#muse 9

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Park Seunghyun. ✦ Faceclaim e função: I.M - Monsta X. ✦ Data de nascimento: 26/01/1996. ✦ Idade: 28 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Paciente, responsável e persistente. ✦ Defeitos: Teimoso, exigente e ciumento. ✦ Moradia: Mount Olympus. ✦ Ocupação: Tatuador no Muse 9 e Gerente de uma rede de hospitais. ✦ Twitter: @MO96PJ ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: É uma pessoa bem simpática e que gosta de ajudar todos ao seu redor, geralmente socializa bem com as pessoas por ser alguém extrovertido, mas têm ciúmes de suas coisas e quando está de mau-humor geralmente tende a ser mais na sua e ficar quieto. Geralmente Jungwoo se adapta fácil a qualquer lugar.

TW's na bio: briga familiar, expulsão de casa e citação à sangue. Biografia:

Park Seunghyun – como era conhecido pelos os que o cercavam – coreano nato, sempre viveu e desfrutou de tudo que a vida poderia dar de bom para uma pessoa. Tinha tudo o que queria e o que mandasse era uma ordem.

Então, o que o futuro reservava?

Quando pequeno a infância tida pelo menino era as das melhores, sempre tinha a atenção da mãe que sempre admirou, quando se tratava do pai, ele sabia que não iria receber tanta atenção quanto desejava, até porque seu pai era um médico de grande porte na Coreia do Sul, o que ajudava esse fato, de certa forma, ainda mais porque aquele homem não parar em casa e acabava sendo sempre uma pessoa ausente demais para família que na mente masculina, achava que precisava de todos os luxos.

Seunghyun poderia ser considerado uma criança mimada pelas pessoas e também por ser um menino rico, como era de fato. Era o mais velho da família Park – uma família sendo o patriarca da família coreano nativo assim como a matriarca –, este tinha mais uma irmã mais nova a quem era apegado. Sempre tentava manter a atenção focada ainda mais na mãe e na irmã, que sempre estavam consigo, não que a mulher – a qual chamava de mãe – fosse uma dona de casa ou coisa parecida, por outro lado, ela era uma música de grande renome e famosa, formada Los Angeles, mas sempre dedicando à atenção para dentro de casa. Talvez por Park Seunghyun ter tido uma irmã num tempo em que a senhora Park estava envelhecendo, assim como seu pai, o rapaz ainda dava atenção dobrada para a pequenina irmã.

Quando ingressou no colegial, Seunghyun começou a criar uma personalidade de “badboy” o que acabava afastando as pessoas de si. Não por ser inconveniente ou coisa do tipo, apenas por ser um cara meio sério e calado, muito na dele, misterioso e sem nem se quer ter rodinha de amigos. Não fazia a mínima questão de estar entre aquelas pessoas populares do colégio ou de sua sala de aula, ele ia para o lugar apenas para aprontar algumas vezes e quem sabe tentar estudar, – nunca deixando de ser um bom aluno, diga-se de passagem.

Ao que o tempo passou, chegou finalmente ao último ano de colégio, ele não sabia o que gostaria de fazer assim que saísse daquele lugar, ele só sabia que alguma coisa de sua vida teria de fazer, apesar de ser complicado escolher alguma coisa que tomaria conta de sua carreira e vida. Seu pai era dono de uma das maiores empresas de medicinal da Coreia, o que fazia com que Seunghyun participasse daquela loucura toda, ele discordava daquela coisa de estar sempre de terno e gravata e se dedicar somente ao trabalho ao invés de sua vida, o que causou uma grande reviravolta dentro de casa.

