#literally posting this middle of the night

[scolop98]

I love the idea that the reason nobody in the audience seems to bat an eye when Huntr/x skydives onto stage or kills a demon in the middle of their audience is because this is just what Huntr/x concerts are like. Demon attacks during Huntr/x concerts happen so often that fans just expect it to happen every few concerts.

What if the public reaction to the finale concert is just "wow, the Huntr/x team really outdid themselves with the special effects this time."

I like the idea that Huntr/x initially debuted as a pretty standard K-Pop girl group, but then a demon attacks one of their early concerts. Imagine how panicked the girls would've been the first time this happens — they're backstage, have just finished their makeup, and holy shit there's a demon in the green room. The girls are simultaneously panicking and hyperfocused on this situation that needs to be dealt with NOW because they're on in five minutes! It's only once the demon is dead that they notice the applause and the stage lights and realize that the fight moved onstage three minutes ago.

Afterwards the concert gets rave reviews for the quality of the special effects and the boldness of their new gimmick. Since Huntr/x was singing during the entirety of the fight (strengthening the Honmoon during a fight by singing in harmony is basic hunter strategy, after all), everyone assumes it was just a part of the performance. The girls are like "Well, if the fans and critics liked it, maybe we should lean into it?"

To this day Celine is baffled that no-one's ever questioned that the girls sometimes slay actual demons in front of a live, recorded audience.

There are several fans who boast about keeping pieces of rubble from that one time when the stage blew up midway through a Huntrix concert (totally wasn't a giant demon that burst out of the ground. definitely just pyrotechnics and lasers and the magic of pratical effects. trust me)

The identity of Huntrix's special effects team must be one of the great mysteries of the k-pop industry. Naturally, they've never publicly revealed the behind-the-scene secrets of how they pull of those effects.

There are hardcore online theorists who meticulously analyze every concert fight for 'symbolism' and hints about the next album. The community was in tears when they realized there was no surviving footage or recordings of the Saja Boys x HUNTR/X concert. If anything this only encourages people to theorize about how the concert is the thematic finale to a years-long Huntr/x ARG storyline.

Imagine a social media fic that's just a multi-post thread started by a newbie fan who's like:

so i've never been a huge fan of kpop, but I took my little sister to the huntrix concert last night because she's obsessed with them and hasn't shut up about their world tour since she found out they were performing in L.A. on her birthday. halfway through the show a group of guys in demon(?) cosplay came out of the crowd and swarmed onstage and the lead singer pulls out a fucking sword and decapitated them??? onstage??? what tf did i just watch???

The rest of the thread is multiple comments from longtime Huntr/x fans that are all "oh yeah this happens all the time" and "they're really upping the sfx this time." The longest post in the thread is a full-blown mini history lesson on Huntrix's use of costumed stunt actors and special effects in their concerts, the way the symbolism of the 'demon fights' has changed over time, and how multiple critics have credited the uniqueness of their demon-hunter theme as playing a major role in their rise to fame. The final comment just says "they're literally called HUNTRIX what did you expect"

[aristarcat]

The Accolade.

[kpop-ruins-our-lives]

Adrenaline - Park Jihoon scenario (Fluff, angst) - Part 2

Summary: Park Jihoon and you are going to the same collage, you know each other from a distance, not friends, just acquaintances. Him being outgoing, flirtatious, good looking man. The two of you will bond overtime. Sometimes, bad things need to happen for something good to appear.

PART 1 I

Members: Park Jihoon x Reader Genre: Angst, fluff Warnings: mature language, drinking, going out, fighting, drinking and driving, mention of loss, grief Word count: 3929

Engines humming low, you lean into Jihoon as he guides the bike through quiet streets. Neon signs blur past—late-night diners, shuttered shops, and the occasional streetlamp casting long shadows. You feel his steady confidence beneath you, each gentle twist of the throttle easing your tension.

After a few blocks, he slows into a smooth turn down a tree-lined avenue. “Almost there,” he calls over the engine’s purr. You nod against his back, hair brushing his collar. The city’s rhythm softens to a whisper.

At the curb outside your dorm, he kills the engine and turns in the saddle so you can slip off. Jihoon was already astride his bike, one boot steady on the asphalt, body relaxed into the seat like he’d been born there. His leather jacket creaked subtly as he leaned back slightly, eyes tracking your movements with that quiet intensity only he could wear so effortlessly.

You took your time adjusting your hair, your fingers smoothing strands behind your ears, shaking it once just to settle it right. When you stepped closer, helmet in hand, Jihoon offered a low, amused hum.

“Thanks,” you say, voice warm in the hush of the street.

He offers that half-smile—equal parts mischief and something softer. “Anytime,” he replies

“You always fix your hair like you’re heading into a photoshoot?” he teased, voice a shade deeper in the night air.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, placing the helmet gently into his waiting hands. “Well, I was just riding with the campus heartthrob,” you said dryly, brushing invisible lint from your sleeve.

Jihoon chuckled as he secured the helmet to his handlebars. “Guess you’ve got a point.”

