#never said that they could sing good but...

[lateatnewyork]

AVERAGE GIRL’S FANTASY | 001

pairing: woo do hwan x reader

warnings: suggestive, (woo do hwan is my husband back off guys)

info: woo do hwan’s first hollywood movie

fc: _jannnah on ig

yeobo: honey jagi: baby

a/n WHY DOES NO ONE WRITE FOR THIS FINE ASS MAN also excuse my google translated korean

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liked by woodohwan, theynln and 890,275 others Woo Do Hwan and YN LN said to act in their first movie together ‘Only If You Say Yes’. This movie is YN’s first movie in her acting career as she moves further from her modelling and singing career; while this is YN’s first movie ever; this is Woo Do Hwan’s debut in Hollywood. view comments

averageynlover hey so i’m actually gonna die! moviefiend INSANEST FACE CARDS EVER user98 bruh yn and woo do hwan in one movie was not on my 2025 bingo card blakelively cant wait to see yn in this! baesuzy my baby in her first movie ever sonyejin watching this the second it comes out kimhyeja 아름다운 영화 속 아름다운 배우들 (beautiful actors in a beautiful movie) aashikareddy THATS MY BEST FRIEND parkboyoung YAY IU so excited woodohwanmyman rhis is a crazy pairing

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ynismother rue… when was this 😀 baesuzy cutest girl ➥ ynln we need to meet up 😣 woodohwanismine uh why is my husband in the likes ➥ ynlover ew! ➥ user76 one that isnt your husband and two theyre in a movie together?? tyla prettiest ever ➥ ynln come over 😉 laufey missing our singing days ➥ ynln i did karaoke with you like last week???? ➥ laufey hes stealing you from me. beabodobee choosing to ignore the second picture ➥ ynln bea i think you might regret this… ➥ beabodobee what ➥ ynln he said hes never gonna give you his japchae ➥ beabodobee NO ANYTHING BUT THE JAPCHAE parkboyoung come to koreaaaaa ➥ ynln booking tickets rn seoinguk this is crazy ➥ ynln i will beat you up.

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woodohwanfangirl NOOOOOOOOOO user98 bruh yns stronger than me ➥ user43 no fr i do not think i could survive leesangyi second picture is wild kimsaeron bro bring her over ➥ woodohwan ok ok kimmeonseok tell unni to bring me her cookies 🙏 ➥ woodohwan no ❤️ ynfan i love how the entire comment section is about his girlfriend not him ➥ woodohwan fiancé * ➥ ynfan what 😀 ynln cuties liked by creator

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liked by ynln, woodohwan and 837,493 others first month of filming completed ✅ view comments

ynln i had so much fun filming this with do hwan ➥ woodohwan me too 🫶🏻 averageynlover wait theyre so cute together user73 theyre either in love or really good at acting ynanddohwan parents 😻 woodohwanismine bro they should’ve got another actress ynismother BRO IF THEY GET TOGETHER user83 get together !! ynsno1 “my parents” i yell as they drag me to the mental asylum

“yeobo” i hear from the other side of the apartment. walking towards the sound, i smile when i see do hwan, in the kitchen cooking; i hug him from behind, my cheek rests against the planes of his back.

“hey” i mumble my voice jumbled, “what are you making?”.

he turns around in my arms and rests his arms around my waist. picking me up effortlessly, he places me on the kitchen counter, a safe distance from the stove.

“you’re favourite; jajangmyeon” he whispers leaning closer into me.

“really?” my eyes light up, but my excitement is cut off by a gasp.

do hwan pulls me into him and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. “but i need a kiss for it…” he starts “or maybe a few”.

i laugh as his hands run over my thighs which are barely covered by his white shirt.

“you can have as many as you want; as long as i get my jajangmyeon”

do hwan laughs and kisses me softly, my hands trail up from his chest and wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

even though i was sitting on the countertop, do hwan still could easily look above me; to make it easier for him i tilt my head back and grab him closer, deepening the kiss.

ynln

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beabodobee yn this is crazy seoinguk is she aware this isn’t her private ynlover THE PR TEAM IS SCARED OF HER averageynlover pls rhis is so real of her ➥ user78 no cos if i had a man i would be posting him like this too ➥ ynismother but whos the guy? tyla this is so unhinged i love it laufey ur so dead 😆 clairo crazy yn part ? leeyoomi YOU GOT A CAT ➥ ynln he got it for our anniversary present 🤭 kimminseok i did not need to see these kimsaeron im so much better than him baesuzy leave him ❤️ ➥ ynln but he got me chul-chul jennie debrief call?? ➥ ynln yes please 🙏 lalisa does this mean we’re getting another album?? ➥ ynln even i don’t know man

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liked by ynln, woodohwan and 982,471 others catch you at the red carpet comments are limited

ynln

liked by wodohwan, onlyifyousayyesofficial and 982,374 others i had the best time filming this movie and i hope you guys enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed making this. view comments

seoinguk i guess it’s not terrible for your first movie ➥ ynln jump parkboyoung PLEASE WE HAVE TO ACT TOGETHER ➥ ynln YESS baesuzy can’t wait to see u at the carpet averageynlover her dress is so beautiful ➥ user78 it was vera wang soooo leeyoomi please you’re so beautiful ➥ ynln says you omg kimminseok ok i guess the movie wasn’t that bad ➥ ynln LMAO THX MIN SEOKIE kimsaeron carried the movie fr laufey does this mean we can hang out more now… ➥ ynln maybeeee tyla prettiest girl ever ➥ ynln ILYSM TY-TY woodohwan you’re a great actor i really hope we work in more projects in the future ➥ ynln yes! i would love to ➥ user21 his fiancé is stronger than me cos i wouldnt deal with this personally

“do hwan did you see this comment?” i point to the comments saying that do hwan’s fiancé wouldn’t be comfortable with being friends with me, laughing.

he laughs and joins in with me “at least they know i’m engaged, they still think you only have a boyfriend,”

“are you jealous, baby?” i say grinning.

“of course not jagi, they might not know it but i know that i’m the only person who you look good under.” do hwan’s voice turns somehow deeper.

i lay a soft kiss on his cheek and giggle at his pout. “yeobo, that was not a kiss,” he complains and pulls me into a deeper embrace and connects our lips.

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liked by baesuzy, leeyoomi and 1,749,035 others YN LN and Woo Do Hwan on the red carpet premiere of ‘Only If You Say Yes’ view comments

user76 if i was his fiancé i’d be crying ➥ ynfan no cos no one in this world compares to yn ynandwoodohwan you cannot tell me theres nothing going on between them ➥ user78 his poor wife user12 woo do hwan tho 😻 ➥ loverofyn he looks scrumptious ynlover i breathe the same air as the yn ln ➥ user65 have to remind myself every second baesuzy this movie deserves every award ever parkboyoung yn is so talented tyla i need to watch this again moviecritic01 i’ve never seen a couple with this much dynamic energy moviecritic02 yn ln is one of the most talented actors of this generation

ynln

liked by woodohwan, parkboyoung and 842,639 others saranghae wangjanim view comments

ynlover WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE parkboyoung ok this is sweet laufey bro is not consistent with her korean ➥ ynln shut yo beabodobee ok productive queen user96 WHY IS THIS FACELESS MAN SO FINE

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“baby we’ve been soft launching for two years, dont you think we should tell the world?” i say while i was lying on top of do hwan.

“do you really want to do that, yeobo? i dont want to force you” do hwan says rubbing his hand against my back.

“i want the world to know who my fiancé is,” i say grinning.

woodohwan

liked by ynln, seoinguk and 1,583,492 others happy two years, jagiya saranghae gongjunim view comments

ynismother huh 😀 user96 haha very funny 😆 ➥ user96 where’s the camera user86 so i need a moment ynln i love you baby ➥ woodohwan i love you way more jagiya euphoriafan they really said “you thought bitch” ynismine THIS ENTIRE TIME WE WERE SAD FOR HIS FIANCÉ COS HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YN ➥ ynln im very sorry 😞 🙏 parkboyoung FINALLY tyla been waiting for this seoinguk so when’s the wedding kimsaeron YES laufey does this mean i can hang out with her more ➥ woodohwan no beabodobee if i approve can i have japchae ➥ woodohwan if you leave us alone.

my head raises from do hwan’s chest “i love you so much” i say planting a kiss on his lips.

do hwan grabs my waist and twists us so he’s on top of me, his grip on my hips tightens as my legs wrap around his torso. i moan into the kiss, my arms running down his chest.

“i love you more, im so lucky” he whispers.

