#min’s pigeon tag

[minminambus]

Ah! What a beautiful little flock— pigeons come in many color varieties. The most common is the wild type one— the the blue bar (which is the coloration of all the other pigeons in this pic) — but they can come in all sorts of colors, like black. :3

Oh, also! Were they cooing and dancing for the other pigeons? :0

That’s the biggest indication that they’d be a male!

@minminambus I really like that dark variation/mutation? Unless they’re the male of the group but it looks to me like a freak (affectionate).

[caravanlurker]

Hi I'm Lauren I'm new to this app, I'm just trying to make some friends. Can i be your friend?

Oh—sure! Cursory glance at your blog shows that we have a few interests in common. Who’re your top 3 Owl House characters?

[gayskogul]

Wip snippet

Thank you for the tag, @renaultphile I have to admit that I'm not working on any writing for TC right now, sorry girlies, but I am working on something just as homosexual! It's the story of a young Paladin-in-training, and the fledgling Cleric who has been made to tutor him in the ways of the magic. So, stay tuned if you like fantasy and knights and magic and homoerotic devotion! I've a bunch of chapters written already but I'm not keen to start uploading bits until I have a whole act ready to go, but I plan to start posting these stinkers up on Ao3 very soon! Anyway, this is a snippet from an early scene that I quite liked.

[5-ish mins reading time]

“It’s really quite a simple trick,” said Arthur, spreading his cloak out underneath him on the tree stump. “We learn to do it early on in our training. You just have to open yourself up, and really…” Arthur noticed a wave of confusion sweep across the other man’s face. “You can feel the Light, can’t you?”

Oliver bit at his lower lip. He nodded, after a moment. “I think so, yes. Sergeant Wheatley—the practice instructor, that is—said that I wield it in combat. But off the training field…”

“Nothing?”

Oliver pushed a brown lock of hair back from his face, a twinge of frustration in the gesture. “Not even a glimmer.”

Arthur took the leaf that had fallen from the poplar branches above them, then held it in his hand, palm up. He focused for a moment, reaching out for the Light, then let it wash over the leaf. With a barely audible puff, it floated a couple of inches above his outstretched hand.

“Do you see it?” asked Arthur. “The Light.”

Oliver craned his neck, eyeing the leaf warily, as if it was some monstrous enemy upon the battlefield. After a long silence, he murmured, “No.”

Arthur felt his heart sink into his stomach. Had the Order made a mistake? The leaf did a sudden nose-dive, plummeting as the spell fed off of his momentary doubt. But he bolstered the enchantment, steadying it before it could drop to the floor and become lost amongst the foliage. “Look closer. Try again.”

Oliver shifted closer, leathers creaking as he bent down at the waist. “Hold on…” he breathed. He squinted at it for a moment, then nodded. “It’s hard to see, but yes, I think that’s it! Little threads of… is that the Light? You can really see it?”

“Good,” said Arthur, relief making the word come out sounding choked. For most people, those would not be visible. Not that they were visible per se, but those with some attunement to the Light were able to sense it. It was a sixth sense of sorts. Oliver’s ability to perceive them meant that he was indeed familiar with the magic, and had most likely been told the truth that he’d used it in his sparring, and most importantly, this wasn’t a waste of time for everybody involved, the poor lad included. 

Arthur released the spell. The leaf flopped back onto his hand. “Now that you saw how it’s done, have a go."

Oliver stared at the leaf. His brows knit together in concentration, and he pressed his lips together so forcefully that they went white. A minute passed. Then another. A crow called in the distance, and was answered by a flight of unimpressed-sounding wood pigeons.

Long-held breath exploded out of him. He turned away rigidly. “I can’t.”

Oliver looked like he’d just been in a fight, all tense and coiled up like a spring. The sight made Arthur frown. That just wouldn’t do, he thought, idly running a finger across the edge of the leaf.

“It’s alright. Not everyone gets it right away.” Arthur put his chin into his hand. He rolled the stalk between the ends of his fingers. “Let’s try something else. What do you know about spells?”

A blank look was all the only response he got.

“I see. Then have you ever managed to purposefully channel the Light?”

Oliver shook his head glumly. “I don’t think so.”

“What about when you’ve done it whilst fighting? When you use it then, how does it feel?”

“I’m not sure. But when I’m paired up with some of the other recruits—the ones who cheat, or fight dirty, or the ones I know that bully the younger boys, everything feels… different.” Oliver sat up straighter. He shook his head, as if clearing it of cobwebs. “Each step is more certain. Each sword form feels like it’s always the correct one to use, like... like it would be impossible for it to miss. Winning the bout would be something pure and correct. I think that might be the Light: searing hot and sharp, and full of purpose!”

The words were stirring. They'd made Arthur inadvertently lean closer to the other man. He subtly clawed himself back into a more relaxed posture before Oliver could notice. Of course, the answer sounded like one a paladin would give, and certainly some of the more zealous priests too. But there was more to it than that. The Light could be burning hot, but it could also be a soothing warmth. He wondered whether Oliver had realised that, surrounded as he was by people who were so devoted to the art of battle. His gaze swept across the newest bloodstain on the squire’s trousers, and an idea came to him.

“Hold out your hand,” said Arthur, “the one you pricked on the briarthorn.”

Oliver gave him a curious look, but obeyed. Slowly, he reached out his hand and uncurled his fingers, one by one. They were long and knobbly, and his thumb jutted out awkwardly. There was still a spot of bright crimson at the tip of the ring finger, and a darker patch where blood had mixed with the dirt on his hand and dried there.

Arthur had proved that Oliver could see the Light. Now it was time for a different experiment. “Alright. Close your eyes,” he said.

“What are you up to?” asked Oliver warily.

“Do you trust me?”

There was a long moment of silence. Grey eyes flicked up to bore into him for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, Oliver cocked his head slightly and said, “I do.” He shut his eyes. Thick lashes caught the sun.

Arthur brought his heels to the tree stump below him, using the motion to counterbalance leaning forwards to reach out to the other man. “In a second,” he said quietly, “I’m going to touch your hand, if that’s alright.”

“Understood.”

In the soft, calm voice that he reserved for the more delicate procedures, Arthur continued. “After that, I’m going to try something. I want you to focus on how it feels.”

Oliver hummed an affirmative.

“Alright. No peeking.”

By now, Arthur had cast healing spells countless times throughout his training, on many hundreds of different people. But this time, for the first time in years, he was nervous. It could have been some reticence at calling upon the Light to heal so superficial a cut—it was indeed wasteful to heal such a small pinprick. Or perhaps some lingering anxiety from being uprooted from his home so suddenly and sent across the continent. It could have been a fear of upsetting the young paladin again and wiping away the softness that had spread across his face when his eyes shut, and looked so at-home there. Regardless of its cause, healing magic required a particular state of mind to be effective, and the way his pulse had decided to quicken was not helping.