You shifted your weight, tugging your jacket into place.

“So… Thursday? Art café, same time?”

He nodded, gaze still on you even as he adjusted the strap on his glove.

“Thursday. Don’t be late this time.”

“I’m literally always early,” you shot back.

Jihoon smirked, revving the engine once, just enough to let the bike growl in reply. “Then I better not keep you waiting.”

You took a step back, warmth curling in your chest, watching as the streetlights glanced across his jaw. “Goodnight, Jihoon.”

He lifted two fingers in a lazy wave, a voice barely louder than the engine.

“Night Y/N.”

And with that, he rolled smoothly down the street, the hum of his bike trailing behind like a secret only you’d been invited to hear.

---

Over the next week, campus life settles into its usual rhythm—lectures, library marathons, quick coffees grabbed between classes. But in the middle of that bustle, you and Jihoon keep weaving around each other in quiet moments.

By mid-afternoon, you duck into the library stacks, hoping for some quiet study time, only to hear Jihoon’s voice ballooning out from a nearby table. He and his friends are huddled together, elbows bumping, exchanging jokes so loud it’s halfway to a roar. You peek around the shelves and catch him mid-laugh. With a mock scowl, you press a finger to your lips in a silent “shh,” and his head snaps around in surprise. His grin widens, and he shakes his head before miming zipping his lips—fingers pulling his lips closed. You can’t help but smile before ducking back into your corner of silence.

Then evening falls, and you settle into your dorm room with textbooks pushed aside. Your roommate’s already asleep; the hallway’s whisper-quiet. You scroll through Instagram to unwind—and there it is again: Jihoon’s story posted at 1:37 a.m. A view from his helmet cam: city lights flickering like stars. Another story, a shot of his boots resting on the asphalt, engine growl drifting through the audio.

You pause. Why is he up so late? You wonder for the hundredth time.

---

The café feels emptier than usual when you slide into your corner table—sunlight fading toward late afternoon and jazz still lingering in the speakers. You set out your notes and glance at your watch: it’s 3:00.

At 3:15, you finally hear it—the deep growl of an engine drifting down the street. Through the window, you spot Jihoon.

"I'm sorry..." he spoke as he walked up to the table with his eyes almost speaking how sorry he was. He sat down, this time next to you, which for a moment left you surprised for a split second.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it, I ordered in advance," you smiled.

He eyes your matcha. “Matcha? Didn’t know you were into that.”

You shrug. “Needed something green today. Keeps me awake longer than coffee.”

Jihoon laughs, then glances back at the window. “Nice bike,” you blurt, unable to help yourself. “What is it?”

He lights up, surprised and pleased you asked. “It’s a Yamaha R1M—2020 model. Carbon-fiber chassis, active aerodynamics, Öhlins electronic suspension. It’s built more like a race bike than a street bike.” He pauses and catches your expression. “Sorry—geek mode.”

You smile. “It looks amazing, even if I have no clue what most of that means.”

He smiles and opens his laptop. You hand him the printout of slides two through five, and he starts scanning. As you both lean over your screens, the distance between you shrinks. His shoulder brushes yours; you feel it as an electric spark.

Midway through slide three, your eyes flick up and lock with his. It isn’t the casual banter of before. Something deeper stirs in the space between you: a sudden quiet intensity that makes your heart hammer. He holds your gaze, eyelashes catching the light, and you realize he’s feeling it, too.

By the time you close your laptops, the café clock reads 9:00 PM—six hours straight of brainstorming, reworking the thesis statement, piecing together slides, and hunting down just the right quotes.

You head to your usual bench around the corner, each of you grabbing a beer from the corner shop—nothing fancy, just something to toast the evening. You sit side by side, shoulders almost touching, the city lights casting long reflections on the pavement.

As you head for the bus stop, Jihoon’s hand gently lands on your arm. “Wait,” he murmurs, frown creasing his brow—half serious, half amused.

“Give me five minutes. I’ll be right back.” he adds, voice low.

Your heart tugs between curiosity and impatience. “What are you up to?” you ask, but he’s already swinging his leg over his Yamaha and firing up the engine. He gives you a quick salute—“Seriously, don’t go anywhere”—and peels away into the night, the taillight’s glow shrinking until it’s nothing more than a red blink.

You settle back onto the bench, brow furrowed. Five minutes stretch into ten.

The rumble of the R1M fades, and you look up just as Jihoon eases the bike to a stop. He swings his leg over, kills the engine, and peels off his helmet in one smooth motion. His hair’s a little mussed, cheeks lifted in a grin.

He walks over carrying a second helmet—sleek, black, a little worn in at the lining. It’s his old one, he says, but he thinks it’ll fit you.

Jihoon’s eyes light up. He holds the helmet out to you like a prize. “I didn’t forget what you said,” he says, voice bright.

“Last week, you told me—if I ever had a spare, you’d ride with me.”

Everything slows. You remember that careless joke—how you laughed and teased about co-pilot duty, never thinking he’d actually make it happen.

He smirks, stepping closer. “You can’t back out now.”