“i’m the lucky one; you’re every average girl’s fantasy.”

a/n im just a girl 🎀 anyway rhis is extra long because i felt bad abt going mia for like forever and lemme know if i should stick to doing only smau or smau and writing both ILY GUYSSS

[ireneaesthetic]

Pointing out little moments and details of scenes that need to be remembered.

lake scene • episode 6

before diving into it, bare with me! the lake scene wouldn't be the lake scene if it wasn't for edvin and omar fr: the uncut version of the convo wilmon has was 8 minutes long and all improvised when it was shot. edmar just got told to say what they thought wilmon wanted to say and boom! this lake scene happened. no one is doing it like them.

oh alice is the cherry on top - the 'oh alice we're growing up', the melody fits the setting and the warm colors just right. the perfect song for the perfect scene.

talking about song - wille's song was written right after this scene as lisa said: 'i could see simon walking back home that night, sitting down by his keyboard, birds singing outside, the sun already up and finally it dawning in him: it shouldn't be a revolution to love someone'. do what you want with this info!

without further ado, let's get into it :)

the little smirk after wille stumbles is cuuute. terms are not the best but it still takes something so simple to lighten the mood.

wille's carrying his blue blanket with him can only mean they went to his room to take it before heading here - and so in the time between scenes they talked and thought about the lake to forget everything, planned to bring a blanket to lie down on and enjoy the sunrise, just the two of them :')

you can see the weight of the situation suddenly hitting him.

it's so bittersweet - the lake has always been their happy place but the mood is much darker now, they're sharing what they think is the last big moment together at sunrise.

they try to keep the convo as light as possible but they know too well how much this hurts.

the single tear streaming down.

the different reactions are what get me the most: wille seems almost relaxed in letting the emotions take over compared to simon who's very controlling over it - he blinks and bites his lip trying to stop more tears from falling, he averts his eyes.

simon's not so accepting whilst wille looks resigned.

the scene makes the best out of the limited time bc nothing feels rushed at all: there's no music at first to create that alone time intimacy properly and it keeps getting better with the camera focusing on the way they look at each other shot after shot.

wilhelm breaking the silence with it takes a fool to remain sane is the sickest thing isweartogod.

such a monumental and fond throwback. it's the first memory they have of each other but it's also the first one we have of wilmon too. it brings everyone back to that very first time.

this shot is incredible. young royals will always hold a special place in my heart and i want to remember wilmon just like this.

you would never tell they saw and touched and explored each other's body more than once by the way they're both so shy to undress and wilhelm has to tear his eyes away from simon.

they're still my favorite losers <3

it's also the first time simon undresses himself without wille's help. i think the essence is - to be completely bare and show the most vulnerable version of themselves, to get rid of all the layers and weights they carry around, to let it all behind for this one last time together.

the sparkle in simon's eyes when he looks at wille is so sweet. it's more of a bitter taste that comes with this scene, but in a list of moments that are a perfect example of how much they simply enjoy each other's company, this is definitely one of those - simon says 'when it was us it was good' at the end and it is very true.

all i see here is the plain and simple version of them, they feel so much and everything about this scene is telling us that they just needed to found the right place and the right time to let it out - the nostalgia, the sorrow, the sadness, the silly energy too. it's all so pure.

'they undress, they walk down into the water naked, and they are rebirthed'. lisa once described this moment using these words and they're probably the most accurate. it reminds me of the thing i wrote earlier - taking the white clothes off feels like freeing themselves of every burden and then stepping into the water as a form of sanctification of it.

whether you see it in a religious or a non-religious way, it is a very beautiful image.

the eye contact game is going stronger than everrr.

they're too pretty to be real ugh.

the splash of water :')

this is extremely beautiful and the transition between the two is perfectly made.

it's such a loving gesture - we can't really tell which one of the two is done before but it's the fact simon does it twice that matters: he follows the instinct to do it once but it's still not enough so he feels the need to do it again.

this shot was one of the stills that came out for promo before the season's release and i remember being completely blown away by it.

i claimed it and said this scene would be one of the core ones of the show and well, i guess i was right!

the whole water sequence is a visual representation of simon getting further and further away from wilhelm. both times he turns around to look at him tho - it's not what he wants to do but he has to do it for their sake.

also! one pov is from into the water and the other one is from the shore. idk if it's casual or hides an actual meaning but it's fun to point out sooo

too many single tears were shed for my fragile heart to handle.

this pretty much sums up the way i felt at the end too.

pain is written all over simon's face but i was not prepared for wille's sobs and his shoulders uncontrollably shaking. stab me.

he just keeps watching simon slip through his fingers and he's left to wonder what's supposed to happen now?.

from wille's words - 'how can you just be over me? i thought it would be us' - we learn that he's convinced simon is already over them and he's alone in struggling to accept it and move on (oh if only he knew).

he breathes but this is more of a this is it sigh - now it's time for me to learn how to let him go.

[po3tbbygirl]

We’ve built a home

Spencer Reid x fem!reader (oneshot)

desc: In a place that never felt like home, reader’s grown tired of explaining herself—until someone finally listens.

content warnings: pre-established relationship, emotional distress, crying, cultural differences.

a/n: your girlie is OUT of her home country and you can tell 😖😖 I lowk cried a lot writing this…

Italicization = foreign/your language

She hated Virginia.

She hated how far she had to drive just to get to work, wishing she could go back to the days when her commute was a simple 15-minute bus ride.

She hated how every craving for her favorite foods came with the bitter truth that she’d have to make them herself. No restaurant around here could even come close to capturing the flavors of her culture.

She hated how much of herself she had to explain to people. Why she talked the way she did. Why she did certain things that felt so natural to her but seemed strange here. She was always defending or translating her life, just to avoid being misunderstood as weird, rude, or too nice.

Her days felt heavy, and even her dream job wasn’t enough to make up for how lonely and out of place she felt. Virginia wasn’t home. It never would be. But then Spencer came along.

He was lanky, with messy brown hair and a quiet awkwardness that made her smile despite herself. At first, he was just someone she met by chance. But over time, he became the one thing that made everything easier. Brighter. Lighter.

Of course, she still had to explain some things to him—he didn’t know her culture at first. But it was different with Spencer.

When she told him she needed lime with almost every meal, he didn’t question her. Instead, he made sure their kitchen was always stocked with it. Sometimes he’d even bring home extra, just to be safe.

When after playing chess or watching movies they’d accidentally pass the 3 a.m. mark and she just had to stay up until 4 a.m. for no real reason other than luck, he stayed up with her. No complaints. No judgment.

When Christmas came, and she explained how her family celebrated—eating pork, drinking fruit punch, praying together, singing songs, and breaking piñatas—he didn’t hesitate to join in. He did everything he could to honor her traditions, even when they were completely new to him.

And when she cried while setting up the ofrendas for her loved ones who had passed, Spencer didn’t try to fix it. He simply sat beside her, holding her hand and letting her cry, showing her she wasn’t alone.

Spencer wasn’t just good to her. He was perfect for her. He made her feel understood in a way she hadn’t thought was possible.

But there were still some things even Spencer couldn’t fix—or so she thought.

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“Ugh,” she groaned as she walked through the door, tossing her keys into the bowl by the door.

Spencer looked up from the couch, where he’d been reading a book. He frowned, setting it aside. “Hey… what’s wrong?”

She sighed, staying silent as she kicked off her shoes and leaned against the wall. Her face looked tense, like she was fighting back tears.

“I’m just tired,” she finally said, her voice strained.

Spencer straightened, concern etched across his face. “Tell me.”

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“Try me.”

She hesitated, standing frozen in the middle of the kitchen. She looked up, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“I’m tired of explaining myself,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m tired of people staring at my food at lunch. I’m tired of explaining why I talk the way I do, why I act the way I do.” She paused, her tears falling faster now. “And I’m especially tired of people thinking I’m dumb or slow just because I need a second to find the right word. They don’t realize I’m not thinking in the language they are speaking. I’m not stupid—I just need time. But no one seems to get that, and I’m so tired of it!”

Her voice cracked as she let out a sob, her body shaking with all the emotions she had kept bottled up for so long. “I can’t take it anymore. It’s driving me crazy!”

“Love…” Spencer’s voice was soft, steady.

She froze. The sound of his voice saying that one word in her language stopped her in her tracks.

He stood from the couch, walking toward her. Her tears slowed as she watched him approach, her shock keeping her in place.

“I know it’s hard,” Spencer said, his hands gently taking hers. “I know you hurt. And it kills me to see you like this. Every time you have to explain yourself to some ignorant person who will just shut you down, who doesn’t deserve to understand you, I become the saddest man alive.”

She stared at him, the warmth of his hands grounding her as her tears continued to fall.

“I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this,” he said, dropping down onto both knees in front of her. “I know we have only been dating for a little over a year and know this isn’t a proposal because you deserve so much more than me kneeling in the living room in my ugly pajamas,”

Her breath hitched as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest.

“But I promise you—no, I swear to you—that as long as you’ll have me, you’ll never have to explain yourself again. Not to me. You won’t have to feel like you need to translate your heart or your soul to me because I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep trying. All I need from you, my love, is to be you. The raw, beautiful, unfiltered version of you. And I’m ready for that. I’m ready for you.”