He took the outstretched hand. When his fingers brushed against Oliver’s palm, a tremor run through the other man.

“Sorry,” said Oliver, smiling. “I wasn’t quite expecting it yet.”

“Oh. Apologies.”

“It’s alright. Go on. Please.”

If one were to observe the elegant skin of Oliver’s face, his neck, and his arms, one might be convinced into believing that his hands would be just as fine. This was not the case. In fact, it was quite the opposite. There were bumpy calluses on his palm, hardened little hills and valleys worn into his hand by years of hard work, and recently long hours of combat drills. It was undoubtedly a strong hand, but it had an unspoken gentleness about it. The paladin's hands were quite pretty in their own way, he thought.

Despite his trepidation, it only took a moment for Arthur to reach out to the Light. He was very practised at it by now, after all, and it took little effort to open himself up and let the radiance fill him. He focused his efforts down, and pushed them gently onto the little snag on the skin of Oliver’s finger pad, where another crimson teardrop had blossomed. He imagined tiny threads of the Light and willed them to weave the skin closed. It took a couple of seconds to take effect. He knew it had worked, because Oliver’s brows rocketed upwards, becoming lost behind his fringe.

“You felt that?”

“Uh-huh,” replied Oliver. His lips remained parted slightly.

With his thumb, Arthur wiped the drop of blood away from the cut. The skin underneath was perfectly whole. “And?”

“I see what you mean. It went all warm, like a good blanket, or… or like sitting right at the edge of a campfire. I didn’t know it could be like that.” Oliver cracked open his eyes, looking directly at him.

Arthur shifted on his seat under the weight of that gaze. He looked away. “Good as new,” he said, dropping the hand quickly. He rocked back on his tree stump, suddenly eager to put distance between them.

Oliver flexed his hand, wiggling the fingers. “Yeah. Thanks,” he said, touching the spot where the cut used to be.

“You’ve never felt the Light like that before?”

“No. Not like that. It's beautiful. How do you…?”

“It takes some… getting used to."

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[channieskies]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈: 𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Historical|Au, Fantasy|Au, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty|Au, Angst, Smut (Eventual), NSFW tags are below.

Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel?

Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. As per usual, this hasn't been proofread.

Word Count: 2340 [Reading Time: 10 Mins]

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

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Chapter Index: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6| Chapter 7| Chapter 8| Chapter 9| Chapter 10

Warning: This chapter contains violence, mentions of prostitution, slight description of bodily harm.

Hyunjin was in his own world as he sketched every detail of the countryside they were meandering through. The sun drenched landscape was to be captured later in the painting he planned on doing. It’d been so long since he'd seen outside the keeps walls that he almost felt like he had been whisked away into a dreamscape. The greens of the grassy hills and foliage really looked greener outside the castle walls. As did the blues of the sky, and the bright yellowish white hue of the sun. It had truly been a long while since he’d felt the direct sunlight warm his skin like this. He desired to bask in its rays, but closing his eyes meant he might miss a detail and he couldn’t have that.

“Enjoying yourself?” Venia asked, seeing the pleasant smile on the young man's face. One that she hadn’t seen in recent months. Most young men his age would be enjoying their youth, figuring out what they wanted to do, looking for love, maybe even settling down.  But unfortunately Hyunjin was the prince of Volantis, an exiled one, at that. Though he had no duties and barely had a title if it hadn’t been birthright, he was still a part of the royal family. Next in line to become king if something happened to his father. That fact scared her. That meant that there would be people out to get him, especially if they knew how to find him. Not many knew of the prince's wearabouts, and the ones who did had pledged their undying fealty to the queen and her then unborn child.

But with her growing up around royals and high borns, she knew not everyone who said they could be trusted, actually could be trusted. If anything, it was the exact opposite. She’d learned you can’t trust everyone who says ‘trust me’. Ermias had proven himself to be trustworthy. He had known the queen her whole life and if you knew the both of them close enough, you would know they had been close friends. When he promised to protect her, he stood true to his word. When he received word of her death he was devastated. Upon reading the letter the queen had written to him, he made sure to place people around the prince that he knew wouldn’t be swayed or corrupted; people who knew would protect the young prince with any means necessary.

Even during the war, while Ermias was at the front lines, he took the time to make sure that the prince and by extension, Venia, were protected within the castle walls. Even while he was mourning his own child, he made sure that the prince was taken care of as well. Ermias was more than trustworthy. That's why when she received news of the King’s sickness, she’d become increasingly worried about the prince and his safety and made sure to correspond with Ermias via homing pigeon. He’d let her know if any moves were being made on the prince so that they could escape to safety.

She’d received a letter more than a week ago from Ermias, informing her that the council was currently making moves to find an heir to the throne. This meant that she and Hyunjin would need to be prepared in case the worst happened. This was the reason she so willingly agreed to let Hyunjin tag along to find a combat teacher. She knew she couldn’t protect them if the rest of the council came for him, but she wanted him to at least have the chance to survive. She regretted not continuing his combat training all these years and hoped that he’d be able to pick up the skills he’d need, quickly.

The road into the town was made of cobblestone and large walls of stone lined the entrance into it. It was a bustling little town of industry. It seemed as though a blacksmith was on nearly every corner, this town was known as the best place to get your artillery from. Could there be a better place to find a combat trainer for the prince? She slowed their cart until it came to a stop in front of one of the smaller blacksmiths shops. Hyunjin with the eyes of a child, taking in every inch of the town. He’d read of towns like this, the ones that offered specific services. He guessed by the number of ironsmiths, that had to be what this town was for. “Stay here. I’m going to ask around.” Venia jumped out of the driver's box and headed into the shop to ask a few questions.

Hyunjin felt antsy. He hadn’t been alone for more than five minutes, but it felt like each second was an eternity. There was something calling to him, forcing him to get out of the cart. He sat his stretchbook down and discarded his cloak, leaving him in the common clothes he had underneath. At least that is what he assumed he was wearing. He hadn’t met anyone who wasn’t at least a nobel, outside of the maids and other various servants that walked the halls of his home castle in Volantis. In the eleven years he’d been held in the tower, he’d only known Venia and her style of dress, which he figured was how common people dressed. He really didn’t have any frame of reference besides the books he’d read. His slacks and shirt were of the looser variety and his shoes were ones he found hidden in a servants chamber in the keep. His hair was pulled back and being kept in place with a ribbon, one of silk that he’d had since his youth. 

