#love you hun

[maddilynmuse]

House Fire

First off, let me clarify: not my house, but I WAS there.

I visited my lovely partner @dragonfuckerllc over the last few weeks. There were ups, downs, got some lovely New Year’s parties (even if too many in a row, lol), got sick after a hockey game, but were recovering and having some fun, just watching my personal favorite genre of show: Chaos Cooking (specifically, Worst Cooks in America).

Thank god.

We only had access to it from the upper rooms. Given how cold it was, we had the lil space heater running… and that is not the star of this story. Just a horrid little red herring. Smelled something burning, assumed some pet hair got caught in that. But the smell kept coming, the smoke alarm went off, and we found out something had caught fire in the basement… where we would’ve been if we were sleeping or watching tv downstairs or playing video games or basically anything else. So far as we can tell, a chair with a built in phone charger had a malfunction. Nothing plugged in, nothing on it, just… fire.

We got out in time, no one was hurt (except Maya, rest in piece, Tortoise shell kitty ❤️), but smoke filled the house. A lot was damaged. I’m back home safely now, and she has a place to stay, but…

Well. As I said, a lot was damaged.

Insurance should reimburse some of it, but that will take time. Until then, here’s a Go Fund Me for her and her family…

And while I’m hardly the biggest victim here, if you want to toss me a few dollars, here’s my Kofi. Doesn’t offer much, mostly just a tip jar, but it’s there.

[tybaltism]

le sigh....we cringe on.

day 41: I'll sigh at you

[garden-0f-ed3n]

hail and storm on your teacher for a thousand years ! may they suffer for their crimes

THANK YOU ANON. i actually really hate this teacher so i 100% agree with you. alright it’s rant time. ok so we’re talking about my drama teacher, she SERIOUSLY needs to retire but she just won’t fucking do it. she literally is a horrible teacher and she is not a good person either, she’s always fucking screaming at someone or just mad and cranky. i actually need her to stop. AND SHE FUCKING RUINED MY SXHOLARSHIP AUDITJON THING UUUGHHHH’!!! how do you NOT know what grade one of your students that’s been with you for 3 years is. you literally only have like 3 seniors this year. you know that. HOW DID YOU THINK I WAS A SENIOR kms kms kms ANYWAYS. Thank you nonnie whoever this is i love you

[dr-giggle-touche]

HOT GIRLS r tall asf, good at drawing women, like JJK, play roblox, great cooks, have a sweet voice, have curly hair, wear glasses, have freckles, have the sweetest smile, have a mildly intimidating stare, an absolute geek, dork, and literally look like a nebulae

(Yes this is indeed targeted. You know who u r sweetie :3)

[naruto-official-shinobi]

As I was dragging sasuke to work I see sakura and I've got to say she is just as annoying as I remember :)

[munsonownsmyass]

Anonymously tell me your favorite fic of mine.

I didn't see you reblog this, so you might not have asked, and it's not anonymous, but I love:

Not Now, Not Yet I don't normally seek out angst, but this one always gets me. The fear is so real.

A Simple Trade The whole thot swapping around this was fun enough then you dropped this hot Joel fic.

You're right, I didn't reblog. I never get any asks when I do (and I fear it's probs because my fics aren't good enough to be anyone's faves 😅).

But I am so thankful that you sent me this. Made me really happy 🥹

And yes, the day up to the drop of A Simple Trade was so fun. Lots of thots thrown around. Would gladly do it again 🤣❤️

Oh, and... if anyone's interested. Here they are 🙈

Not now, not yet

A Simple Trade

[anexor]

Encouraging my partners to infodump their favorite media to me :)

[alicesoinions]

this plus whatever Harrow has with Ianthe and the Body is the second most fucked-up polycule in the galaxy

second only of course to Gideon’s dad’s

i think one of the best parts of tlt is that normally in media with codependent fucked up lesbian relationships, the lesbians really only are gay for each other. gideon on the other hand. instantly fail flirts with every woman alive. she gets off pluto and decides to get off with every woman she meets

[god-of-knk]

The next time Nicky logs into his Tumblr he's gonna have about 20 DMs from me.

[20doozers]

i miss you come back

I’m literally here.

I’m working on a fic just trust me🙏🏻

[twenty-percent-aint-bad]

I know why I'm a girl.

I know why I arrived, why I am the way I am, why he needed me to be these things.

I arrived because he needed help. Because he was scared, and alone, and unreckless, and unlike others, his coping mechanisms don't involve doing things that are dangerous.

He's too afraid of pain, and too afraid of finding more places where it exists, but he's also too afraid of losing the pain he has.