Her jaw dropped, and for a moment, she couldn’t move. No one had ever made this much effort for her before. No one had ever tried to understand her this deeply.

Without thinking, she knelt down in front of him, cupping his face in her hands. “I’m so sorry this isn’t a proposal, Spencer,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Because after what you just said… I don’t think I can do anything but want to marry you.”

They both laughed through their tears, and Spencer playfully shifted onto one knee. They stayed like that for a long moment, staring into each other’s eyes.

Finally, Spencer spoke, his tone serious. “I mean it, love. From now on, if you don’t ever want to speak a word of English to me again, you don’t have to. I’m ready for that part of you. You don’t have to hide it anymore.”

Her tears flowed freely again, but this time, they were tears of joy. Relief. Love. “Spencer… thank you,” she whispered. “I love you.”

He smiled, his eyes shining. “I love you.”

[darlinluxx]

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 | 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐀𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐊 ౨ৎ

pairing : saebyeok x extrovert!fem!reader

fluff

warnings : none

a/n : writing this bc i miss conan gray, chappell roan n’ maisie peters 😭

summary : you take your girlfriend to a concert

if you have any requests, feel free to message me <3

𝐓he bass vibrated through Saebyeok’s ribcage, a physical manifestation of the frenetic energy pulsing through the concert venue. not her usual scene, not by a long shot. usually, she was navigating the grimy underbelly of Seoul, blending into shadows, pickpocketing. but tonight, she was surrounded by a sea of people, bathed in the kaleidoscopic glow of the stage lights, and a small, warm hand was firmly clasped in hers.

that hand belonged to you, whose eyes were shining with pure joy. you with your infectious enthusiasm and bright spirit, had dragged Saebyeok to this concert, promising a night of cathartic release and good music.

Saebyeok had initially resisted. she was not a big fan of crowds. but you looked up at her with those big doe eyes, and she had found it impossible to refuse.

now, surrounded by the thrumming life, she found herself surprisingly…okay. your presence acted like a grounding wire, a constant reminder that this was real, that she was safe.

the person on stage was one of your favorite music artists. you were singing along with the crowd, your voice slightly off-key but full of passion. Saebyeok watched you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. you were a force of nature, vibrant and unafraid, and Saebyeok had never met anyone like you.

she squeezed your hand, a silent promise of protection, a language you both understood. you looked over, your smile widening. you leaned in, your breath warm against Saebyeok’s ear, “having fun?”

Saebyeok chuckled, a low rumble in her chest that was rarely heard. “it’s…loud,” she admitted, her voice barely audible above the music.

“that’s the point!” you exclaimed, pulling Saebyeok closer.

Saebyeok closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the rumble in her chest sync with the music, the warmth of you beside her. it wasn’t magic, but it was close enough. for the first time in a long time, she felt a flicker of something other than weariness and distrust. she felt hope.

later, as the concert ended and the crowd began to disperse, Saebyeok and you walked out into the cool night air. the city was still buzzing, but the energy was different, softer. your cheeks were flushed and your hair was slightly disheveled. you were still vibrating with excitement.

“wasn’t that amazing?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse.

Saebyeok nodded, her usually guarded expression softening. “it was,” she conceded, her voice still gruff but gentler than usual. “it was different.”

you stopped walking, turning to face Saebyeok, your eyes filled with a knowing warmth. “different good?”

Saebyeok hesitated for a moment, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar on her tongue. “yeah,” she finally said, her gaze unwavering.

you smiled, a radiant sun-like smile that made Saebyeok’s heart do a little flip. you reached up and cupped Saebyeok’s cheek, your thumb tracing the sharp line of her jaw. “i’m glad,” you murmured, your voice soft and gentle. “because i want to show you all the good things in the world. all the things you deserve.”

Saebyeok leaned into the touch, a wave of tenderness washing over her. she loved the quiet moments like these, standing in the cool night air with you, knowing that she was safe, that she was loved, and that she could finally, truly, begin to live.

as you walked hand in hand towards your tiny apartment, the music fading into the background, Saebyeok knew that this was only the beginning. there would be challenges, moments of fear and doubt, but with you by her side, she was ready to face them. she was ready to learn how to live, not just survive. and for the first time in a long time, that felt like a truly attainable dream.

[desertd]

This is the sound

This is the sound they make when they sing, or dance, or talk. This is the way they find you and come to know who you are. Have you seen their eyes before? The biggest stare imaginable. Have you seen it? Is it you? Do you sing when you think?

The world was ablaze the day he fell. Everyone heard the impact when he hit the ground -and they mourned together. A savior had been lost. I would like to write that his sacrifice changed the world, but every day without him seems lonelier than the last.

They named a national holiday in his honor. A destination for those who believed in his undying love of humanity.

Always there were talks of his stories. Always he saved the day and gave people a reason to be kind to each other.

In his name, spirituality became important again. Many wanted to hear his stories told in the name of God and were eager to give thanks that such a hero could have lived among us. At the heart of all the other madness, there was no doubt that our shared love for Superman was good and beautiful.

I was currently on the hunt for personal anecdotes of people who had met Superman. Currently I was at the library of a fairly college in the area going through their newspaper archives.

After having a librarian teach me to use the software, I had already found a list of autobiographies that contained the pattern: ‘my encounter with Superman’, and was digging in my bag for more change to pay for the prints I would need.

“Hi miss, are you doing an essay on him for school?”

“hmm?” I said, turning to look at the person who was now standing next to me and looking at my screen. He was a bit handsome, but nosy, I thought smiling.

“He was the best wasn’t he? Saved my brother from a car chase once.”

“oh wow, that’s amazing.” I said turning to look back at the screen.

“Well, if you don’t mind, what day was it?” I asked, turning to face him a little more. He smiled.

He turned around and grabbed the chair from the computer next to us.

“Yeah, of course.” He set his bag down on the floor between his feet and dragged the chair very closer to mine. Yeah, there was chemistry right away.

I turned and smiled looking at the screen to find the search bar. “What was it?” I said, ready to type.

“March 3rd 2015.” He said. I typed and hit enter and then decided to quickly move my own chair further to the right to make more space between us.

The screen flashed and the results showed two results, the first that was definitely about his brother, and the second an article that looked like a calendar of superman sightings, it was a small blurb written like a list of baseball bets, something I would definitely circle back to later.

I glanced back at the guy and he looked right at me. He smiled and I realized I knew nothing about him.

"So…I’m Alice.” I said nodding at him. He seemed to be younger than me, easily an extroverted type of person.

“Ethan, hi." He smiling and he looked back at my screen.

I clicked opened the article about his brother and we read it in silence.

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Ethan was laughing by the end of it. I smiled at him, he must have thought his uncle was still wild.

“Yeah, Uncle Toby never lived that down.” I laughed and changed the screen back to the results page. I was curious about the other clipping.

“That’s really cool your brother was safe.”

“yeah, he’s a really upstanding guy now, he’s in the military and everything.” Ethan looked down at his phone, possibly checking the time. He then looked up at me and smiled again and asked, “so what are you trying to find about him?”

“oh, well it’s for work actually.” I said, tapping my pen on the pad I had in front of me. The article I wanted to write was not meant to be a homage to Superman, but rather a snapshot of how he impacted people before he died.

“Oh, do you work on campus?” Ethan said.

"Not exactly..."

“You’re not?” He thought for a second. “Well, Alice, neither am I actually.” He sat back in his seat and gave me a little smile.

“You’re not?” I said hesitantly.

“No, and” he said standing up, "I actually do have to get going."

Grabbing his bag, he threw it over his shoulder and then reached out his hand. “Do you wanna come see something cool?”

As a wannabe reporter my senses were tingling. Since his story was actually about Superman, this might lead to something good.

“yeah, sure. As long as we get some food first.”

“Deal.” he said with a big grin. I packed up my stuff and pushed my chair back under the desk.

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Pin Up from The Death of Superman 30th Anniversary Special 1 (2022) by Lee Weeks

[littleeyesofpallas]

Are Kyoraku's game abilities actually based on real Japanese children games? I only know about the Daruma one.

Sorry i put this off so long, i kept meaning to go dig up the old anime episodes to see if the anime added or changed anything, but never did. I'm just leaning on the fan wikia to take inventory and trusting they didn't overlook anything...

Bushogoma[不精独楽]: "Lazy SpinningTop" is the type of spinning top toy you usually see in Japan, where you wind a bit of string around the top to use like a rip chord to send it spinning; as opposed to the sort you'd spin by hand or something.

(It's similar to the beigoma tops that Beyblades are based on.)

