#literally all my life I've been fighting and struggling and I kept looking for ways out

[there-will-be-a-way]

My ergo therapist and a nurse drove me to my apartment today to be there for emotional support while I cleaned up the mess ex roommate left behind. The nurse said it was an act of aggression that ex roommate left his belongings at my place - same goes for pissing in my bed and all that.

Yesterday I received a text message from him, stating that the police is informed and that I should speak out. I ignored the message. Didn't do anything illegal meaning there's no reason to be afraid of the cops.

I feel battered nevertheless. Kind of defeated. Hopeless, sad, angery. Not just because of ex roommate but in general. Don't know how to climb out of this hole, this time. I always had a plan. Or an idea on what to do and where to go, but rn I just feel lost. Yeah, I'll go to the living group again but what then? My addiction will still be there. All the other stuff too. I'm putting my hopes in the rehab clinic I'll go to in a couple of weeks.

I just hope I won't be discharged tomorrow. Yesterday I got told they want to keep me here for a while longer so that I can learn to reach out for help and stand up for myself more. But part of me believes they'll just drop me tomorrow nevertheless. Kind of like it's often been.

Yeah, I might be triggered. Feeling raw, as if I have no skin. A nurse took my pocket ashtray because there's a weed leaf on it (yeah I'm cringe, I know) and it felt like the end of the world. These "everybody hates me, no one understands me, the whole world is against me" kinda feelings. Oh man.

[crazylittlejester]

I am literally bombarding your asks recently and I apologize profusely I am just a bored little guy and I need some way to just scream out the things I want to and, you are the best candidate so...

this is a question this time around because I've wondering how people think about this (and because I might need feedback for a fic I'm thinking about writing..)

BUT ANYWHO my question is, how do you think the LU links would interact with HW Link? (NOT Warriors) it's been an idea I've had on my mind for literal months and I've struggled with ways to execute it because I'm so clueless on how all the characters would interact 😭

I appreciate your feedback!!!

nah man don’t apologize!! I love to hear from ya :)

i wanna start off by saying im sorry it took me so long to answer this. i was thinkin about it at work all day and kept jottin’ stuff down and then i thought i posted it but accidentally just saved it to drafts alskdkddl 😭

ok so you said HW Link, not Wars, and I’m interpreting that as biblically accurate, as god intended, no headcanons applied to him Hyrule Warriors Link, who is like 17 and doesn’t speak. I think right off the bat, a MAJOR difference would be biblically accurate HW Link NEEDING Proxi there with him so he could communicate with the others. Also if you’d be throwing him in there as a 17 yo, I think his role in the group would be very different. He may be a captain used to leading, but the way he’d look to his allies for support (especially after he got HUMBLED) leads me to believe he would look to Time more so as a leader like the others do and recognize him as someone who’s older and has more life experience (not WAR experience, LIFE experience), instead of how I think Warriors looks at Time as someone equal to himself. Like I think HW Link would respect him in a different way, from a different perspective (THIS IS ALL ASSUMING WE’RE NOT COUNTING MASK AS CANON- If we ARE, well then that’s still his shit little brother, but I think it would be VERY weird for biblically accurate 17 yo HW Link to see Mask being in his 30s)

HW Link in his game really comes off as someone who’s very quiet, just because of how he’s kinda just 🧍‍♂️in the back sometimes while the girls are arguing, (fighting for my life to not throw any of my headcanons on him rn) and because of that energy he brings to the table, I think he’d be closest with Four. Four, who is equally as dramatic, but also on the quieter side. And both of them greatly value their alone time. I think they’d be very similar

I also think he’d like Twilight and Sky still, but where I can see Warriors as the instigator of the chaos in the trio, i think HW Link would be more subtly insane. Like he’d still go crazy with them, but not in such a bold way and HE certainly wouldn’t be the one starting it. Twilight and Sky wouldn’t look up to him the same way either, because he’d be younger than them

my brain is slowly melting its so hard to separate biblically accurate HW Link from the special little blorbo he’s become to me, BUT HOPEFULLY THIS IS COHERENT AND HOPEFULLY THIS HELPS!!!

@hyruledwarriorr

[soul--weaver]

i dont even know how to begin to explain this, i was literally just doing practice sketches then i was seized by the need to over-explain my helios lore. i have a lot more to say about the au but ive done enough for now i think lol

helios in the microwave forever i guess

textless images and rough text transcripts below the cut:

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Nathaniel Norwell | "Waning Crescent"

-Obsessed with proving his worth - first to his parents, then to the Order -Puts on superior airs to mask a deep insecurity -Possessive and abusive; keeps his brother down to feel like he has power in his life -Meticulous, insists on keeping his work and living spaces pristine and orderly -Does love his brother (in a way) and can't imagine life without him, but refuses to view him as an equal -Devoted to alchemical study for the purpose of maintaining his status

Notes:

-Probably queer but will never talk about it -I mean look at him. That's an evil twink if I've ever seen one

[Redacted] Norwell | "Helios"

-Obsessed with forging his own identity, beyond the Norwell family -Vindictive and egotistical -Sometimes pretends at submission to get others off his back, but struggles to restrain his anger - often leading to fights between him and Nathaniel -Severely undersocialized; struggles to understand others as complete people -Hates Nathaniel more than anything in the world -Studies alchemy against the Order's wishes for the purpose of surpassing his family and the Order, having been denied by both

Notes:

-Autistic -Nonbinary (specifically giving him my creature gender) -Nblm?

Lore HCs

-Parents pitted them against each other from a young age; Nathaniel outshone Helios largely by being more outspoken (as Helios was nonverbal for a portion of his youth) and coming across as more disciplined -Nathaniel was established as the golden child, while Helios was kept away from the public eye due to behavioral issues -Disallowed from joining the Order, Helios was only allowed to spectate certain meetings as a servant -Both parents died in an accident as the siblings entered adulthood -Nathaniel became far more controlling afterward in order to feel secure in his status at the Norwell heir -Forbidden to visit Azoth Library by Nathaniel, Helios began to impersonate him and used his brother's tendency towards overwork and frequent chemical exposure (as well as Nathaniel's fear of being seen as flawed in any way) to avoid scrutiny for any apparent gaps in memory

Design HCs

-Both have naturally wavy hair, but Nathaniel straightens his -Without makeup, both have pronounced eyebags -Helios is notably paler than Nathaniel, not getting outside nearly as much -Nathaniel grew his hair out first; Helios grew out his to be able to impersonate him

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IthaNort AU

-Helios and Norton meet at the Azoth Library while Helios is pretending to be Nathaniel (which, for the purposes of this AU, he probably starts doing a lot sooner) (also, either Mercury or Philemon are the director at this point, not Norton or Nathaniel) -Norton is kind of a black sheep in the Order due to his background -Not knowing Nathaniel even has a brother, Norton is confused when he starts noticing his demeanor change. Generally, Nathaniel treats him with nothing but disdain, and but there are times when, while he still clearly has an ego, he actually expresses genuine curiosity about Norton's work rather than dismissing it outright -This keeps happening, and Norton starts noticing all the little differences and ends up getting kind of fixated on "Nathaniel." Helios pays more attention to him in turn, though he doesn't expect to be figured out -Then there's an Order gathering at the Norwell manor and Norton meets Helios outside of his disguise, and everything clicks into place fairly quickly. He approaches him later at the library and takes him aside to call him on the fact he's pretending. Once Helios confirms that Norton has no intention to out him, he finds himself more intrigued by Norton himself than by his work, and starts coming by his office more and more just to hang out with him -Helios is very lonely. He will not admit that he's lonely. Fortunately Norton is also lonely and was already starting to develop an infatuation with him, so it works out

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-In this AU, Helios's obsession with getting recognition in the world ends up falling away and getting replaced by a deep desire for freedom - from Nathaniel and the Order -Things get messy with the Order, Norton gets blackmailed, some murders are done, but eventually they get to run away together <3 (Helios steals a large portion of the Norwell fortune after he kills Nathaniel. He also scars his face with chemical burns to avoid getting recognized as a Norwell ever again because he's Normal. Norton was not happy to learn this.) -A while after the fact, Lady Truth figures out enough of what happened to be able to track them down. But she's also queer and has done murder before to protect her criminal love interest Lockheart (but that's a whole other story in itself) so she chooses not to turn them in

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Can we talk about how Marc and Jack Russell are equally dehunamised and used by committee?