He understood that Venia wanted to keep him safe, that's all she ever wanted. But the young man wanted to explore. To smell the sour, metallic air, and taste the fruit of the land. He wanted to gaze upon something other than things his eyes were trained to see. He wandered off, aimlessly, just following the sounds of the busy little town. The architecture was beyond anything he’s ever seen, there were curves and waves to the facades of a lot of the buildings, making the town seem enchanted. There was also an eerie glow over the town, the sun was casting the white light over it, making it look like magic lived there. So lost in his own world, Hyunjin didn’t notice the eyes that were trained on him, watching every step and breath he took. That was one of the things that Venia frequently scolded him about; paying attention. Being that he was often left alone to his own devices, he often made up people and places in his mind. Needing to traverse to these fictional places, just as a means to escape.

There was a smell in the streets, one that overtook the coppery smell in the air. His feet followed the instructions of his nose, leading him right outside of a pub. “The Rusty Nail?” His face contorted, “What kind of name is that?” He stepped into the den of debauchery and immediately got the answer to his question. The smell of blood, sex, and liquor filled his nostrils, nearly making him gag. His eyes didn’t know where to settle with how much was going on. The pub was lively, patrons filled the room almost to capacity. There were people gambling and playing games. A few others were partaking in the live entertainment as women danced and sang on stage. It was loud, his ears almost ringing from the intensity of the sounds. He was used to silence. Then there were the outliers who were completely immersed in things that Hyunjin had only read about. His cheeks heated up at the sight, this was definitely an experience that he would remember, for better or worse.

“Do you need a companion for the night?” A hand snaked around his own and a bosom was pressed against his side. His body stiffened at the sudden, unwelcomed contact. “I can be anything you need me to be, handsome. Just say the word and I’ll tell you the price.” His eyes widened at the proposition. He didn't think these things happened in real life, this seemed like something that would only happen in books. He wasn't used to being touched, he’d had limited physical touch even before being exiled. So, the hand snaking around his own sent chills through him and not in a good way.

He politely loosened her grip on his hand and stepped away, putting space between them. “You seem like a nice lady, but I'm not interested. At all.” Her face shifted to disgust. No man had the audacity to turn her down, not even one as pretty as Hyunjin. She may have been young, but she was seasoned in her profession and honestly the prettiest prostitute in town. It was unusual for anyone to decline a proposition from her, it was damn near inconceivable. Her face reddened from embarrassment. To her, he’d tainted her reputation with his refusal. Especially with them standing in the middle of this pub, the only actual watering hole in all of Ironhaven.  

“And here I thought you had money and balls.” She turned her nose up at him, “If you're looking for one of the prettier men, you'll have to wait until he's done upstairs.” She shook her head with disappointment. “Of course someone as pretty as you likes men.” She mumbled under her breath, but with the pause in music and chatter, he could hear her very clearly.

“You've mistaken my refusal as me implying I like the same sex. That was never my intention. I just wanted to make it clear that I am not interested in you or your companionship for the night or anyones for that matter.” Her face dropped, completely flabbergasted by his denial of a good time with her. “And what if I did want the companionship of a man? Are people not entitled to like or love whomever they choose? It's wrong of you to judge people who chose something or someone other than you to spend the night with.”  Hyunjin put on a diplomatic smile, “Now, if you'd excuse me.” With his head held high he sauntered off to the bar.

Little did Hyunjin know, someone was sitting in the corner watching this whole exchange. As soon as he took a seat at the bar a large hand, one almost as big as his face, gripped his shoulder. “You disrespected my lady.” The amount of bravado and machismo that emanated off this man was nearly unfathomable. “You need to apologize.” When the prince didn’t move or speak, the man grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him to stand, grabbing some of his hair in the process.

“Unhand me! That hurts!” The wan pushed him to the floor and pointed for where he wanted him to go. There was no way Hyunjin was going to crawl on the floor to apologize to someone that didn’t deserve it. He had a standard to uphold, even if he was estranged from his family. He tried to stand on his feet, but the man used his own in violence, kicking Hyunjin in the gut. The Prince sputtered as his modest carriage ride breakfast nearly came back up.

“Crawl to her feet you peasant.” Oh the irony of the man's words, how he didn’t know that he was beating and speaking to the prince of this very kingdom. He pummeled the boy, trying to beat him into submission. Hyunjin closed his eyes, trying his best to block out the pain he was feeling. He did as he often did, traveling to his happy place. Letting the calm of nature wash over him. Letting the sweet fragrance of apple blossoms and fresh water fill his senses.

Everything seemed to cease as he entered his utopia. The noises from the crowded tavern, the singing, the laughter, the taunting voice of the man who decided to settle things with his fist. Even the sounds of each kick and hit connecting with his skin and bones. Eventually the feelings of the plumbing he was taking seemed to stop. Hyunjin didn’t open his eyes until he felt warm hands on his shoulders. His eyes fluttered open, revealing the soft face of a woman, her face speckled with blood. She looked just like the girl who had been invading his dreams for months now. The same fierce eyes and smile that could warm the sun. Was he seeing this woman all along? She helped him to  sit  up, kneeling beside him to check if he was okay. “Sir.. are you hurt?” Her voice faded from nothing into the only thing he could hear, before the background filled his ears. It was rich and confident, but had a softness to it, much like it did in his dreams.

“I-I’ll manage.” He was flustered. Did he manage to manifest her? Was she even here? Was she even real? Or had he finally cracked from being in that tower for far too long? Her face melted, the concern drifting away as she smiled at him. That's when he noticed her injury. Her shirt was ripped at the sleeve, large inhuman like scratches down her arm. It looked like the bleeding had stopped, but it was still a painful looking injury. “Are you-” He stopped mid sentence, realizing he was no longer being thrashed by the big brute that tried to beat him within an inch of his life. “Wait what-” His answer was almost immediate as he heard the man groaning not too far from where he was on the floor. His hand was limp, as if it was broken. “Did you-”

She smiled again. “Don’t worry, I asked him politely to stop hitting you first. He chose to continue.” She brushed past the comment like it meant nothing; like she didn’t just save his life. “Let’s get you up, yeah?” She helped him to his feet, then brushed him off to help him look presentable.

“Thank you-” He was cut off again as Venia rushed into the pub, panic written all over her face.

“Hyunjin!” She gripped at her chest as the relief of seeing the young man's face settled in. She hurried over, grabbing his face, checking him over. “Why for heaven's sake did you run off?” She noticed the placement of his hand on his side and the man that was rolling on the floor in pain. 

“Venia?”

A.N: Please reblog or leave a comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.