(Oh a good thing to note here is that in the japanese version of the game we generally refer to as "tag" as well as the "it" role in it is called "oni" as in a demon/ogre. So the term in all the associated "XYZ-Oni" attacks could functionally just be translated as "XYZ-Tag")

TakaOni[嶄鬼]: "(High/Steep)Mountain Tag" is a play on takaoni[高鬼]: "High(up) Tag" a variation of tag where the tagger must be at even or higher elevation than the person they're tagging. i.e. players higher up than the tagger are considered safe. The "taka" is also a homonym with taka[鷹]: "hawk/falcon" and seems to be a play on how hawks hunt by diving at their prey, meaning they have a blind spot above them.

KageOni[影鬼] "Shadow Tag" is a variation of tag where instead of tagging the person themselves, whoever is "it" has to touch their shadow to tag them out.

IroOni[艶鬼]: "colorful/lustrous oni" is actually a pun on irooni[色鬼]: "Color Tag." Unlike in the manga the rule is usually that once a color is declared, touching anything of that color is considered "safe," so each round is a matter of chasing down players until everyone is either out or safe, then declaring a new target color.

Daruma-san ga koronda[だるまさんがころんだ] got the most attention I think of the whole line up and is the Japanese name for what I think it most commonly called "Red Light, Green Light" in English.

(Pretty notably the manga Kami-sama no Iu Touri[神さまの言うとおり] aka As The Gods Will used it as the first big game in their death game series, with a literal Japanese daruma doll. It's also what Squid Game stole its first game plot from, beat for beat.)

Kageokuri[影送り]: "Shadow send(off)" i don't know that this is really a "game" but it's when you stare at your shadow on the ground for a bit then up at the sky and can see your shadow's afterimage.

BBS adds Yubikiri[指斬り]: lit."finger beheading" as in to cut off the "head" of a finger. It's what we'd call a "pinky promise" in English, the idea being that you've sworn to keep whatever promise at the cost of cutting off your pinky if you aren't faithful to it.

...as well as Kagome kagome[囲召籠目]: "encircled basket eye" a pun on[籠目籠目]: "basket eye, basket eye." Children hold hands in a circle with an oni/it in the middle, they dance around in said circle singing while the center child keeps their eyes close, and when the song ends the oni/it has to guess who is directly behind them. The tune of the song that goes with it is extremely recognizable.

Some of the old videogames had original techniques but those were largely made before any of his actual powers were revealed so they're mostly just like wind elemental attacks and don't contribute to the theme.(ugh... goddamnit now that i went and looked for it i realize there's like zero info around most of those old games and it makes me want to download emulator files for them all and look up all their move lists... i dont want to actually do all that tho...)

Honestly I'm surprised Katen and Kyokotsu didn't have any anime original abilities in the filler arc or something...

They do have a BBS card with the move Utage-no-Ikkyou[宴の一興]: "Amusement/(Brief)Entertainment of (a) Feast/Party" which isn't really a game of any sort. at least not specifically. It would refer to something like a bit of song and dance interlude at a feudal era banquet. Admittedly a clever intersection of Katen and Kyokotsu's differing types of play -children's game vs adult entertainment.

[disappearintothegrey]

Are you still taking requests? Can you write something related to angst (if you want with a happy ending) about Noah/reader? It's up to you.

<3

i sure am! i hope this lives up to your expectations! so sorry for the delay, but i am back. send in your requests!

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All I Wanted

warnings: domestic abuse, not extremely graphic but it's there, language, angst with a happy ending

You knew you fell in love the moment you looked at him. You knew he was your person the first time you talked. You knew you only wanted him the first night you fell asleep in his bed after a long day of merch packages being shipped, only to wake up with him curled up behind you, his back pressed against your chest as you held him close.

But you were never meant to be his. He would always see you as a friend, a little sister even, and it tore you up inside. Because you would do anything just to know he loved you back, but lived in silent fear because your friendship meant everything to you. Admitting how you felt meant losing him, and you refused to let that happen. 

And he would be lying if he didn’t notice how you distanced yourself from him, creating a false wall between you two that he couldn’t break down. And the guys saw it too, it was Nicholas who had brought it up one day, admitting he thought something was amiss. Folio and Jolly had agreed, and you silently did too, unable to rationalize why you decided to step away from the group. And him. 

The day you brought Devin, your new boyfriend, to one of their shows, Noah’s blood boiled. He didn’t know why seeing you in someone else’s arms made him want to explode, and why when he watched you two kiss during Just Pretend, that he felt like he was singing it to you. And you didn’t miss the heated glare in Noah’s eyes backstage when you went to hype up the boys and their performance. Your heart broke silently when Noah just left the room, heading straight for the tour bus. 

Noah wished you had followed him that night to the bus, confronted him even. But he sat on the bus alone, stuck in his own head. He found himself thinking about you and Devin, and how much he wished it was him in your arms. He also couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with Devin, as the whole night the man spent his time glaring at Noah, keeping a territorial hand on your waist at all times. It had finally hit him that he loved you, and now it was too late. You had moved on because he was too foolish to see the truth. He lost you. 

And it’s not like he was wrong. Devin wasn’t a good boyfriend by any means. Sure, in the beginning he wooed you with dates and gifts, creating a facade to sink his teeth into. But then you started to notice the red flags and the underlying issues he was hiding from you. It had started when you mentioned being friends with the band, and calling Noah your best friend. Devin was livid, creating false scenarios that you were secretly fucking Noah, that you two were secretly together behind everyone’s back. And no matter what you said, he wouldn’t budge from that mindset. 

Then he started smacking you around, leaving bruises on your wrists where he held you tightly in his grip, your face always bruised and bloodied. That’s when you started caking yourself in makeup, and only wearing long sleeve shirts. You couldn’t let Noah see the bruises, you couldn’t let him find out the truth. But it all came to a boiling point, and all you could do was scream for him. 

You had planned to break up with Devin, tired of his constant accusations of cheating and abuse. You had packed up all your things, sitting calmly in Devin’s living room as you waited for him to get home. And when he did, you swore you saw your whole life flash before your eyes. Devin laughed at you, claiming you couldn’t find anyone better than him. He slapped you hard across the face when you tried to stand up to him, the slap throwing you to the ground with a shout. 

“Don’t you ever fucking think you’ll be good enough for that jackass,” Devin spit at you, while you tried scooting away from him, the pain in your limbs becoming overbearing, “He’ll never fucking love a lowlife like you. He wants a woman with class, not you,” Devin laughed, “What a pity,” 

“You leave him out of this. I’m leaving you because you’re a piece of fucking shit,” You spat back, cowering against the wall. 

You almost didn’t see Devin surge forward to you, grabbing you by your hair to pin you against the wall, his hands wrapping around your throat. You coughed and spluttered, frantically clawing at his enclosed hands as you fought to breathe, black spots forming in your eyesight as you gasped for air. Devin squeezed until you blacked out, leaving your limp body slumped against the wall as he kicked your stomach one last time and left the house. 

When you woke up, pain was screaming from every point of your body. You crawled towards your purse, where your phone sat, grabbing it through blinding tears. You dialed the only number you knew by heart, your throat sore and hoarse. You could feel blood seeping from your scalp where Devin had grabbed you, your lip busted and face bruised. Your left eye was swollen to the point of blurred vision, the dialing on the phone feeling like it lasted forever. 

“Y/N?” Noah had spoken into the phone, only hearing your tiny gasps on the other line, “What’s going on?” He could feel panic rising in his stomach, signalling to the guys that they needed to get ready to go. 

“Noah…please…it hurts,” You whimpered out, and that was enough for Noah to see red, grabbing his car keys and speeding to your location, the guys trying to get more information as they listened to your small sobs on the speaker. 

The door burst open, and Noah visibly felt himself break as he spotted you lying on the living room floor, bloodied and battered. Your shirt was torn, exposing your chest, covered by your arm as you looked up from the floor, crying out his name. He rushed to your side, taking Nicholas’ jacket and covering you up as Jolly dialed 911. You crawled into his awaiting arms, blood soaking his shirt from your head injury. 

“How could I have let this happen?” He sobbed, choking on his words as you lost consciousness, lying limply in his arms. He studied your face, unable to control his rage as he saw the bruises and blood. That’s when he saw the finger shaped bruises along your neck, fury surging through him as he was slapped in the face with reality, “Where the fuck is he?” Noah had screamed, Nicholas taking your limp body as Noah saw nothing but red. 

“Noah, the police are looking for him, don’t do something you’ll regret,” Jolly spoke carefully, holding onto Noah’s shoulder. 

He knew Jolly was right, collapsing back onto the ground as he cried into his knees, the paramedics arriving and assessing the damage as they took you away. Nicholas drove after the ambulance, Noah sitting like a stone as he stared out the window. Folio had grabbed all of your belongings and thrown them in the trunk, officially separating you from Devin. All four boys sat with grief and fear in their bellies, the vibe of the car tense. 

When you awoke, you were in the hospital, attached to machines that constantly beeped, the room dim for your pounding migraine. You looked around the room, spotting Noah leaning against the wall in his chair, eyes closed and face tense with stress. There was blood still on his shirt, and you felt the regret blossom in your gut as you let out a weak sob, Noah’s head snapping up and eyes widely staring at you. 

