#the only thing i can think to compare it to

[janecafe]

18+ PICK A CARD: what are the kinks or fetishes that excites them 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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❛ 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ❜

fetishes and/or kinks: BDSM (bondage). unprotected sex. dirty talk. praise kink. light choking. spanking. pet names (baby, sweet doll). profanity whispers. light teasing. soft-dom. nipple plays. slow to rough sex. breeding. dacryphilia (?).

this person is a sub-dom fanatic. they will kiss you when it hurts, this is a type of intimacy that can colour each other's physical needs and voices. when a simple "hello" turns into gasp and moans escaped your lips, early in the morning. this is what being understood feels like--- they would worship your body as if you were a saint. if they want to have you at two a.m in the morning, they'll do it, nothing can stop this person's needs. they want to see their partner in tears, they love making you cry and beg. this is a physical connection you would crave only and would ONLY want in this lifetime, you will let this person touch and kiss you. i don't casually percieves this individual as horny but when they're in-heat, it's better to be prepared because they won't stop until they are satisfied. a perfect dim light and plum perfume smell is an ideal ambiance for them when having physically interaction. fucking is not their typical want but they want to take things slow and heat-scorching kisses. and one thing that they desire for ownership with their partner is that leaving hickeys and nail scratches. inexperienced people is their ideal people, something that they wish can bring comfort to their partner and introduce a new ideas when coupling and the bodies entangle softly 😳

❛ 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ❜

fetishes and/or kinks: dry humping. sextexting. fingering. eating each other's privates. videotape. possessive and obsessive. semi-public sex. roleplay. tools and toys. voyeurism. oral. group sex. creampie.

*whoo* this person is burning hotter than the first pile. there's a fire inside of them. i think they are someone who is quietly dangerous and dark, like those kinds of novel characters; dark, tall and mysterious. this is the sexiest person you can ever meet. i just can't--god! this is someone which you can see at the club dancing spicy where you fall in love easily and wanted them to be in your bed even in one night stand. this person is meaty for sure. in bed, they can be ruthless and hard. you can't tame their waves no matter how you wanted to keep up with this person's pace. their vast and sun-scorching in-heat needs can't compares with you. although, you gonna feel belittle with this person presence in bed, i can feel there's no pressure with your side though. there's a willingness from your side that you wanna be taken over from this person. surprising their partner is one of their desires, for instance, taking you into a place where city of lights and starry skies are presents, this kind of late night romps is their deepest desire. it's like "i wanna fuck you in the car back seat." thus, this person would make sure to clean their body before and after the physical contacts.

❛ 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ❜

fetishes and/or kinks: teasing. skinship kissing. pregnancy fetishism. wet and messy. temperature play. praise kink. master slave. forced sex. tortures.

your person is a cutie-patootie. this person likes exploring and sizzling the moment. the kind and type of intercourse that can make you gasp on air to breathe and say "holy". i can sense the insecurities with your side but this person will make sure to make you feel comfortable and safe and unprejudiced with your existence and body. i don't think this person is well-experience but i can say they love the idea of having you as a lunch. or if not, while love making with you, they love it pouring foods and beverages into your body to increase their desire of libido. they don't mind, guiding your hands into their body instead they vocally help you with that. thus, tools equipment and toys can help them to start the spark inside of them. they are the typical of "look like an angel but devil in disguise" in bed. thus, this person hands are alluring and smooth--- for examples, hand job and fingering or even body massages.

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[chickadeethoughts]

reread this post and maybe this is an unpopular mclennon opinion? but i think they both didn't actually understand each other as well as they thought they did. i think both of them believed the other could read their mind and then filtered their subsequent actions as a conscious slight. like. john should know that paul is someone who keeps his feelings very closely guarded, who will always choose to keep the peace and to put on a good face when he's upset. but throughout the breakup, when paul seemingly stays as productive as ever, staying distantly polite to yoko while urging john to keep writing, keep beatling, everything's fine, time to put on a show, john takes it that paul doesn't care one way or another about their partnership dissolving, he's a perfectly capable one-man band hit machine anyway. this is seemingly confirmed by paul announcing the breakup to "sell a record," effectively ending all hope of quietly reconciling and supporting john's theory that paul was done with the beatles (john) anyway and had been on his way out once he learned he could write a #1 song without anyone's (john's) help. all he cares about is hits and money and his new perfect family and farm.

meanwhile. paul should know that john wasn't handling the pressures of the beatles well. he should know that he needed more support. but paul seems to be someone who gets stuck in his ways of thinking about people (see also: george), and doesn't seem to have ever shaken the image of john as the older, cooler teddy boy on the bus who he'd do anything to impress. he thinks the world of john and spends the 60s thinking they're in a friendly competition, not realizing john has started falling into the paranoia that he's losing. you can see it in get back. paul is waiting for john to write his next great song, to set a new bar for paul to push himself to reach. paul got john by impressing him with his music and when he's losing john he doubles down on it because he thinks that's the only valuable thing he has to offer. he might have offered the support john needed instead if he knew what that was, but he didn't. but mid-60s john, who still thinks paul understands him, thinks paul knows he needs him but chooses to spend his time flitting around swinging london instead, which deeply hurts him. john clings to yoko because she's a breath of fresh air from the constant race he's been running for a decade. a creative partner he doesn't have to chase down. someone who needs him as much as he needs her. a woman he can marry, can have a real commitment to. he can be everything to the person who is everything to him. but paul sees this as john finally outgrowing him and finding someone better.

paul also should know that john often speaks first and decides whether he believes what he said later. but it seems he only ever takes john at his word. when john leaves the beatles that's it, no negotiation, because if paul has lost john to someone more interesting, more artistic, then that's that. when john starts to talk publicly about paul's muzak and granny shit that must be true too, it's why john left after all. and granted john just wont stop shit talking him and it's not like he just fell on a keyboard and how do you sleep came out. but this is how you get a paul who starts to see himself as a villain and questions whether john did love him. he doesn't think too many people was that nasty compared to what john was saying about him in interviews because he doesn't realize that one of john's biggest fears is that he's incapable of being a great songwriter without paul. so to john, the lucky break line is paul admitting he agrees with that assessment and twisting the knife. but paul wouldn't see it that way because he's only ever had john on a pedestal.

so by the 70s, on their worst days, john thinks paul is cold marble statue who knows he's better than him and delights in it and paul thinks john is entirely out of love or use for him, if he ever had it in the first place. and of course, they could never talk about any of this openly because neither of them were willing to face the pain of confirming that their love really was one-sided.

[timmydraker]

I made myself sad thinking about Tim being alone at his home when growing up and only having someone to talk to when he went to school and so I decided to make him a cat but because it’s Tim it’s not going to be that simple:

Instead:

Imagine Tim who accidently gets a witches familiar.

It starts when he’s six and his parents flight was delayed so he decides to use the extra time to go find some wild flowers in the backyard forest to bring them. He doesn’t know the space very well but he knows enough to make sure he can always see the manner he lives in and keeps a torch and a few snacks with him just in case.

When he first sees the shadow like figure in the corner of his eye the little boy freaks out but manages to calm down enough to take the dozen flowers he had and start heading back. He feels something watching him all the way home and that night when he looks out his window Dow he swears he see more movement.

He swears to leave it be because lords knows he’s too young to be dealing with ghost and monsters.

But there’s one problem that will never change in regards to Tim Drake: he’s too curious.

Once his parents leave again Tim is back on the border of the forest and calls out a cautious ‘hello?’ Into the small kingdom of trees.

Nothing happens and so the next time he brings an offering in the form of a pile of nuts, a pair of his mums earrings she had thrown in the bin because they were apparently unsightly after the turn of the century, as well as a marshmallow from his very secret and special stash.

The next day he found a four holed button the colour of one of the Aster flowers he had given his parents when he first felt the presence.

He made it into a bracelet and wore it proudly for the next few days before his dad made him take it off before a gala.

Luckily the thing in the forest didn’t seem to take offence and instead he found the charm he had left on his desk safely hanging from his window sill without his input.

Tim brought several gifts for his new mysterious friend, mainly marshmallows and bits of his mums jewlery she was didn’t wear anymore.

Whenever he left nuts or any other kind of food it was never moved, even other sweets and treats stayed where he left them.

It’s a year after this little tradition starts that Tim actually sees the presence that he had been calling ‘Curious’.

It’s from a distance as he’s going through photos of Batman on his window sill, legs tucked up and back pressed against the wooden frame that brackets the window. He looks up periodically to the small pile of marshmallows he’s left on a plate just where the woods start, waiting for them to suddenly vanish before he goes to bed, when he looks up and sees it.

It’s tall, as tall as the trees and cloaked in shadows and darkness, so much so it’d be impossible to miss even if the light of his room wasn’t shining out towards it.

Tim gasps silently but doesn’t look away or feel fear, because something in him just knows that this is his friend. This is Curious.

Instead he finds himself smiling, possibly beaming at the animated dark before him.

Curious doesn’t smile back or wave or anything and yet Tim can feel a relief and happiness that’s second to his own and yet feels like it’s his.