O pai dele era uma pessoa autoritária e infelizmente ou talvez felizmente o rapaz acabou puxando esse traço do mesmo, justamente aí que sua relação com o homem mais velho começou a decair: Um brigava com o outro e chegou aquele grande dia, em que o mais velho – o maioral daquela família – expulsou Seunghyun, depois de uma boa surra no menino o que ocasionou algumas lesões, além de um olho roxo e sangue escorrendo por parte de seus lábios cortados, e lógico, a sua mudança para a Austrália – enquanto sua família ainda se estabelecia na Coreia do Sul – Seunghyun mudou-se para um apartamento grande que ele mesmo poderia pagar, mesmo que fosse complicado acreditar nisso. Arrumou um emprego de meio período – de fato tinha a ajuda de sua mãe, a pessoa a qual o pai nunca havia levantado à voz ou ido contra; não estava sendo a vida mais fácil para o rapaz que sempre teve sua irmã por perto e sua mãe também, era orgulhoso e por tal motivo não iria simplesmente aceitar o mandamento do pai, caso sua mãe não lhe tivesse pedido.

Com o tempo passando e em uma conversa com sua mãe, o rapaz aceitou que o melhor era conversar com o homem que comandava aquela família e apesar de ser contra vontade, Seunghyun voltou à Coreia do Sul e em dias de conversa com o pai, ele finalmente aceitou a cursar Medicina. mas também havia um interesse próprio nisso, pois desde que descobriu sua fascinação por tatuagens, sabia que para trabalhar com isso naquele país em especial, tinha que ter a faculdade de medicina, para ser aceito em qualquer estúdio de tatuagens.

Iniciando o seu curso de medicina, na melhor universidade do lugar, onde todos os alunos eram de grande renome, só por estarem lá dentro. Era seu destino e a universidade de medicina, o seu futuro e muito mais do que aquilo, era o lugar o qual iria residir por muitos anos de sua vida e como previsto, foi assim que se manteve por alguns longos anos naquele local, aprontando, como certamente poderiam esperar dele, mas também cuidando para se tornar um ótimo médico.

Anos se passaram, e Jungwoo se viu em uma vida completamente quando se mudou um complexo de apartamentos, era um lugar enorme e já conhecia há algum tempo, não tinha experiência mudanças mas sentiu que sua vida naquele lugar iria ser completa e diferente, adorava aquele ar e por isso se apossou de uma das propriedades do local, também tomou logo uma posição como tatuador em um dos estabelecimentos que se chamava Muse 9, além de trabalhar para seu pai quase todas as noites, na gerência dos hospitais que levavam o nome da família pela Coréia do Sul, estava disposto a colocar um sorriso sarcástico no rosto e então adentrar naquele lugar – de cabeça erguida.

Destino? Estava predestinado aquilo? Talvez sim, mas sinceramente, não reclamava.

[rubanacabana]

mango-flavored bravery (ink) and some kinda solar eclipse (error)

🍁🧸☕🍂 happy sweet november everyone!! staying comfortable this season, I hope? (ㅅ´ ˘ `)₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ to celebrate this in-between weather, please enjoy two pieces that come in a pair, ft. my favorite character duo (a.k.a. my muses for like, ever TAT AHHH) !!

ink sans by the illustrious @comyet, error sans by the ultra-talented @loverofpiggies!

[tommykinard6]

You know what I think is absolutely precious about the kiss scene?

How when Tommy is opening up about being jealous, letting Buck into his insecurity, it’s the first time we’ve seen him falter since he came back. He scoffs and shakes his head when Buck tells him about how he was a part of the team, avoiding his eyes. He’s come so far, but there’ll always be that little part of him that wavers.

You know what it makes me think of?

Hen Begins.

And I’ll tell you why.

Remember asshole captain saying how Hen was a diversity hire?

Remember how Tommy had walked up to the railing with a big smile and it falling after the asshole spoke? Eyes going back and forth between them.

Remember him hugging himself during her speech?

In both cases, he was deeply unsure of his place. Hen was taking vitriol that could’ve been directed at him too and it wasn’t but he still felt its impact because it could’ve been. He was afraid and he was insecure.

In Buck’s loft, even though Tommy’s gotten a lot better and kinder with himself, he was openly admitting to feeling out of place and he’d never had someone accept him as easily into a family as Buck did in that moment.

Which makes his little surprised, “Yeah?” All that more special to me.