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[minminambus]

Exactly! And even towards raccoons, opossums, and rats— the sentiment of ‘haha silly trash animals,’ while silly, often feels demeaning. These were creatures that have walked upon this earth for ages before human cities existed, and now because they have learned to adapt to them, they are just funny trash animals? It is just a poor sentiment, and it always makes me do a double take whenever anyone calls any creature a ‘trash animal.’

i want people to appreciate pigeons. not "ehehe skrunkly little trash gremlins. so adaptable and resilient". nothing wrong with that sentiment towards racccons and opossums, but when people do this about pigeons, it shows a fundamental misunderstanding about a pigeon's place in the world.

pigeons were beloved. they were pets, they were tools, they were food. we found use and pleasure in everything about them. then they became obsolete. then they stopped being popular. an animal that we have literally thousands of years of deep history with, completely discarded by mankind to the point most people are ignorant of their existence outside of "rats with wings".

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[minminambus]

Um! Old Dutch Capuchine!

[tophats-tea]

Tophat (tophats) / Tea (tea) / pink blood (Danganronpa) / Tally marks (dailydrng) / Pigeons (reblogs/mutuals) / Paper/lightbulb (inconsistent original posts) / greyish colour scheme

I like this one a lot :3

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[tiger-moran]

Inspired by this post by @kylos-scarf

and the tags on the reblog by @incorrect-ritchieverse

#the best thing about ritchieverse is the mormor #the worst thing is that there's only five mins of it #they REALLY got the moran moriarty dynamic perfectly in a way that even acd didn't #moran and moriarty were just throwaway characters and ritchieverse transformed them

Agreed BUT I’d also add that Ritchie’s films are still the only adaptation that has done justice to the characters and their relationship and has been more canonically faithful to them and it than any other version.

I’m not saying the characterisation is perfect or that it sticks strictly to the canon in every single detail (though most of the changes they made are still plausible in the canon) and there are elements that are either incorrect or just don’t make any sense (like Moran’s ‘dishonourable discharge’, though I remain convinced they just put that in cos it sounded kind of suggestive. Or like Moriarty not bothering to look at his notebook the entire time after Holmes switched it), but as little as ACD cared about developing the characters, he created a basis for the idea of Moriarty and Moran mirroring Holmes and Watson, and Moriarty and Moran being very close and a lot of what he did create is there in AGoS in particular. 

For instance Moriarty is an actual Professor in AGoS, he’s shown at the university and teaching, his published book is shown. Those are things that are from the canon but are almost never shown in any adaptation. Also Moriarty having interests and an appreciation for things other than just committing crimes - the basis for that is in the canon (Moriarty’s Greuze painting) and in AGoS Moriarty loves opera and feeding pigeons. And the similarities between Moran and Watson which are shown in AGoS, that is definitely suggested in the canon (both being in India and Afghanistan, both seem to prefer guns over other weapons (unlike Holmes), etc). 

And them being very close, Moran’s devotion to Moriarty, Moran being emotional and not at all the cold-blooded dispassionate killer when he is provoked because of something happening to Moriarty - these are present in AGoS and have a clear basis in the canon too. Canonically Moran is referred to as Moriarty’s “friend” and “bosom friend” (in a story where Watson repeatedly refers to Holmes as his friend, more times I think perhaps than in many of the other stories, which makes it even more interesting that Moran is referred to with such terms); he is trying to kill Holmes three years after Holmes shoved Moriarty over the waterfall; he is paid a lot of money and protected and kept safe even from suspicion of any wrongdoing by Moriarty; he appears very emotional when he is trying to kill Holmes. I do genuinely think they and their relationship may have been deliberately queercoded (with the previously mentioned elements, as well as Moriarty being unmarried and Moran’s biography containing no reference to a wife either; both being linked to rumours about them or an impending scandal and both being driven out of their jobs because of that; plus whatever else went on between Moran and Adair and that Moran’s motives for presumably killing Adair (a man who had recently broken off his engagement to a woman incidentally) are never actually explained even though the story is written years after the events happened).

While I don’t ever expect any confirmation of their relationship being a romantic one in AGoS, I still think them being shown as close and as mirrors of Holmes and Watson even down to the trying to find Holmes / Moriarty in the rubble scenes was very deliberate, and they certainly know that people ship Holmes/Watson and have at the very least played heavily on that idea in the films so I think there is an element of deliberate queercoding in Moriarty and Moran’s portrayal in AGoS. (Also the only other film I can think of that I suspect might have subtly queercoded them (though likely for rather more homophobic reasons, to emphasise - due to the laws against homosexuality then - that they are the ‘bad guys’) was the 1937 Silver Blaze, which I still believe was influential on the characters’ portrayal in AGoS as there are multiple aesthetic similarities).

So yes I think Ritchie’s films and AGoS in particular made a lot more out of the characters and their relationship than the canon did but at the same time I do think there was a sound basis for all of that in the canon and so there’s a lot of canonical faithfulness in the films too and a level of it that has really never been used in any other adaptation.

[mygnolia]

gtkm

get to know me ? 

thanks yin/ @doievoir for the tag! I’m gonna do it on my writing blog just so y’all get to know me better!

what day is your birthday? jan 7 capricorns fucking up ur shit lets go

what’s your favourite colour? honestly i love anything pastel! but im also a kidcore fanatic so maybe bright blue? 

what’s your lucky number? hm, i don’t have one? maybe 8?

do you have any pets? MY LITTLE LOAF BABY!!! i have a bunny named cookie <3

how tall are you? uhm...162-3 cm.... don’t laugh (5′3)

how many pairs of shoes do you own? like. 3. i literally wear the same shoes everyday but i have flip flops and some more sneakers?

favourite song? less of you by keshi or mixtape oh! 

favourite movie? up.....IM GONNA CRY 

what would be your ideal partner? i don’t really have a type? just anyone who’s respectful and matches my energy!

do you want children? fuck no

have you gotten in trouble with the law? nope!

bath or shower? bath but my hands can’t be in them bc they prune too fast

what colour socks are you wearing? none. but i had black socks on earlier

favourite type of music? krnb, krap, kpop!

how many pillows do you sleep with? i sleep with 2 pillows but i have a body pillow (that i don’t use) and this square one thats really fuzzy and i use it to hold when im sad

what position do you sleep in? on my stomach starfish or just holding something on my side

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? MY NIGHTMARES LORD

what do you have for breakfast? normally skip but yogurt with granola 

have you ever tried archery? d-does game pigeon count

favourite fruit? bananas, pinapple, uh...strawberries maybe

favourite swear word? hm i use insults more often but probably motherfucker or bitch LMFAO 

do you have any scars? i have a few scars from shit that happened but thats it!