When Tim blinks the shadows have reached out to lift the marshmallows into its veil like form, long fingers that seem twice the amount of a humans curl like spider legs around the surgery sweets and then they are lost in the dark of its form.

Tim goes to sleep that night with excitement and hope in his heart, a burning curiosity in his heart as hundreds of questions and theories rattle his brain, but it’s all unimportant compared to the fact that he has a friend at home.

He has someone to, in a way, live with.

The next morning he wakes to his alarm and a heavy weight on his chest.

Tim opens his eyes to see a fluffy monstrosity of a cat, big golden eyes hidden in light brown and grey fur staring at him with so much knowing and understanding. It’s more than even Ives shows him when Tim brushes off questions about his parents.

He knows just as he did the night before that this is Curious.

His Curious.

He cautiously reached a hand to pat the fur and watches his hand disappear into the soft fur like its quicksand. When a loud purr, slightly echoing like its not quite real, rumbles through the little body Tim beams again and squeezes the feline shape as close as he can.

Curious doesn’t leave Tim’s side very often, only when Tim goes bathroom does he give him space. When Tim starts training to be Robin Curious shifts his body into Tim’s shadow so he can follow without having to deal with Batman’s security rules.

Curious follows Tim when he goes to train with Shiva, when he goes to space with his team, when he goes on his trip around the world to save Bruce, but it’s painful for the little familiar because Tim isn’t actually a witch.

Which means there is no power for Curious to draw from and so it’s unable to help at all.

It can change its form but the only physical contact it can make is with its master, it can’t fight with Tim or defend him when he needs it.

And yet Tim doesn’t mind.

While Curious feels like a failure for being unable to do anything for his master, Tim rewards it all the time. Constantly is he giving it new necklaces for its cat shape and marshmallows when they stay guard all night while he sleeps.

In the face of such powerlessness, Curious vows to find ways to help its Tim.

So, it’s a sentry of a sort. No one can sneak up on Tim Drake or Red Robin, because he will always just know that someone is there. No one ever suspects that it’s his weirdly attached cat or his own shadow alerting him with a soul like connection.

Everyone in the family knows that Tim has a cat, because one time Damian got all mopey at dinner and complained that the stray cat he found around the manner lawns wasn’t being his friend no matter what he did.

He ranted about how he brought it food and water and toys but the unnaturally fluffy cat would just stare at him before running off.

When Tim realises that he means Curious he snorts, making Damian glare at him and demand to know what he finds so funny.

Tim simply makes a ‘sst’ like sound twice and suddenly the big cat his waltzing out from under the table and into Tim’s lap.

Damian is furious but mostly embarrassed, acting like he’s upset that Tim didn’t tell him he had a cat when instead he’s upset that he befriended a cat Damian couldn’t.

Tim explains that Curious has been his cat for years and doesn’t like anyone else, so not to take it personally, and when they ask what the gender is Tim reply’s cryptically, “it doesn’t like gender.”

No one knows what to say to that as Tim leaves the room with the cat in his arms, but they all witness the cat lean over his shoulder and lick a long black tendril over his own face.

Bruce nearly sprains something with how quickly he stands up.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 with high maintenance s/o

A/N: Lost that ask in the void probably but this was requested by an anon 😭

Seungcheol: He’s high-key into it. He’ll really buy you five perfumes for one outfit because he knows how you love to have options. Carries your bag, memorizes your skincare steps, and pre-orders your faves before you even ask. The man lives to spoil you.

Jeonghan: Master manipulator meets diva energy; a match made in heaven. You want all the attention? He’ll give it, but he expects it back. He’s playful about it, teasing, “You’re so high-maintenance, how do I even keep up?” But he still loves being your only person. Lovesssss to buy you random things and loves how you take care of yourself.

Joshua: Smiles through it but definitely needs a manual at first lol. He adjusts quickly though. You want to look fancy for brunch? He’s coordinating his outfit. You’re picky about your drinks? He’ll memorize your order. If it makes you happy, he’s down, becaussseeeeeee, you’re his priority. He loves it that you know what you deserve and don't settle for anything less.

Jun: He actually finds you fascinating and loves you for iy. You take two hours to get ready, you'll find him watching you get ready. He’s supportive, maybe even starts copying you lmao. You want to look like royalty? Let me help you pick your crown; prime example of this behaviour.

Hoshi: In the beginning of the relationship, he was very confused but committed. “Wait… we’re late because your lashes weren’t symmetrical?” He’s learning on the job but he tries so hard. Gets overly proud when he finally gets your coffee right. Always enthusiastic: “You look like a queen!!” his queen.

Wonwoo: Ykw? Chill king with the drama [slaying] queen 💅🏻 Your energy overwhelms him a bit, but he secretly likes that you bring noise and color into his monotonous world. He’ll listen patiently to you rant about hair serum vs oil like it’s life-or-death. Buys you gifts with zero complaint [and he actually wants to buy you things you like].

Woozi: Internal screaming intensifies. You’re the opposite of his minimalist lifestyle, but he adapts because he cares. “Why do you need thirty throw pillows?” But he’ll fluff them anyway. He’ll get grumpy sometimes, but his love language is lowkey acts of service. Expect him to custom-make you a personalized closet system just because he can 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dokyeom: Thinks it’s adorable, will hype you up so much. “You’re so picky about everything… that’s so cute!!” He loves and so into pampering you and making you happy. Carries your shopping bags, takes outfit pics from every angle, and sings to you while you do your 10-step routine.

Mingyu: He’ll do your skincare with you. He’s got the patience for your outfits, the taste for your aesthetic, and he lives to treat you like royalty. “You want another lip gloss? Cool, let’s get six.” He’s your chauffeur, chef, stylist, and biggest fan. He's a loser for you fr, mark my words.

Minghao: Absolutely supports it—as long as it’s within lines. He doesn’t mind your preferences, but if it’s for show or insecurity, he’ll call it out. “If this makes you happy, I’ll support it. But don’t feel like you have to be perfect for anyone, not even me.” Will treat you with respect and spoil you in his refined, minimalist way.

Seungkwan: Overwhelmed, but will do it all anyway. You want to go to three stores for the right nail polish shade? “I—okay, let me grab my bag.” Complains like a sitcom husband, but deep down he loves being needed. Will absolutely turn into your glam team. “You want curls or waves today, baby??”

Vernon: Baffled, blinks a lot, He’s like, “You need four lip oils? What do they even do?” But he’s chill. He won’t always understand the need, but he’ll support you. Might even help you compare filters for selfies. “You like the third one? Cool, post it.”

Dino: You confuse the hell out of him at first, but he adapts. This man is willing to learn. You want luxury, so he’s reading reviews. You like constant attention? He’s there. High-maintenance doesn’t scare him, instead, it motivates him. If that’s what you need, he'll figure it out.

[respectthepetty]

The Lighting Department is Top Form

Even though the show didn't give Johnny the fate I think he deserved, I appreciate that Jin walked into the play at the exact moment Johnny's character was begging for his life surrounded by (Akin's) blue.

Because the theater was made up of Johnny's red and Jin's green, as if it was battle between them for Akin.

Then, in the play, Akin's character lost the fight to Johnny's character surrounded by Johnny's red.

However, in the play, Akin's character, in blue, tells Johnny's character, who is in red, that "Revenge solves nothing; it only deepens the wound" and if we hold onto our anger, we "will carry the weight of hatred forever" with the tiniest barrier between them.

And we see Akin surrounded, once again, by his blue as he tearfully looks at Jin.

And Jin sees the light. This message is to him. His hatred for Johnny is clouding his love for Akin.

So even though there are clear barriers between Johnny and Jin, he asks to sit down and chat with him.

And for such a dark bar, the lighting is actually quite bright.

Until the exact moment Jin stops bullshitting with Johnny, and subtly threatens him. Jin becomes dark.

And although he lightens up as he leaves to see Akin, he looks at Johnny with an air of darkness remaining and basically tells him he is "lucky" to be working with Akin because that is the only thing saving him. He is telling Johnny that he is not ruining Johnny's entire fucking life because that would mean Akin's play would have issues.

Then, Jin steps completely into the darkness and tells Johnny that if he does it again, he "won't let him go next time."

Jin will be the darkness for Akin, who has been sitting in his own dark hole since Jin left him in the parking garage.

So when Jin shows up at Akin's apartment, Akin is sitting in darkness ready to break it off with Jin.

But once Jin tells him that he has nothing to apologize for and has him listen to what Johnny said, Akin's world brightens.

And Akin is back in his color.

Jin is a chill Green Guy for Akin who will always brighten his world.

But he has proven several times that he is capable of much worse when pushed.

Which is why I love the angel wings. I know they are carryover from the source material, but they work even better here knowing just how dark Jin can get so it feels like Jin is only an angel for Akin because even his darkness is what Akin needs.

And he will be the constant barrier between Johnny and Akin there to remind Johnny of what he promised him at that bar — that would be the first and last time he messed with Akin.

So even though the narrative seems to have forgiven the "Ass," (Donkey), the lighting department wasn't so easy on him because the threat of Jin is clear as the darkness surrounds him.

Akin wrote to his grandmother on blue paper about how much he loves Jin. He wrote it in his color that he found the person who makes his world complete.