Your fingers curl around the strap. The world feels electric: the tingle of that soft black shell in your palms, the warmth of him just a breath away, and his smirk daring you.

---

Jihoon eases the R1M up out of the city center, tires humming against the asphalt as you lean into each turn. Neon reflections dance across his carbon-fiber fairings and onto your visor. The wind tears at your hair, cool and exhilarating, and you feel every heartbeat of the engine beneath you.

He guides you onto a winding road that climbs a hillside.

He kills the engine, and the sudden silence feels sacred. You both take off your helmets and inhale together: a breeze scented with night-blooming jasmine and the faint tang of gasoline. Jihoon’s hair flutters against his forehead as he turns to you, eyes bright in the streetlamp glow.

“This is my favorite spot,” he admits, voice low. “I come here whenever I need to clear my head.”

You settle onto the weathered bench, side by side, the city lights sparkling like embers below. A breeze stirs the air, soft enough to let you hear distant traffic and the faint rustle of leaves. For a moment, neither of you speaks—you simply share the view.

Jihoon breaks the quiet. “You look different out here,” he says, voice low. “Like you belong to this place.”

You smile, pulling your knees up. “It’s peaceful,” you admit. “My dad used to bring me here when I was little. He loved riding up these hills.”

He turns to you, interest lighting his eyes.

“Your dad rides?”

You hesitate, then shake your head.

“He used to. He was on two wheels every day of my childhood. I learned the basics from watching him—how to buckle a helmet, ease the clutch, find the balance point in a turn.” You glance out over the lights.

“He was passionate. I never imagined I’d meet someone who lives for bikes like he does.”

Jihoon’s hand drifts to rest lightly on the bench between you. “That’s… really special,” he says. “Thanks for sharing that with me.”

You meet his gaze, surprised by how openly the words came. “I don’t usually talk about it,” you confess. “But tonight felt different.”

He smiles, genuine and warm. “I’m glad you did.” He pauses, watching you as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Does he still ride?”

Your shoulders slump a little. “He had an accident a few years back. Nothing fatal, but enough to make him walk away from it.” Your voice grows quieter. “He gave up riding completely.”

Jihoon’s expression softens. “I’m sorry.” He offers you a small, steadying nod.

The city lights below shimmer like scattered embers, but it’s the gentle press of his shoulder against yours that anchors you here, now. A pulse of warmth blooms in your chest, simple and pure: you’re safe, seen, and alive in a way that textbooks and deadlines have never quite managed. In this stolen moment above the bustle, joy isn’t loud or dizzying—it’s calm certainty, as if every worry you carried has been lightened by the hum of his engine and the hush of night.

He perches beside you and notices how your hair catches the lamplight, how your eyes trace the skyline with that soft curiosity he’s come to cherish. Normally, his mind loops through memories he’d rather forget—the ache of loss, the weight of promises broken—but tonight those ghosts soften at the edges. Instead, he feels the cool breeze carry quiet gratitude, each breath a reminder that for the first time in a long while, his heart isn’t racing from panic or guilt but from something steadier: hope.

Jihoon perches at the edge, shoulders brushing yours, and for a long moment, you simply look—eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, the shadow of his lashes, the way his mouth parts ever so slightly when he breathes.

He catches your gaze, and suddenly every heartbeat echoes in your ears. You shift closer until your knees almost touch. His eyes drop to your lips, flick back to your eyes, and the world tilts on its axis. You want to close the gap, to feel his skin against yours, but you’re both held in that charged silence as if speech would shatter the moment.

Later on, Jihoon stands and strides over to his bike, leaning against the gleaming carbon-fiber tank. He rests both hands on the seat and watches you as you raise your phone to capture the city’s lights—each shot more beautiful with him in the frame. He smiles, the corner of his mouth tugged upward, and you sense a hundred thoughts behind those dark eyes: how the light plays across your hair, the curve of your neck, the way your lips purse in concentration.

When you lower your phone, you find him studying you the same way. You step off the bench and walk to him, the distance between you shrinking until there’s only his heartbeat under your palm. You stand side by side, shoulders brushing, both of you staring out at the endless glow.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Jihoon says, voice low and rough. He turns to you, eyes blazing. “I’m going to cross the line now.”

Your breath hitches before you even realize what’s happening—he’s tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, palm warm against your cheek. Then he’s on you, lips pressing against yours with all the restraint of pent-up longing. It’s urgent and hungry, a rush of heat and soft friction as his hands slide around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You respond in kind, arms winding around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

As the two of you got on the bike, the ride was different, but in a good way. The quick memories of the kisses linger in your minds, making both of you smile under those helmets. The electric energy between the two of you was loud.

At each red light, Jihoon straightens, and one hand drifts to your thigh-light, almost hesitant. A jolt of electricity shoots up your spine. You grip him tighter, pressing into the warmth of his jacket, and he shifts subtly under your hold, careful with every twist of the throttle as you two carve through the night.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Jihoon stands in the gathering dark of his apartment, helmet still in hand. His chest tightens with that same rush he felt when your lips met his on the hillside—warmth spreading from collarbone to stomach, the world narrowing down to the press of your body against his. A small, disbelieving smile tugs at his lips as he remembers the taste of you and the way your heartbeat answered his.