Like I'm sure he's so used to it as a guy with several mental illnesses and a visibly ashkenazi Jew named 'Spector' and it's the "oh man they're treating like a literal beast of burden like my boy Jack here" that makes it click

and what's fun is that Moench was writing Marc as a goy singlet at the time but looking back the allegory works?

Moench didn't know that he used a Jewish name until after he named him and wrote for him. He just chose to embrace it and I love him for that.

What's interesting is that in WBN he makes a point to give a LONG case file to Moon Knight. One that was probably meant to imply that Moon Knight was a badass. But he didn't have to go so hard! That many wars on that many continents and that many revolutions and years in service only to beat his lieutenant half to death and get discharged? And working in the CIA, fighting, being an expert in hand to hand combat, weapons, and it just kept going.

What Moench didn't intend was the repercussions of that sort of dossier. While many villains and bad-ass assassins and so on would have that sort of dossier, Moon Knight doesn't have like a bad-ass tough hardened criminal. He doesn't act like Bushman (but that's a story for another day). As much as he spends WBN cursing at the wolf, acting tough, going after his money... You see him respect the beast. He's actually enjoying himself. He's having fun! Jack even notes that Moon Knight is absolutely having the time of his life when they start fighting together to take out the bad guys.

And you're right! The committee is using them and doesn't care about either of them. Moon Knight is just there to be a hired man to do bad. We see his opinion of the monster actually change when he transforms back into the man. He notes that the crescent darts sticking out of him probably hurt and he takes them out. It's like when the beast went away and he was faced with the man, he stopped having fun. He wasn't ready to change sides until the beast was back.

I think Marc found something in the creature that spoke to him. Something that as he put it, "was just fighting for freedom, and that's a fight I can get behind."

And later, as Moon Knight becomes the Moon Knight we all know and love, it's a fight he knows well. A fight that Marc enters into to try to get away from the life we see in that dossier.

Even without him being written as Jewish with a mental health disorder (many. Marc has so many), he still doesn't seem like the sort of man that the Committee is trying to hire. He's expected to be one way. He's seen as this way. He's just a performer. Given a costume and a name and expected to do things and then leave. And that's not what he is. Never has been.

Jack, from the small bits I've seen of him, has been fighting for a while. Fighting to be seen as a normal teenager. Trying to be with his friends and family. Trying not to hurt them. Not knowing where he's going to wake up or what he did at night in the Moon light. Waking up in pain and still struggling to get back to his normal life.

Dos that sound familiar? Perhaps a little...Marc Spector coded?

And Jack and Marc do become somewhat friends. When Jack is hunted and the man is forgotten, he goes to Marc. Who else is going to help him AND the beast? Who else is going to understand that the beast needs help too?

It's a good point you made there Gerrysherry and I'm here for it.

[uh-velkommen]

Coming out as Trans, I feel like I've unlocked a new minigame section of life, like I now have access to a world I only ever watched from the sidelines. It's funny how I used to wish I could be part of this community. I always related to the stories I'd hear. So often would I stare at my body in the mirror wishing I could've been born differently. I always felt like there was a part of me missing or that something was wrong. All the stereotypical Trans thoughts were there. I just kept telling myself I only hated the patriarchal norms that were being forced upon me. I only hated my body because of how sexualized it always was. I always wanted to hang out with my brothers friends because they were the only people my age who would come over often. But the past few days, I've been thinking about all the silly things I'd think and do that should've been clearer indications as to who I was/am. (I'm probably gonna continue updating this as I think of more stuff)

I used to try on my brothers clothes, put my hair up in caps and try to look like a boy in pictures.

I tried training myself to speak in a deeper and calmer voice because I hated how high and girly my voice sounded. (I loved having a sore throat because it made my voice deeper while being sick actually made it higher)

I overcompensated when it came to dressing and being girly as a way to bond with my mother despite having no real interest in make up and pedicures. (There's a lot of things that I'd do or want that initially made me think I was cis but we're really just ways that I'd beg to be treated decently or show that I was loved)

I never felt like I was a Lesbian but had no other way to explain my attraction to girls.

I struggled a lot between wondering if I was just a tomboy or butch but found myself relating to Gay men more than butch women.

I literally never ever ever took off my bras because I felt super uncomfortable with the girls moving around.

A lot of the time I worried about upsetting my dad because he was so happy to have finally made a daughter after 4 sons.

My uncle used to have a friend who I could never figure out if she was a boy or a girl (I still don't know to this day) and yet I could never get her out of my head/admired her for being so confounding.

I would get reeeeeaaaaally jealous of Trans women for being beautiful women with boy parts. Sometimes I couldn't fathom why they would give up being a boy as if it were a slice of cake they were refusing "while kids in Africa starved."

I often struggled with questioning if I was dysphoric because of my AGAB or if it was insecurity from my brother calling me fat and ugly all my life.

I was always too scared to come out as lesbian because I knew it felt wrong and on top of that, it wasn't my sexuality that was the big secret I had been keeping. It was something much worse.... my gender.

When I was about 14, Disney released a TV show where the main character was a girl named Dylan and I felt a cosmic shift in learning that women could also have boy names.

I always wanted to do rugged things with my brother. I practically lived vicariously through him, letting him teach me about fighting, parkour, video games, "boyish music" like dubstep. Everything that I didn't have access to. Nowadays I think about how I really just wanted to be him.

I even tried hanging out with my male cousins and family friends more than the women because it felt like this other world that I desperately wanted to understand.

I used to HAAAATE when my uncle would joke around by calling me "little boy" because it felt like he was making fun of my internal struggles.

Sometimes when I wore my hair a certain way I would angrily compare myself to a "little Mexican boy" because why couldn't I look like a pretty Hispanic woman?

The torturous anxiety I'd feel about wearing makeup in public (I literally had a panic attack at prom because my hair stylist put eyeliner on me).

I loved hanging out with the neighborhood Gay kid even though he was like 4 years younger than me because he would let me ride his skateboard. (We found solace in each other bc he got bullied alot and we were both queer - whether I knew it or not)

All my life I've just wanted male friends but I could never obtain a friendship without being sexualized or viewed as an ultimate romantic interest. At the same time I only knew how to interact with boys in a flirtatious manner though it was never intentional.

Shopping for clothes was a whole can of worms in itself but I used to feel sooo uncomfortable going down the aisles of the women's section. All I wanted was to see what the boys section had to offer but I also thought it was entirely off limits to women. Sometimes I pretended I was shopping for my brother or I'd encourage him to let me style him so I could have an excuse to buy the clothes I liked/wanted.

Sometimes I'd want to date boys but only in the way that boys would date boys.

When I found out about intersexuality I got super obsessed with it, wishing that I could've been born with both male and female parts. Sometimes I'd think that maybe I had a hormonal problem where I was just producing too much testosterone and that could explain why I felt like a boy.

The visceral reactions to ANY comments about being a good housewife, a clean girl, a future wife, not being able to do a man's job or otherwise putting men first simply because I was born a girl.

God the constant comments about my butt, my mom used to hate that I'd let my pants sag.

The way I'd get SUPER emotionally affected from reading about the AIDs crisis (along with Stonewall) and the way Trans people were treated. I mean before I was even learning about Lesbianism, I was getting enraged about the way it was handled. I'd cry more reading newspaper articles than at actual funerals. I was completely obsessed with learning more and more stories from real trans people.

Overall, I think I tended to carry myself and walk in a more masculine manner. I feel like I was never this dainty feminine being until adulthood when I'd started becoming reclusive and turning further in on myself.

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 176

Chapter 176: "We're Home!"

The long awaited hug! It's so heartwarming it almost makes you forget about Emma tossing her weapon aside, which later becomes an unfortunate consequence, but we'll worry about that later and do our best to focus on these precious kid's happy faces.

I'm pretty glad their reunion is one of the only things to get animated from this chapter.

Of course one of the downsides to the anime not including everything is us missing out on Phil's reaction to seeing everyone else. The rest of the kids just sorta show up all in one place in the second season but the manga makes the many reunions feel more personal, especially with him learning that Norman was never killed.

Phil reflects on how hard the past couple years have been for him while keeping the farm's secret and feeling isolated from the other children due to knowing it and if there's anyone who can understand his pain, it's Ray, as he suffered the same cruel experience so the fact the two of them can share this hug (and head pat) is so sweet, it can bring me to tears. These boys deserved so much better! No more sadness allowed for either of them til the end of time!