[woodchoc-magnum]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Tommy Kinard, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Marisol (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Maddie Buckley, Josh Russo, Athena Grant Additional Tags: POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz is going through it, Eddie Diaz is a Mess (9-1-1 TV), Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Pining Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Getting Together, Pining, Mutual Pining, Emotional Infidelity, Minor Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Minor Eddie Diaz/Marisol (9-1-1 TV), Firehouse 118 Crew as Family (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Break Up, Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV), Protective Evan "Buck" Buckley, Worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Catholic Guilt, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Demisexual Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), 9-1-1 (TV) Season 7, Canon Compliant to 7x05, Jealousy, Accidental Voyeurism, Clubbing, Possessive Evan "Buck" Buckley

Summary:

In which Eddie is dating Marisol; Buck's dating Tommy, and Eddie has feelings about that, which he simply does. not. understand.

[velociraptorsaurusrex]

I wanted him dead; I wanted him all to myself.

get him back!

[eddiestightywhities]

𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙/𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗

a closeted gay teen from a mexican catholic family growing up in 90s el paso, texas, edmundo diaz met shannon in high school and, in her, found his best friend and soul mate.

after a while, they decided to fake-date, to save eddie from scrutiny and danger—but in the end, shannon was the one who needed protecting; she was murdered for defending eddie, by a knife gang of bigots hellbent on chaos and death, and eddie, in self-defence, killed one of them after they tried to take him out, too.

jailed at 18, eddie did 8 years for manslaughter at the penitentiary of new mexico, where he kept his head down and his record clean, and turned to god in the hope he could save his soul.

when he got out, with no real prospects and no friends or family to turn to, eddie joined the church, and once ordained, moved out to CA to his first parrish, where he met a firefighter named bobby and struck up his first real friendship in what felt like a lifetime.

through this new kinship, eddie was introduced to another first responder: evan 'buck' buckley, who became determined to blur the lines between platonic and something more—setting eddie on a path that would lead him to forever securing a place for his soul in the fiery pits of infierno...

[walkingstackofbooks]

Thinking about how Julian is so antsy in Distant Voices about his upcoming 30th birthday, and how he says he found out about his augmentations when he was 15.

How likely is it that he's hyperaware that half of his life has been spent living a lie, and that after his 30th birthday, he'll have spent more time knowing than not.

How far away did 30 seem to him when he was 15? How much did he assume he'd be found out before he ever got to that age?

How much longer does he think he's going to have left *after* turning 30? Being overly concerned about middle age is a somewhat humorous, if relatable, concept - but what happens when you know that your life could be over with one mistake that you're constantly on the edge of making?

How many close calls had there been in the last 15 years? How many more close calls will there be before he gets to 45? Which one will see him kicked out of Starfleet, out of medicine, into an institution? When will that be?

"Aging is part of the natural process of life", but he's not natural.

"When you hit thirty, it becomes harder and harder to ignore the passage of time": the passage of time, bringing him closer and closer to his inevitable discovery.

"In many human cultures, the thirtieth birthday is considered a sort of landmark. It marks the end of youth and the beginning of the slow march into middle age." Will Julian still be living in another 15 years time, or will he simply be existing, locked up somewhere, hidden away from society? Will he get to enjoy middle age, or will his youth be the only time he got to have?

Turning thirty means that for exactly half a lifetime, he's had to shoulder the weight of his secret. So yes, having to think about his thirtieth birthday does bring up a whole host of feelings that he can't quite manage to hide.

[blazinghotfoggynights]

Buck is obviously pissed at Gerrard in those stills.

Eddie is telling him to cut it out.

So, bear with me here...

What if....

Buck is furious for some reason and Eddie sees him about to go off. Those two are martyrs when it comes to each other. So, Eddie is using a hand to push Buck back or hold him back, but Gerrard doesn't let up. Eddie sees Buck about to lash out.

Keep in mind the end of season 7 showed us an Eddie who is not stable. Eddie is not thinking clearly, in case the whole Kim situation didn't make that obvious.