---

You woke up smiling.

It crept in slowly at first—the stretch of sunlight painting golden stripes across your blanket, the hum of city life murmuring from outside. But then it hit you all at once: Jihoon. His lips. That kiss.

A soft laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it, hands rushing to cover your face like you were holding a secret too precious to let go. Your heart fluttered with the memory—the surprise of it, how gentle and deliberate it had been, how safe you felt tucked into that moment. You never expected him to do that. Not Jihoon, the boy wrapped in rumors and cool detachment. But there it was. A kiss that felt more like a beginning than a mistake.

You practically floated through your morning routine—coffee sweeter than usual, socks mismatched, humming some song you didn’t even remember knowing.

Later, at the café, you slid into the booth across from your friends, still caught in the glow. They noticed it right away.

“Okay,” one of them said, raising an eyebrow, “what’s with the face?”

You tried to play it cool, fiddling with the mug in your hands—but the corners of your mouth gave you away.

“Jihoon,” you murmured.

Three heads turned. Forks paused mid-air. Eyes widened.

“What about him?”

You took a deep breath, still unsure if saying it out loud would make it too real. “He kissed me. That night. After the ride.”

The reactions were… mixed.

Your closest friend’s eyes lit up, biting back a squeal.

“I knew something was going on between you two! Wait—how? When? You have to tell us everything.”

But not everyone was smiling. One girl leaned back in her chair, expression clouded. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she asked cautiously.

“You’ve heard the stories—he’s been with girls before and just… ghosts them. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Another nodded slowly. “He’s nice, but Jihoon’s complicated. You don’t exactly get the full version of him right away.”

You exhaled, the weight of their concern curling into your chest. But your fingers stayed wrapped around your coffee mug as warmth trickled through you—not just from the drink, but from the memory. That kiss hadn’t felt hollow. It hadn’t felt like one of those late-night mistakes whispered across campus dorms.

“I know the rumors,” you said softly, gaze distant. “But he didn’t feel like a rumor that night. He felt real.”

Your friends exchanged glances—some cautious, some quietly hopeful—and the topic shifted back to class and weekend plans. But the conversation stayed with you long after, humming beneath your ribs like a secret only the two of you truly understood.

The courtyard was buzzing with students and warm with sunlight, and Jihoon stood beneath the canopy of a gingko tree, waving at Seojun with half a croissant in hand. His jacket hung off one shoulder, and his laugh—unrestrained, easy—floated through the breeze. But the moment he caught sight of you across the square, the world snapped into focus.

His whole expression shifted.

He excused himself with a quick pat on Seojun’s back and made his way toward you, something like disbelief softening his smile. Jihoon stopped a few feet away, hands in pockets, grin lazy—you felt your breath catch.

“You look…” he said, tilting his head, eyes skating over you like he was memorizing all over again, “—well-rested.”

You laughed. “You look like you’ve slept for the first time in a year.”

“I might’ve,” he replied, a smile touching his eyes now. “It’s easier to breathe when you’re not chasing ghosts.”

You stood there, blinking in the sunlight, surrounded by noise and movement, but wrapped in the gentle steadiness of him. He looked lighter. Calmer.

Happy.

---

The café was quieter than usual—soft jazz humming through the speakers, sunlight stretched long across the floorboards. You were already there, laptop open, textbooks fanned out like armor. You hadn’t even noticed how often you glanced at the door until you caught yourself checking the time again.

Late. Of course, he was.

Then, like he always does, he strolled in with the casual arrogance of someone who knew he could get away with it. Leather jacket slung over one shoulder, that ever-so-slight smirk tugging at his lips. He didn’t say anything at first—just dropped into the seat beside you, not across like before, but next to you, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Miss me?” he murmured, nudging your elbow.

You shot him a look—half amusement, half warning. “You’re thirty minutes late.”

“Thirty minutes,” he echoed, voice low, “and you still saved me a seat. That’s loyalty.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to focus on your notes, but the weight of his presence beside you was different today. Electric. Warm. His knee brushed yours under the table, and he didn’t move it away. Neither did you.

“Ready to wrap this up?” he asks, opening his laptop and lining it up with yours. You nod, heart doing a little flip at how natural it feels to have him here.

You pull up the slide deck, and he scrolls through, pointing out a missing citation here, a label that could be clearer there. His suggestions are sharp and patient, and under his steady guidance, every rough edge smooths away. You tackle the conclusion together, brainstorming a final graphic that ties every section neatly.

Almost before you know it, bullet points have become polished paragraphs, draft visuals have become crisp charts, and your to-do list has dwindled to two minor tweaks. Jihoon’s fingers fly over the keyboard, tightening phrasing while you adjust color schemes and fonts.

In between working on the project, the two of you usually take breaks. Both of you would share stories about your life, childhood. It felt like you two knew each other already.  