I'm very happy Sherry get her own moment with Norman too. Their friendship is so adorable. She's undoubtedly his biggest fan.

Look how relieved and happy Isabella is to finally be done with all the lying and fighting. That smile of hers is so pretty, she wants nothing more than to care for her children like a real mother should and damn it y'all, I wish she could've got that chance alongside all the other moms and sisters!

This quote (that continues into the panels after this page) is probably my favorite from Emma. I know I've said it a lot, about how amazing Emma is to be so optimistic while being surrounded by this world's many various threats that constantly want her dead, but finally being able to see her achieve all her goals while staying true to herself is something I'll always be proud of her for. No matter all the difficulties she faced, whether it was losing someone dear to her, sustaining serious injuries or making life changing decisions, she kept on fighting to secure a better future for her family. Of course she had some moments of weakness to process everything going on around her and to keep her emotions in check, but not once did she ever quit pursuing that bright dream of hers.

The children have all fought through so much together and had their own personal struggles, so seeing them all smile and break out into tears is definitely one of the best moments of the series. They all deserve this victory and a moment to be excited about their freedom.

Sigh, rest in peace to all those we lost along the way! I may not remember all their names aside from Yuugo, Lucas, Conny, Olivia & Michelle, but having Emma think of everyone again proves just how important they all were to to, even if we, as readers, didn't get to see them often enough throughout the story.

Yeah, that brief moment the kiddos had to relax? All gone, thanks to this bastard! If anyone desired to know which character I hate most, it's this damn demon. I don't wanna talk about it but the reason is literally unavoidable in this chapter and to this day I'm still crushed that it happens.

Glad you finally realized your own mistake, honey, but ya gotta be quicker than that! These poor children though, living just a normal life at the orphanage one moment and then running scared for their lives because of this demon the next.

I'm so damn proud that Ray managed to stay alert despite all the reunions and how his protective nature gets kicked into high gear to try and stop that bastard from harming Emma and the girl she's rushing to save.

The look on Ray's face (& everyone else's) makes me wanna scream. I don't wanna imagine this scene getting animated (& I'm so incredibly thankful it wasn't) but I can just hear the couple of shots Ray fired off, the complete silence that follows as the kids stand by completely speechless due to the sight in front of them as an occasional drop of blood drips off the demon's claw as Emma slowly looks up and... aahhh fuck.

The way I fell in love with this woman just a handful of chapters ago to now be on the verge of losing her, just.. FUCK! I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I will always hate it. I will always hate this demon. I will always hate how this chapter was released on Mother's Day. The timing could not have been any worse and I'll never not be completely devastated by this moment!

Favorite panel/moment:

I desperately need some happiness right now and this panel is the perfect way to achieve it. Writing out the next chapter is absolutely gonna put me through emotional hell. again.

[half-man-half-lime]

Hey, just to put the ask out- does anyone want to join the TTRPG campaign I'm running? We've been in some mini-arcs while I try to put the next big arc together (very, veeeerrry slowly), and the second of those mini-arcs is about to end, and then we'll likely take a few weeks off due to scheduling issues and resume when the arc is done.

I wish I could say it was almost done, I just took a week of half-days with my PTO to try and chip away at it, and I did make progress, but it's not there yet. At the very least, that should give anyone who's interested time to get caught up with the campaign and come up with a character?

This arc is meant to be a big turning point in the campaign as things get closer to the climax, at which point it'll be up to the players as to what to do next.

EDIT:

Anyway HMU if you're interested! Info on what's happened and what the next arc is about below the cut:

The current story- based on a comic I wanted to make for a while, the setting is based on WW1-WW2 America, featuring a team of pilots (at first , before player turnover and replacement PCs) whose society was isolated in an ancient, cracked dome, and set out looking for ways to bring their struggling population out into the wider world- all the while, a war overseas with a secretive, strange army is getting more tense.

Throughout the campaign, the players have:

Saved a literal flying circus from arson

Gotten caught up in conflict between the mob and a corrupt power company, inadvertently leading to two horrific creatures from either side being mashed together into a spiraling deer-tree abomination they had to stop

Played heel-villains in staged superhero fights in exchange for money and strange artifacts

Been morphed into story-book pirates in a patch of warped reality, fighting the ghost of the pirate who kept them trapped there

Gone undercover in a Lovecraftian town where gathered businesspeople and international diplomats planned to awaken the ancient gods, only to get caught, panick, and blow up those diplomats, pissing off multiple governments and a clairvoyant lobster-worshipping cult

Partied and fought racist square-dancing vampires in a New Orleans-inspired town's werewolf jazz festival

Handled one crisis after another at an international war summit in a Wild West theme park, from anarchist moth-worshipping cults to a disgraced Thomas Edison expy burning himself and his workers out with psychic weather machines, to stopping the kidnapping of world leaders by a teleporting sniper who was trying to stop some pretty horrible colonialist violence; and narrowly negotiated their way out of being taken in by the secret agents who came to arrest them

Linking their brains and going on a mind journey in search of one-another's forms of happiness to help one of the PCs with her lifelong anhedonia

And now concluding soon, done a stint as radio interns in a Night Vale knockoff town, working to stop a StrexCorp expy from taking over.

This next arc will have the players exploring one of many ancient, destroyed domes like the one the original party came from, sitting on a native reservation in the desert.

(I confess I've had a hard time doing the research on the real life cultures and history this place is inspired by, I'll do my best about the representation but let's just say I'm glad this one will only be experienced by a small group, I may have taken some shortcuts for inspiration.)

[giantkillerjack]

To give credit to the last of us for its queer rep, it’s not just queer characters who have tragic/bittersweet endings. Literally everyone (siblings, parent and child, heterosexual) queer or not, has tragic endings. The older queer couple gets the best one out of all of them.

I guess? I mean, it is certainly much better than if they were the only characters to die in the storyline. But people were on tumblr talking about how theirs was a happy queer story. And I think it is the misleading discussion around these characters that bothers me even more than the writing. Like if I had watched that episode instead of looking up the plot summary, I would have had a meltdown at the end when they both died because I truly had gotten the impression that it was going to be a happy story.

But now that I've mentioned the writing:

It's nice that they live till their 70s. It's nice that they get 20 beautiful years together. And it's a bit fucked that the writers felt the need to end those 20 long years on-screen with a terminal illness and suicide in the same episode they are introduced. It would have been incredibly easy to just say that those men get to live on past the end of the episode. There are a million reasons those men could have continued living in the story.

But that's the thing about a show like this. I think there is a distinct possibility that this show is actually incapable of writing a satisfying happy ending.

Craig Maizin, the show's writer, gained acclaim recently with Chernobyl, proving that he is apparently excellent at writing a long, horrifying tragedy in which character struggle only to find there is no way out.

(His other main credits are The Hangover sequels and the Scary Movie sequels, most of which I haven't personally seen, so make of that what you will.)

But more than the writer's background, the show itself troubles me. It has this repeated mantra in it that goes, "when you're lost in the darkness, look for the light." Which is a cool phrase.

But I have reason to suspect that this writer genuinely doesn't know how to write the light. I have no reason to believe he does. I hope I am wrong.

But when you write episode after episode after episode that is an endless inescapable slog of tragedy and desperation - and then advertise it to me, a sick queer person actually living through a pandemic and trying to escape disease and poverty - well.

I think a better writer would include moments of light and hope beyond just trauma bonding. Moments that don't end in death.

When my wife writes about characters in awful situations, there are still these moments of genuine loveliness and fun and joy between the characters; these moments remind the reader what is worth actually fighting for, living for. Imagine! Entire chapters in a post-apocalyptic novel in which characters don't undergo a "hacking someone to death with a cleaver" level of trauma!

But the fact that Bill and Frank still had to die even after an earnest attempt to tell a beautiful love story....

I fear that the light the story ends with - if there is any - will be as dim and desaturated as the show itself. And personally, I am at a point in my life where I don't care to see a story like that.

It's fine if you do like it. It doesn't matter to me if you find beauty in a tragic queer love story. There are places for that in this world. But it is tragic. I am sure of that. And I wish I hadn't been seeing posts saying otherwise, ya know?

And I hope I am wrong about the writer. But I see cracks in the premise. Like in Stranger Things. There was always a promise of light that kept me watching, but it never seemed to come. Instead, the misery and trauma continued to stack and compound for the lead characters, like in TLOU. But... does the writer know how to make that worth it, for us, for the audience - for me? I don't think he does.