are you a good liar? depends. about trivial things? yeah, i can lie abt it easy, but if it’s things that are important i’m not good at keeping my composer rlly

what’s your personality type? infp-t

what’s your favourite type of girl? idk what it means by favorite girl but my irls c and s are my favorite kinds of people?

innie or outie? innie

left or right handed? right handed but i can write in both

favourite food? idk ramen-

favourite foreign food? pho? i like asian food ig

are you clean or messy? messy 

most used phrase? “like??? hello???” “ur good” or “ic ic” 

how long does it take you to get ready? depends for what- if we just going out for food or shopping then probably 10-15 mins, 30 if it’s formal or i need to shower

do you talk to yourself? too often it seems

do you sing to yourself? whether it be 5 pm or 1 am i always sing

are you a good singer? not to toot my own horn but u should join army’s chillin karaoke if u wanna hear LMFAOOOO

biggest fear? being alone or not being loved

are you a gossip? idk if someone tells me something i don’t see any reason to bring it up again and if it’s a rumor i’d debunk immediately

do you like long or short hair? short fs, ive looked better in short than long

favourite school subject? science and english

introvert or extrovert? pretty introverted in new spaces, extroverted when i get more comfortable with my environment

what makes you nervous? DUDE my irls idc idc im scared of all of them 

who was your first real crush? whats a real crush ig- 

how fast can you run? mile time is like 8 minutes dont make fun of me pls

what colour is your hair? black with highlights

what colour are your eyes? brown

what makes you angry? people using non-reclaimable slurs being used like hello?? stfu-

do you like your own name? i unironically go by ren online and in real life so id say yes- 

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? girl but i dont want kids period

what are you strengths? good work ethics and a pretty good leader? work well and can cooperate with others and id like to think im pretty smart!

what are your weaknesses? too stubborn, too fake too often ig- im pretty bad at communicating with my feelings

what’s the colour of your bedspread? white with periwinkle floral ish designs

colour of your room? robin blue!

uh…tagging @jtrbluv @jinkicake @tomotae @maplecornia or anyone else who wants to do this!!

[taehyungiejiminie95]

BTS Reactions – They try to win you back

He clutches at his chest, trying to slow his racing heart down. This isn’t right. He knows it. It’s not been the same since he left you, and he doesn’t know how to cope. In all of his life, he has never made a mistake this big, and he has never wanted to turn back time more. He’s not a time traveller, so the only fix is to do his best to win you back. It has to work. He has no other choice.

Jin

It’s been… some amount of time since you last saw Jin. It hasn’t actually been that long, but at the same time it feels like an eternity. You’ve got this Jin-shaped hole carved into you, and there’s nothing that can fill it. No amount of time, distraction or food could ever come close. You’d know. You’ve tried. You’ve been trying since he left you, but nothing’s changed. It still hurts, but you’re not using it as an excuse. With all the effort it takes, you’ve been going out everyday to the bakery you run with your soon-to-be-retiring parents and acting like you’re okay. For the most part, you very nearly believe it.

You normally get in before your parents do, so you can fire up the ovens and set up for the day ahead, so you’re not surprised to find the bakery in complete darkness. It smells like home here, somewhere you can truly forget your worries. Today’s special pastry is going to be churros, and you know it’s going to smell even better. A nostalgic scent, you always felt. You flip on the main lights as you go, heading straight for the back room. Stopping short, you realise that something feels odd. You have that feeling you get when someone’s stood too close, but you know there’s nobody around. You’re probably just being weird. That’s quite normal for you at the moment, really, so you do your best to shrug it off and you push your way through to the office to put your coat and bag down,

“What on earth…” You mutter under your breath, seeing the state of the office. Flour. Literal bags of flour covering every inch of the desk where you do the accounts. Your brow furrows as you step forward to where a sole red rose rests atop the bed of flour bags, next to a small note, “I’m outside,” You read aloud, a sense of dread filling you from the toes up. If you couldn’t recognise Jin’s handwriting after how long you spent together, who even are you?

The question of whether or not to respond to this gesture makes you wonder. Is it worth seeing what he wants? Or should you just ignore it, clear the bags into the pantry, and pretend this never even happened?

Your feet move of their own accord, propelling you back through the shop and out of the front door to where Jin is waiting, looking as handsome and as serious as the day you met him, when he was running late for his friend’s birthday and needed something – anything – sweet to take in means of a gift,

“You always said you had no use for flowers. Flour on the other hand… that you need an abundance of,” He half-heartedly teases, looking at you with poorly concealed fear, “Please, will you let me explain myself to you? I know I don’t deserve it but…” He trails off, eyes wide and fearful. Your words fail you. What are you meant to do here?

Yoongi

Your alarm goes off with a harsh buzz, making you wince as you’re rudely woken. It’s cold this morning, you realise with a huff as you get up. You flick the kettle on for your coffee and turn on the radio. Ever since Yoongi left you, you’ve hated the silence. It only amplifies how alone you are, how empty the apartment has been since he left. You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you reach for a mug, the kettle screaming to you that it’s ready. That’s when you hear it,

“In a surprise move from BTS member Suga, a new song has been realised under his own name. This is unusual for him, as the rapper uses many aliases for his different work, but never his birth name…” A cold sweat breaks out over your body as you fumble to get to the radio. You don’t want to hear the new song. The feeling of dread in your stomach tells you what it is, and the soft sounds of piano confirm that for you when you’re not quick enough to the power switch.

Time stands still. Nothing moves as the song plays. You know it’s for you. The melody is something he wrote for you in the early days of your relationship. He always joked that he’d release it under his birth name, because it was so personal. He never did. But now, as you listen to the song which is so clearly dedicated to you, your heart aches for him. His art. This is far more than a melody, than a simple piece of piano he wrote for you. This is pain mixed with poetry and poured into a track. This is true beauty, and you can’t deny it. You can’t move as the words wash over you, and your emotions quickly follow. Tears threaten to break rank as your lip trembles and you’re forced to see how much you miss him.

The last notes of the track wrap themselves up in melancholy, the final one dragging out as if it doesn’t want to end. You don’t want it to. It feels even emptier now, without that song. The radio DJs begin to discuss the unusually heartfelt track, comparing it to First Love, only more pained. You’re still stuck in the kitchen, holding a mug so tight it’s groaning and threatening to break.

Minutes pass as you try to process what you’re feeling, and what this means. Does he want to talk to you? Does he regret what he did? Or is he only using pain as inspiration, with no real intent?

Your phone rings. “Min Yoongi is calling…” You lurch to pick it up before it goes to voicemail.