Jihoon leans on his elbow, propping his cheek against his hand as he watches you scroll through slides and mutter to yourself. His smile is soft, almost lazy, but there’s something else beneath it—like he’s memorizing you in real time. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, trying to ignore the warmth blooming in your cheeks, but it’s no use.

His hand drifted under the table—slowly, boldly—and settled on your thigh. Not just resting, but caressing, thumb grazing a small circle against your jeans. Your breath caught. He wasn’t even looking at you now, just sipping his iced coffee like his hand wasn’t absolutely lighting your nerves on fire.

“Jihoon,” you whispered, blinking hard at your screen.

He looked sideways with that maddening grin and said, “Is this distracting?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Good. I like being a little hard to ignore.”

When you finally pushed his hand away—blushing furiously—he just chuckled and returned to his notes.

---

Hanging out became second nature. Late-night ramen runs, shared playlists while half-watching films you never finished. You never talked about what it was or where it was going. You just... flowed.

But when the nights stretched longer and conversations turned to stolen glances and lingering touches, something shifted.

It wasn’t love. Not in the classic, butterflies-and-promises sense. It was heat—charged and pulsing. It was the way his hand would find the back of your neck or slowly caress your thigh, or how your fingertips traced the line of his collarbone when the room fell quiet.

Some nights, you ended up tangled in Jihoon’s sheets, skin warm and flushed, his voice rough against your neck as the city lights painted the ceiling. No confessions. Just rhythm and gravity.

Working together on your project had grounded you both at first. And it paid off: the presentation earned top marks—professors nodding through your slides, classmates catching each other’s glances like “Wait, they actually did good?” You nailed it. It was structured, sharp, better than either of you expected, honestly. And while your A stood loud and proud in the grade book, the lingering eye contact across the café when you got the results said more than that.

Now, you made excuses to see each other even without class as a reason. He’d text you in the middle of the day—“You free?”—and you'd find yourself sneaking out of the library, past the quad, slipping between buildings to meet him behind the humanities block. Sometimes you'd just talk.

And yeah—people were starting to notice.

Friends raised eyebrows. Strangers gave double-takes. Even classmates started whispering when they saw you two walk in together, shoulder to shoulder, not touching, but radiating something unmistakable. He’d post a photo of the bike at night and your hand in frame, fingers brushing the gas tank. You’d post the edge of his sleeve, post him with his head leaning back so that his sharp jawline gets into the light, or his shadow across your feet in headlights. Still no faces. But the posts, the quiet rhythm of your meet-ups, the way you both moved when you were near each other—it spoke volumes.

You never said the words out loud—not to Jihoon, not even to yourself, really—but deep down, you knew it: you were giving this your all. When the nights were still and he hadn’t texted, when he posted stories that didn’t include your hand or your shadow, that’s when the thoughts crept in. What exactly are we? Friends? Friends who kiss? Friends who sleep together? Or something else entirely?

[starryjkoo]

Yoomin getting realer and realer by day. Y’all gonna see when they reveal their relationship. I use to ship Jikook but now I noticed how non-exclusive Jikook are. Yoonmin go on private dates, while Jikook video tape their dates.

Omg lmao 😭 I know it’s better to ignore trolls but thank you for the ask because I will take this opportunity to yap a bit about Jikook 🙏

Firstly, I love yoonmin! but there’s nothing exclusive about them. Jimin and Yoongi were drinking and talking about music in the middle of the night, Jimin and Namjoon were also recently drinking and talking about music in the middle of the night (NJ said for three hours iirc). Yoonmin have gotten dinner and drinks together, Jimin has also obviously gotten dinner and drinks with other members too lol. TH was the only member at dinner with JH after his concert recently, does that mean they’re dating? (also can I say how cool it is that JM has been discussing music so much with namgi and how that’s giving me hope he’s going to be more involved with the group album?). Doesn’t the yoonmin story also remind you of the yoonkook wine date? JK was at YG’s home, they were drinking wine together and YG said they suddenly started writing ppl pt2? JK also sang the guide for it iirc.

I really enjoyed CH2 yoonmin and I believe that they grew closer through the experience of preparing their albums at the same time and doing some promotions together (oh wait, isn’t that company content?). Yoongi was someone who gave Jimin a lot of encouragement and advice in CH2, but there wasn’t anything particularly abnormal or eyebrow raising about any of their interactions either. I suspect you already knew that though and I don’t really want to dissect their relationship (I will hype it anytime though because I really do like yooonmin and their DdeunDdeun ep is one of my favorite comfort contents).

(As an aside, on top of the yoonkook wine date erasure, why don’t y’all hype minimoni more? Didn’t Namjoon say that out of everyone he’s met since becoming an adult, Jimin was the one he loves and trusts the most? Didn’t he post that Jimin poster recently during his walk, and didn’t they also have late night drinks too? Also the vmin erasure? They had the most skinship moments at JH’s concert and TH also posted like three vids with JM on his IG account? Also they had the most !!! moment during the recent live AND Jimin mentioned meeting up with TH for drinks during the military era, why do you only care about tkk meeting up at the gym or ymn, hm?)