I think it very possible that the light isn't really coming for Ellie and Joel in a way that provides catharsis because I have noticed that on shows with no intermittent joy and hope, this is too often the case.

But I do hope I'm wrong. Because if I am right, then a lot of mentally ill fans will leave the experience more depressed than if they hadn't watched it at all.

But for my own part, I'll just continue to skim through the show for monster design ideas. And also I'll say that everyone should watch Infinity Train - ESPECIALLY season 2 of Infinity Train, if they'd like to see a story in which people actually DO find a light that makes the whole journey feel worth it.

[meirimerens]

so i finally watched the grace relocation quest (the one where she ends up living with peter) and its so silly. those two are crazy in their own way. peterstakh adopting grace vs burakhovsky adopting mishka and spichka. they are meeting for a parents club and argue about how to raise their kids correctly

the Peter Becomes Dad quest is so fucking funny to me. what do you MEAN you put the daughter of alcoholics who likely suffers from some kind of FASD from it and is likely predisposed to addiction with the town's notorious alcoholic!!!! but i do think her and peter make a betiful family... i've spoken about it on here already i think rubin Struggles with being a father figure because 1) orphan behavior 2) he spent the past few years of his life fighting for recognition in the eyes of someone he saw as a father [and who saw him as a foster son from P1 canon] so he's quite uncomfortable being Grace's Dad because he has no good association with fatherhood... so for now he is Grace's Dad's Boyfriend. and they all fuck with it 👍 they're comfortable with it

i know grace is SPOILED in the peterstakh e grace household. both peter and rubin come from Not Only Child households [peter. literally has his twin & rubin has artemy to fight against As The Other Son] so they spoil her. she's like their little princess. i think they both begin to spend a lot of time and energy caring for her bc it helps them keep their minds off The Darkness (and peter keep his hands off the booze). they all kinda. imprint on each other like baby birds.

it's a bit different in the burakhovsky e spichka e mishka household because even if the kids are as independent as Grace / Raised Themselves, they do really like their freedoms still... Murky is still spoiled & cared for more than Sticky because she's younger + needs more support while sticky does whatever the fuck he does but i think this family unit doesn't have the. Fusionality of whatever the fuck peter and grace have even if they love each other very very much... of course they do.

(still holding your leg so you don't try to escape)

peter's mom adores grace btw. everyone goes to her for a holiday & she has been sent a letter that one of her sons has a kid now and she's like. Oh My Fucking God. she fully expects like. a baby. an infant. like one of her sons had one like participated in the making of one. like how babies are made. so she kept some baby clothes for her son's child but instead she meets 15yo Grace. & since andrey would rather khs than have to care for a child that did not already raised themself + peter is like. not making any it's a bit complicated now with the. boyfriend. the baby clothes are useless...... so Grace adopts a bunny & the baby clothes go on it. you know what i mean?

dankovsky's mom adores her grandkids. she does. she always wanted grandkids & when her son came out as Not Doable Sorry she was like "but you can still adopt... right? 🥺 you'll adopt..." so when he comes home with his man and 2 kids gotten for free in the boyfriend package she is so happy. she adores murky because with her dark hair and thick brows she looks just like dankovsky and mom's like omg... it's like she's really your own 👀 and he has to be like YEAH BUT SHE'S NOT. I DIDN'T HAVE ANY HAND IN THE MAKING OF HER. etc... mama dankovskaya wants to take her granddaughter in her arms soooo much but murky doesn't like being touched by strangers too much so dankovsky has to like. brief his mom on how to interact with his autistic daughter. beautiful family.

that was long. sorry. many thoughts.

[the-acid-pear]

Dreamt w Milei today lmao. And well the presidents in general. Hell, even Biden was out there. He was standing on a balcony from an apartment, more american politicians were standing in the below ones, though in the dream I wasn't even aware Biden was American. I also remember being sure it was Byden.

There were also some hot air balloons, I think these were Massa's. It was weird to me, because there were 3 of them and sure the air was Humid As Fuck not a drop of air was running but the sky was dark grey like a storm was soon to come so it was like, isn't this dangerous?

Anyway we eventually made it to my destination, which was a school. Apparently we were doing this... New voting? But it was more of a reason why you wanted one candidate and why you didn't want the other. So I went floor for floor writing in each classroom why I didn't want Milei and putting it in a little envelope.

In the fifth floor I ran into a highschool friend and didn't say much because I was trying to write the fifth paper but I guess I got scenic panic and fucked up the spelling. He chuckled but told me there was another paper under the desk but I was like ah fuck it whatever I'll just write it in the next. So I ran upstairs and realized oh. It was only 5. There isn't more envelopes. I'd be giving an incomplete or incomprehensible product if I don't fix this.

Fifth floor was a balcony with a stage in the middle where the main event was gonna happen btw.

So I went down to floor 4 but there were no papers under the desk! So I was like what if I just write on the envelope itself? But I realized that was just fucking stupid. And what I did next is... A bit confusing, I'll admit.

See, I think I somehow lost the envelope, or saw it wasn't the one I needed? So I ran all the way to the bottom, where I saw they had a little something written on the lid that say "I'll vote Milei because..." "I WON'T vote Milei because..." (idk if there were more I was busy fighting for my life) and the dread of "what if I've been using the wrong ones?" tried to reach me but I ignored it because I had to make my way back to the fifth floor, and there was a moment where I was going so fast I literally wasn't even using my feet I was dragging my body up thru the rail with a single hand 😭😭😭 that's how serious this was...

Actually I just remembered there were also envelopes asking how you thought Milei would react one being like "...will he laugh?" and another "...will he silently stare?"

And you can tell the stress was taking a toll on me because in all of my journey I never thought of picking up a new paper. So I was going to use a non official one. So I asked the girl in front of the desk who was sleeping on top of her notebook if I'd have a piece of paper, and she was like no 🙂 (she looked a lot like my cousin or a girl I met in primary school named Lola btw) and I tried to reason but she just wanted to sleep. So I turned around and I was like sorry but I'll need this talking to no one but a lonely open math binder. I started looking for an empty page, which I said as "necesito una sin calcules" which I really don't know why the math problems were now gender neutral but whatever, sure.

During this my friend was also chilling, not saying anything, just looking at me struggle from my life like :3 (not in a mean way just in, a him way) and at one moment while I was writing and had my glasses on which idk if they just spawned or had always been there he chuckled and told me I looked like Peter Parker and I chuckled back and said not the first time I've gotten that which is a fucking lie esp bc we were referencing Holland who I don't even know if he uses glasses ever but is also a Twink so idk what any of that meant.

Regardless I kept trying to write and it was... Absurd. I just wanted to write something about the dictatorship, a short sentence, no more than 5 words, but I fucking couldn't. My friend also pitched in once saying I'd probably fix the wording. Fact that I was forgetting words wasn't helping. It was like I was having a stroke. And I even fucked up one of the sides of the paper so I had to turn it over and I fucked up that one TOO but the red pencil I was using wrote black sometimes fsr so I could cover up the mistakes.

So I finally put it inside the envelope and... Woke up ☹️

[ilaiyayaya]