Because when Jin whispers in Akin's ear, there is light in his words compared to when he threatened Johnny in that bar.

And he'll always be there to take care of his drunk boyfriend.

So Jin is Akin's angel because he is more than willing to be the devil to everyone else.

Jin isn't a golden retriever.

He's a hellhound.

[loserinahotway]

Hobbies - Will Solace

Will Solace is head doctor. Easily and often shortened to only doctor. So, he thinks, knowing there’s more snide than there needs to be, who would expect him to have hobbies? Apparently, there’s a phase of dating that relies on their existence. 

Nico and Will have only been dating for two weeks. Haven’t kissed yet, have been on a solid three in-camp dates. And Will, on the forest floor with his back to some poor tree, is breathing heavy with the crushing, rock-hard weight of that stupid, too deep question that just. Keeps. Coming. Back.

He’s not stupid. He can see. He knows, logically, rationally, that it’s a standard question. A good and easy icebreaker. An important thing to know about as a partner. Yeah. Totally. Mhm. What do you do in your free time? Solid stuff. Solid. Solid. Good. Solid.

Solid enough to fill his lungs with rocks.

“Shit, what did I- what’s wrong? Will? Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I don’t- what did I do?”

In. Out. In. Out. In, in, in, in-

He wheezes, embarrassingly, and his forehead hits his knees. He can feel, lightly, that Nico’s hand is above his shoulder. Ghosting it. He’d make a joke if he wasn’t so nauseously panicked. It barely brushes him, hesitant in the anxious, heart-stopped way Will can’t afford to be. That’s a mean thing to think, he berates. You aren’t struggling more than he is. Don’t compare.

He thinks it anyway. I can’t afford that. I can’t have that.

Can’t have hobbies, either.

Will hates when he gets like this.

Nico, next to him and out of his sight, seems to have settled his own breathing. You win, Will thinks, and almost laughs. He doesn’t. “Hey, alright, do you-uhm, do you wanna do the breathing stuff you taught me?”

His hand finally drops to touch his back, and Will feels one finger trace an infinite square on his shoulder. He knows the rules. He’s said them to camper after camper. In for the first line, hold for the second, out for the third, hold for the fourth; in, hold, out, hold, in, hold, out, hold in. 

He doesn’t know how long it takes, but his breath does even out. 

And instantly, guilt. 

He shoots right up and turns to his date. Fuck, his date. A picnic in the woods at the edges of camp. What a lovely way to kill romance. With a pointless panic attack. “Fuck, fuck! I’m sorry, shit, Nico, you didn’t do-”

“Hey, hey,” Nico raises his hands, looking right into Will’s eyes. He looks panicked, like he’s not quite sure what to do. Will likes that, somehow. Not in a sadistic way. It’s calming to seem like he’s not the only one all messed up in the moment. Part of him still bites, why aren’t you fixing it. It sneers about his need to nurse everything back to health. Sometimes Will thinks he was born a contradiction. God and mortal swimming in his blood, with all sorts of emotional opposites moving after that. “We just got you breathing again. You don’t need to apologize to me, Will.”

Will just sort of keeps looking at him. He’s not sure how to respond. Not out of shock or anything, just a lack of words. Luckily enough, Nico continues. 

“I said something.” “You didn-”

“Will.” Nico furrows his brows with the name, and Will closes his mouth and cuts off the denial. He remembers, sometimes, that Nico is technically a prince. And the way he ties weights to words really does sound royal. “I’m not blaming myself, or beating myself up, or sad. I didn’t mean to do anything. I’ve got very little reason to get mad at myself. That won’t help. I’ve learned that, by now. I promise.” Lightly, he moves his hand to Wills. He slots their fingers together against the dirt. “But I care about you. A lot. So, if something I did hurt you, I want to know. I want to get at it and learn and- and be good to you. I want to be good to you, Will. Please. Let me?”

He blinks.

And blinks.

And, with tears in his eyes; “I can’t have hobbies.”

A beat. “What?”

And he just fucking bawls, after that. Crumpling impossibly smaller as Nico curses and reassures and gets closer to him, rubbing his shoulders and forearm. Gods. How fucking pathetic, he thinks. You’re supposed to be a doctor.

That line, that last line. It does do something to numb him. He quiets, after another little bit. And eventually he’s just sniffling and leaning half against the tree and half against the sweet, beautiful, surprisingly good with speeches boy he’s supposed to be on a date with. 

“‘M sorry,”

“I’m not mad, though.”

“Probably should be.”

He pauses for just a second. “I don’t think so, Will.”

Now, Will’s voice is monotone and devoid of anything in a way he’s a little sickly proud of. “I’m a freak.”

Nico raises an eyebrow. Will can’t see it, with his head on his shoulder, but he knows he does, because he knows Nico. “For what? Not filling your exceptionally limited free time with extra tasks?”

Will rolls his eyes. “That’s not what hobbies are.”

“Isn’t it?”

They both stop for just a little, sitting close and in silence. It's really quite nice. 

“Is there a reason this upsets you so much?” You know that feeling, where you’re asked a question, and your whole story just sort of unfolds backwards in your brain. You remember everything, see it all, but it’s behind things. It’s blurred and muffled by glass. That’s what happens to Will, there.

Everything Will Solace has read since he was nine has been in a medical textbook. Because godly gifts aside, he needs to know he’s getting things right. He needs to know how to treat the bleeding and coughing and crying children that are in his care. So the Star Wars novels he’d trek through as a kid are gone. Because he can’t read them without knowing that there’s something better he could be looking at. Something  more useful to get into his head. 

He is the son of the music god and a renowned country star. And he has not a drop of musical talent. Musical knowledge, sure. He can read any sheet music, he can tell you any fact about a piece by ear, he could probably even teach you to play any instrument with words. But for the fucking sake of him, he cannot  put anything that sounds good into the air. He gets stressed in low-stakes situations instead of high ones, like he was anxiously programmed backwards. His hands only shake when they’re presented with something that will distract him. Like a guitar. Like a microphone. Et cetera. There’s no instrument that will give him something he needs to have. So why play one?

When he writes, he subconsciously looks for the line he has to sign. The boxes to check. The space for notes. All he’s written in years has been hospital reports and records. Files upon files of them. How’s he supposed to write something without those little guides that have been leading him almost all his life? How would he pen a story, or characters, when all the ideas in his head are organized by urgency? 

Will hates closing his eyes, hates stopping to be with himself. Because then he sees it all. Every mistake. Every brother and sister. Every soaked-through bandage. Every failure. When he looks back into his head, those are the pictures. So what would he paint? Broken ribs? Dead family? Because those are the images he works so hard not to look at. He can’t paint, or draw, because that will bring them forwards.

His hands sewed the shrouds that burned over so many of his siblings. So many. They’ve sewn shut cuts and slices and wounds on almost everyone he lives in proximity to. How can he try sewing, when every needle he’s ever touched has been sticky with blood?

What hobby would you give to Will Solace? Because he really doesn’t see an option.

Still, He’s not really sure how to answer the question. 

“How are you gonna care about me,” He breathes, still internally settling on what he’s going to say. “If I don’t even fucking know me?”

Nico breathes something that sounds sort of like oh, and he pauses. Will sits in that silence, thick and dense, and hysterically, somehow, he’s fucking crying again. 

“Shit. Hey, no- I’m not, like, contemplating you, or being with you, or anything. You don’t need to worry about that. It’s not gonna change. I promise. ”

Will just laughs welty, still crying. Doctor. Doctor. 

The thought isn’t really working, this time. It sort of has a cooldown period. He’s all numb in that cooldown period. He’s good at switching emotions quick, isn’t he? Maybe that could be my hobby. He’s not really present enough to register whether that thought is a joke. 

“I’m just, wondering if that’s something people actually need from a partner. I guess that makes sense, when I think about it. but I never really did before now.”

“You’re the one who asked me. You knew, subconsciously, that it’s something people are supposed to have.”

“Well, maybe. But the questions i’m asking you-“ he breathes a laugh before continuing, “They’re because that’s a part of all the advice I’ve got. Ask him what he likes to eat, and do, and what his favourite colour is. That’s what everyone told me I was supposed to do. I don’t know what I’m doing, here. I’m learning. You’re learning, too. But I’m not learning how to, like, figure out your pastimes. I’m learning how to love you. I don’t need you to have a favourite colour for me to love you, Will.”

“Love me?”

His head is raised, suddenly. Eyes still teary and breathing still choppy. But he’s looking at Nico. His face goes red, but stony as ever, Nico doesn’t falter. “You’re my best friend, even if you’re my boyfriend, too. Of course I love you, Will.” 

Oh.

He’s still. Crying. And that really just makes him cry harder, dropping his head again, his lungs all full of something that won’t go through his blood. 

“Hey. Will. Hey, look at me. Look at me. You know what?”

He looks. 

“Neither do I.” Beat. Beat. Beat.

His heart feels like it’s about to burst. Like it’s full of light or tar.

“Huh?”

