he’s awake, tiredness was evident in his voice.

you feel a small smile tug at your lips and lift a hand, your fingers tracing the length of his arm in response. the gesture is almost automatic.

"pookie?" his voice breaks the quiet, soft and playful.

you hum in acknowledgment, eyes still closed. the corners of your mouth twitching at the absurd nickname. it’s ridiculous, cringe even, but it’s so him that it still, for some reason, makes your chest celebrate in gentle glee.

"don’t leave me," he murmurs, the playful tone of his voice not entirely hiding the vulnerability beneath it.

you let the words settle in the dark for a moment. the city outside, although you’re a part of it, feels far away. like it’s only the two of you that exist in a tiny bubble.

"i’m pretty sure i won’t," you say finally, your voice quiet but sure.

"even when i get annoying?" he presses, and you can hear the grin in his words.

you let out a small laugh, your eyes still closed as you nuzzle deeper into the pillow. "i have a lot of patience," you reply with a tone so light but sincere.

another ticking of the clock’s hand passes before he spoke again. “okay, but what if you had to pick?"

you open one eye, glancing at him through the dim light. "pick what?"

"five jooyeons," he says dramatically as though this is a critical decision, "or one five-year-old jooyeon?"

you let out a short laugh. "what kind of question is that?"

"an important one," he insists, propping himself up on his elbow, his face nearing to yours. "five jooyeons. imagine it—five of me, lovesick for you, always telling you how good you smell, how beautiful you look.”

"or how annoying you are," you said while smirking.

he ignores you. "or… one tiny jooyeon. five years old. cute. chubby cheeks. absolutely helpless without you." he tilts his head like he’s selling the ultimate offer.

"hmm. i don’t know. five-year-old jooyeon sounds pretty cute, but that means i’d have to raise you."

"exactly! you’d get to mold me into the perfect man."

you snort. "tempting, but i think five jooyeons would be too much chaos. you’d all fight for attention, and i’d get no peace."

"rude. five jooyeons would adore you," he says, feigning offense.

"yeah, for about five minutes until one of you gets jealous," you tease. "besides, one jooyeon is more than enough for me."

he blinks, clearly caught off guard, before settling back down beside you, pulling you close again. "good answer," he murmurs, his voice softer now.

the silence returns, comfortable and warm, broken only by the quiet rustling of the wind outside. his grip tightens slightly with his breath becoming steady again.

"still," he says sleepily, "five-year-old me would’ve been adorable.”

you laugh quietly, your eyes drifting shut again. "goodnight, joo."

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© oddaesthetin 2024

just a quick and kinda random (the vid was on my recommendations page!) idea/thought. drafted this while watcjing tbbt

[monochrome-dundee]

Rating Walter's Faces

to my preference, because I'm bored and I wanna

The Original

What's not to love? 10/10. I absolutely love how he looks. He's like a mix between Boo Radley and Frankenstein. Grim to the bone with Crayola Red hair (that seems to be carrot orange or a mauve depending on the lighting. God I love the coloring in this freakin' book). A face to fit a haunted man--You poor, poor redheaded stepchild, you

2. Before Watchmen--Rorschach

7/10. While I really really dislike this depiction of his character, the art really is killer...TOO killer. He looks way too handsome! Sure, I chose a picture where he's all beat up...but just look at him! He's gorgeous! It's all wrong

3. Tom King's Rorschach Series

Girl who is this? 2/10

4. Before Watchmen--Nite Owl

10.8/10

Wait! I hear you cry out. How is this Walter rated higher than the original? This story is yet another one I am not too fond of--the Nite Owl/Twilight Lady moments are great, the retcon of Dan's family life is not needed, and this Walter is pretty bad in terms of depictions. But Listen...Look

He's all dolled up in his Sunday best. His hair all neat and tidy. This is what I needed.