Eddie, not quite in the right frame of mind, reacts. Instead of letting Buck ruin his career and life, Eddie, who thinks he has already lost everything that matters, throws a punch. If Eddie feels like he has nothing to lose, in his mind, it would make sense. He protects Buck, who is not expendable, who he trusts with Chris more than anyone else.

Some people will say Eddie wouldn't do anything which could jeopardize his livelihood because of Christopher. A clear-thinking Eddie Diaz who isn't lost and without his son would never. This guy? We don't know much about him. Hell, Eddie Diaz doesn't know much about him!

That could lead to Buck demanding to know why Eddie would do something so stupid and Eddie being forced to examine his whole life to look for the answer because he genuinely doesn't know. All he knows is that he lost his son, his best friend is slipping away, in his mind, and he subconsciously feels he has nothing to lose, so why not take care of those he loves, even if it means sacrificing himself.

What if someone points out best friends aren't like Buck and Eddie and maybe he needs to ask himself why he reacts the way he does when it's Buck. My bet would be on Hen telling Eddie and Maddie telling Buck the same thing: Their friendship isn't typical.

Couldn't that trigger a self-discovery arc? Which could lead to answers Eddie isn't ready to face. Truths he must run from and hide from. But at some point, you run out of steam and places to hide. Eventually, the truth tends to come out.

PS: It may or may not ever become canon, but if I get enough free time, I will work on making it fanon.

[12leafclover]

The World's Angriest Child and The World's Most Stubborn Woman want to fight!

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: this got long sorry 😔 but creepy/perv bakugou, recording, film major bkg x art major reader, masturbation, coercion, dubcon before it just becomes con, voyeurism/exhibitionism

as an art major, you typically did some works for a few students on campus; for their plays, as background pieces while they danced, a cover for their released songs. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to ask you to create something for them, and you enjoyed it more often than not. but, you weren’t usually the art itself.

Bakugou is a friend’s friend that you’ve seen a few times, ran into at the library or at coffee shops. he’s a film major, and always looks so unhappy about the whole thing, as if he didn’t choose it himself. you joke to Mina that you think he’ll graduate and become one of those directors that hate everything and yell at the actors constantly and later on get sued for being a dickhead. you never say it to him though—you’ve never spoken more than a couple words to the man.

it’s why it shocks you when he approaches you one day. it’s after one of your painting classes, and he stands outside the door with a frown and his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyebrows scrunched as if pissed at the mere sight of you. he asks you, in that low and gruff tone of his, if you could star in his final project for the semester. says it’s supposed to be a film made with this criteria and that, but, you’ve kind of checked out on the conversation after the first sentence.

“You mean, you want me to create something and that be the star of your film?” you ask him, feeling so intimidated at his stature. he always seems to loom, his hair shadowing the lights above, creates a cast over a portion of his face, makes his eyes look…unsettling. like they’re looking straight through your flesh, can find the marrow in your bones. he scoffs like you’ve offended him, rolling his eyes into his skull, mouth pulled tight.

“No.” his voice is firm, gaze concentrated only on you, like the halls are empty and you’re the focus of his lens. “I want you to star in it.”

his words confuse you—you’ve never presented yourself as an actor before, never alluded to wanting to be in the spotlight if not for what you create with your hands. but he shuffles on his feet, looks desperate even. there’s some hemming and hawing for a minute or so—why not choose Mina?—she’s busy—why choose me?—‘cause you’d be perfect for my short film—what’s it about?—you’ll find out once you get the script.

and even after you hesitantly agree and get the script—you still don’t understand what you’re doing. why you’re here, why you’re the only person, why it has to be a solo film, why there’s damn near zero lines in the entirety of the have-to-be forty five minute film.

the scenes are all so long, and maybe it’s because movies aren’t your forte or chosen major, but you just don’t get it. one scene; you’re staring at yourself in the mirror while Bakugou holds a small, black camera over your shoulder. he’s eerily quiet behind you, whispers out a faint fuckin’ go when you have to wash your face in the sink, makes you do it over because your movements are too jerky and unnatural.

the rest of the scenes go that way; you doing regular at home activities, being put under a lens, quietly barked at to do this and move that way and fix your hair and remember to frown.