“I spent, just, so long. I spent so long seeking kiddie vengeance, and looking for some emotional band aid. I’ve been, like, nothing but angry, for years. I don’t do much, Will. I haven’t picked up many hobbies while feeling like that. So if you can’t be cared for, because you don’t know everything about yourself? then I’m just the same. And you tell me all the time I need to accept care. There’s nothing making you any different from me, Will. You deserve this, too. ”

And it’s light. 

Light.

It’s a stupid thing.

And he’s not fixed.

But it’s every fear in his body made just that little bit smaller, that little bit less loud.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you too.”

Nico grins. “I know.”

Will raises both of his eyebrows. “Was that a Star Wars reference?”

Nico laughs. “Gods, what have you made of me?”

Will laughs, too. “You do know me.”

His smile softens. “You know me, too. Hobbies or not.”

And they sit with that, for a bit. Will’s breathing is uneven, but not with panic. It’s a good feeling.

They sit next to each other, right until sundown, fingers entwined, and maybe. Just maybe. This is something Will  can have. Maybe, he’s not too beat down or busy for that. 

He’s one assurance closer to believing it.

[kayywaiii]

Helping Hand ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

{deaf!bakugou x fem!reader} ♪‧₊˚

summary : you manage to get bakugou to attend the UA spring festival, but not without coming to new discoveries about his hearing

word count : 3.2k

warnings : HEAVY cursing (its bakugou lol) slight angst, sunshine x grumpy lowkey (reader is sunshine) calm bakugou agenda, lowkey ooc, fell first AND harder, honestly just like a drabble bc theres like no solid resolution, fluff

authors notes ! struggled with this specific one for NO GOOD REASONN (other than the fact that I unfortunately have finals) lowkey isnt really finished but I wanted to get something out so i hope u enjoy !!

Bakugou Katsuki hated asking for help.

His life completely operated on self-preservation, opting for earlier bedtimes and training times in order to avoid those loud-mouthed extras who constantly nagged him for support. 

“Do you need help with that?”

“Is that too heavy, can I get the other side?”

“Do you want to tutor with me?”

Their morale– though he knew they meant well– only pushed him to work harder on his own, shedding away from their kind smiles and cleverly disguised words. He felt their questions weigh down on him, not keen on the sense of pity they implied. Did he seem like he needed their fuckin’ help? Bakugou Katsuki didn’t make it to the top with help. He did it on his own and there wasn't a thing he couldn’t figure out by himself. 

Except for you.

He couldn’t put his finger on you… on the way his chest throbs when you’re near. The way you give him a big smile even when he calls you names or pushes you too hard during class combat training. The way you seem to lull him into contentment with just a touch to his shoulder or hand, or perhaps it's when you share your lunch when he forgets his in the heap of chaos between classes and hero work. It’s like the bright, beaming light of sun rays making its way into his gaze and his only line of defense is his hand raised high over his face. And it’s when he catches himself thinking about you while brushing his teeth that he realizes he is well and truly fucked. He thought about the domesticality of it all, like when you’d sleep over at his and wake up cursing because you were late for your first class. When he watched in the bathroom mirror, wishing he could see you like that every morning. 

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t in denial, he understood that he was in love with you, he hadn’t doubted that. Still he both hated and loved the feeling. The searching for you in crowds or the classroom or doing your notes for you when you were sick. He loved to see your face but hated to be the one to seek it out. Did loving you make him weaker? Weren’t you just another distraction in the climb to the top? Another trivial matter that’d pass with time, if only he didn’t poke the fire?

He hadn’t known what to do, especially when it felt like his heart was about to explode when you were near. But this was nothing compared to what he deals with on a day to day. If he could handle being a hero in training, he could handle this one by himself too. 

When the Spring festival came around he couldn’t help but say yes. He’d known you’d be there and that was reason enough for him. Even though his friends endlessly teased him, trying to coerce him into something that sat too tight in the neck and gut. Instead he wore his black tee, skull print front and center on the chest, the one he liked– despite Mina’s disapproving pout. 

The festival itself was filled with streamers and balloons and crazy lights of blue, green and pink flashing in his peripheral. Food vendors lined the outside walkways of UA and sakura petals laid scattered across the brick floor. Crowds of hundreds of people littered the street shopping and gaming and listening to student performances. Night fell over the campus while he searched for you, still hot from the hoots of romantic encouragement from his friends. Loud noises of cheers and song drifted throughout as he cut through the crowds and Bakugou grunted in discomfort. How did he let you talk him into this shit?

Thud! 

There you were, in this sea of people, bumping straight into him and knocking the wind straight out of his chest. You must’ve been walking pretty quickly because the impact almost knocks you straight to the ground. Bakugou’s large, scarred hands go to your shoulders to balance you, his grip tight and he took in how pretty you looked in that dress. And fuck, did you look beautiful. More than he’d ever thought, causing him to clear his throat and look away from you, lest he say something he’d regret later. You who stared right into his eyes, hoping he’d look in yours. He was damned. How the hell did he let you talk him into this shit?

It’d been hard– and in the middle of an intense training session– but you’d managed to convince Bakugou to show up to the UA annual Spring Festival. You weren’t sure you heard him correctly at first, his head turned away from you and a quiet mumble left his lips. 

“Fine.” He’d grumbled under his breath and you’d perked up at the sound. 

Hm?” You furrowed your brows in confusion, unsure if the words you’d thought left his mouth actually left him. 

“I said I’ll go, damnit.” He spat, before he swept you off your feet with a quick kick and onto the bright blue mat below. You’d persuaded him to actually leave his dorm room for once under the pretense of a school festival, but what you really wanted to do was see the fireworks with him. The perfect explosions intertwined with colors of varying hue fascinated you, the mixture bursting against the milky black sky reminding you of your friendship. And so, you were determined to look your absolute best for the occasion, clad in a dress borrowed from Ochaco and covering an already blushing face in even more blush. But despite all this, you insisted you did not have a thing for Katsuki Bakugou. Even when Mina and Kamanari made a bet to see who’d make a move first, you firmly explained your non-feelings for the blonde. 

Yes, you liked training with him, he was a good challenge. And yes, you enjoyed hanging out with him outside of school, he was okay company. And sometimes… maybe your face heated up when he’d ruffle your hair or prod between your eyebrows. But you asserted it didn't– doesn’t– mean anything, only that you’d gone particularly hard in a spar, or that it was kind of hot that day. You absolutely, positively did not like Katsuki Bakugou.

“Watch where you’re going, bastard.” He muttered, half-heartedly. “Could’ve knocked you down.” You grinned, a breeze of light content going through your body as you watched him. His eyes spoke of amusement and his usual scowl replaced itself with a playful smile. Even someone as not-in-love-with-Katsuki-Bakugou as you could admit how pretty he looked bathed under the pink and green spring lights, his ash blonde hair a natural mural of colors.

“Knocked me down? You wish.” You tease, smoothing down your skirt. His eyes trained on you, your words only making his smile wider.

“Oh, I wish, huh? How about practice last week, you smug asshole?” He prods between your eyebrows, a short laugh coming from him. You grin at his laughter, the ability to make him do anything but sneer a foreign concept for all but a few.

“I was distracted and it will never happen again.” You retort, your hands perched on your hips in stubborn challenge.

“Sure it won’t.” He grunted. Bakugou hesitated before drawing in a breath and slipping his hands from your shoulders down to your waist, feeling the embroidered details at the midriff. “Is– this…dress new?” He stumbled through his words, feeling a rising heat in his neck and jaw.

“It’s Ochaco’s,” You reply, pulling up at the skirt and looking over it, a soft smile on your face. “Does it look okay on me?” Your voice tightens and lowers, as you pick at the skin around your nails.

“Hm?” He scowled, clearly frustrated with something. “Do I look okay in it?” You spoke a little louder, clearer– bringing yourself higher and trying to match his height.

“You look perfect.” He suddenly rushes through his words, eyes widening like he’d let his own thoughts get the better of him. “I just mean– it just seems like a spring kind of dress.” He remarked, referring to the yellow and pink flower details running along the waist and chest of the frock.

You all but snorted at his demeanor, your lips softening and sliding your fingers to touch his black band tee. “You can just compliment me, Kats. It’s not a crime.” A mocking smile crosses your face and a resolute frown on the blonde’s.

“Tch. You– look okay, alright?” He spoke, a clear red coating his nose and cheeks. You’d thought it might be a trick of the light. There was no way he was blushing, least of all because of you. But was there? Was there a possibility he’d been thinking of you just as much as you had him?

Pops of color suddenly graced the sky, exploding into bits of dust and debris. You softly gasped and turned from him to watch them for a moment, the street now relatively empty from on-lookers moving to the hill. It was perfect, the mixture of yellow and pink explosions off from afar the most beautiful thing, the most perfect symbol. It’s only when you hear a wince behind you that you whip your head back in concern, Bakugou’s hands leaving your waist and shooting up to his ears where he held them firmly. He let out a grunt of discomfort, squeezing his eyes shut. 

You only stared at him for a simple moment before grabbing his hand and leading him away from the clamor. You cut through the trickle of people snacking at vendors and winning games, onto the lawn of the school and up the brick pathway leading up to the main entrance. You cursed, messing with your keycard before finally pushing open the large wooden door.