I was WRONG the game is not hard in fact it's too easy (as long as you save more than once per 2 hour play session). I think I've accidentally skipped into the 2nd half of the game (because I kept getting lost over and over (iconic)) because before my last save I was like, level 18, and now I'm level 34 and I think it's because I skipped several areas. THE ACHIEVEMENTS SAID THE SEWER WAS THE NEXT AREA I WAS SO EXCITED TO GO INTO THE SEWER AND SEE ALL THE CUTE RATS!!!! Instead I went into a forest and then I fell down a hole and then I spent around an hour walking in a literal actual circle in some catacombs fighting screaming horse heads (for like the first 10 minutes, because they don't respawn, and that's how I knew I was lost) and then I finally found my way out of the endless circle and then there was a big blood lake and then there was a big Green Guy who was really easy and didn't hit me once but I guess he's supposed to be like a secret boss or something because I got an achievement for killing him and then I went to a castle and then I said "ooh scary" and then I finally found a save point at the castle and then I said "ooh no more scary!" and then I left the castle and went the opposite direction AND THEN I FOUND THE SEWER YEAAAAA and then I got lost walking in a circle in the sewer for an hour and then I found my way back out the way I came and then I saved again and then I went into the castle and then said "nevermind too scary" and then I turned off the game! Looking at a map of the order of areas there's like 3 areas I think I didn't do and the castle is supposed to be the midpoint. WHICH MEANS I MISSED SO MANY SECRETS HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CONTINUE ON IN LIFE WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THAT I MISSED SOME SHINY TRINKETS ALONG THE WAY???? The actual enemies in pretty much every area so far have kinda just been, the same, like they do different stuff but like, I've probably gotten hit a total of less than 20 times in this game so far and I feel like I play pretty recklessly, but pretty much every enemy can be easily beaten without taking any damage by just charging an attack, hitting them, stepping back, baiting out their attack, hit them again, and just do that to every enemy it always works. It's still like fun, like there's absolutely a lot more that's enjoyable about the game than the moment to moment combat, but I expected the game to get way more difficult by now since it's so heavily inspired by old FromSoft games, and while I haven't played a ton of those myself, isn't like, the whole thing with those that they're really punishing? I mean the game is punishing, if you die without saving for a long time you lose a lot of progress but like, as long as you don't die, actually staying alive isn't that hard. This isn't really a criticism of the game so much as it is like, an observation after accidentally skipping so much further in the game than intended I guess? I would significantly prefer it being too easy than too hard considering how punishing it is when you do fuck up, I'm also not very good at these types of games and I get lost in fucking every game I play so going over an hour between save points isn't uncommon for me, having to worry about easily dying on top of potentially losing an hour's worth of progress would be way too stressful for me. But like, I still expected it to be way harder, like I went in expecting brutal difficulty, and I'm kinda glad it's not like that because if it was I probably wouldn't even finish the game, and to be fair there is a difficulty slider in the options, but the default is really low and I'd rather play the game my first time on its intended default difficulty. Basically the game is really easy and it doesn't seem like it's gonna spike in difficulty at any point soon, navigation is literally the biggest challenge in the game and I struggle with that in even linear games. But I'm still really enjoying the game and knowing that I'm halfway through in just a few hours of playing is pretty cool because these types of games usually eat away at my motivation pretty quickly.

When I get to the end the credits better show my character portrait I'm gonna be so mad if I don't get to see a "thank you for playing, Wedding Crasher" message

Holy shit Lunacid is epic I can make my character portrait anything I can become Wedding Crasher in real life in game! I can make my character Six_Flags_Safari_Off_Road_Adventure.png!!! AND I can give myself pronoun yuo dont like capitalism yet you log by bulb!!!

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

a/n: hi! of course! but, for this i'll only do ran, because draken is only for emma, so sorry y/n hahahaha (I'll drop a draken and emma story soon) anyway, i love a childhood friend to lovers trope so this one's a good idea! i hope you enjoy this one <3

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𝕽𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎 𝖝 𝕱❗𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

(Childhood friends to lovers)

AS KIDS

You met in the park when he saw you crying while you were on the swing. When he approached you, he saw a wound on your knee and it was bleeding. He's calm even as a child and tried helping you out by cleaning your wound using the towel he brought.

He found out that you just moved in and tried to make you feel as welcome as possible. And, you immediately felt comfortable in his presence.

No other kids could easily warm you up but him. He will always play with you in the park. And, he's actually open to playing dolls with you just so he could make you happy.

The two of you go to the same school, so it's a given that you two would enjoy the "after school hang out" together. Either you go straight into the park and play with other kids. But, as soon as one of you got a PlayStation, you already preferred staying in and playing video games with him.

If you know Rika Orimoto and Yuuta Okkotsu's backstory something similar happened between you and Ran. But, if you don't know, let me explain.

Basically, as time passes by, you're developing a silly, little crush for your friend. And, on his birthday, you gave him a ring as a promise that you two will get married in the future. Of course, as always, Ran wants to make you happy and told you that he will really marry you in the future.

Slowly but surely, he's starting to like you more than as a friend. Although the feeling confuses him because he's still young, he continues to explore and have fun with you.

AS TEENAGERS

The two of you kind of separated as you enter your teenage years. With different hobbies and likes, you were forced to part ways for a while.

After knowing that he became a brutal person alongside his brother, you knew you had to stop him. After all, you were his kryptonite, from back then until now.

With that, the spark that was once lost ignited again. As you both remember how much fun you have when you're together. And, his lost feelings for you came back since he finally understood what it means to love...

But, you're literally every guy's dream girl. And, it pains Ran so much that other guys are trying to pursue you. It angers him to the point where he wants to beat those guys up.

He realizes that he can't let you go, He can never give you up. You are what keeps him going every single day even if you don't communicate that often. Something in him stirs up when another guy will make you smile. Because he knows you look the most beautiful when the reason behind your smile is him.

One night he just couldn't hide it anymore. He was knocking on your door at 11 in the evening, as he was all beaten up. From the looks of it, you knew he got into a gang fight again.

You couldn't bear seeing him like this. And, before he could admit his feelings, you confessed while you were cleaning up his busted brow bone. He then smiled even if he struggled to do so. Even with difficulties, he would tell you, "I've loved you for so long, Y/N. And, I've always kept our promise when we were kids. You're the only girl I want to be with and I want to marry." You smiled from ear to ear as he tells you his feelings. Ran is never vocal, and he rather finds it hard to voice out what he feels. But, for you, he will conquer his fears.

From that day, it was the beginning of a life-long journey with him. Even if you've been together ever since you were kids. But, it feels relieving for the both of you to finally and officially have each other.

AS MARRIED ADULTS

As you'd expect, your wedding was absolutely phenomenal. It was like out of a Disney movie. He wanted to make you feel like the queen you are for him. And, he knows you deserve more than the best this world has to offer. The least he could do is give you the best wedding anyone could imagine. But, for the two of you, what really mattered is for you to finally tie the knots and call each other "husband" and "wife".

His wedding vow went something like this:

To wake up with you every single morning is already a blessing enough. I never even imagined I would see you again. But, here I am, standing in front of you as we take our vows. I'm very content with the life I have now with you. More so, I'm even happier that I get to have a chance to love you forever, finally. To show how much love I hold for you. I'm still in awe every time I lay my eyes on you— Y/N, you're so beautiful inside and out. That nothing in this world could compare to that. Because from all the time I look at you, I always feel this sanity within me. As if the world has no flaw whatsoever. I adore every silly thing you do. You are my favorite reason for staying alive. I'm beyond happy and thankful that I get to spend a lifetime with you. In whatever challenge life may bring us, I know we could conquer it as long as we’re together. You showed me that love can exist even in the ugliest hearts of people. So, I give you my heart, and from this day forward, I am asking you to be officially mine.

He may or may not have cried when he spoke of his vow.

You didn't have kids right away, since he still wanted to give you the world. He didn't oppose the idea of having children either. It's just what he wants is to have his full attention on you, even if you were together almost your whole life.

You love being called "Mrs. Haitani" by the people that work for him. They'll respect you as much as they respect their boss.

Speaking of that, no one would dare to lay a finger on you. Ran being successful and powerful meant that there are people envious of him. He wouldn't let anyone get to you. Because if they do, let's just hope they're ready to meet satan in hell. Your husband will give them a taste of their own medicine in case they do.

He is the best husband!! He will literally go the extra mile just for you. When you're feeling like he doesn't give you enough time? Oh boy, he'll take you out on a week-long vacation and will make you realize how much he truly loves you. For him, no matter what happens, his wife is his top priority

And, when you do have kids in the future? He will take a month-long break and help you out with your kid. You feel like he went on extra parenting class without you because he bathes your kid and feeds them like a pro.

You'll sometimes find him in the living room all cuddled up with your kid in his chest. And, when you wake him up, he'll just pull you beside them and have his most beloved people in his arms.

You'll always be thankful for whatever that thing you did to deserve Ran. He gave you everything you need and want just to make you happy. And, you feel his love for you even in the most mundane things. Now that he's a father, he's trying to become a better person each day. You can't help but think how lucky your child is to call him their father.