“Noah…” You whimpered, reaching out for him as he raced to your side, gripping your hand tightly, “I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and Noah just shook his head, moving to sit beside you on the bed, cradling your hand to his cheek.

“No, angel. I’m sorry,” He replied, and you looked at him in confusion, spurring him on to continue, “I’m sorry I never told you how much I love you, and I’m sorry I never made you mine. I’m so sorry I let you get into this situation,” Tears were streaming down his face, his brown eyes broken as he stared at you. 

You felt the world freeze at his admission, your heart thumping in your chest as you took in his words. He loved you? He wanted you to be his? What? There’s no way, you thought, grief in your eyes. 

“You love me?” You asked, “You can’t…” You whispered.

“I love you, angel. And I am so sorry I never told you. I should’ve never let you walk away, I should’ve told you sooner–,” He’s cut off by you grabbing his shirt, pulling you into him as you kissed him, your cut lip stinging as he kissed back. 

When he pulls away, he’s smiling so wide, the tears in his eyes now happy, “I take it you feel the same way?” He jokes, and you roll your eyes, kissing him again. 

“I have loved you this whole time. You were what I always wanted, and I was too afraid to lose you and never told you,” You admit, and he lets out a laugh.

“Well, you never have to be afraid again. I’m yours, angel, and your mine,” 

And Noah never let you walk away again, he made you his forever. 

[miffy-00]

who said loser!jean I DIDDDD (+ @jeansboo)

little bit of context it’s your 4 month anniversary woop woop !

this is how you guys met btw (also 82 notes TYSMMM)

“happy 4 months baby!!” you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his back. “what are you making, hm? it smells good.”

you and jean have been together month and you’ve never felt happier. yes, jean was awkward, very awkward, but he was one of the only guys who treated you respect. you didn’t want him to be nonchalant and indifferent about his or your emotions. you loved how he noticed everything, you didn’t even need to say anything and he would ask “what’s going on in your pretty little head, huh ? i didn’t do something wrong…did i??” you loved how he was just happy doing nothing with you, happy looking into your eyes and admiring your beauty.

“morning angel” he turns off the stove, “i’m making your favourite” he turns round to face you and curls his arms round your waist. he was so tall and he would lean he head on yours. he was rubbing circles on your waist softly and slowly, just how you liked it.

“jean, stop ! it’s ticklish” you giggle when squirming in his hands. he loved how you felt in his hands. you put your hand on his neck to bring his lips close to yours. because he is SOOOO tall you still have to go on your tipetoes and you give him a gentle mwah! and you giggle when you how red his cheeks are. you loved how cute and pathetic he was anytime you showed affection towards him. he was still getting used to him being so physical with him, as you would always explain, “you’re just so cute baby, i can’t keep my hands off you !” and he would hide his face in your neck, whilst you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.

“okay, i’m going to get ready” you say whilst walking off and singing happily. jean smiling as your hips sway side to side. whilst you made yourself look good for the rest of your anniversary, jean finished making your pancakes.

fast forward jean messed up your reservation for dinner and he’s so upset and get at himself. “i’m so sorry angel, i should have made sure everything was perfect, i just..didn’t think. i’m such a fucking idiot.” and he’s running his hands through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, “are you mad at me? i don’t mind if you are, i just..please don’t be? just straight up rambling for 10 minutes straight until you’re like “jean, baby ? it’s okay i just wanted to spend time with you. i don’t mind where we are” and you intertwine your fingers with him and go on your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. and he’s just so happy you’re with him and you just look so beautiful. you’re wearing his favourite colour, the jewellery he bought you makes you look like a literal star, shimmering just for him. how did you look so beautiful all the time?

so you guys ordered food and you’re on bundled up on the couch with blankets over you both. a random movie in the back. you turn to see jean poking at his food with a forced smile on his face. you lean in closer to try catch his attention. but he seems lost in his own world. “jean, jeannnn, jeannnnnn?” you wave your hand over his face. he smiles sadly, not quite reaching his eyes.

“mhm, sorry angel i’m here now.” his voice is quiet, laced with same sadness hes been carrying since he fucked tonight up. you reach his cheek and caress it softly. someone was up with him, you knew it. he was always so warm and caring towards you and he deserved the same . “do you remember our first date?” you asked, grinning softly, hoping to alleviate your boyfriends pain. “of course i do..how could i not” his smile grows a bit, his warm brown eyes alight at the thought.

flashbackkkkk

“hi jean, is everything okay? call me when you get this okay?”

“jeannn, you good ? let me know if you’re okay”

“i think they might kick me out soon…but it’s okay i just wanna know if you’re okay alright ?”

safe to say your first date didn’t go that well… jean got the dates mixed up and didn’t realise it was today and when he saw a combination of your mixed calls and texts he realised..

”oh shit.”

he didn’t even have time to run things past connie or eren. he didn’t have time to even get in his head about you not liking him because he was definitely sure he fucked things up. even though you were doing charity even giving him a chance after how badly he fucked up. so, he got ready so quickly everything was like a blur “listen i’m really sorry, i thought..fuck…i got the days all messed up it’s my fault i’m sorry..can you just..wait?” he’s running so fast he nearly gets ran over 😭😭

he sees you in the quiet cafe. you look so sad. jean entesr the cafe, you look up as the bell chimes and it’s jean (finally). he’s rushing towards you, heaving, red in the face. “listen i’m so so so fucking sorry okay. just let make it up to you, alright?” and i mean how could you mad at him. you sigh, “well first we have to go on a proper date, don’t we?” you tilt your head to the side, chin on your palm, playful eyes. “yeah..YEAH of course.” he slides into the booth with you and he’s still shocked that you liked him and you still wanted to try something out with him.

“you should get something for yourself, they’re open till late.” jean looks up from the table. “huh? oh yeah, so, uh what do you recommend, if um anything at all? or is it all bad? well you’re drinking something so..not too bad? unless..ha..” he’s really fucking things up oh my gosh 😭 you simply just point to chocolate brownie and smile cheekily. so jean goes up and buys one.

chocolate brownie in hand he sets it into thee table. two spoons and a bunch of napkins, he’s going to make today perfect. convo is a bit slow at first, he’s talking about the weather, which is a choice ! but you can tell he wants to make you happy. agreeing and doing anything you say. he was like a bobble head with how much his head was shaking up and down. you’re down to the last bit of the brownie. “you can have it, i’m not even that hungry and you um…deserve something as sweet as you…?” he pushes to bowl towards you and he is cringing so.hard. why would he say that? he wasn’t thinking straight. you try to keep a straight face but you burst in the laughter accompanied with jeans groaning. you don’t even care that everyone is watching your booth because it feels like you’re slowly seeing jean relaxed and not trying to impress you all the time side. “jean you’re too much, thank you i will enjoy it, because i’m sooo sweet” you break out into giggles again and all jean can think is, you’re laughing, not a pity laugh or a awkward laugh a geniune laugh. after he heard it it’s all he wants to do and that’s when he realises that he needs it to be you.

after lots of giggling from you, jean both voluntarily and involuntarily making a fool out of himself. you guys are walking in the late night. the cafe had to kick the two of you out for firstly being too loud and secondly they were shutting. but that was okay, jean had really transformed this date. you saw the amount of effort he had put in and you saw how much he cared for you. so although he started things off horribly. you wanted to give him a chance. “jean?” you stop in your tracks and look up to meet his eyes. “uh..yeah?” worried he says it did something wrong. “calm down” you giggle “i just want to say that i had a good time, you’re really fun to be around” you lean in to give him a hug your head nestled in his chest, his arms keeping you close to him, holding you like he won’t let go. YOU NEED THAT BOY BAD.

back to presenttt

“what im trying to say is, fucking things up, being awkward, all that shit is just your thing, baby !” you’re stroking his hair as he lies on your chest. his slow breathing feels cold on your skin. bodies intertwined with eachother. “jean? are you even awake?” you look down to see his half lidded eyes fluttering open and close again. “yes angel.” he shifts to bring you closer to him (as if the gap between you hadn’t already been shut😭) “i just hope you don’t feel shitty about everything still?” finally he lifts his head up and shakes it “if you’re happy then i am, you put up with me even though i act like an idiot 25/8, how can i be sad?…i don’t call you angel for no reason..” after saying something so sweet and heartfelt he’s back to sleep again !

but it’s okay. although it wasn’t the traditional anniversary jean wanted for you guys he was happy. he’s been happy ever since you looked his way at the party. happy since you gave him a second chance. happy cause he can lie on your chest at all times, any times. happy because he’s the one that is making you smile.

a/n: THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IVE HAD WITH THIS. but i’m just glad i got it out !! it was keeping me sane during exam szn which doesn’t finish till next week :(( after that i will making emmy way through the drafts I AM SO EXCITED ++don’t be scared to share your opinions in it i would love to hear !!