And it’s funny to compare Jikook and Yoonmin too because let’s talk about yoonminkook for a minute here. First of all, I think Yoongi’s relationship with them is cute because on top of the music discussions, he kind of just looks after them while they do their little Jikook things. I loved the funny phone call on AYS where he answered it super gruff and then we found out that he had already watched JKs performance and knew they were together (bc YG is always keeping up with all of their schedules, he even created Suchwita for the members, it’s sweet).

But the story where yoonminkook were together for dinner (drinks? it sounded like they were at one of their homes) and then Jikook straight up wandered off and ended up talking alone for hours about singing. Or Jin’s concert recently? Now that is going down in the Jikook history books because the way that JK pretty much ignored everyone else unless Jimin was talking to them first was kind of wild to witness.

JK let Yoongi walk past him twice so he could walk specifically with Jimin. JK wouldn’t even go to the car alone, he waited on JM to take his video first, literally stopped and turned around just to walk with him too. Jikook also left together despite the fact that Yoongi arrived with them. It’s even more surprising because yoonmin are the ones who live in the same apartment complex (I know there was some debate on if jkk really left together, but it really did look so based on the unedited video, and on the off chance they didn’t it’s even more hilarious JK was waiting around for JM to take his vid instead of just going to his own car like YG did). I don’t even like making all that much out of the car thing, but for the people who do, there you go. Also it was cute when yoonminkook all took their seats and then Jikook immediately just turned to each other when looking at their free ponchos.

So yeah, comparing yoonminkook is certainly a choice. Yoongi has a warm and close relationship with both of them (yoonmin also have their cat and mouse thing) but Jikook have always spent the bulk of their time together and hovered around each other in a unique way. And by always I mean actually as long as we’ve known them and not a specific few month period people want to hyper-fixate on to push a narrative, because it’s not about a few months out of context, it’s about literal years of consistency.

It’s also crazy to try and take a dig at Jikook over the topic of exclusivity. I guess when you say exclusivity you’re thinking of things like dinner or drinks or car sharing. Those are things ALL of the members have done together, and while Jikooker’s might hype or enjoy those little things too, that’s not really what they mean when they talk about Jikook and exclusive. It’s more like GCF Tokyo, the hickey, rosebowl, JKs JM live, JM flying across the world just for JKs birthday, JKs birthday thirst trap, JM being one of the only members to consistently see JK on his birthday, enlisting together, creating a show and traveling the world together, “best trips of my life”, the way they constantly bring up Tokyo, and so on.

There are no two other members who have done all the things Jikook have done together, the types of ??? moments they have had with each other, and with the crazy amount of consistency on top of all of that. That’s literally why the whole company pushed ship thing exists in the first place. Other JM/JK ships literally have to find a way to discredit their moments to make sense. Jikooker’s do not have to do that at all (even though some of them do, but that’s because they’re petty and fanwars).

Part of the problem is the intense shippers who are bored and need to turn every little crumb of something into ship proof instead of just enjoying and having fun with it. It does set them up considering those “crumbs” are generally things all members do. Although that’s literally how tkkrs thrive so it works for some I guess. For me though, those things have always been fun bonus things that are cute but it’s not why the majority of Jikooker’s think that Jikook are weird or could have something going on.

Jikook spending eighteen months together in an extremely high stress environment and then coming back and choosing to spend even more time together is honestly just crazy to me. Show me two other members who have spent that kind of time together? I don’t even know two people irl who would want to spend that much time together without taking a break first. tkk couldn’t even stay at that ski resort the same amount of time because they wanted to do different things.

Jikook got back from the military and the first thing they wanted to do was travel and make content together. They also chose to go to Jin’s concert together instead of with other members (you can say they were jet lagged but NJ literally came straight from the airport), arrived and left together, and spent most of the concert engaging with each other. Even in the most recent live Jikook were still sitting near each other and had a lot of cute moments. Jimin was down on the floor but Jungkook still reached down to touch him several times, to look at his silly face, message, reassure, and gently berate him for being too self critical (although y’all can we stop being weird and hyper analyzing JK’s every twitch and counting how many times he touches the other members? Because it’s getting weird. Also the JK jealous thing is getting excessive (not @ the ppl sharing that one video tho, that’s the fault of the OP who edited it weirdly in the first place)).

Even the infamous car conversation is so interesting to me because it implied that Jikook have different standards and expectations for their relationship and keeping up with each other than they do with other members. The fact that Jimin had to explain to JK that sometimes, despite good intentions, it can be hard to meet up with people when you’re busy (a very common phenomenon for every working adult, he even used his relationship with TH as an example) shows that this was something they hadn’t experienced before and something that wasn’t acceptable for them (despite being the norm with other members, like vmin). Also how attached they’ve been since that trip and still are is pretty crazy.