BONUS--

Cover Art

9/10. Wish I could see his entire face but I love his expression regardless. Interestingly, his freckles have been depicted here as skin tags or moles. Kinda love it

The Movie--

10000/10

I know I docked off points earlier for being too handsome...but I mean c'mon. He's so. He;s. Yeah

[againstacecilia]

Any the Band Camino fans want to tell me what y'all are wearing to concerts? Here's my fit from the last show (with a black and white flannel), but that was in April in Seattle and this one is July in Eastern Washington so I can't really do anything this warm.

I've got a cute little black skater dress/romper thing, I could do a green body suit with shorts and a flowy top thing, I could also do black shorts and the T-shirt I got from the last concert? I'm panicking because I have a meeting and greet with the band and I want to look good for the picture hahahaha.

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

me: tries to write a 3k fic for my portfolio to submit for zines

me: fanfic reaches 9k and isn't even halfway finished

me: well fuck

[siriusly-insane]

Even in computer games I'm avoiding the people and befriending the dog..

[cross-d-a]

I’M—- …….creating another au

[stellartales]

I love hoyoverse for giving us more messages from Dan Heng. I'm getting texts from him daily and I loveeeeee it 🥺🥺🥺 especially this one (spoilers under cut)

The opening line before the conversation developed had me thinking: 'Dan Heng, are you subtly trying to ask us out on a date?'

Dan Heng, are you trying to fish out what Stelle (us) likes so that he could buy us/her back a treat?

"I guessed it'd be steamed puffergoat milk."

"I knew it."

To think he actually had given this some thoughts and analyse what we/she might like.

OMG DAN HENG why are you making me fall for you over and over again? I'm down bad for you already and you just had to say these things (pls continue tho I can't get enough of you 🥺)

And that last part:

"There's also a type of yogurt that looked very interesting. A pity it was sold out for now."

"It’s name is Puffergoat Belly Bliss."

"Let's come back and check again later."

Smooth, Dan Heng, reaaaaal smooth there. Potential date perhaps? 🥺😂😏

[kaethoh]

STOP GIVING ME RESPONSIBILITIES FFS I WILL FUCK EVERYTHING UP

[lanfykins]

Me: goes to the V&A museum determined to not think about AmRev

Also me: Ooh, interesting, so by 1805 shoe buckles were unfashionable, but men still wore knee buckles and stock (neck cloth) buckles. Ooh, look at the tiny novelty musical box! How did Burr not buy one while he was in Europe?!

[lostgirlmuseum]

I go to lunch. I put my plates away. A guy comes up to me and says he saw me and thought I was really pretty and asked for my number. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE. I was obviously flattered, and extremely flustered, so I was like, sure, yeah!, but then I couldn't remember my phone number (I've had my phone # for like 5 years but my recall was trash bc basically my head was just like WHAT IS HAPPENING) and anyways I give him my number, hes super sweet, and then I wasn't sure what to do next so I.. I SHOOK HIS HAND? I SHOOK his hand??????!!!

Then the second I was outside I fucking RAN bc adrenaline and I felt like a FOOL, and I briefly sat by a bush while my friend caught up to me and.

And what makes this funnier/worse?

This is ❌NOT❌ the first time I have done this 😭

After a first date like a year ago I ended it by shaking the guys hand. Now in my defense I thought I was fucking hilarious but all my friends looked at me like I'm a stupid bitch, which, fair.

Anyway, a couple hours ago I apologized to him over text for shaking his hand and he was a good sport about it and said he thought it was cute but.

WHat is wrong with me.

[imgenerallyconfused]

Getting high on the fumes of her hoodie

[daddyn3xus]

just hearing about your fun night makes me so horny :(

it's makin me horny just talking about it fhjdfsd

[piney-45]

😭 this is a problem

[shadesofnavy]

google... why you do this to me

why

[pomegranateandlavendar]

The world slows down when she touches me.

Its like when everything around you is moving and buzzing and talking and making noise and then suddenly... It's still. And it's quiet.

And there she is.

With her hand over mine.

Smiling about the stars.

[ozymoron]

saw his armpit hair again its over for me