Hoseok

It’s just gone 11. You pull the covers up over your head in an attempt to try and pretend like you’re any closer to sleep than you were 2 hours ago when you got into bed. It’s been… hard lately. Without him. You can’t even bring yourself to think his name anymore. You’re not someone who lets their life halt for some man, and you’re not letting that happen now. You refuse to huddle down and let this ruin you, which is why you confine your sadness and dysfunction to night times only. During the day, you’re fine. You don’t even let yourself entertain the thought that you want him to come home, to climb into bed and sing you to sleep like he always did. It’s too painful to think about wanting-

Your thoughts are rudely interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. With a groan, you slide out of bed and head towards the door. You fumble around for a moment with the lock before you’re finally able to swing the door open, your very best glare ready for whenever this visitor comes into view. You’re surprised to see… nobody. It takes a huff and an eye roll before you cast your vision down to the floor, where you see a small box. The words “From your Hoseok~” are born on a gift tag, and the tidy scribble of the handwriting you recognise so well. It’s hard to resist scooping down to pick it up.

The box sits in your hands for the rest of the night. You don’t sleep. You barely even blink as you try to work out whether you should open it – just so you don’t have to live with the painful curiosity – or put it in the bin – just in case whatever it is hurts you.

As night turns into dawn, you sigh and put your head down on the back of the couch. Your first movement for hours. It’s taking everything in you to not just throw this damn box back onto the doorstep, or post it straight through Hoseok’s letterbox and be done with it, but you know you need to open it. You lift the flaps carefully and look inside, somehow terrified about what you’ll find. It’s a small note, written in the same tidy scrawl.

‘Meet me by the river tonight. The one we met at, outside your apartment. Let me show you how sorry I am’.

You’re out the door before you can stop yourself,

“You’ve been here all night?” You shriek, seeing Hoseok sat under a willow tree, one of many that line the bank of the river. He nods slowly, gazing unseeingly into the flowing water. You tear off your dressing gown and drape it around his shoulders as best you can, “You’re still an idiot, then. It’s the middle of winter, and you’re hardly dressed appropriately,”

“You didn’t come, but I couldn’t accept it. I needed to be sure you really didn’t want me anymore,” He whispers, finally turning to look up into your eyes, trying to find his answer. The truth is that you’re not even wholly sure on one yourself.

Namjoon

The pigeon hole with your apartment number on it never has anything interesting in it, other than bills and spam, but you still make a habit of checking it every day. Just in case, you suppose. You’re on your way in from work when you check it, today. You barely even glance in, about to walk away when a small package catches your eye. You take it into you hands curiously, not recalling having ordered anything, You take it up to your apartment anyway, seeing as it isn’t a case of someone else’s mail in your pigeon hole. It’s clearly addressed to you. Maybe one of your friends has sent you a care package to get through your low period.

An hour or so later, you curl up on your couch with a hot cup of tea. You’ve showered off and had a snack, and your mid had wandered back around to the mysterious package tantalisingly awaiting you on the coffee table where you left it. It feels quite dense, you realise as you carefully tear back the brown wrapping paper. It’s a book, you find out. You’ve opened it from the wrong side – you’re looking at the back, where the blurb should be. Instead, it’s just a plain matte black. Turning it over, you see the title embossed in silver against the black – “My Last Love by Kim Namjoon”.

Your heart drops to your stomach, but you can’t stop yourself from carefully opening the cover, flicking to the acknowledgments in the front.

“To my greatest loss, and my greatest achievement. We always spoke about me publishing this book, but I never had the courage. Now, I have nothing lose. I hope you’ll read this, although by now you’ll know the story better than I do. It may be selfish, but I also hope you’ll reach out in the way I’m too afraid to do”

You fingers trace over the words, not written in the traditional font but printed in the front of every book in his own handwriting, smudges and all. Tears shine in your eyes without you realising as you see what this is. For years, Namjoon was writing a book. It was based on the story of your love, although he was always unsure of his skill, whether it would be good enough to ever publish. He kept it in his archives for a while, forgetting about it until he broke things off with you. He was right, you do know the story better than anyone, but you can’t resist flicking to the first page and allowing yourself to get lost in his world. A world you sheared, it used to be.

You’re only a chapter in when your phone lights up with a text. It’s your friend. They want to know if you’re going to reach out to Namjoon, the way he clearly wants you to. The thought makes your throat close up. Do you want to?

Jimin

Turning your phone over, you sigh. You miss the days when you would be able to pick up your phone at any given time and see a few notifications waiting patiently for you. Jimin was someone who liked to keep you updated always, even if it was just with the occasional picture or a few seconds of video. It’s almost painful now to turn on your phone and see ‘No New Notifications’ waiting for you. At times like this, it’s too painful to look at. At least if you’ve turned the screen away from yourself, you can’t jump up every time the flashes across it, making it look as if it’s lit up again.

You try your best to go about your day as normal, running errands around the house in time for work tomorrow. It’s boring, but well overdue. You scrub the inside of the oven, do your laundry, sweep the floors, bleach the toilet and you’re just about to re-organise your wardrobe when your phone rings,

“Hello?” You answer, only to immediately be spoken over by your very excited friend,

“Look out of your window right now! Just go, do it! You will not believe what it is!” They all but scream, causing you to panic slightly as you rush to tear your curtains open, fully expecting to see an alien spaceship threaten to destroy the earth if you don’t comply. But it’s not anything like that. Somehow, it’s worse. It’s a large white blimp, with Jimin’s face plastered onto each side. In his own enlarged handwriting, a message is shown clear for the world to see – ‘you will always be my safe place’, “Oh my God, I need to go for a second and call my boyfriend. He needs to up his game. I’ll call you back!” Your friend promises, but you barely even hear. Your phone is loose in your grip, and your breath is scarce in your lungs as you’re forced to see what the whole of the country is currently photographing and talking about. They’re literally sending Jimin’s over-the-top attempt to win you back viral. You don’t know how long passes before your friend calls again. You pick up instantly,

“I honestly can’t believe this. He broke up with me, why would he-“ An all-too-familiar voice cuts you off,

“Because I made a huge mistake,” Jimin’s broken voice whispers, marred with tears.

Taehyung

You smile politely at the security on the door as you breeze past them. They don’t bother to stop you, knowing well who you are. The event looks as grand as you were hoping, and a sense of satisfaction bubbles up to the surface as you cast your eyes around the gallery. This was probably your most ambitious project yet – you’ve combined the art collections of 25 of the greatest connoisseurs in the world, having to rent out 10 different venues to hold everything that encompasses your art show. Your colleagues shake your hand as you sautés further into the venue, knowing you’ll be bored of all this by the time the final one opens. But for now, you’re enjoying it on night 3 of 10.