“Isn’t there another way to film this?” you ask him on the fifth day of shooting in his spacious loft. there’s a bubble bath scene coming up, one you dont understand the importance of, but Bakugou tells you it’s the most necessary part of the entire thing.

“No,” he grunts out, looking at you from under his lashes as he sits on the lid of the toilet. “But I’ll make it soapy, so the camera won’t see much.” the camera? much? you weren’t worried so much about what the camera captured as you were the man behind it. he looks at you with such intensity, you feel naked already despite the robe you wear that’s suspiciously already your size.

he leaves the bathroom when you sink in the hot water, returns before you can say it’s okay, hears the water splashing and thinks that’s good enough. he kneels on the floor beside you, camera pointed directly in your face, makes your chest hot and your skin feel prickly. the scene passes on regularly enough; you run the water over your arms, tilt your head back as you sigh, whisper the few lines scripted, lean back and close your eyes, sigh again. it’s almost relaxing, makes you forget about the friend of a friend recording you naked right now. almost.

“Touch yourself.” Bakugou suddenly demands, hushed and quiet behind the camera. your eyes immediately shoot open, looking to him in question, how he’s eerily still in his spot hovering over you.

“Huh?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly, looking around the rounded lens in your face, trying to ignore the red blinking light. but Bakugou only frowns.

“It’s a masturbation scene. Touch yourself.” he repeats, voice louder, more demanding this time. your stomach twists at the thought of doing something so intimate in front of him. he’s a handsome guy, for sure, even made you consider asking him out after this, figured he was just serious about his work and awkward about certain things. but…something had been off about this entire thing since the start.

“But—but I don’t, I’m not,” you stutter, sitting up a little, the bubbles covering your chest starting to disperse with your movements. but Bakugou only sits a little higher on his knees, finally pulling the camera away from his face for the first time since he’s asked you to do this for him.

“You want me to fail?” he asks, booming voice eerily quiet in the silent bathroom, carmine eyes dull, shaded over with something terrible. “Then do it.” he tells you when you shake your head quickly.

you stare at him until he gets back into position again, camera back pointed at you. when he doesn’t say anything else, you swallow thickly, wondering if the art that will come out of this will be worth it. so you listen, sneak a hand under the water, start touching yourself in a way you never have in front of anyone.

is it bad to say that it’s exhilarating? being watched and recorded by someone who breathes so heavily every time your voice hiccups? being directed to touch your chest next when the suds start to disappear and your nipples start to peek through? is it bad that you want him to send you this portion of his film, only, just so you can watch yourself again and again? make a portrait of yourself with your fingers on your nipples and your knees raising from the water and your head thrown back from the intensity in oil pastels?

“That’s a wrap.” Bakugou announces when you finish, head spinning and still panting. you look over to him, how he closes the camera, the obvious bulge in his pants. “I’ll get you a towel.”

you wonder when’s the next time he’ll need you. or better yet—maybe he could be the star in your final drawing project? you had finished it already but, what was the harm in starting over with him as your muse? as naked as you are? camera not blocking his face so you can paint the similarities of his blushing cheeks and eyes when you direct him to look at you? to touch his chest? to play with himself just like that?

[haeyeongs]

What should I do? I really loved him. 9 BORDER (2024) dir. Fukuda Momoko

[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Kim Gyeol. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Sunwoo - The Boyz. ✦ Data de nascimento: 12/04/2000. ✦ Idade: 23 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, sul-coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Bondoso, amigável e determinado. ✦ Defeitos: Explosivo, ansioso e perfeccionista. ✦ Moradia: Tártaros. ✦ Ocupação: Faz faculdade de artes e Body piercing no MUSE 9. ✦ Twitter: @TT00KG ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Ele é bem prestativo sempre tentando ajudar os vizinhos e tentando também não incomodar ninguém. Não está sempre em casa por estudar e trabalhar, então pouco se ver ele pelo condomínio.