He let you lead without complaint, focused on blocking out the noise above and keeping his eyes trained on you. 

He needed your help.

It was the first time he’d admit it, squeezing your hand in solidarity as you climbed the stairs of the UA dorm rooms. His ears rang, the now muffled fireworks a lost memory as he watched you– so determined to help him that he’d just let it happen, surrendering any dying protest deep in his chest. He desperately wanted your assistance, wanted to share your lunch when he forgot his or have you patch him up after a rough fight. He wanted you to hug him when he was tired, talk to him about your day while he cooked for the both of you. He wanted you, more than he ever thought imaginable. And he couldn’t bring himself to be angry about that, though he was curious. 

You turned to him in the hallway of your dorms, taking his other hand and bringing him a soft, sympathetic smile. If it was anyone else he’d probably yell at them for their pity, talk himself up arrogantly, throw an explosion their way. But it was you, you who never pitied him over anything. And you knew he was strong anyway, so what was it? It wasn't unbridled sympathy you felt, so why did you stick your neck out for him each time? 

“The fireworks right?” You spoke slowly, gesturing a firework popping in your hand. Bakugou nodded, giving you a tight lipped smile, or at least what he knew how to give. “Yeah,” He croaked, red eyes searching yours in desperation. “That’s it.” Your face softened into a guilty frown, your gaze avoiding his. “I’m sorry, Kats.” You grimaced, playing with your fingertips. “I wanted us to see the fireworks–”

“Don’t make this about you, bastard.” He muttered, crossing his arms. “It’s— Jesus, it’s fine, you didn’t know.”

A soft silence fell over you both, save for the muffled pops of fireworks outside the window adjacent to you. It left him in his quandary, unsure how to act alone with you. Did he touch you? Would you want that? Would that be weird? For someone who always seemed so angry and in the mood to yell, he stayed so quiet today, sullen almost. “Are you okay?” You asked, keeping your words clear as you spoke.

“I’m fine. You don’t have–to ask every five seconds.” His words cut through the air, though they were soft, almost a mutter. “I mean– I just want to make sure you’re alright. Why didn’t you tell anyone your ears have been hurting?” You murmured, resting a hand on his crossed arms. 

You watched his jaw tick with tension, dragging his eyes away from your face as another silence rested against the walls of the hallway. Against the pictures from freshman year and the lists of to-dos you knew most of your roommates never got to. “I know you don’t need or want my help but– I just can’t bring myself not to.” You explained. “So– let me help you for my sake.”

Bakugou lets out a breath of air and cards a hand through his hair, face warming in subtle red. 

His gaze finally flicks to yours again and he can’t seem to regret the decision more.

“You’re just so— so fuckin’ sweet, you know that?” He scowled, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. “So peachy, I just can’t seem to keep up anymore.” Your eyes widened, surprise and clear confusion crossed your face as you dropped your fingers from his forearm. “Peachy?” A smile graces your lips and he scoffs. “You know what I damn mean, asshole.” His sneer deepens, bringing a hand to brush a stray hair away from your face. He pauses for a moment, his soft sigh fanning against your cheeks.

“I don’t know how to reciprocate it– and I damn sure don’t want to owe you anything.” The blonde furrowed his brows, concentrated on your hair and absolutely nothing else. You blink and let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back in raw amusement. His face morphs into one of discomfort, swallowing in embarrassment. Your breath finally manages to catch itself as you wipe tears from your pink face. “You don’t owe me anything, Kats. I help you because I want to– because it just feels right. ” You’re practically hopping on the tips of your toes, the emptiness of the hallway surrounding you making you bolder and the noises of cheers and pops lowering your inhibitions. “And not just ‘cause I'm a hero in training, okay? Because I really care about you.”

You give him an earnest smile and his breath catches in his throat when he realizes he can’t hide it anymore. He can’t hide his love for you, he can’t hide how much he wants to tug you in and kiss you breathless. Show you how strong he really is when he’s sweeping you off your feet. 

“Y/N?” He mutters, slipping his hand under the nape of your neck gingerly. 

“Mhm?” You hum, looking up at him through your lashes and nodding enthusiastically.

“I’m in love with you.”

A shock runs through your heart, breath now lost from your lungs. It thumps even louder now and it seemed like you could feel the beat in the floorboards. 

“Oh.” You manage to squeak, choking through most of it and your face warming. It was just the spring heat, you told yourself.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, and fuck it’s probably all wrong, but– there it is… all out on the table and… I just want you to help me.”

A long silence comes as you figure out how to even begin to respond to that. “I– I want to help you, Kats– honest, I do… but I don’t know how… in this situation.” You swallow. He watches you, face ruddy in exasperation or affection. It feels like your heart has never beat faster and yet you felt a tug in your chest, a yearning you’ve never understood. You’d felt it when you’d hang out or spar, your mind never quite letting him leave your thoughts. And you realized, face warming: You did have a crush on Katsuki Bakugou. A sense so strong that it felt unjustified to call it something so menial as a crush.

“How about dinner?” He manages, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. A silence crosses through the room as you bring yourself to. Your face feels like it’s on fire when you’re looking at him, like a bright explosion glittering your world. He looks so nervous, yet so resolute like he was trying to hide his regret of telling you this way. Your silence seems to make him sweat, eyes widening in barely concealed panic. “It’s no, isn’t it? It’s fine– it’s no, fuck–”

“No, no– I mean…yes–! I want to go to dinner with you, Katsuki.” You rushed, playing with your nails and nodding. “I’d love to go to dinner with you.” You clarify, clearing your throat. “If… that’s okay.” 

“...Okay.” He grins to himself, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. 

“Okay.” You parrot, giving him a soft smile and brushing out your skirt.

[bengiyo]

Heesu in Class 2 Understands How to Reach a Climax

I'm so amped by Heesu in Class 2 Episode 9. We've been dealing with viewer tension for weeks on whether the show is even good, whether it betrays its source material with its changes, whether the expansions detract from the core narrative, and more. After reading the manwha to understand the criticisms, I am here to say plainly that all the extra hetero plotlines in the show were essential and absolutely paid off in this episode. We have been saying for weeks that the secrets our gay boys are holding have been hurting themselves and those they care about. This episode delved directly into not only the pain these secrets case, but also the emotional work required to process them and move forward.

Ji Yu Works So Well Because She Leads By Example

With Seung Won, his continued hesitancy with Hee Su has led to his own pouty spiral because he thinks Hee Su is going to confess to Chan Young instead. He is rightfully mad at Ji Yu when he pushes back on her insistence that he confess with the almost-insurmountable struggle to put yourself out there and admit your queerness. Ji Yu is also right when she says there's no way else but forward. Unrequited love that goes unspoken is fundamentally nonproductive and only leads to bitterness (something Something's Not Right is showing well right now).

With Ji Yu, she continues to lead by example for these boys. Rather than simply scold Seung Won with her insistence that he confess to Hee Su, she also makes the brave choice to make her Summer persona public. She puts on a brave front with Chan Young about how the next phase of her audition will be public, but she still admits that it was terrifying. I love the show giving the straight audience members a way to connect to the fear of publicity that closeted folks fear by giving Ji Yu something important that she was nervous to share publicly. The show undergirds the importance of having people in your corner with her newfound relationship with Chan Young because he's able to give her needed emotional support, which she does in turn.

The Tennis Plotline Is Meant to Parallel The Fear of Being Rejected By Your Family

Similarly to Ji Yu, Chan Young has to face something that comes with real personal stakes with his family. I've resisted counter-posting about the tennis criticism about the importance and role of sports narratives in drams, but now is the time. Many people have played sports, and Chan Young's sports plotline gives the uninitiated drama viewers a chance to compare his experience with wanting something (tennis) that his parents are actively punishing him for pursuing with Hee Su's fears of rejection with Chan Young.

The show times his public fight with Hee Su perfectly, because Chan Young has been staying with Hee Su for days, and has asked him directly about what's going on. Chan Young is literally not able to feel safe or happy living at home if he pursues his love of tennis, and he's staying with his best friend in the meantime. When Hee Su also rightfully pushes back on Chan Young that admitting his crush isn't an easy thing, Chan Young is also correct that it wasn't easy for him either but that he trusted Hee Su with it because Hee Su is important to him.

It's fundamentally about trust. Chan Young trusts Hee Su implicitly, and he's hurt that Hee Su doesn't trust him, too. When Chan Young took a big risk to continue to pursue tennis, he found safety and shelter at Hee Su's home. It's clear that Hee Su's sisters love Chan Young, because he fights with them like a bratty little brother. He loves his friend. His friend is clearly struggling with something. He's hurt and confused that Hee Su won't tell him important things when he entrusts all of his weaknesses with Hee Su.

This show also understands that drama viewers who love sports stories won't accept unreasonable outcomes. Chan Young has not been conditioning for months. There's no way he can compete at a high level in singles right now, but he showed heart and determination in his loss. He's skilled enough to perform well in doubles, and he's committed himself to another year of training. That is the appropriate resolution to his sports narrative, which is properly capped by his brother coming to support him.