OVERALL, HE'S THE BEST! THERE I SAID IT <33

[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

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[http-mingi]

room 657. ⤑ jjk + kth ☏︎

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let's go!

you sighed heavily as your boots clicked along the laminated floor of your university.

today so far had been a hassle. traffic kept you 2 hours late from school you were earlier fired from your job. your ex boyfriend had recently been stalking you and to top it off there was no hot water this morning.

you were beyond stressed.

most of the time you could deal with it you had thousands of stress relieving techniques. but this time you were all types of frustrated, with school, your job, sexually, friendships, family. you sighed heavily as you dragged yourself inside your classroom.

the bright walls of your university aided in your pounding headache. the distinct smell of coffee and muffins flooded your nose as you blinked slowly.

the tall dark bookcases shielding you from the sunlight as you sluggishly made your way to your seat.

you slumped down on your chair as you massaged your temples in effort to calm your self down. your headache clouded your vision immensely you hastily downed your water and some paracetamol nursing your forehead throughout.

you hadn’t been out on a real date in months. it seemed like the universe didn’t want you on dates, you rarely ever found yourself being okay with that fact.

whilst in a trance your best friend jimin walked excitedly into the classroom.

he constantly and i mean constantly reminded you off the things you were missing out on but it wasn’t like you didn’t want to go out but the issue was you were way too busy.

being an english, law and history major meant that you were constantly studying literally.

you did love him though he always tried for you.

"_____ !! " your friend jimin called out to you. you grumbled in annoyance as you turned your neck towards him.

"what." you sighed out tiredly.

" what the- what's wrong with you ______ ?!" he exclaimed loudly.

" jimin... why are you so loud. " you whine loudly.

“ shut up ___ im literally your only friend.” he said nonchalantly.

“ stopppp!” you whined with a breathy giggle.

“ anyways what are you doing here you have biology?” you asked innocently wiping your exhausted eyes.

“ uhhh... well..”

“ spit it outtt.” you say , head tilting slightly.

" sorry _____ i just- i have a number to give you and i don't call it until you get home! trust me you'll thank me later!!”

0800-765-877

it looked like a legit number so you decided to trust him this one time.

"come on ____ class ended 20 minutes ago wake up." he whined loudly.

" what.....? " you yawned as you groggily wiped your eyes.

jimin let out an exasperated sigh as he dragged you out of class and to your apartment.

" i love you but sometimes i feel like stabbing you. " he says plainly.

" sorry chim, ive just been really stressed lately. i'll make it up to you i promise."

"you can make it up to me by calling that number, it'll solve all your problems i promise."

" jimin... did you connect me to a sugar daddy or something? " you asked as you flopped down onto your sofa

" something like that." he said grinning

" okay well you can go home now . " you muttered yawning

" promise me you'll call them? "

" okay, okay now you can go. "

as jimin left you groaned into your pillow did you have to call them it wasn't really gonna change anything. but at the same time jimin would do the same for you.

your home was simple, minimalistic but you loved it your soft grey sofa in the corner. your small tv playing comfort noise in the background.

you fought your tiredness to finish your essay due for next week. you ached in places you didn't even know you had the most you were aching was down there.

you hadn't had any sexual action in weeks even months.

you decided to go up to your room to try and relive yourself.

you sighed as your hands hovered over the pulsating area.

as a finger trailed it's way up your slit you involuntarily whined as you got tired of the foreplay you plunged a finger inside your soppy cunt.

your plush walls also fighting to relish your much needed orgasm as you groaned into your pillow.

you moaned, whined, groaned and breathed heavily as you desperately tried to reach your high.

you angrily quickened your pace. you were trying so hard yet you still weren't feeling anything.

in a huff you decided to stop trying to reach your endless high.

in the corner of your eye you saw the number jimin had left you.

it wouldn't hurt to call right?

it wasn't gonna be anything weird..... right ?

you took a small breathe as your fingered trembled attempting to type in the numbers.

1 ring

2 rings

3 rings

......

" h-hello? " you whispered out meekly

" hey honey, why don't you speak up for us?" the man on the other end spoke in a deep voice

" im sorry i- i don't know what this- is r-really for?" you spoke slightly louder as you stumbled over your words

"it's a sexhotline darling? "

" i- i well oh...” you huffed out , eyes widening softly you were lost in a trance of thought.

you were suddenly put on hold.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you gave yourself time to think.

it wouldn’t hurt right?

you were basically an adult, you felt like a teenage girl again.

so you decided.

Putting a client on hold was a part of their fun. It allows the person to wait and to draw out the anticipation. however in this case you were just confused.

you’ve been pacing back and forth inside your bedroom for minutes it was half eleven in the night , and you certainly didn’t think that your attention would be on this instead of your essay.

suddenly you heard another 'hello' erupt from the phone quickly you grabbed your device breathing heavily you gulped and mustered up your voice.

" h- hi i just want you to know that y-you can carry on I've been- struggling and i- need some just some help?" you say whispering the last part.

" you want us to help you cum bun? " another voice said this time it was lighter, kinder in a way.

“don’t make us talk to ourselves, darling.” the other man snarls.

a gasp emits from your dry lips when the tone of his voice turns firm. there was a strict, domineering tinge in his speech that made you sit still. you were too shocked to reply as your mind tried to comprehend the situation that you got yourself into.

“I-I…” you stuttered completely, wanting to smack yourself in the face. the pet names, their voices it was all over whelming you too much.

you let out a needy whine, both of the men groaned quietly into the phone.

" how old are you baby ? " baby. they called you baby.

" i-im 19? "

" fuck, will you be okay with this?" they ask to make sure

jungkook can’t help the soft growl escape his lips. It has been so rare for him to receive callers who aren’t twenty-five and above, and you might be his first time.

“Ohh, baby girl,” he bites his lip, “I think you’re the first client I’ve had who’s so young.” jungkook says to you

“ is that okay , i-im sorry- "

“Oh, its more than okay , baby. You still wanna continue? I can make you feel so…” he pauses, groaning quietly to himself, “so good.”

your pussy clenches around nothing as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second

"  yes daddy. " you say nodding to yourself. you suddenly froze as you realised the contents of your words

taehyung's eyes widen in shock, his mouth agape, certainly not expecting that sudden word to come out of your lips. He throws his head back, closing his eyes for a brief moment as he feels his dick harden.

It was so difficult for him to hold himself back because all he wanted to do was to say the dirtiest, nastiest things that he wants to do to you in your ear. but he had to slow down.

“daddy? Oh, what makes you call me that, hm? baby?”

you feel your throat go dry, your eyes wide in shock. You didn’t know what to respond without being so shocked with yourself.

" i-i just really need you please please please i need it. " you let it all out, you couldn't be bothered to hide it anymore.

“don’t be a brat kitten.“ taehyung snarled into the phone.

“ b-but daddy! please i- i need it so so bad it’s not fair!“ you whined softly as your fingers ghosted your aching, soppy cunt.

they both groaned loudly, as jungkook conversed with taehyung

" kook, fuck i need to do her in real life she's making this so hard for me."

" same here let's just go for it here she's going to make me cum in my pants." he sighed as he palmed himself to your weak whimpers.

" darling, me and tae were wondering if you wanted to do this in real life- we'd fuck you so good honey, you'd become our little cum dump id love to see your body tremble to the force of my cock. " taehyung said interrupting jungkook.

" yes.. please you said as you moaned quietly to their words

" okay bun, we'll text you where to meet us." jungkook breathed out.

the atmosphere was dripping with heavy lust your eyes shut right as you relished their deep gutural voices.

“ i can’t cum daddy please help me cum pleas-“ you begged in frustration

“oh honey, it’s okay sh- sh it’s ok ill help you just be patient okay? you can do that for me right?” jungkook said in a calm tone

" what's your name by the way."

" it's ____." you say meekly

" ____ edge yourself, fuck yourself just do not cum. "

and with that in the call ended

you sighed loudly grinning slightly, you were gonna get your brains done out by two sexy sounding men.

you smiled to yourself giddily as you finally got some sleep.

________________

the next morning you got up and did your daily routine entirely different you waxed everywhere, shaved, exfoliated, moisturised, basically every strawberry flavoured you had in your bathroom.

it was a Saturday, you had time to spare you texted jimin to meet him before you went to meet 'kook' and the other guy.

not to mention you were frustrated beyond belief you had done what they asked you to do and you half hate half love them for it.

on one hand you could cum from any suggestive touch you were given.

on the other hand you couldn't help but want to thank them you felt so ready for them.

you walked to the cafe.

the soft brown walls encompanied the mahogany floors and the cascade of plants across the room as you happily walked into the bustling cafe.

" what's got you so excited." he said grinning like the Cheshire cat

" uh nothing i just had some good sleep last night. " a lie.

" oh really? "

" yeah i even finished my essay!" not true but not false at the same time.