Something grabs your attention from the corner of your eyes – a tallish man, wearing a beret and an unusual combination of clothes but… no. You refuse to let false memories of Taehyung plague your night. You plaster a smile back onto your face as you take a glass of champagne.

As your exit time comes near, you decide to simply observe as much of this wonderful art as you can. The pensive look on your face wards off conversation partners as you wander through the work you’ve compiled. You recognise some of the work here, but not all of it. Some of it is to your taste, and some isn’t. That’s what you love most about this. Seeing things from the perspective of others, and not always agreeing with what you find.

But one painting stands out more than anything else in the room. It’s… unique. It’s a clash of colours that shouldn’t work, but do. It’s confusing and loud, but you can’t tear your eyes away. It gives you a sense of nostalgia that you can’t shake, and it speaks to you in an odd way. It feels like pain and longing,

“You haven’t stared at a single painting as long as this one,” A familiar voice remarks from behind you. Your eyes dart to the corner, and you see the artist who created this. It’s called “Desire” by Vante. With a deep breath, you turn around to face Vante. Your Taehyung, “Do you like it?” He asks, eyes as wide and as curious as when you first met him,

“It’s different to your normal work. What prompted the change?” You reply civilly, feeling your hand start to shake around your champagne glass. Funnily enough, you already know the answer to your question,

“Losing you,” Taehyung whimpers, taking a step forward, “Look, I know that I’m the one who left you, but I made a mistake. Please, let me talk to you. I can’t lose you like this,” he pleads, voice cracking as he tries to reach for your hand. You don’t know whether or not to let him.

Jungkook

Your Jungkook, your love, the one you cherished above all else, was never that into big romantic gestures. He was small things that made you smile. He was doing the dishes when he got in past midnight so you didn’t have to. He was buying you a bouquet of flowers every now and then because of how you love fresh flowers. He was leaving you a home cooked meal on the side when you were getting home late. He was carrying you to bed when you fell asleep. Your Jungkook was not a big gesture. He was the little things that kept you smiling.

Maybe that’s why everything going on right now has been such a shock to you. This isn’t like your Jungkook at all, but somehow it’s just as real and genuine. The video on your phone plays again, stuck on a loop, just as your mind is. It hardly makes sense at all, that he would do this. He’s the one who left you, and yet he’s gone to such a length to get your attention again. You cast your eyes back down to your phone, needing to watch it one more time to try and grasp that it really did happen,

“ARMY!” Jungkook calls, waving his hand up. The crowd screams loudly before finally falling quiet again, “ARMY, you do so much for me, and for BTS. You know our love for you never ends,” He confesses, sending the crowd wild again. He waits patiently for their focus to come back to him, “That’s how I know that I can ask this favour of you. Will you all do something special for me?” Jungkook calls, spinning to cast his eyes around the arena. It’s the end of the concert, and everyone is tired, but he can’t let this go. He knows it will work, “Everyone, get your phones out! Put your camera on, turn the video on, film this! I want you to record something for me, and then I want you to post it to every platform you have. Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook, everywhere! You, my Kinds and Queens of trending, I need you to make this go viral,”

Jungkook’s eyes somehow meet the lens of every camera in the arena at once as he speaks your name solemnly. The crowd hushes each other so Jungkook can speak. His eyes are red, and he’s not sure for how long he’ll remain composed, “Forgive me. I’ve done something stupid, I know that now. I see that I’ve hurt you, and I’m ready to grow and mature and become the best version of myself. Baby, I need you. Will you please call me? I know you’ll see this. Please, all I want is to talk. Even if you decide I don’t deserve a second chance. Please,” Jungkook closes his eyes, blinking back tears, “ARMY, please make sure they see this. Post it everywhere. I want them to know that I love them more than myself,” His voice cracks on his last word as he starts to break down, “Please,”

[gremlin-elrics]

JELLO FINALLY DID IT IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ also u combining both the voice memes,,,,,big brain idea

wait hange pigeon noise tutorial when.

“Jazzy can stop harassing me now that its done 😃. thanks!” yea ok until i tag u in another voice meme or smth smh 🤨🤨🤨🤨

Levihan Voice Tag Thing

This just me whispering Jazzy into the mic for 15 minutes. Enjoy! @ggukmiin

[graphitesblog]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Infinity Train (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Grace, Simon, Gage, lizard pigeon, The stiff man, Ryan, Min, Amelia, Hazel, Jacob the lizard pigeon, may'eth, stiff - Character, DJ Quinn Additional Tags: rappers, dnd, Betrayal Summary:

A tale of an elaborate betrayal to get back home, Gage a guy who's wise beyond his years but suffers from an affliction and pathological desire to cause a certain kind of chaos, unhinge with his mental capacity to try and do the right thing but do bad within his deeds. He deals with the trains riddles and clues for how he can get home and he gets mad a lot with this smokes and mirrors the train is putting him through, alongside two companions who he meets early on at the start of his journey, The stiff man a robotic and tall being with no face that stands motionless most of the time until he met Gage this sparked a curiosity from the being and so they followed Gage from there forth, The lizard pigeon a pigeon with lizard eyes Gage found them when walking through cars and pigeon liked him so it stayed. will our begotten hero ever make it off the train? only time will tell.

In honor of Book 4 coming out soon I revisited this old fic I did and decided to try and finish it. if you like it cool, if you have some critiques about it then please comment on it all critiques are welcome. 

[minminambus]

🕊️ :)

The Horseman’s Thief Pouter! It was bred to retrieve loft pigeons by wooing them back to the flock! They’re a Scottish breed of pigeon and in these ‘wooing competitions’ they’re known as ‘doos’!

[tothe8andbeyond]

D-8 SVT 5TH ANNIVERSARY: FAVORITE GOING SEVENTEEN EPISODE - MT SVT REALITY, GOSE 2019 EP 3-4 & 7, DEBATE NIGHT, SVT PLAYGROUND, DON'T LIE, BOO SEUNGKWAN'S PAST LIFE DESTINY, INSOMNIA ZERO (#2), AND MORE

Season 1 began in 2017 (another reason 2017 is ironically Seventeen's year) and SVT content was changed forever.

It began as more of a behind the scenes with everything from Don't Wanna Cry, Diamond Edge, Clap promo, and all the fansigns inbetween. This season just made me really sad I wasn't a carat sooner but it was a cool vlog for the boys and they were so excited to be filmed, precious bubs. I don't really have a favorite episode but here are some iconic/favorite moments

"Goiiiiing.. SEVENTEEN!" "goinggoing~~~"

Covering the camera with Hoshi's hand

"What if I die?!" "Then you die!"