[thedeepmiracleperfection]

like others have said it's very comforting to me to know that this fandom is over 30 years old and that for about 27 of those years (I believe the show was first announced in 2017) it was what is called a "dormant fandom".

for most of the history of good omens, the book was the one and only piece of media we were ever going to get. yes the radio show was a thing, but it was fairly recent in GO's history. We take for granted how much the show has become the fandom, so much so that for many people the show IS the definitive "good omens". Just a few years ago there was no david tennant and michael sheen, there were no longing glances and micro expressions and soundtrack and francis mcdormand voice over and body swap and certainly the idea of a sequel was so far fetched it felt like a crack idea.

and yet, there was a fandom. it may not have been particularly large or especially active, especially as years went on, but it was dedicated and it was there. there were book-based fanfictions being written and posted online as early as the 90s (some of which I think you can still find because they have been retroactively posted on ffn and ao3) and up until 2019 when the show aired. it's actually super interesting to go back and look at old works for this fandom and see the difference in what the widely accepted headcanons were and what the general fanon designs for Crowley and Aziraphale were like.and how obvious the shift was after the show came out.

anyway the point is, if the fandom could survive decades on a novel and people's imaginations, it can certainly survive on two incredibly entertaining seasons and what is hopefully an acceptable final movie. the fandom may not always be as active as it is right now. I actually consider the fandom to be less active right now than it was when the show first came out. if anyone remembers what it was like in 2019 and early 2020, that first year of the show being out was crazy. it became tumblr's most tagged ship of 2019. thousands of fanfics were written and posted that year and i believe good omens has maintained at least the top 10 spot in the AO3 ship list every year since. at least it's usually very high placing. but even in just the almost 6 years that the show has been out, I have seen many creators and many fans come and go. there are some big names that have been staples and I've been in the fandom all the way through, and there have been some who were hot for a minute and then moved on to other things. it happens in every fandom. it's natural to wax and wane as time goes on.

my point is- mah point is dolphins- no my point is that this fandom will never die. We will always be here lurking in dark graveyards with hand baskets with antichrists in them. Good omens has completely and irrevocably changed my life, and no matter how engaged I am in the fandom in the years to come, it will always have a tender place in my heart and I will always come back to it. As long as nightingales sing and the Earth isn't blown up, so too will I be here. And I know there are many others who feel the same.

Will the Good Omens fandom remain active after season 3 comes out?

Honestly, this is the only detail that doesn't really make me want s3 to come out anytime soon.

I didn't have much experiences in big fandoms before so I don't know and im quite scared the love of the fandom will run out of steam one day or another after the end of the sho.w

[apeninastory]

ivan as a tragic-love character (pt.4d?)

Part 3 here (Nowhere's analysis). I should be almost done. I think. Not sure. I'm keeping it brief this time, I have no energy to deal with Cure now.

Mind-blowing discovery related to Nowhere: Ivan can compose and write songs alright. We know Till is a genius when it comes to it, but look at Ivan being an excellent talent as well! I keep thinking about Ivan moving his fingers as if he was strumming a guitar, same way Till does when he composes, and my heart feels full.

10] Black Sorrow.

We go back where this madness of mine started. Top 1 (now slightly Top 2 for me) song from Alien Stage, and what can I say that I haven't already written in the past? I love Ivan's husky, expressive voice here, so different from the plain (equally expressive) and numb tone he uses in Nowhere, like two sides of the same coin. The talent this boy has... Infinite and vast, just like his heart - only, he doesn't quite realize that.

Black Sorrow is the song that brings him victory in Round 3. It is a song deemed good enough for his character, for the Ivan the aliens wanted and he himself built, piece by piece. By the time he steps on the stage and sings it, Ivan is who what he should be - the puppet, the valuable smile, the charming participants in the Top 3 of ALNST 50° edition.

Black Sorrow is also the song that marks and anticipates Ivan's disobedience. It once again presents us with Ivan's dream, "I can’t reach you, so I imagine alone You who shines, I stand next to you", because in the face of their impending doom, imagining something that will never be is all that's left to him. Just like falling stars, Ivan understands that Till is similarly ephemeral, that he won't be by Ivan's side forever - that Ivan himself can't stay by his side forever. That's where the black sorrow reaches its climax.

Ivan gives so much with this song - not only with the lyrics, but with the way he sings them. The way he rages against the final verses, saying "You are my Black Sorrow"? It's heart-wracking, a memento of the person he has been, a slice of what he had in his heart, what he wanted, what could have been, what he discarded and held on tight until the end but never truly managed to get out.

You know what I also love about Round 3 performance? Toward the end, Ivan extends his hand. At first he points in front of him, and he has this expression - mocking, aggravated, like he is making fun of someone or accusing him of hurting Ivan so much. First case, he is moking himself. Second case, he is accusing Till.

The he turns serious, eyes dark, half-lidded, and he opens his hand - palm up, like an invitation, like he is trying to reach something - someone.

What blew my mind is that he doesn't close his hand. Doesn't try to grab that thing, that person, doesn't try to drag it toward himself - no, he just reaches out and keeps singing until his voice curls and scratches and takes everything out of him. He only reaches out and gives all of himself and maybe, probably hopes for someone to finally turn and take his hand (again). He doesn't force it - he never had. Ivan is willing to be left behind, alone, willing to see Till love someone else, willing to die for him because he knows he can't have any of that - because he knows his palm will forever be cold and empty.

Wow. I am my own nightmare.

11] Ivan, love and shallow emotions

I said the dissonance in ivan starts with the metor shower and is mirrored in Nowhere - that it is the song where Ivan tells about himself, about the Ivan he intertwined, about the story of himself he wrote.

Ivan is a kid who built his unlucky life on survival skills, but then here comes Till, and Ivan is basically at war with himself. The numbness that helps him survives takes emotions (their comprehension) away from him, and at the same time, feelings he doesn't understand and has no rational labels for emerge, and he doesn't know what to do.

In the end (and I literally mean "the end", the time approaching his death, when he knows he'll have to compete against Till), it's about what he refined all his life (his ability to survive) and Till, who evokes Ivan's most human and chaotic side.

He calls them "shallow emotions", but my love, there is nothing more intense and deep than giving up your life willingly, as we all tend to self-preservation.

Why does he call it "shallow"? How could he not? He had a very specific definition/example for love, and he never felt like he fit in. He never felt deserving. He probably considered it, at a certain point, "can I be loved? Is this feeling I am reading about/seeing something that will ever touch me?" and the answer was most certainly "no". We know it is, Vivimeng told us in the fan meeting, but it is obvious. There is a big wall between Ivan and love, and he built it. It's not his fault that wall appeared, but he helped out in leaving it in place and fortifying it.

Conclusion? Since his love and affection toward others are strange and obsessive and lack the beautiful, shiny, rose-tinted lively intensity that he clearly sees portrayed in other people's eyes, his feelings can only be shallow in comparison.

What is ultimately devastating about Ivan is that he loved Till so much and he didn't fully realize. We know it, we can say it with stark clarity, it's written all over his face, in his eyes, in his twisted actions. He loved slowly and deeply and breathtakingly, with crying eyes and a smile, and he still thought it all to be shallow.

Don't you wanna just... bang your head against a wall?

PART 5... coming... soon...?

[eowynsowl]

A Quiet Night

Notes: Here it is, I am finally doing it- sitting down and writing my first story! This came to mind when I was feeling pretty down a bit ago. Homesick, if you will. I recently moved to Hawaii from Alabama and it has been a huge change for me for a while and after a good cry, I decided to channel my feelings into this. I hope you guys enjoy :) Any feedback is appreciated! 

Summary:  Reader is struggling with feelings of homesickness. She joined this quest eagerly, not realizing just how much she would miss her home. The stoic leader of the company offers some comfort to her. 

Warning(s): None.

The campfire crackled softly, casting warm light over the company as they sat in their usual clusters. Laughter and the murmur of low voices filled the air, but she remained apart, perched on a rock at the edge of the clearing. The stars above were bright, scattered like shards of silver in the vast darkness, but her gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, where the mountains loomed faintly against the night sky. 

She wrapped her arms around her knees, trying to find comfort in the chill of the night. Her thoughts were far from the company, far from the adventure she had agreed to join eagerly. The fire reminded her of home–of nights spent sitting near her hearth, her mother’s soft singing, and the comforting smell of warm bread. The ache in her chest felt heavier than her pack. 

“You’ve been quiet tonight.” 

The low, measured voice startled her, and she looked up to see Thorin standing a few paces away. His silhouette was dark against the firelight, his sharp features softened by the glow. He studied her with an expression that wasn’t quite unkind, but wary. 

“I did not mean to disturb you,” he added, his voice gruff but quieter now, as though he’d sensed her unease. 