Chan Young has held his own resentment about feeling secondary to his brother, and yet we learned today that the brother also gave up his love for tennis to pursue the medical career his parents wanted for him. He looked back at his little brother being brave enough to say no, and he gave his brother his full support. With only three scenes across the entire show they managed to sell an entire arc.

Hee Su's Sisters Show That Our Families Will Also Be the Ones to Help Us

This show doubles down on its commitment to showing how withholding important feelings from your loved ones hurts both parties by then turning to Hee Jeong, who reveals that she's going to go back to studying to join her ex abroad in the program she bailed. I loved her telling this important thing to her siblings in the morning and then having a morning walk with Hee Su, because she unintentionally gives him the perspective he needed to move forward.

For all the commentary we've gotten about the additional time Ji Yu and Chan Young have gotten in this show, there's been little complaining about how much time has been given to the sisters' romances. In this episode, Hee Jae is struggling with her on-and-off boyfriend through what seems to be a lack of vulnerability and sincerity in their relationship. However, Hee Jeong reminds Hee Su that regardless of her romance with her ex, he's still her best friend, and she must honor that friendship if it still means anything to her. What an excellent way to set up that forthcoming confession.

This Drama Corrected Lies in the Right Order

I've read the manwha, and I did not like the order of operations when we reached the climax. I absolutely love that Seung Won corrects the misunderstanding on his attraction to Ji Yu before he and Hee Su say the important things to each other tomorrow, and I am absolutely ecstatic that Hee Su told Chan Young that he had a crush on him.

I did NOT like the manwha having Hee Su tell Chan Young that he had a crush on Seung Won as his way of coming clean. I understand the choice because the reader knows that Chan Young already knows about Hee Su, but it is important for Hee Su to confess to Chan Young first because he needs to honor their friendship. Chan Young needs answers that Hee Su has actively refused to give. I am still floating because of that ending scene.

Most importantly, I like that Seung Won is still sitting in his tension that Hee Su would still try with Chan Young. Not only does he have to worry about his own potential rejection if Hee Su hasn't moved on, he also has to worry about how this would hurt his friend Ji Yu. However, Seung Won did the right thing in such a quick moment that it's significance is each to miss: he told Hee Su and everyone else gathered) that he doesn't like Ji Yu; he's just her only friend. When these two confess tomorrow, Hee Su won't be doing it from a place of misunderstanding who Seung Won likes.

This Has Been an Excellent Love Rhombus

I have absolutely loved watching this show. Ahn Ji Ho has put on a great performance as Lee Hee Su, and I really love that this drama team took the bones of Heesu in Class 2 and turned it into a kdrama. We can discuss into oblivion whether they should have turned a BL webtoon into a gay kdrama, but damn did they make a good gay drama out of this.

I beef constantly with BL being unwilling to face the queer truths that the rest of us live with when it comes to being honest about who we are. The original webtoon did not exist in the bubble, and I have the utmost respect for the adaptation team in not showing it into the bubble. This show said loudly and plainly TWICE today that it isn't easy for queer people to make the choice to come out, and contrasted that with their loved ones all making bold, difficult choices to put themselves out there as well.

This is probably going to be show of the year for me. I'll see you all tomorrow for the finale.

[thirstkanaphan]

You said "(this is where KQ has really dropped the ball for all the members, imo, but we can get into that discussion later)" about the solo outings.

May I humbly request that it is later now and I would very much like to know what you think about the individual forays of Ateez?? Thank you!

@storkmuffin I will happily share my mostly-coherent thoughts about this topic, although I will caveat that this is my first kpop fandom and I really don't know enough about other groups to know if what I'm saying is specific to KQ or applies to other companies.

I'm happy for others to chime in!

My opinions are scaffolded by two broad impressions of KQ as a company: first, that KQ still does not quite know what to do with the unprecedented success and demand for Ateez; second, KQ has delegated much of the promotional responsibility for Ateez to atiny/the fandom.

These impressions have been formed by nearly a year on atiny twitter, where most of the major fanbases reside. I often remind myself that the primary demographic on atiny twitter is under-25, meaning many of their complaints and concerns are based on general ignorance about how business/music industries operate...but I also have so much admiration for how the fandom has mobilized over the years to achieve great things for Ateez: their multiple music show wins, invitations to major music festivals like Mawazine (the result of endless campaigning by the Moroccan fanbase) AND, most importantly, their tireless effort to get Ateez albums distributed in the United States. While Ateez had (and still has) a distribution deal with RCA, my understanding is that they have done very little to promote Ateez and the fanbases had to campaign for their albums to be distributed through Hello82 which gave them the opportunity to debut on the BB200.

The fandom mantra has always been: Ateez only has Atiny.

For many in the fandom, this mantra also applies to how KQ has promoted the members' various solo efforts in recent years. I have mixed feelings about this sentiment, and I'll do my best to articulate them here.

When it comes to the members' solo schedules, whether it be fashion show appearances, artist collaborations, or solo music projects, KQ does the bare minimum to promote these projects to their 10.5 million instagram followers, 4.3 million twitter followers, 4.4 million youtube subscribers, and 8 million tiktok subscribers.

Let's use as an example Sagittarius by Wooyoung, which Hongjoong produced for his Ateez Present series. An original song with original choreography, and a beautifully-produced performance video available only on youtube.

The KQ promotional cycle for this song: an announcement on twitter less than a week before the premiere (often less than 48 hours); our biggest fanbase releases a clip that can be shared on twitter (KQ only posts a link) and the official Ateez account posts an IG story with a link to the video, which Wooyoung reposted to his own stories. A day or so later, they release a logbook. After a few days, it's like the song never existed...except among atiny, who created hashtags, got those hashtags trending, made fun edits, and did their best to share the song with as many people as possible, pushing Wooyoung's IG account under every viral tweet.

To compare, I looked at another recent solo release by a member of a Big4 company: Beomgyu from TXT, who released his first single Panic a couple of weeks ago. This solo had a big promotional push: weeks in advance, HYBE rolled out concept photos, teaser clips, and an official hashtag campaign. You can easily access all this content in the highlighted stories tab on TXT's official IG page, which remains up to this day.

I may be ignorant, but this really doesn't seem like an impossible strategy for KQ to replicate, given the money they've already invested in producing these solo tracks. There was practically no promotion for San or Yunho's solo projects. Mingi really seemed to be in the room when they promoted Autobahn: that release got a lot more build-up and attention, perhaps because of its collaboration with Yumin.

One major complaint among atiny is that songs like Sagittarius or Autobahn are not available on streaming, and to be clear: none of the Ateez Present or Fix Off Project songs are available on spotify or apple music. Large parts of the fandom point to KQ as failing their artists by not making their solo projects available for streaming.

I share the somewhat contrarian opinion of those who argue that these solo projects are largely artistic ventures by the members, driven by their desire to make music for themselves to share with atiny. Making them available to stream transforms these songs into another metric, diluting their artistic value by replacing it with commercial value, and we cannot guarantee that those numbers will hold up to the hype of the fandom (streaming numbers are the no.1 metric used against Ateez in fanwars).

This is perhaps a naive opinion to hold, given that KQ is a company and making money is their primary goal. A more realistic explanation is that there are complicated logistics involved in putting a song on spotify, including artist royalties, licensing fees, and copyright. It may just be easier and mores straightforward to upload something to youtube....

But that still doesn't excuse the minimal promotion expended towards these projects. Frankly, it's short-sighted of KQ not to see that the more attention paid to these solo ventures enhances the overall Ateez brand.

And as a counterpoint, Jongho's recent cover got minimal promo, even though that song is available for streaming.

There's a separate and parallel argument to be made about the members' foray into the fashion world. For their recent appearances at Paris and Milan Fashion Weeks, the official Ateez accounts merely reposted reels and stories; the fandom once again came up with strategies to get hashtags trending and put together guidelines for how to generate EMV and MIV (we achieved great results for San at D&G and Wooyoung for Courreges). To KQ's credit, we did get excellent logbooks documenting Seonghwa and Mingi's fashion week journeys.

However, poor Yunho also had a fashion week appearance: Seoul Fashion Week...but he never got any promo, not even a logbook. It's like it never happened.

There's something to be said about how the small-company mentality of KQ has enabled the members to grow their individual brands in ways that feel organic and suited to their unique personalities: Seonghwa met Isabel Marant at a party in LA and now he's the face of their international campaign; Mingi landed the Calvin Klein gig and his recent Marie Claire photoshoot due to his own networking; Hongjoong met Odetari at a song camp, and they decided to collab (Hongjoong's collaboration with Odetari, which went viral for Hongjoong's lyrics allegedly dissing Bang PD, got next to no promotion by KQ. Odetari did a lot of the heavy lifting to promote that track and made cute animated mvs on his youtube channel and tiktok. It also bears noting that Hongjoong collaborated with a Palestinian American musician, while many Big4 companies are actively being boycotted by kpop fans for their associations and investments with Zionist companies). KQ appears not to dictate what their artists can and cannot do when it comes to their solo schedules, but also seem disinclined to make extraordinary (or industry-standard) efforts to support these ventures, except in rare cases.