SVT Energy Skincare™

Jun leaving people "frozen"

Angry MC Santa Wonwoo

Asking for the unicorn frap at Starbucks and having the order total turn out to be $17 thus triggering the members

Minghao flexing on everyone's life (again) on the trampoline

Hoshi being depressed about not getting bday wishes

Dino's "fanboys"

"Americano, aMEricano, ameRIcano, ameriCANo, americanO"

Make It Shine blooper

The dog from the concert poster photoshoot

Dabhao was thriving

My I behind the scenes 🥰

Any Junhao moment bc I'm whipped

Little 8 practicing his singing 🥺

Trauma (Seungkwan remix)

Spin-Off started introducing us more to GoSe in a variety format

We got variety-esque episodes like with the members cooking, writing letters to themselves, making flower crowns, drawing, and the arcade episode! But it was still mostly vlog-esque where we got to see behind the scenes of Thanks, Ideal Cut Concerts, Japan Arena Tour, 3rd Anniversary, their exhibit, Oh My/YMMD, and BSS promo. Again making me emo I wasn't a carat earlier missing all these iconic moments 🥺

My favorite episode is easily MT SVT REALITY and Hoshi yelling out the window still might be one of the most iconic moments ever, PERIOD. My other fave moments include

DK and Jeonghan fake laughing for like 5 mins straight

Minghao's mullet, period.

Driver Minghao for TTT

Jun abandoning DK to help Wonwoo with his apron instead

The birth of the legendary "T H E to the 8" rap (feat. the return of imma)

Producer Woozi

Episode 20 (yes I have that memorized) when Minghao hosts a cute little hotel date 🥺 he tells fans not to think of him romantically and then pulls this shit pretending to feed us and everything which is why I'm sad lol

Minghao's giggle when he did the bottle flip 🥺

Vernon full on losing it during an arcade game while Hao who's playing with him is dead silent

V8 vs. older bros

"you're over, Yoon Jeonghan"

Junnie winning at the fighting game uwu

The iconic Thinkin About You looks

That pose Jeonghan does that screams "your crush is coming, act natural"

Mingyu getting too excited and spitting on the cake so the members cover it but Mingyu thinks they're doing a team cheer

Hoshi screaming "2 captains!" repeatedly while Woozi regrets his life's decisions

Killing the8 in mafia just for returning from China

GoSe 2019 was the birth of the true variety show. They even made a theme song and everything 🤣😭 SVT are such natural entertainers ohmygod (and the editors really stepped up their game thank u staffs)

There was still some behind the scenes like the 4th Anniversary, Japan concerts, and Minghao instructing for Chinese Ver. of home, but they kind of started transitioning behind the scenes content to a different spot on the channel and honestly carats are so well fed with content #blessed. ALSO THIS WAS AROUND THE TIME I BECAME A FAN IM EMO

My absolute fave eps are the ones when they were brainstorming their own ideas for the show (3-4), the making of the intro/theme (7), debate night, and SVT playground but honestly the whole fucking season has so many iconic moments

Vernon not being able to read red marker bc of his red glasses

Jun's 1+1

Honestly it's so entertaining hearing them talk about their ideas even without them implementing them yet, they're seriously so creative

They do skits/roles so well like Jun pretending he's from the Chinese restaurant next door and Woozi being CEO of Going Entertainment dndkdk I cannot make this shit up

"Jeonghan act tired" Jeonghan: *fully falls to the floor and drags his body to the couch djdkdkdkkdld he's so fucking dramatic I'm still dying at this

Wonhao running around dead S.Coups

Minghao doing the going dance down the stairs (flexing again)

Pabo latte

Enthusiastic Minghao in Japan 🥺

The MBTI hidden camera

Diva Boo being pissed he didn't get Beyonce's MBTI but someone else did

Monsta X saving them at karaoke

Pigeon DK thriving during debate night

Geppetto Minghao looking fine af during debate night "I said so many nonsenses, I hope you liked it"

TTT fun - meerkat line rise, Jeonghan and Hoshi catching bugs but screaming the whole time, network love unit playing except Hao and he just gives them a cute "fighting!" Like they're his kids but he's just trying to relax lol, more mafia, Jun being hilarious during try not to laugh, S.Coups wanting to kill the staff (as usual), THE MEMBERS PLAYING WITH KITTENS

Froghao was thriving during svt playground

Bothering Woozi during secret santa

Hao's face when Jeonghan took the iPad

Dino literally got gifted a brick??

Junnie's light up grills

GoSe 2020 continues the variety so well and each member gets a month! So sad they shortened the theme but they gave us subs! Also the previews for next episode are great! They also stepped up the editing too. They are all working so hard for this and it really pays off

My favorite episodes so far are Don't Lie, Seungkwan's Past Life Destiny, and Insomnia Zero (especially part 2). I'm so damn hyped for Debate Night 2. Again so blessed for this content 😭🙌

It's harder to list moments when the entire episodes are iconic!!

DK failing at his own mystery food game

Minghao literally lucky number 8

The saga of Minghao being amazed at Mingyu's eating continues

Hoshi singlehandedly admitting he's mafia then getting Mingyu killed instead then openly killing the citizens at night without needing to hide and then winning the game ohmygod I cannot at how fucking wild and hilarious this episode was

Sleepy Jun during Seungkwan's Past Life Destiny

Junhao, evil twins, seoksoon, mingyuzi rise

Dino rejecting Mingyu with a moonwalk

The overall betrayal of couples omg

SA DALLA

Jun showing the Made in China tag djdkkd

Limbo was fucking wild

The members are all whipped for Woozi that shit made me soft as hell

Talking shit when other members are trying to sleep

Woozi loves dad jokes so much omg

They are so damn dramatic for the ASMR in Insomnia Zero pt 2 omg

TASTY

Jeonghan purposely not answering Hoshi's call to come back

Hoshi giggling that Woozi lost and Woozi fully having a crisis

Wonwoo identity crisis as one of the chill members

Brain Survival and Escape Room made my brain hurt but they're so smart

Minghao jump scare poor bb

Kicked out members becoming audience reactors

DK and Jeonghan fucking around with the props instead of helping

Their delivery food episode just made me hungry

S.Coups not flinching one bit at arm wrestling Hoshi

Trying to act cool when the move spots on the chess board

Seungkwan's wipe out

Getting debate night 2 really saved my life I can't wait for the rest of 2020

I typed way more than I should have but I just love Going Seventeen and all Seventeen content, being a carat really is a blessed life!

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