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Thorin Oakenshield wasn’t exactly the type to invite small talk, and he had barely spoken to her since she joined the company. His mistrust had been clear—he had questioned Gandalf more than once about why she had been brought along. And now, here he was, watching her with those piercing eyes, like he was trying to read her soul. 

“It’s nothing,” she said, forcing a faint smile. “Just…thinking.” 

Thorin took a step closer, his arms crossed. “You’ve been ‘just thinking’ since we made camp. That doesn’t strike me as nothing.” 

She let out a soft sigh, looking back at the horizon. “I suppose I’m just homesick.” 

There. She’d said it aloud, and the words felt heavy in the air. She didn’t know what she expected—dismissal, perhaps, or one of his sharp remarks about weakness. But Thorin remained silent, his gaze steady. After a moment, he sat down on a nearby log, his movements deliberate but not unkind. 

“It is no easy thing, to leave home,” he said finally. His voice was softer now, almost reflective. “Even for a noble purpose.” 

She looked at him, surprised by the admission. Thorin rarely spoke of his feelings, and she had never expected him to offer anything resembling sympathy.

“Do you miss it?” she asked before she could stop herself. “Your home?”

Thorin’s jaw tightened, and he looked into the fire. For a long moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he nodded, his expression distant. 

“Every day,” he said quietly. “I’ve carried the memory of Erebor for so long, it feels more like a dream than a place. But I’ve never forgotten the warmth of its halls, the sound of my kin’s laughter. That longing—it does not fade.”

She swallowed hard, her own emotions threatening to rise to the surface. “How do you bear it?” 

Thorin turned his gaze to her, and for the first time, she thought she saw something other than mistrust in his eyes. Perhaps it was understanding. Or maybe a hint of respect.

“You find strength in those who travel beside you,” he said. “In their loyalty, their courage. It is not the same as home, but it is enough to keep moving forward.” 

His words settled over her like a blanket, warm and grounding. For the first time since she’d joined the company, she felt a flicker of hope—a sense that maybe, just maybe, she could belong here. Belong among them. 

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice almost a whisper. 

Thorin gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. Then he stood, the gruffness returning to his posture as he adjusted his coat. “Get some rest,” he said. “We leave early.” 

She watched him go, her heart a little lighter than before. Maybe Thorin Oakenshield wasn’t as unapproachable as he seemed. And maybe, in this strange and dangerous journey, she could find a new sense of home—not in a place, but in the people around her.

[hikarinonodera]

Lance and Keith are dating or married.

They get into an argument which ends in Keith saying something really hurtful and Lance giving Keith the silent treatment. Keith lets it go on for a while as he thinks Lance isn’t capable of keeping his mouth shut for too long. Keith even jokes about Lances silent treatment with his mom who just laughs. But it’s been a week and Keith is getting desperate to hear his lovers voice. He’s apologized more than once. Hundreds of times now at this point but Lance isn’t letting up. The look in Lance’s eyes, that Keith didn’t notice until now, he looks so sad and disappointed. Keith must’ve really hurt Lance.

What’s Keith gonna do to get Lance to talk to him again. What can he do to make it up to him. He keeps thinking back on the agreement. Thinking he shouldn’t have said this or that and jeez that was harsh and man I wouldn’t want anyone to say that to me so why would I said that to him.

Keith can’t stop thinking. Nothing but blue on his mind constantly. He’s distracted constantly with the blade, during chores, training exercising.

Hunk can’t help him this time cause Lance won’t even talk to HIM about it and Lance tells Hunk everything. Shiro gave some advice but it was useless. Pidge doesn’t care and Coran and Allura are busy.

Ultimately Keith comes up with a plan A. He doesn’t leave Lance’s side no matter where he goes at first but that just pissed Lance off.

So he goes with plan B. He traps Lance is a corner. Keith being the only thing blocking Lance from freedom. It wasn’t easy, as much as Lance plays dumb, he’s actually very intelligent. But, eventually Keith got him.

“Lance talk to me.”

…

“Lance talk to me baby.”

…

Lance just kept looking off to the side. Away from Keith.

Keith sighed and lifted Lance’s chin to face him.

“Blue. Talk to me.”

Lance looks as if he’s about to cry. Those pretty blue eyes swimming sadly like an beautiful blue ocean of diamond fish.

“I’m so sorry 연인. What I said was wrong and hurtful. I didn’t mean any of it. I promised you I’d never hurt you but I did and there’s no changing it. Unless I find a way to go back in time and slap myself but-“

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it. That’s how you see me. That’s how you think of me. Why are you even here if you think so little of me. If you hate me so much why do you- I- I don’t understand. Is this relationship a joke to you? Did someone dare you to date(marry?) me? Is this a bet? I don’t understand.”

Keith stayed silent, as much as he wanted to interrupt and hush those negative thoughts, it seemed as though Lance had been holding it in for too long and Keith wanted to hear all of it. One so he could make sure Lance got it all out and two as a punishment for hurting Lance.

“Do you like seeing me suffer? I was thinking so hard, I thought maybe we shouldn’t be together. Maybe I’m just not good enough. But I love you so much. I can’t imagine being without you. Being alone again.”

After that Lance just slid down the wall and sat at Keith feet, openly sobbing. Keith standing frozen still in front of Lance.

‘Do you like seeing me suffer?’ That hurt Keith to his soul. But, what hurt worse was hearing that Lance was thinking they should separate. Over Keith’s dead body.

Keith sat in front of Lance after processing everything. He tried to hold Lance but Lance pulled away.

“My love for you isn’t a joke, a bet nor a punishment. I hate seeing you like this. I hate not hearing you talk. I hate not hearing you sing, whistle, I hate not hearing your footsteps around the house. I hate when I’m away from you. I hate seeing you suffer. Lastly, I hate being the cause of your suffering.”

Lance’s eyes softened but his tears didn’t stop.

Keith took Lance’s hands in his. Lance let him.

“Lance you’re my everything. You’re the reason I wanna come home every day and the reason I don’t want to leave. You’re the reason I wake up early when I’m not working and go to bed late. I’m not the best with words and I need to work on my temper but that’s not an excuse to say what I said to you, and I know no matter how many times I apologize it’ll never fix it. But, I’ll apologize till I’m in my grave and beyond. Because you’re worth it. You’re worth my time and my patience. It’s me that not good enough for you. But, I’m not willing to let you go. I am willing to do better. I will do better. You don’t deserve to be talked to like that and I’ll make sure I don’t do it again.”

They’re making eye contact now. Lance’s tears have slowed and Keith pulls him onto his lap.

“Will you give me another try?”

“I just wanted you to relax but you were so focused on getting something done and month ahead of time. Why were you so angry.”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry baby.”

“Was there something on your mind?”

“I guess I just wanted to stay ahead of things. A little too far ahead now that I think of it. The migraine I had wasn’t helping my short fuse either.”

Lance hummed.

“Do you forgive me?”

The pause was killing Keith. But, he felt he deserved it. He made his baby cry.

After a short pause that felt like a million years Lance looked back up and nodded slowly.

Keith leaned in for a kiss but Lance puts a delicate hand between their lips. Keith kisses it anyway which earned him a small smile that was gone just as quick as it was there.

“Promise me you’ll never say stuff like that again. You know I’m insecure about stuff like that.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. I promise”

Lance moves his hand away and leaned in, but not all the way. Keith had to work for it.

Keith smirked a bit and connected their lips.

.

.

.

Possible makeup sex with Lance getting fucked in the corner he’s trapped in, EXTENSIVE aftercare and sleepy cuddles.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[beef-brisket]

Adam laughed as he exited the party, waving to a few of the guests. In all of his years in Heaven, he never thought he'd enjoy parties. That's not saying Heaven didn't have any, but they were very different fmto the ones in Hell. Alcohol definitely wasn't allowed. But Adam won't lie. He enjoyed being drunk, it was unlike anything he's ever experienced.

He could do without the hangover, though.

Tonight, he was able to get out of his head and stop worrying about Steve and Lucifer. And his meeting with Asmodeus tomorrow where he finds out where on Earth he'll be going. That's if he even gets there. He wasn't too sure if Ozzie's plan for putting a different "mispelled" name would work. Lucifer's an idiot, but he's not THAT stupid.

Adam sighed and wrapped his arms around himself as he walked back to Verosika's house. He could feel that anxiety prickling at his skin. That worry flooding back. After everything he did to get rid of it, it comes back like Adam didn't just spend nearly six hours getting wasted.

Adam: Fuck me...

Speaking of, he didn't even get laid. He was still getting used to this "needing sex for energy" thing, but he just doesn't feel like it.

Adam's been away from Steve for nearly a week, and he could feel the need pulsing through him. He could ignore it for now, but hopefully, he would be on earth before it becomes unbearable.

Sighing, Adam looks around, watching other hellborn do their thing. Stumbling out of bars, singing loudly with their friends as they walk down the street, lining up outside food vendors.

He hoped that one day, his life would be normal like that. A day where he'd have no worries, he wouldn't be scared to go out, afraid of who he would run into.