There's still so much we don't know about their contracts and what will change when they inevitably renew those contracts. We also know that Ateez now works with an external PR firm for their European fashion schedules, which is perhaps why we saw SO MUCH attention during their recent fashion week appearances.

Yet their solo music promotion remains a mystery to me, and I'd love to hear from anyone who has more to say about this topic!

My final thought is that KQ's reliance on the fandom to do the promotional work will inevitably backfire. Our fandom is growing but with a lot of casual fans who have only ever known Ateez as a globally successful idol group, and not the underdogs whose remarkable achievements were (and still are) underpinned by the invisible labor of their dedicated fans and fanbases. Whenever a member's solo project fails to hit 1 million views within the first week, the fandom goes into blame-mode, tearing itself apart for our lack of support to the members, especially after everything they do for us. This isn't sustainable nor healthy. KQ needs to take on a lot more of the promotional burden now, especially since they have the means to do so.

We will see how that goes with the next comeback!

Thanks for the question, and thanks for letting me ramble.

[luna-loveboop]

Ok Sky and Hyrule

I have tried forever to write up a good Sky and Hyrule post. I wanna clarify their relationship because it is kind of hard to make sense of, and I've had several ask after I mentioned my thinking that they have issues in this post. However I am tired and just want the thoughts out there, so I'm just gonna give a low-effort post with a bunch of screenshots. Read. Have fun.

Hyrule is very stubborn and Sky is very stubborn. They do not vibe. The clearest starting point of them butting heads was in divine dark reflections when Hyrule showed his ability to get ahead of himself and left Sky behind, something Sky does not take kindly too.

They fight with opposite hands, which isn't a problem when Hyrule is fighting with Wars for example, but with Sky they don't fight well together and clash.

We don't see these two clash that much bc they are both very friendly people! So I think them actively scowling at each other after they bumped elbows is pretty telling. They have beef with each other ok.

HOWEVER for the positive aspects of their irritatingly-ambiguous relationship, their main point of bonding is the master sword. Yeah. bc Hyrule can wield it and Sky falls in love /plat lol with anyone who compliments it

They also both like to joke around/prank others, so they have that in common too yay!

AnD ANothEr thING! Sky can be Very judgy about appearance, and those traits obviously carried over into lu from sksw canon. Whereas Wars showed respect towards Hyrule despite him not being a knight, we never got that from Sky. What internal thoughts does Sky have about the humble traveler?

Sky can tend to be prideful, and Hyrule absolutely could not be prideful. Rulie is still confident in who he is! Firecracker boy. Also they both can have tempers and are stubborn.

Random note: Hyrule thinks himself incapable compared to the knights, but in the discord Jojo mentioned at one point that she thought Hyrule could hold his own in a fight against Sky due to his own skill set. No. Sharing. Discord. Documents. Outside. Of. There. Casual mention only. Mhmm. So I think this is ok. I'm gonna set the discord rules as my wallpaper I check them so often. anyways.

Also please note that I am NOT hating on either of the babies, I love them very much and BOTH have flaws in their relationship with the other. The thing that's so hard about Sky and Hyrule's relationship is that they are both so very friendly it's hard to discern. They're two nice guys who wanna chill! But they do not chill or vibe with the other, most of the time Sky and Hyrule are not commonly hanging out. Yeah there ya go, Sky and Hyrule ramble. Bye!

Art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

:)

Thanks to everyone who asked for elaboration <3 Sorry for the wait.

[softlymellow]

The Order Forgot Me First - Chapter 2

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Star Wars set in clone wars before rots)

word count: 1247

story themes: Lovers to enemies to eventually lovers (slowburn)

warnings: angst, spoilers to the clone wars series

chapter summary: Anakin is left with the remnants of yourself. Confusion and anger hits him in the gut as he is left behind to decide what to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Anakin sat on the edge of the cobblestone fountain with Obi-wan besides him, his head down as he recounted the events with you. 

They both sat in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, a place Anakin had taken refuge in since your disappearance yesterday. He knew how much you adored this room and all of its beauty. The trickling of the fountains bouncing off all the walls and the roar of the waterfall couldn’t compare to you. Your hair always rested perfectly on your shoulders and your eyes were shut as you were deep in meditation. He always found you the most beautiful when you were meditating. He wanted to know what you were thinking of. What had conflicted your heart to meditate. 

“I have known Y/n long enough to know she wouldn’t do anything irrational.” Obi-wan’s voice broke his line of thought. 

Anakin shook his head, “You should’ve seen her, Obi-wan. She was frantic. She couldn’t even,” he sighed, “...She couldn’t even trust me.” Anakin's voice cracked.

Obi-wan looked ahead, “Have trust in the force, Anakin. She loves you.”

Anakin remained silent, his eyebrows furrowed. What could he have done to make you stay? Did you not love him? No. He knew you did. Then what?

Maybe it wasn't him.

It was the way the whole galaxy pulled at your sleeves. Making you fight for a world that didn't belong to you. Or was it the way he pulled you in? Did he need you too much? Love you too loudly? Was it the way he fought not just for peace, but for you? To save you from the orders a Jedi has? A life without freedom.

“It was the council that did this.” Anakin suddenly said, his fists curling at his sides. Obi-wan furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Anakin in confusion. “They scared her off. If they had just listened to her none of this would’ve happened!” 

“Anakin, thinking like that will only lead you to the Dark Side. Her trial is still ongoing, only then can we make final decisions.” Obi-wan attempted to reconcile the boy. “I admit, it was a poor execution of the council but these times are uncertain. All things will come to light”

Anakin pursed his lips attempting to make sense of his former master's words but all he wanted was you beside him. “I hope you’re right, Obi-wan.” Anakin stood up from the fountain with Obi-wan following. 

“Aren’t I always?” Obi-wan attempted to make a joke out of the poor situation. Anakin forced a laugh out, hoping it would come out sincere, but unfortunately for him, Obi-wan is easily able to read Anakin. 

Obi-wan took the chance to fully observe Anakin while he remained silent. Anakin had a troubled expression, his arms were crossed as if it was a protective barrier. He had known about their secret relationship for a while now and that the Clone Wars had began to take a toll on both of them. This was different though. It was solely based on trust, but that’s not to say Anakin and you didn’t trust each other, it was the pressures of the Council and the war that caused the skepticism. Obi-wan knows how much Anakin loves you, with you gone though… He had always struggled with abandonment. You leaving without even trying to save yourself was a blow to his heart because you didn’t just abandon the Jedi Order, but you left him too. 

“I think it’s best you go to bed, Anakin. We will figure out a way to prove her innocent.” Obi-wan said in a soft spoken voice. 

Anakin inhaled deeply, trying to rid of the lump in his throat, “Alright. May the force be with you.” 

“May the force be with you, Anakin.”

Anakin left the room with his troubles still following him. With every step he took to his chamber didn’t ease the heaviness in his heart. Anakin’s nails began to dig in his skin, his knuckles turning white. Once he entered his chamber, he would have to come to the reality that he doesn’t know where you are, if you’re safe or not. He slouched when the door opened, his quarters dark and down casted. 

He began to throw his robe off as he walked into his room, too careless to think about where it ended up, and groaned as he fell onto his bed. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair attempting to soothe him in the way you always did. 

Y/n. 

Y/n.

Y/n.

He couldn’t sleep. He thrashed in his bed and turned from side to side. He wanted you by his side like you always were. You were always there next to him when he had a nightmare that was usually about his mother. Part of him didn’t want to sleep because if he closed his eyes it would be you instead of his mother dying. He wanted you here. He regretted every action he made up till now, wishing that he had put more effort into keeping you here. 

Anakin swallowed as he threw his legs off the bed and eyed his palms. Getting up from his bed, he made the decision he would go to your chambers, at least he thought he would sleep better. Already wearing clothes, he grabbed the robe he threw on the ground and placed it around his shoulders. Walking out of his quarters as quietly as possible, he put the hoodie of the robe on his head wanting to blend in with the darkness of the Jedi halls. He didn’t even have to think about where to go, he had entered your chambers during the late of the night so often that it almost felt nostalgic. 

As he reached your door he could feel something different. A disruption in the force. His eyebrows furrowed as his fingers gently caressed the lightsaber that rested on his side, his body on high alert as he sensed something different inside your chambers. Cautiously entering, the weight on his shoulders only increased as he knew someone was in here. A small part of him hoped that it would be you but he could recognise your force signature from a mile away. 

Objects were scattered throughout the floor, clothes were thrown onto your bed and the curtains wide open to reveal the slowly appearing sunrise. He even spotted a dress he had bought you awhile ago laying on your desk. A gift for you on your birthday that he had purchased secretly with the help of Ahsoka and Padme. A Jedi had few possessions but Anakin had tried so hard for so long to give you a devotion gift, at the very least on your special day. He imagined you tear-faced and confused as you attempted to sort out your essentials to bring with you, even worse that during it you most likely thought that he didn’t care at all. But he did. He cared the most. 

A sudden creak was heard from your wardrobe. Anakin’s head whipped to the sound, his eyes widening and his heart racing. 

Gritting his teeth, he slowly made his way further in. 