TW’s na bio: Alcoolismo e drogas

Biografia:

Gyeol cresceu em uma pequena cidade na Coreia do Sul, onde vivia com seu pai, seu irmão mais velho e sua amada avó. Sua mãe havia falecido quando ele tinha apenas quatro anos de idade, deixando um vazio imenso em sua vida. Mas, apesar das dificuldades, sua família permaneceu unida, lutando para sobreviver com os recursos limitados que tinham.

Seu pai trabalhava arduamente em três empregos para sustentar a família. Ele sempre se esforçava para dar atenção aos filhos, mesmo estando exausto. Gyeol tinha uma relação especial com seu irmão mais velho, que o protegia e cuidava dele como um verdadeiro pai. 

No entanto, Gyeol carregava consigo uma grande carga emocional. Ele se cobrava muito nos estudos, sentindo a pressão de não conseguir corresponder às expectativas acadêmicas e financeiras da família. Ele ansiava por ajudar seu pai e irmão a cuidar de sua avó, que era idosa e frágil. Gyeol sentia-se impotente diante da situação, lutando para encontrar uma maneira de aliviar o fardo sobre seus ombros. Isso fez que ele se tornasse um pouco mais fechado durante a adolescência, se afastando das pessoas inclusive da sua melhor amiga, por se achar insuficiente na vida de todos. 

Um raio de esperança surgiu quando o pai de Gyeol ganhou na loteria. A família viu nisso uma oportunidade de melhorar suas vidas, de finalmente se libertarem da constante preocupação com dinheiro. No entanto, o destino os surpreendeu de uma forma cruel. Ao invés de usar o dinheiro com sabedoria, o pai acabou afundando no alcoolismo, transformando o ambiente familiar em um inferno de caos e dor. Gyeol, sentindo-se traído pela esperança que a loteria trouxe, viu sua vida desmoronar diante de seus olhos. Ele se culpava por acreditar que o dinheiro poderia resolver seus problemas, mas agora percebia que a verdadeira felicidade estava muito além disso.

Durante esse tempo difícil, Gyeol refugiou-se em sua paixão pelas artes, uma herança que sua avó lhe transmitira. Ele desenhava e pintava para escapar da dura realidade que o cercava, encontrando um refúgio temporário em seu mundo imaginativo. No entanto, ele acreditava que não poderia seguir essa carreira, pois não via um futuro financeiramente estável nesse campo.

As coisas tomaram um rumo ainda mais sombrio quando a avó de Gyeol ficou doente e precisou ser internada em uma casa de repouso. O irmão mais velho decidiu que eles deveriam se mudar para um apartamento em Acropolis. Com a pressão aumentando, Gyeol sentiu-se forçado a abandonar seus sonhos e se inscreveu para cursar medicina, conseguindo até mesmo uma bolsa para estudar no exterior.

No entanto, essa decisão não era baseada em seu verdadeiro amor e vocação. Gyeol se perdeu na vida universitária americana, vivendo em festas, bebidas e drogas, se sentindo-se deslocado e infeliz. A medicina não preenchia sua alma como as artes faziam. O peso de viver uma vida que não era sua verdadeira paixão o consumia lentamente.

Eventualmente, a bolsa foi perdida, e Gyeol foi forçado a voltar para a Coreia do Sul, onde teve que enfrentar a dura realidade de viver novamente com seu irmão, agora sob uma nuvem de desespero e desapontamento. No entanto, o retorno à sua terra natal também trouxe uma oportunidade de se redescobrir. Gyeol encontrou um emprego como body piercer no muse 9. Embora o trabalho fosse incomum e diferente do que ele havia imaginado, ele descobriu uma maneira de se expressar artisticamente, trabalhando com pessoas que buscavam se expressar através de modificações corporais.

Enquanto ganhava experiência e estabilidade financeira com seu trabalho, Gyeol finalmente decidiu perseguir sua verdadeira paixão: a faculdade de artes. Ele se matriculou em um curso de artes na faculdade e finalmente poderia fazer o que sempre quis e se sentir bem consigo mesmo.