" wow! " jimin looked at you shocked

" jimin do you really have that little faith in me. " you say annoyed

" to be honest no. " he said chuckling

" jiminnn, well i have to be going now i have an appointment soon. " you explain pouting

" an appointment where? "

" somewhere special ? " you say in attempt to hide

" if you say so. " he uttered playfully and he watches you walk away

you stared at the building in front of you as you checked the address again and again it was a massive condo.

you rang the bell of the apartment square and dialled in the number seconds later you were buzzed in.

you took the elevator and anxiously played with your fingers you finally reached the floor you were headed to and walked into room 657 .

" h-hello i-im here it's ______ " you say confused you really made a large mistake.

suddenly turning around, you were pulled into a sloppy kiss. You immediately relaxed into it, wrapping your arms around his neck the deeper it went. Before it could go on too long, he pulled away.

Pressed between both of their bodies, you could help the way your body reacted. Your lips met Taehyung's again and you whimpered.

Jungkook took the opportunity to press his lips against your neck, skimming them over the collar now around your neck.

He hands gripped your waist, pulling your shirt up ever so slightly to touch the skin that became exposed.

Goosebumps across your skin and you gasped into Taehyung's mouth. The elder chuckled, reaching down to where Jungkook's deft fingers explored to tug up the hem of your shirt.

you gasped loudly as you tensed under their touch.

Already, you could feel your mind turning fuzzy, falling into your submissive roll to let them mold you how they wanted.

Jungkook chuckled as you lifted your arms, allowing Taehyung to pull your shirt off. Left in your bra, you couldn't help but cover your chest as vulnerability set in.

"None of that, bun," Jungkook growled softly, ripping your arms away from your chest. "You wanna be a good girl for us right? Let us take care of you?"

"Y-Yes..." You whined, whining when Taehyung leaned down pressing kisses against your chest above the seam of your bra. Gasping, you pushed your chest out to get more of the feeling.

"What a good girl," Taehyung cooed, falling to his knees in front of you.

You leaned back, using Jungkook as support to help Taehyung pull your jeans off completely. He tossed them away in a heap nearby and without wasting a second, his mouth was on your core.

The fabric of your panties put on the side, feeling his mouth on you fully but as he slid his tongue over your slit and caught your clit, you let out a soft moan.

"What a good kitten for us," Jungkook groaned, hands still cupping your breasts. He pinched your nipples, making your back arch as you cried out.

“Is that pretty pussy wet, Princess? Does your cunt ache to be filled by my cock?” jungkook coaxes

The filth of his words doesn’t surprise you, Under his teasing words, you feel yourself grow wet, your lust-filled desire mingling with the humiliation that flutters through you.

"Aw, your pussy that sensitive, baby?" Taehyung cooed pressing his middle finger to glide directly over the patch where your clit was, making your hips curve inwards as the intensity was blare enough to startle you.

He chuckled deeply at that, kind of sounding like a purr and just when you didn't think he could fuck with your sanity anymore than he was already doing, he turned his head to the side and lapped his wet muscle along your jugular vein before enclosing his lips area the area for harsh suck.

you moaned loudly as you arched your back against jungkook. taehyung put one leg over his shoulder to go deeper.

"Daddy!" You cried as his tongue slid through your folds. He moaned at the unimpeded taste of your cunt. Circling your entrance, he eagerly tasted everything you had to offer.

" don't take it all tae, shit she looks hot." jungkook groaned into your neck, biting licking and sucking against your sweet spot.

you whined as you trembled against the two men. you felt hot.

"Fuck!" You shrieked, spasming when he gave you a slap against your sodden folds . " I—!"

" be careful girl." jungkook growled into your ear

you moaned apologies left right and centre as he continued to abuse your aching clit.

suddenly you were harshly pulled away from taehyung's hot wet muscle and pushed into the soft plush bed.

you whined in protest at your denied orgasm.

" now, you're going to choose. me or tae." jungkook questioned sadistically

" i...i can't choose that i okay um jungkook?" you said in a small voice.

" good decision honey, now lie back let me take care of you." he cooed kindly

taehyung scoffed as he sat back

you were more than happy like this, but when you shifted your hips to grind your centre against his, you both groaned open-mouthed into the kiss.

You could feel that he was already hard in his boxers. Knowing that his willing cock was so close to your needy core erased your mind of any thoughts that weren't of him.

When you dragged your clit against him again you keened, the pleasure incredible despite the barriers between you.

he felt so big as you continued your actions

suddenly you felt his large and literally massive cock push into your plush soppy cunt.

you moaned loudly as jungkook groaned.

taehyung smirked as he shook his head.

" get moving i wanna see her squirt."

jungkook rocked back and forth at a steady pace it was amazing don't get me wrong but you wanted more you needed more.

"more! more please harder jungkook please! " you begged.

" princess, don't beg for things you can't keep up with." he chuckled

there was an animalistic gaze in his eye as he started plunging into your pussy, taehyung mouth open jerking himself off at the sight, your open lie open as he ground his fat cock into you.

you felt hot and euphoric and couldn't help but let moans continuously fall out of your mouth.

suddenly you felt a harsh slap on your face. you felt tears well up in your eyes.

Without warning, his cock was rammed inside you. Raw and hard with the way your pussy was soaking wet from your denied orgasm , he began to relentlessly fuck into you.

tears began spilling out of your eyes continuously and your moans became pornographic.

as if he couldn't go any faster he began to drill inside you, your body shook in ecstasy as his fat cock was pistoned into you.

you felt your high approaching, you panicked and begged for them to let you come.

" please! please let me cum ! ill be good , ill be a good girl ! " you cried out towards them

jungkook craned himself to be face to face with you, as he stared at you with his dark and lustful. his wet lips capture yours into a sloppy kiss .

he forced your mouth open and let his tongue glide upon yours. he sucked on the wet muscle softly as you cried out.

everything felt so good, too good.

you came 3 times alone with jungkook and felt overstimulated beyond belief.

" now it's my turn . " taehyung dead panned

" w-what i can't take anymore ill just su- "

" i said. it's my turn. " he uttered in a harsh tone

you wailed in frustration as your body writhed in defeat .

" you're gonna take it . that's what you asked for . " he spat at you.

observing the way your eyes darken, turning neediness, and the way your chest heaves in short breaths, Taehyung’s jaw flexes.

He pressed the tip against your hole, seeing you tense up almost immediately. taehyung rubbed the end of his cock along your wet cunt before sinking himself into you.

" d-daddy ple- ! " you body spasmed against the head board as taehyung suddenly slammed his body into you continuously.

“ you’re such an eager little whore, aren’t you?” he purrs, condescension laced in his tone.

you tightly held onto the relentless man as you felt your high approaching once more.

taehyung’s thrusts became sloppy as he grunted against your neck.

you felt your body swirl and turn around you and you finally came.

hours later

you groggily woke up as you felt your body give out into the bed.

“ hel- hello? ” you said wearily

“ hi princess.” taehyung smirked

“ round 5?” jungkook asked

you sighed as you submitted to them in their bed

here we go again.

5 missed calls from jimin

[obeymebabes]

Hello there! I've just found your blog and you do wonderful work. I hope that you're doing well and the Holidays were good to you.

If you're feeling up to it (please don't feel pressured if you don't), I was wondering if you were feeling up to writing a little flangst (angst to fluff) for a MC that sadly gets very nightmare prone the more stressed they are, but doesn't want to worry anyone, so they keep it to themselves and childishly opts instead to pull the 'I'll sleep when I'm dead tactic', only to fall asleep on one of the brothers (preferably Lucifer, but I'll leave it up to you)?

I hope you have a wonderful day today.

As someone who has constant and frequent vivid nightmares, I understand this struggle so much. Snuggling up to a demon boy would be the ultimate cure.

Sweet Dreams At Last (Lucifer x MC)

Warnings: Fluffy asf None!

Summary: Having been tasked with tons of work and the annoyance of the restless demon brother drama, MC ends up having nightmares and refusing sleep. A certain peacock boy notices and takes action to ease some stress.

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Everything seemed to be happening all at once. Lord Diavolo had appointed you as the leader of a “fun” school event, the brothers kept arguing, and literally nothing was going the way you wanted. Regardless of what you did, it seemed like all of the realms were against you. To say that you were incredibly stressed with all of what was happening was in fact the understatement of the century.

Is this what Lucifer deals with on like, a daily basis?

To top all of the terrible things, each night when you were nestled all snug and cozy in your bed, you’d wake up with a shiver running down your spine as your brain began to play it’s annoying tricks on you during your sleep. Your worst fears come to life as you’re unable to do anything but sit back and watch.