He's never been good with change, even to the point where his family used to joke about it. "You'd cry when we dropped you off at school, and cry when we picked you up! You just didn't like change!"

But now he knows why. Because it is so, so hard for him to feel safe somewhere. It is so, so hard for him to feel like he has somewhere he will be accepted, where he can be himself. And this last year, he just hasn't had it... Anywhere.

He lost the last few things he'd been holding on to - money, family, future.

So I arrived, to help him out.

And the reason I'm a girl, the reason he needed me to be a girl, is because it's okay for girls to cry. It's okay for girls to nestle under someone else's arm, to be protected by big strong men. It's okay for them to ask for help.

And he's never felt like he could do that, whether as a person, or as a boy.

Even in classes, his teachers are kinder to his female classmates. His parents trust his sister more than him. The girls he spends time with expect him to take care of them, not the other way around.

And this year, he lost all sense of place, of home, of being allowed to be himself.

And so, one day, he woke up as someone else.

Someone who doesn't need as much help, but who also isn't afraid to ask for it.

He isn't allowed to do that. No one in his family knows how to help, they just say "get on with it" or recommend medications. But medications scare him - anything that adjusts how his brain works scares him, for better or worse.

The truth is, he's glad he can't even drink alcohol. He's glad he has an excuse. He's glad he got "tricked" into taking anti-anxieties, but he doesn't want to take anything else, because - and this is something that we believe, though who knows if it's true - because he is fine when people listen and help him.

He is okay when people let him be himself. He is good when he feels safe, when he feels like he can ask for help, when he feels like he'll receive it.

He is happy when he is allowed to talk. And no one used to let him fucking talk.

He doesn't need meds, he doesn't need substances, he doesn't need to try partying harder or being less afraid to live - he just needs to feel fucking seen.

And every time he's gotten that, it still hasn't been enough. It's ended, one way or another. Every time he's failed to protect someone else, and has instead needed protecting, they have turned away.

Every time.

So if you're reading this and you know him, stop telling him what he needs to do to fix things. Stop interrupting him, stop telling him that "everyone goes through that" or "oh, that thing you're scared of is normal," or "you can do this on your own, you don't need help," just please, shut the fuck up and listen to him.

Just hear him, properly. Just fucking look into his eyes while he's talking to you, and understand that that's all he needs. Just... Just one person he can trust with himself.

Because otherwise, he might not make it.

It's hard enough for him as it is. Don't make it worse.

[tomboxed]

i am not immune to squid game yaoi

[underscore-missy]

Don’t talk to me, Deadpool calls Spidey his special boy—

[connorsui]

HE WAS INSPECTING EVERY INCH OF HIM AND FOR WHAT!? I JUST WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE HE LOOKS AT GI HUN

AUGH-

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

may i request a gi-hun x fem reader running into him after he wins the games? reader happens to be on the street they toss him onto (she’s prob getting a late night snack) she sees him and rushes to help him and invites him back to her place to wash up. maybe she could draw him a warm bath so she can wash the knots out of his hair, lends him some comfy clothes and makes him some tea uwu

(i was rewatching season 1 and i just want to tuck that man into a warm comfy bed after all the trauma)

tysm ^^ 🤍

FUCKING FIREEEEEEEEE

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩”

Gi-hun x f!reader

Warnings: established friend(?)ship, angst with comfort, gi-huh tells reader abt the games, f!reader, gi-hun is going through shit.

A/N: fire request. I also recently rewatched season one and my heart longs for fluffy hair gi-hun back. My shaylaa <\3 this is 4 u fine shyt.

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You never guessed this is where your life would have lead you. Alone in a shitty apartment. When you were younger you thought you’d be a doctor or teacher- a lawyer at least. Now you had little money and even fewer friends. The only friend you had really made was long missing. And oh did you miss him.

He was a very sweet man, he always came by the food vender with his daughter. You knew he was also poor, sometimes he wouldn’t have enough money to pay for their dinners. And you’d always cover the rest, telling him it was no huge deal. You could tell him and his daughter were thankful. He would come by without his child too sometimes. He would order something small and cheap… then chat with you the rest of the time. Telling you about all the money he won!!!… then the next day he’d tell you how he had just lost it all the same way he got it- gambling

Though it wasn’t your place, you’d tell him to relax on the gambling. He’d tell you he isn’t in too deep and can stop whenever. You hear it all the time from countless people who decide to share their life’s stories with you. But it didn’t make you see him any less, if anything it showed you why you SHOULD care. Why you should look out for those less fortunate because you never know who might need it.