[chipper-smol]

Capitalism shure will make you feel guilty about wanting to work on a later schedule than 8 to 5

[tommykinard6]

See, I’ve always loved the incident with Maurice and seeing Tommy flail around is so funny. The idea of him having a perpetual fear of fowl after that is amazing but let me raise you this.

The first time Evan goes over to Tommy’s, the day after an energetic night together, he goes downstairs and looks into the backyard for the first time and sees a chicken coop, his boyfriend feeding the old and hobbling rooster inside. And this is how Evan meets Maurice, old and blind in one eye but already alive longer than the projected lifespan of roosters at nearly 9. Evan watches as Maurice rests on Tommy’s lap as his boyfriend tells the story.

Tommy has always been an animal person, but never got to keep pets as a kid. When they broke up the cockfighting ring, Tommy had gone to see the skittish rooster at the animal sanctuary. And maybe it was silly to other people but something about the rooster spoke to him. Maurice was an innocent, trapped in a bad situation and manipulated into something he wasn’t by nature. And now he was uprooted from his home and didn’t understand what was happening around him.

Tommy knew the feeling.

Maurice never quite left his mind. The day after Sal left, Tommy finally went back and adopted him.

Because Tommy might have felt ridiculous for it, but things were shifting at the 118 and he was starting to find that he was restless. He needed a change. And he thought that just maybe, he and Maurice could have better together.

So Maurice took to the lawn in Tommy’s backyard and Tommy took to the skies.

Together, they were free.

At the end of the tale, Tommy watches as Evan smoothes a finger over the top of Maurice’s head and tells him, “He’s bitten everyone I’ve ever dated. But he likes you.”

And the acceptance of an aging rooster makes something settle pleasantly in Evan’s chest and he leans forward to kiss Tommy, careful not to disturb Maurice too much.

[iamnmbr3]

i hate that this is a controversial take but i don't find 9/11 jokes funny. making fun of the victims of a terrorist attack isn't edgy or amusing nor is it some sort of incisive intellectual political commentary. it's just pathetic and cruel.

and no. there is no excuse. ever. it's not ok to do it with victims of 9/11 or of any other terrorist attack. just like it's not ok to act like that about victims of any other horrific violence - whether it's a school shooting or a serial killer's murder spree etc.

people try to justify their cruelty in various ways but it's all lies. you're not critiquing US foreign policy. you could do that any time. but no. it's crickets from you the whole rest of the year until it's time to mock a day set aside to remember innocent victims of a tragedy. and then suddenly you've got lot's to say. that is not a policy critique. it's just vile.

and then you try to act like anyone who calls you on your behavior is stopping you from engaging in legitimate political discourse when that isn't what's happening. you're just a bully who is trying to use faux activist catchphrases to shield yourself when you got called out.

murder isn't funny. terrorism isn't funny. the death of innocents isn't funny. just like it's not funny when it's a school shooting.

it's not funny when it happens to people in Istanbul or in Riyadh. and it's not funny when it happens in New York either.

[apollos-boyfriend]

I’m sorry but it is SO fucking funny that your boyfriend is like a house design/interior design person and they’re also the one with a 9/11 themed bathroom. can we get a professional’s analysis of the bathroom from them

“i will say, um, i do feel like the furniture is at least um, modest and like, tasteful. unlike that other bathroom that someone responded with which is insane and had forks in the wall for decoration. um, i think that uh, the other bathroom is . . . [paused here for more happy home designing] uh, yeah, i think i already said it was insane. i don’t know, i feel like the decoration in my bathroom is clean and modern and i don’t think you would realize it’s a 9/11 bathroom when you first step into it. it took me forever. yeah i dunno. i feel like that’s . . . sufficient. it’s a bathroom it’s not like o can critique the furniture. though there mirror rattles loudly whenever the washing machine upstairs is turned on which is a little annoying.” - direct quote from the legend himself