The only quick fix that you knew of was to just avoid sleeping. No, it wasn’t practical or logical, but it was easier than dreading the moment you closed your eyes.

Lucifer was the first to notice you weren’t doing well. He could practically feel the tension and stress dripping off of you. This was every day for him. If anyone is going to understand, it would be him. Of course you weren’t acting like your usual self. With the constant fear of falling asleep and slipping back into your terrifying mind, you were visibly more drained, sluggish, and perhaps a bit more snappy than he would like. He knew better than to bring it up in front of his brothers, so he waited, keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

Sitting at the table for breakfast you could feel the lack of sleep starting to fog your mind. Your eyes and whole body heavy with sleep. Hardly having the energy to eat, all you could do was prop your head up with your hand, trying desperately to keep yourself awake. The occasional slip of your head luckily went unnoticed as the brothers continued to argue over whatever it was they were fighting over this time. It took too much energy to try to keep a steady focus on their complaints. Soon it would all be over, and all you had left to do was make it through the day at RAD.

Stopping you before you had strayed too far from the table after breakfast, he spoke quietly. “MC, will you come to my room with me please?”

With a low energy nod, you could feel your chest tighten with mild panic. Lucifer? Speaking to you this early? What could have gotten you in trouble this time? Are you not wearing the RAD uniform correctly? Were you failing a class? Was it about the event that Diavolo insisted that you plan? 

Upon entering his room, it was warm, and dimly lit. His bed looked so comfy. So tempting. Oh what it would be like to curl up and recover sleep in such a large cozy bed. 

But you were quickly snapped back to reality after hearing Lucifer call your name. Turning to face the first born, you suppress a yawn, trying to keep up the facade that you weren’t actually tired, when every bone in your body was screaming at you that you needed to sleep.

“Is there something you would like to tell me?” He questioned, waiting for you to relax in his presence. His voice was calm, soft, understanding even. It may be rare for him to show it, but he genuinely cares about you and your health.

You were quiet. What are you supposed to tell him? So many things ran through your head. 

“You haven’t been sleeping properly, correct?” Lucifer inquired, taking a seat on the couch in his room, coaxing for you to join him.

Joining him, you hesitated, but finally gave in to his curious gaze.

“I keep having nightmares. I don’t know how you do it, Lucifer. The stress from Lord Diavolo asking me to prepare the event for RAD with all of the schoolwork on top of that, and your brothers arguing over absolutely everything is just so tiring. I haven’t been this stressed out since I got here. Then I started getting nightmares so I just stopped sleeping. I’m sor-”

“No need to apologize, MC. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Lucifer’s interruption caught you a bit off guard, but looking up into his dark crimson eyes you could tell he meant it. He was listening, and he was aware that you needed help.

“I brought you here to let you relax. I told Lord Diavolo to overlook your absence at RAD for today. My brothers will be away for the time being, and there is a curse placed on the door so you will not be able to hear their return.” Lucifer stood, heading over to the vintage vinyl player he had in his room to put on some of his soothing classical music. 

“As for your nightmares,” He paused, handing you a cup of warm tea, “I advise that you drink this. It should prevent you from having any, and will ensure that you will sleep peacefully.” 

You were speechless aside from the soft “thank you” that made it’s way past your lips. This was strange, especially for Lucifer. You had never seen him so generous, so caring, so willing to tend to your needs. It was a new side to him that you were happy to see. He wasn’t just the uptight and strict demon that he always portrayed. There is indeed a heart in his chest.

Lucifer took the opportunity to sit next to you after handing you a soft blanket. Both taking the chance to make small talk until you dozed off. Things were peaceful. The Avatar of Pride letting his guard down, telling you little stories about his life over the years. Doing his best to keep you relaxed and ease your mind from the stress you kept dwelling on.

You were beginning to feel the tea working it’s magic. The soft music lulling you to sleep as the fireplace kept you cozy. It was almost too perfect. Like some sort of fairytale.

Unbeknownst to you, your head had found its way onto Lucifer’s shoulder. But he didn’t move. Instead, he simply rested his head against yours. He had the same peace and quiet that you had, so he was going to make use of it. 

As he began to doze off, he clung to the hope that when he opened his eyes, this tender moment wouldn’t just be a dream he got lost in. He hoped that you would still be snuggled up peacefully with him, feeling relaxed, comforted, and well rested. 

“Sweet dreams, MC.” 

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[eatsbop]

Tulio anger management post

It's like what Annie Wilkes said, he didn't get out of the cock-a-doodie car.

Peetee let me down and if anything, it's because he's lazy.

Maybe I'm not qualified to nitpick like wtf I ain't shit but you know, it just pisses me off like I've been holding this in, bro. I tried my best. I'm here for the hell of it but it's been pissing me off so bad for so long.

Anyway, idk where to even start.. but let's just talk about my major beef.

He didn't get out the cock-a-doodie car. In the last chapter rocketman was stuck in a car and it careened down a cliff.. but then next chapter they show us, rocketman is safe. He got out of the car after all.

Annie was right about that one thing, that ain't playing fair.

It's just fucking lazy writing, bro. Like sure, I'm glad my guy is fine. Han Wanguk gets squashed by the hydraulic press one chapter then NO he ACTUALLY didn't, fooled ya. Baek Seongjoon had given up the last of his ghost, NO actually he didn't. He's actually fueled by the power of love. What the fuck, Romeo.

Okay, sure. Let's say we can forgive the whole Wanguk thing. Things happened before Jenny left the cargo container. But can you explain what SJ's little office tantrum was for then? What about his 5 ep flashback? Okay, let's say the whole beating up and almost crippling a bunch of teenagers is his attempt to maintain his cover cause you know, he's still hoping his little jig to infiltrate Taesan's ranks hadn't completely collapsed just yet. What was he being so dramatic in his office for? Did Jenny install security cameras in SJ's control room to monitor him like a lab rat? Doubt it. Then later he showed us a panel of SJ calling his dad-in-law, "ooh don't get mad at yoo hobin uwuwu". What? What what. Make it make sense.

You know the whole bad-guy-actually-sweet-guy worked for Taehoon's case cause meowmeow had a build up. I don't know why Peetee's so keen on recycling ideas that he sold before. The only thing it does is make the entire meal bland and over chewed.

Seo Seongun goes feral. Cool, show-stopping, fresh, spicy.. but every other character going feral during fights too? Don't these mofos have any integrity. I only need one Sammy. That position is already taken. I'm good. Stop copy-pasting him over everyone, it makes Sammy look regular.

I don't understand why Peetee needs to do this except out of laziness. He could write characters like Olly and Jiho. Why would he cut corners when he could do better? I'm happy how he handled Jiho. He didn't turn op like everyone else. He just kept doing his little Jiho deeds as little evil Jiho within his little Jiho bounds.

Uuurghgg.. I'm so pissed.

Anyway. Must you really spell out the situation for Yoo Hobin. It's so fucking literal, it hurts my pride. Oooh he's the good guy, the protagonist. He does good things. He's the hero. Because SJ is actually a good guy and he's working for the common good because love.. wins. No, it didn't. That's fucking bullshit, my guy. Can't you dig more into Hobin's character? Say, what's wrong with falling victim to the consequences of your actions? Can't a dude struggle because he made bad life decisions? Might it not be homeboy burrowed himself too deep into this fucking mess with no way out and now he's trying to wriggle away and survive and.. and.. cause man.. the economy is just this bad. Making a living is so fucking complicated. Making a living while having a conscience is sheer fucking torture. I wish I can sell everyone out but nah, I'm better than that uwu I'm Yoo "The Man" Hobin.

But no it's just, Yoo Hobin is.. good guy. He is.. good guy and he do.. the good things. Because I'm too lazy to explore his character uwu.

(Can you fucking tell I'm sitting bored in a waiting room? Yes, I'm sitting bored in a waiting room. I don't have the energy for any of this but I am full of spite and I'm so fucking bored.)

As for the stuff regarding him being a bigot.. Okay, let me just say.. I never had any real hope or expectation for any form of media, series, title, whatever else in regards to things like representation and all that. I don't, I'm fed up. And Peetee is too fucking fan-servicey to be trusted. Like he gives us a dick shot and call it a day. I'm sick of all the marketing ploys and all the fucking rainbow filter slapped in every fucking logo every pride month.

Anyway, whatever. Didn't Yeonwoo's dad recognize SJ's lady as uh.. some politician's daughter? Like yea, let's all pretend you build that up, Peetee. Good job, man.