After so many times of him coming in you guys shifted to a first name basis. You greet him with a smile and a “hello, gi-hun! Welcome back.” Or a “hey, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped by, gi-hun” he became a core part of your shift, you’d see him at least three times a week. And he always had some crazy story to tell you while you worked. You listened to him talk about life. His debt, his destructive habits, what happened to his family. You’d give him real advice and listen to him if he needed. Sometimes you’d even share parts of your fucked up life. How you got to where you were.

But it wasn’t always problems he came to you with

Every one in a while he would win big and come in to tell you about it. Leaving a heavy tip with a joyous smile “keep the change” he’d say as you laugh at him. You’d always get a good laugh in whenever he’s around. If not at his jokes then at his goofy situations he’d get himself in. Over all, you had felt you made a friend. You even got his number so you could reach out when needed

Only he’s been gone for a while. He stopped popping in to say hi and buy a snack, he stopped running by to tell you what he’s won and he stopped flying into your shop asking to be hidden in the back to hide from his loaners. He was just gone. And day by day you figured he either got caught up by the people he was running from or he some how moved far away. And it saddened you, you never realized how lonely you were till now. Up to this point you’ve had someone to occupy your thoughts and time, and now that it’s been gone you struggle to see how you made it without those stupid conversations over street food. And you had no clue where your gi-hun went.

You let out a very long and somber sigh, pulling yourself off your dingy discount couch and shuffle to your room before pulling on a sweater and some sweat pants. You checked yourself over once in the bathroom mirror before lazily walking out of your apartment, locking the door. You then descended down the elevator and onto the Main Street. You had a few extra dollars to spare and a rumbling stomach, so you decided to head down to your local convenience store to pick out some food.

The night air was chilly and the stars that hung in the sky were drowned out by the light pollution of the city lights. You clench your hands into fists and jam them into your pockets to protect them from the freezing cold. You picked up the pace and continued to walk, ignoring people and minding your own business the best you could. You turned down this one back street, dangerous at night but a much quicker way to your destination. That was until you were stopped dead in your tracks, mouth agape.

There he was, gi-hun! Your gi-hun!! Stood at the corner of two streets, looking very lost and confused. You could distinguish that messy hair from any distance. Your hunger was forgotten as quickly as it came, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him. “G-gi-hun?!” You yelled, waving your hands at him. His head snapped harshly in your direction, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It seemed like he aged 20 years, he looked incredibly roughed up and exhausted. Seemed like he was barely upright, and he carried large bags with him.

It took a moment of him staring at you until it clicked. It looked like he had forgotten you for a second before it all came rushing back. You didn’t get a smile back though, and you dropped your waving hand. Your smile began to fade as you approached him, only he flinched away and took a small step back. “Gi-hun? It’s me, remember? I work down at that corner noodle stand?” You say, gesturing to the general area of your store. He nodded a bit before relaxing, looking around a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, worry laced in your voice as you close more of the distance. He just looked at you as you inched closer and closer, this look of pain seemingly permanently etched into his face. He looked like he wanted to say a million things but couldn’t find the words. And most of all he looked like he had just crawled through the deepest pits of hell. “Do you need to sit, oh god. Come with me” you say as you lightly reach your hand out to him, beckoning him to follow. He looks at your hand distrustfully, skeptical for a reason unknown to you. “Cmon, I can help you.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding before turning to follow you silently. You were glad for that, you had no clue what the hell happened to him but it was clearly something. And he clearly needed help. Your snack venture was long forgotten as you lead him back to your place, trying to get any information out of him. You asked where he went, what happened, why he was gone for so long, how he got back… every time he tried to say he would tear up, and he’d choke the words back down. Telling you he can’t tell you yet, and even if he could he doesn’t know how.

And that was ok with you. You eventually got back, and you guided him to your couch. He analyzed basically your whole house, eyes scanning back and forth and back and forth, looking for danger. Like something could reach out from the walls and get him. You got him a glass of water which he thanked you for but didn’t drink, instead he just stared into the reflection in the water. Lost in thought. You tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the reeling memories he can’t express.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, do you want to take a shower or something? No offense but you look like you need one” you say, half trying to help and half trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work though, his lips barely twitched. He would have found that funny a few months ago. He did agree though.

The shower wasn’t long at all, maybe 10 ish minutes. You had set him up with some of the over sized things you have, including a hoodie he had bought you months ago after a winning particularly handsome prize. His gazed softened when he saw those laid out for him. He put the clothes on, happy to finally be in something clean, soft, and comfortable clothes. After taking a long, sad look at himself in the mirror he walks out to you waiting for him on the couch with a brush and some tea. “Come here” you call.