So, once again, everyone knows the whole “for the cameras thing” is bullshit created by insecure tkkrs to try and explain the reason why tkk were never together (to the extent that would validate their ship, ofc they’ve always been friends and had moments) compared to how jkk were literally always around each other and often doing something weird. The thing is that Jikook were also the duo who spent the most amount of time together OFF cam for years too, so that narrative never made sense and still doesn’t (and I'm not unpacking the reason why pushing jkk as the fanservice ship makes zero sense because that's obvious and a lot of people have already explained that).

Also AYS is never going to be a drag for Jikook. They did not have to do that show and no one was expecting a second season from them at all. It actually created drama for them because it upset their solo fanbases (especially JKs) who were already going to be upset if the no more pre-OT7 comeback solo content thing is true. It’s clearly something they did because they enjoyed it and wanted to despite the possible backlash from huge sections of the fandom.

antis talking about them traveling with staff and yet it's the same staff that they’ve known and trusted for years and have a very good relationship with. That same staff is also helping them have some privacy and freedom by allegedly making people back off and delete some of the pics and videos they were taking of them. They’d also likely have to travel with staff regardless because of the way they’re stalked, sadly. It’s also content that can be edited so they can include whatever they’re comfortable with sharing and cut out whatever they’re not. They can also just turn the cameras off whenever they want, which they did in season one. I think they enjoy having all the control in AYS that they didn’t have with BV and ITS. It’s their show and they get to call the shots and decide all the little details which they obviously enjoy doing.

Jikook chose to do something together (just like the other members are choosing to do their own solo content right now) because they like making content together, they like traveling together, and they have fun when they’re with each other. Not sure how that’s supposed to be a negative lol. It’s a great format for them to share their military stories with us, but again they definitely didn’t have to do that when none of the other members have. They obviously like sharing their funny memories, little adventures, and relaxed moments with us, which is sweet. It's probably also fun for them to have that documentation considering how much they enjoyed watching the first episode together.

Anyways, I’m not even someone who has super strong or defined opinions on Jikook and the nature of their relationship other than they’re at the very least weird with each other in a way they aren’t with any of the other members. They are clearly incredibly close, love and rely on each other a lot, and have always had a deeper emotional connection and reliance on each other (and some bizarre physical moments).

There are some Jikooker’s acting unhinged right now and I think that’s mostly because of their frustration with the fandom being mostly tkkrs who are constantly attacking jkk (which is not up for debate, I’ll just keep pointing at their numbers and big accounts compared to ours) than any sort of insecurity. If there are “insecure Jikooker’s” (as in insecure bc of other ships) they’re a tiny minority and I wouldn’t trust their judgement when it came to their opinions on Jikook either (positive or negative).

Last note is that the yoonmin moment was very cute, quick, and unserious. Jimin was laughing pretty hard the whole time. Obviously tkkrs and ynmners being annoying will do their thing, but I’m also going to blame the jkkrs who wanted to push a JK jealous narrative on that when it clearly didn’t exist if you actually watched the clip. Once again, I hope people cut that out (I know sometimes it’s not serious and just silly, but it gets to a point…)

Also I think some Jikooker’s got kind of greedy and spoiled and forgot that JM and JK actually do interact with other members lol. There’s also very obviously nothing wrong with people enjoying shipping and hyping their moments with other members if they’re not being toxic about Jikook, but I get the frustration when people will do that for other duos while downplaying jkk, or “ARMY” accounts who will hype cult narratives that just enable them to grow larger and more insane. But also I hope Jikooker’s remember that while it’s very frustrating and understandable to vent about it sometimes, it doesn’t really matter if ARMYs hype Jikook the way they do with other duos because it’s not like it matters or has ever stopped Jikook from Jikook-ing lol, so… (and there are a lot of ARMYs who hype and appreciate Jikook, they're just typically not as chronically online or as deeply involved in the most toxic parts of fandom like twt. The majority of tkkrs are kind of miserable in life which explains why they have a larger online presence tbh).

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Honestly, Christianity for me was like having a long-term boyfriend whose family I never met (and that he talked shit about constantly and somewhat jealously) only to finally meet them and discover that secretly Judaism was actually the sexiest, smartest, funniest woman I'd ever met and oh hey whoops now I'm a lesbian. Sorry man, I'm completely gay for her. Yeah, we're going out now, and probably getting married. No, there's nothing you can do to "fix it." No, you're probably not invited to the wedding. Sorry. :/

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Guys, the gig's up. I am actually Pauline DuLacy. That is why I am so in love with Halt, because I am married to him and he loves me back. I am his wife. This is the 100%, honest truth.

[wayfinderships]

HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY SANJI!