Groaning as his stomach grumbled, he decided a good meal should help with the anxiety. At least, he hoped.

-

Adam: WHAT?!

Ozzie sighed as he placed the paper back on his desk: I'm sorry, Adam-.

Adam: Declined?! He declined it?! He- I thought you said he's never declined an application before!

Ozzie pinched the brow of his nose. He fucking talked to Lucifer about this, he was only going to drive Adam away. And even the Sin could tell he was struggling down here.

Ozzie: He doesn't. He hasn't... stupid bastard... he's an idiot, babe. Look. You don't want to be here, I understand-.

Adam covered his face with his hands: It's not that- I just... my manager... I was hoping to get away from him, too. And now... I'm fucking stuck here.

Ozzie: Your manager?

Adam nodded: He's been... close to finding me. I can't hide at Ver's place forever. She has her own shit to do. I'll have to go back to-.

Shaking, Adam couldn't finish his sentence before he started crying. He was terrified to go back to Steve to see him again.

Ozzie: Oh, darling.

Adam cried more when he felt himself be softly embraced and pulled into a warm hug. He just wanted this to be over. He was trapped in Heaven, and just when he was finding himself in Hell, Steve took advantage of his new freedom. And now, Charlie, Vaggie, and Nifty just HAD to tell Lucifer about him. So now, he has two crazy assholes on his ass.

Ozzie: I'm so sorry, Adam. Really. I am.

Adam: I-It's o-ok-okay-.

Ozzie: No, it's not. You're the first man. The commander of the exorcists. Nothing should scare you. But you're petrified. You're in my ring, Adam. You're one of my people now, and you know what? I like you. Really. You're an interesting person, and the Lust Ring could really benefit from having you here.

Adam slowly looked up at Ozzie: R-Really?

Ozzie smiled: Really. I want to help you, Adam. There's five other rings in Hell. All of them filled with the horniest fuckers ever born. I'll help you set yourself up somewhere else. Or, if you like Lust, I'll employ you.

Adam: Employ me? What does that mean?

Ozzie: You can still do your shows, or you could sing at my bars. And get all of the sex your heart desires. And be paid, of course~.

Adam: A... bar singer...?

Ozzie: I know it may seem like a downgrade, but their all very fancy. Trust me. I only ask one thing in return.

Adam: What's that?

Ozzie smiled: Of you're comfortable, I'd love for you to model some sex toys for me. All for advertisement, of course. You're a very attractive man, Adam. And you need to be seen. But of course, all of this is only with your consent, even if you say no, I'd love for you to sing and perform at my establishments.

Adam thought about for a moment: ...Okay. I'll do it.

He smiled up at Ozzie, who smiled back: I'll write your contract up then. I'll have my receptionist bring you in when it's ready.

Leaving the room, Adam felt a wash was relief. He was finally doing something that he was actually excited about. He's never performed in front of a small crowd before, but he was willing to do anything to make a name for himself, his way.

That didn't mean he didn't want to kill Lucifer for declining his application, but he was ready for this next step. He didn't need Steve, and he sure as hell didn't need Lucifer.

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

[thislovintime]

Tork & Farwell in Greenwich Village, early 1960s.

“[Peter] was a funny kind of a guy. He ran around in an old sweat shirt with ‘TORK’ lettered on the back of it and always carried his five-string banjo á la Pete Seeger. He also had what was considered ‘lots of hair’ in those days. […] Peter had a way about him. I mean, he could soften up the toughest audience. If people didn’t like his serious songs, he would play his funny ones. If they didn’t like his funny ones, he would play romantic ones. If they didn’t like his romantic songs, he would sing his ‘provocative’ ones. Usually, the audience was pretty warmed up by then — but just in case it wasn’t, Peter would throw in a spate of funny gags, followed by a series of the most comic faces one could ever see. […] In spite of all his clowning, Peter was a rather serious chap. […] Peter was a loud, powerful singer (I used to call him a romp’em, stomp’em type of singer), while I was a soft ballad singer. He had enormous stage presence and I had very little. He played the banjo, I played the guitar. […] He was restless and intense, while I was calm. He loved to be with a lot of people all of the time, whereas I liked to be completely alone some of the time. And last, but not least, Peter Tork had quite a way with the girls, while I was the shy one. […] [W]e became the unfamous, unknown duo — Tork & Farwell. Where did we work? Where didn’t we work would be more like it. We worked at the Why Not?, The Basement, The Cyclops, The Third Side, The Four Winds, The Samurai, The Dragon’s Den, The Raven, The Id — and all the time we kept adding to our repertoire. […] At that time, most people who hung around the Village were pretty phony. Peter never was. He talked hip, but basically he was a real person with a lot to offer, and he never changed. He was true to his music and he was not going to stay in the Village like a lot of the guys had. One night, when we were working at The Basement, Carol Hunter, a girl I knew, was there. She was an excellent guitarist and a groovy soloist, and kind of a wild, groovy girl. We both liked her as a friend and respected her as an artist. Peter had already sung with her once or twice. ‘Hey,’ he said to me after we did couple of numbers, ‘let’s let Carol sing with us tonight.’ ‘Good idea,’ I agreed. She knew all of our tunes, so we just got up there and wailed them out together. We felt so good about Carol that we asked her to join the group, and we rechristened ourselves Tork & Farwell Plus One. During the time that we worked as a trio, we were still passing the basket, and people wouldn’t donate any more money to Tork & Farwell Plus One than they would to just plain Tork or Farwell alone. So there we were, three people getting the ‘wages’ of one performer. Needless to say, it wasn’t enough to live off of, as none of us had any other income. I was the first one to suggest that we break up. Peter was all against it, but there really wasn’t much he could do. […] He is a great guy and he was like a brother to me. I will never forget him — intense, friendly, frank, very funny and clever with an intelligence that goes beyond book learning, and an understanding that goes beyond the surface. And as for the girls — it’s a cinch that Peter still has a way with them. He’s just doing the same thing he used to do — standing up there, making faces, grinning, jumping up and down, singing and laughing and running all about — only now he is doing it for 20 million people all over America, instead of just for a handful of tourists in Greenwich Village.” - Bruce Farwell, 16’s The Monkees: Here We Are (1967)

Requested: more about Farwell and Hunter. Did some digging and found this:

Carol Hunter — went to Julliard; worked as a session musician with Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Richie Havens, Janis Ian and more; recorded a solo album in 1973 (The Next Voice You Hear); passed away in 2018. In an interview for the website Neil Diamond Homepage (2001), Hunter noted, “From the time I was a teenager playing the little clubs in Greenwich Village in New York, I wanted to be part of a musical ensemble rather than a solo artist, and I suppose I was something of a bargain to the artists I worked with, since they got something of a two-for-one with me; guitar player plus background singer. Sometimes it was a little awkward being the only girl in the group, and sometimes the locals mistook this overly dressed-up girl with a lot of makeup hanging around backstage for something other than one of the musicians, which was occasionally hilarious.”

Bruce Farwell — Farwell mentioned in the …Here We Are! article that he “still talk[s] to Peter on the phone and see[s] him when he flies into New York.”

In 2011, Berkshire Fine Arts shared a review for an album (Heart, Heart & Soul): “A s a student at Brown, Bruce Farwell fled campus on the weekends during the early, early, ‘60s to come up to Boston and work the coffeehouse circuit. His nimble fingers and picking style earned him many fans. Dropping out of school he abandoned Boston for Greenwich Village, teamed up for awhile with Peter Tork, sometimes with Carol Hunter, and eventually became a member of The Bitter End Singers. After a hitch with the armed forces, a return to college and decades of work as a psychologist he met and married Renata Decher, with whom he now performs as Gemini.”

[hanxiaofeifei]

Everyone being concerned about their future in formula 1.

Me leaning back and chilling:

If anything goes to hell, Yuki and Pierre can just open up a restaurant and karaoke bar together. They have been preparing all season long.

[doll-elvis]

Elvis and Sammy Davis Jr.'s friendship

“I have a respect for Elvis and my friendship. The only thing I want to know is, 'Was he my friend?', 'Did I enjoy him as a performer?', 'Did he give the world of entertainment something?' - and the answer is YES on all accounts. The other jazz just don't matter” - Sammy Davis Jr.

“Of all those guys out there, and certainly of the entertainers who claimed to be one of Elvis’s close buddies, only Sammy Davis, Jr., was really a friend. He never wanted anything except to have a good time” - Marty Lacker

“Sammy Davis Jr. was a wonderful audience for Elvis, always jumping up and down in his chair, applauding wildly and shouting encouragement. They were great friends. During a 1970 show in Las Vegas, Elvis took off the fifty-two-carat black star sapphire he wore on his middle finger and slipped it onto Sammy’s finger” - Joe Esposito

Sammy Davis Jr. performing at the 1978 Academy Awards where Elvis was featured in memoriam