At this point in the night he’s so exhausted and shell shocked he was barely awake. The weight of whatever he experienced weighted down heavily on him and you could see it draining the life from him. He hadn’t even smiled yet, the thing you found you missed the most. He sits down next to you. You slide the cup of hot tea to him across the table with the brush in your other hand. He looks at it suspiciously before you reach your hand holding the brush up, flinching a bit before returning to normal. That’s when you noticed the slight bruising across his face.

“It’s ok if you can’t talk about it yet… I was just so worried about you” you start “I missed you coming to say hi at work” you added, chucking slightly as you moved to brush out his wet hair, careful to not rip it out. “I’m sorry” gi-hun says, voice wavering as tears prick his eyes. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes widen a bit as you rub his shoulder lightly “no no gi-hun, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong”

Though you were trying to comfort him your words of reassurance only fueled the tears to fall. You didn’t comment on them, instead you kept rubbing his shoulders, brushing his hair till it was dry, and listened to him softly cry. Cry over everything that happened, that he had to do, and that he has to do going forward. So much had happened and he’s the only one alive to tell the tale. The only one out of all those people to live. The only one…

Eventually, after much comforting, after many “shhh I know”s and “it’s ok I believe you”s gi-hun was finally able to sleep for the first time outside of the games. Games that no one knew of. But you told him that you believed every word of his story. And you did, saying you’d help him find who he was after, but only when he went to bed. That man slept in your arms, on your couch for HOURS. From the story he told you this was probably the first safe nights sleep in days, and you could tell he needed it.

And you needed him. And now he’s back. Talking about mysterious death games and a sales man with a briefcase, but back none the less. And you were grateful for that.

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

Seen a few 'maturity is realising that it's not a look of love' videos on Instagram re: 457, and while I do realise it is Not That Deep, I nonetheless have THOUGHTS

The crux of those thoughts is this: has fandom's view of shipping narrowed so far that unless two characters are mashing their faces together on-screen, it's immature to interpret the text contrary to what we assume the creator's intention was?

With this ship specifically, let's start with the obvious: the actors have insane chemistry. This is true whether you see the characters' bond as platonic, romantic, antagonistic, or something else. They are very obviously comfortable and friendly with one another in real life, and this translates into an intense on-screen relationship between Gi-hun and In-ho (and I'm sure this is exactly what the director did want, because, newsflash, this is our protagonist/antagonist duo).

I do think it's valid to ship something based purely off the actors' chemistry, but the comment is obviously referring to the characters themselves in the context of the story, so let's address that too.

There's a clear motivation for the way In-ho stares at Gi-hun, follows him around, and generally tries to insert himself into his life, and this is what these posts are referring to. He's testing his ideology, he's watching how he's affected by the horrific things that are happening around him, and to help him do this, he's ensuring that Gi-hun trusts and likes him. It's important if he wants to prove to him that the world is unchangeable, and humanity irredeemable.

And because of that, it's not the 'look of love'. Case closed?

Well, no.

Because there is so much nuance and depth that you're failing to explore, if a look can only mean one thing.

Because why does In-ho bother? Why is Gi-hun worth his time and interest? In-ho - via the games - has access to resources that far far outweigh the money Gi-hun won. He could prevent him from finding the island forever. He could just have him shot tbh. He's not really a credible threat - at most, he's a minor annoyance, because people need to be paid off every so often to prevent him getting too close.

Just through this detail, we can deduce that In-ho cares, in some way. He is interested enough to want to change Gi-hun's mind, when it would be so much easier to... not. Is it love? It's certainly fascination. And I don't think it can be argued that he brought him back for the VIPs' entertainment and not his own, because Gi-hun was searching for three years before In-ho let himself be found. And even when he's found, it's Gi-hun who suggests going back into the games.

So these stares - yes, he's testing him, but he's doing it because he wants to. They denote genuine interest. How did this guy retain his hope and faith in humanity? How can I prove to him that my view is correct?

And I'm very much not saying that a romantic interpretation is 'correct', because fiction should be interpreted however the audience sees fit, but what is love (in all its forms) if not wanting to know someone and be known by them?

This is even more compelling to me when we take into account In-ho's backstory, which we learn a bit more about in season 2. Because he and Gi-hun are so similar, except in the way they've used their trauma to interpret the world. Which just adds to the evidence that In-ho would be fascinated by this man, be determined to know him and to change his mind.

What I'm saying with all this isn't that 457 is canon, and that anyone who says otherwise is media illiterate. What I'm saying is that the real immature interpretation is one that's surface level, be that interpretation 'uwu he loves him' or 'he's PLOTTING evil things'.