[Ramblings below]

YIPPEEEE AN ANIMATION! Not too bad considering it was my first time using this specific art program and in two days-

but that aside! Happy late birthday to him 💛 It's hard to believe I've been shipping with him for so many years- I know I'm usually all stubborn when I talk about him but I really do love him. He's given me so much comfort and I hope he enjoyed spending his birthday with me👉👈

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

it's Tuesday somewhere so starting it off early lol

after 7x09 I had like 4 new ideas (plus maaaany more non-episode related ideas, istg lately there's so many, I don't know what to focus on lol my brain feels loud, and I feel like I'm writing a hundred things at once, I've been a chaotic mess this month istg) but for now im trying to focus on this one fic, and trying to finish whatever this is before the next episode

for now, here's a bit of bucktommy at the medal ceremony after the encounter with gerrard

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He could punch Gerrard in the face. He really wants to, and if it was a couple years ago, he probably would – but he’s at a work event, the guy is a Captain, unfortunately, and Buck just got a medal, he’s not risking his job right now. He’s not the same impulsive kid he was seven years ago. He’s heard enough stories from Chimney and Hen, and recently some vague ones from Tommy, to know that he hates their old Cap. Tommy seems to want to open up to Buck, to let Buck truly know him, but talking about that past, about himself back then, about the whole environment is not easy, and Buck gets that. They have time to get to know each other, neither of them is going anywhere. Buck’s certainly not planning to, and when Tommy says he isn’t, either, Buck finds himself trusting him, which is very new but so exciting.

“It’s- well, it was to be expected.” Tommy shrugs, his face a careful, neutral mask that Buck’s just starting to learn to see past, then sits down when they approach the table, putting his plate down – they’re sharing it with Eddie, Marisol and Christopher, but the three of them are still at the buffet getting food. Buck takes a seat next to him, then scoots his chair closer – close enough that their knees touch, but far enough that they still appear professional. “It just threw me off. Actually, threw me twenty years back for a moment.” he huffs an unamused, bitter laugh.

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no pressure tags: @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @bidisasterevankinard @giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @dangerpronebuddie @neverevan @loveyouanyway @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples

[ursafuriosa]

[synthshenanigans]

Days gone without a new chonny jash song killing me, my emotions, stealing my wallet, my heart, my home & me thanking said song for it anyway: 0

[cubeys-fridge]

I drew this in the middle off the night

My brain: you two object bfb/tpot favs in sum random shirt?

Me: YESH-

These shirts do exsist on Amazon just found them randomly:

[rowanisawriter]

wip wednesday

thanks for the tag arja @greypetrel now that im mostly out of the torment nexus (moving) i am writing A LOT, here’s a little bit of fahad calling lucanis pet names 😭😭😭😭 im normal

tagging… @onblondes @plethomacademia @megthemariner

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The first time was rushed and hurried but Fahad touches him now, a hand brushing his hair from his shoulder, and he sees it almost in slow motion, as though time itself is holding its breath. His mouth moves again, “Darling,” an unfamiliar word, something he’s heard others whisper to each other in the barracks sometimes when they thought everyone was asleep. He’s never had cause to use a word like that before. It feels almost foreign leaving his mouth.

[solar-nightengale]

@naivesilver | Thousand Problems + Mille

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Opposite of an Intellectual

“The opposite of an intellectual… you really think you could do that, Caffrey?” Jones asked, reading through the cover description.

“Do what?” Neal responded, blinking at them in confusion. Instead of the overly innocent smile that would usually accompany a question like that from Neal, his face was just blank curiosity. It seemed that for once the con man wasn’t messing with them; he just hadn’t been paying attention. 

“Be the opposite of an intellectual,” Diana repeated for him with an incredulous chuckle. 

Neal’s brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ‘What’s an… intellectual?” he asked, seeming to struggle to recall the word. 

Diana scrutinized him, but despite all the years she had spent working with Neal Caffrey, she couldn’t find a single tell that he was lying. By all appearances, Neal Caffrey genuinely did not know the word ‘intellectual.’

“On second thought, that’s kinda scary,” Jones decided, taking an unconscious step backwards. “Please stop.” 

Neal finally broke, giving them a devious grin and a theatrical bow. Diana had to admit, seeing firsthand how convincingly Neal could become someone diametrically opposed to his actual self was a bit terrifying. The short demonstration had left her heart pounding and breathing slightly shallow. 

“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Neal warned cheerfully, winking at them before sauntering away. Diana and Jones looked at each other once he was gone.

“That was scary, right?” Jones asked.

“Yeah,” Diana confirmed, “that was definitely scary.” 

Then an idea hit her. “I wanna see Peter’s reaction!”

[starsxinxthexbluexsky]

Happy 26th Birthday Wang Yibo

Happy birthday to the biggest baby. May your year improve and may you have more time to rest and do your favorite things. Thank you for the masterpieces that you give us and for your effort every day.

[icewindandboringhorror]

It's always interesting to hear about people's weird/unexpected "alternate life paths". Like, something that you could have done with your life, a job you almost took, a school you almost went to, etc - that was still actually realistic enough that it could have happened, but NOW it seems to not suit your current personality.

Like for example, I currently hate advertising (how manipulative it is, brands trying to be 'relatable', social media amplifying it to an obnoxious extreme, etc.) so much that even seeing a little ad before a youtube video is grating to even witness, but there was a point in time where I was genuinely seriously considering going into marketing/making commercials as a career lol. Or like, I have a relative who was very inclined to be a pastor when they were younger, even though today they're a super strong atheist, etc. etc.