Anakin knew better than to believe it was you so he pulled out his lightsaber, the blue plasma blade emitting the room with its light.

Anakin took cautious steps towards the closet, his palm hovering off the door. With a simple flick of his wrist the closet door flew open. 

Barriss Offee. 

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Taglist: @endairachristensen26 @hayden-christensen-verse @ducks118

A/n: hope u guys enjoy it!!! i'm open to any ideas or suggestions you want me to add or tweak <3 lmk what u guys think!

[whoreash]

obvious ──★ ˙🍓 ̟

satoru gojo wakes up with a smile on his face every single day. why? because you’re next to him. because he can hear your heartbeat, feel the warmth of your skin, touch your loose hair.

he was so, obviously, in love with you.

and, every morning, he adjusted to you and your needs. because as the sunrays shined through the curtains, satoru changed his position— only slightly — so that you didn’t wake up to the light. you were always groggy in the mornings, after all— preferring the calm nights to the loud, bustling days.

shame that your nights haven’t been as peaceful since satoru entered your life, but that’s a conversation for another time.

for, genuine, hours, satoru traced every detail of your face— engraving it into his mind. the shadow that draped your face, thanks to him, made you look like an angel. the beam of light around you comparing to a halo, of some sort. that’s what satoru thought, anyway.

satoru didn't look at anyone else like this. he was unable to, due to his six eyes technique. for some reason, that fact, made it so much more intimate.

his defences were down around you. he was careless and serene and tranquil. the complete opposite of his usual, hidden, character. maybe his mind was, just, fogged by you and unable to think straight. or, maybe, you were his soulmate.

he decided to believe the latter, for some reason— although not being into such things prior to you.

“i can feel you staring at me,” satoru’s smile widened at your voice, pure honey travelling through his ears.

“hm? no you can’t” teasing, taunting— a usual reply from him. which you answer with a simple sigh.

“i can’t. but i know you are,”

“wow,” a brief pause for dramatic effect, “you’re so amazing,” and, it was genuine. it was genuine adoration and love and awe that satoru felt.

because how could something so normal cause so many blurring and drowning emotions in him? he couldn’t understand. and he never will.

so, in, complete, confusion and love he pecked your nose with the brightest gleam in his eyes and you groaned in fatigue.

[goawaypopup]

Look Outside Posting Part 5: Static

If you didn't bother to go back and check the laptop regularly, you might have missed this.

You wouldn't be missing a whole lot, to be honest. There aren't many answers to be found from the news or social media. But there is something strange to be learned there.

As the weeks continue, photos posted on social media begin to appear as nothing but colorful noise. This seems to specifically happen to the photos that are posted by Witnesses, and Witnesses comment on the photos as if they were normal; everyone else is mystified.

We can rule out a few reasons this might be happening right away. If it were due to some kind of atmospheric interference coming from the Visitor, it would be happening to all data, not just images. If it were some kind of effect from trying to capture footage of the outside at all, the VHS footage and photograph of the Visitor wouldn't be useful.

Rather, I think this is censorship being applied manually on the social media site Sam is using.

With an infohazard readily visible in the sky, and a large contingent of the userbase talking about wanting to force people to look, photos of the Visitor would be a huge safety concern.

A lot of news sites are down a few days in, and I'm pretty sure social media should be no different, but it remains operational over the full 15 days. Like the electricity, and Placide's control over the building's pipes, this likely means someone is still upkeeping the servers. Someone who's already looked, and therefore isn't at risk from any unfiltered photos.

The corrupted images start to appear a few days in, and only become ubiquitous after a while, when very few people remain online who haven't somehow been turned. We don't know for sure that it's specifically and only Witnesses' images being targeted, but what we do know aligns well with that.

Most Witnesses are very visible online. They use the eye emoji to identify themselves, and post about the Witness/Coward discourse or about looking outside themselves. Manually labeling them all to apply hidden account restrictions would still be a superhuman task, but it would reduce the load massively compared to moderating images by hand.

I was pretty perplexed by Witnesses interacting with glitched photos as if they were normal. Even if most of them are kind of crazy and up to a lot of groupthink, people who are cursed are just too unpredictable for me to believe that every single one would play along and keep posting garbled pictures. I think that they CAN see them. If they're already getting flagged as Witnesses behind the scenes, it would be easy to lift the filter for them.

This is kind of an insane thing to implement at a time like this, but whoever is doing this clearly has some interesting priorities in the first place, to be working so hard just to allow people to continue to post images at all.

In a rolly chair in a dimly-lit office somewhere, or possibly entangled in the circuitry of the servers themselves, sits a passionate content moderator, steadfastly committed to the end user experience, come hell or high water.

[highfantasy-soul]

I think a very good theme to explore with Andor would be about losing allies because you have to make 'battlefield decisions' about who you can trust, who you can pull back into the fold, and who needs to be taken out.

I don't think it's a wise thing to shoot first, ask questions later like I know the knee-jerk reaction often is. Rebellions are, by nature, usually massively behind in resources (both supplies and people) compared to those they're fighting against. Killing potential allies isn't really helpful with that if you deem them 'not pure' enough in their politics or decision making.

I know it's a VERY popular thing to see someone like Tay getting antsy and have the knee-jerk reaction 'KILL HIM!' which, I'm betting, is exactly what Luthen did. But just going around killing anyone you suspect isn't on your side isn't exactly a great gameplan to unite the galaxy.

After all, imagine if the Maya Pei rebels saw Cassian dressed as an Imperial pilot, flying a tie fighter, seeking out someone who had previously shot at them when they arrived, and decided to kill Cassian on the spot.

Gotta find a new main character!

But that's exactly the call someone who didn't have the meta knowledge that Cassian was a rebel might have made. That seems to be the call Porco made when he saw the Maya Pei refugees - shoot first (because he's on a mission), ask questions later - and now he's dead and has made Cassian much harder to trust.

Why SHOULD the Maya Pei brigade trust Cassian isn't an Imp?

What's their current mission? Survive.

They have no food, no water, no way off-planet. Here's a nice ship they could use to save themselves.

But what's Cassian's mission? Fuck these rebels, get this ship to it's destination.

If they let Cassian go, they could be signing their death warrants even if he isn't the Empire. He's not going to help them in any way because 'his mission is more important'. We don't see him alerting anyone that those rebels are stranded and need help - we only see him looking out for himself, his friends, and lastly, his mission.

I hope in our 'one year later' we get so see some of the ramifications of this and maybe also see a benefit of people giving a little grace to others even in such dangerous times. Every time you give grace, you aren't going to get burned - sometimes you gain a staunch ally.

I hope Andor doesn't go the route that any act of kindness will condemn you to failure/death. It's important to show that using the tactics of the enemy isn't what we should be striving for. Kindness is the point of rebellions against fascism and it's ok to explore that working sometimes and not working others.

Being cruel and cut-throat doesn't automatically lead to the desired outcomes - sometimes it actually hurts.

[imrix]

It is exactly the defence I think it is. Like I said, the mind trick isn't mental domination, it can do about what you'd expect a skilled smooth talker to do. It cannot, in fact, control minds in the sense of overriding people's will and puppeting them around, making them do things they don't want to do.

Like, people get the heebie jeebies about 'mind control', but it's just not that big a deal. People try to mind control each other all the time in the real world! It's called persuasion, and we do it in almost every conversation. We try to mind control each other into liking us, or buying what we're selling, or going to a club we like - this reblog chain is each of us trying to mind control the other. 'Mind control' is not, in principle, a significant thing.

What makes it significant is what you do with it and how. Making a persuasive argument to a friend that they should read a book you think they'd enjoy is obviously very different to isolating someone and putting them through a prolonged campaign of cult indoctrination - it's still persuasion and manipulation, it's still the same kind of thing, but the goals, scope and means are very different, and that matters, that's the bar to judge by. So y'know, yeah 'mind control' in the sense of XCOM-style psychic domination, puppeting someone's body against their will, is indeed fantastically creepy and wrong, but it's not creepy and wrong because it's mind control, that's like getting mad at food additives because they're spooky chemicals, it's wrong because if we map the fantastical metaphor onto something real, we end up at like, invasive psychological reprogramming, cult brainwashing stuff.

But the jedi mind trick? It's basically only ever used to get bored guards to look the other way rather than have to fight them, or speak persuasively on a platform of 'I am one of the Jedi Order, storied heroes of the galaxy'. It's fairly well analogous to stuff like that "I'm gonna pay you $100 to fuck off" meme.

Whether you compare it to the torture power for electrocuting somebody for the express purpose of making them writhe in agony or not, the power to psychically smooth talk someone into looking the other way for two minutes when the alternative is everybody breaking out the blasters and laser swords is, in fact, 100% ok.

[gothicdolores]

The thing I’m anticipating that already getting a lot of focus is that drek is stated to be a young Yautja (compared to the other one who looks….deliciously massive) but that all the other context clues were given suggests he’s NOT as young as Scar and his brothers were (and yes though they looked bigger, I’m willing to bet it’s a regional thing also, and I’m def not letting go of Dek being a hybrid for reasons I’ll write about below)

Since spoilers: read more

We’re told Dek wants to make a name for himself, that he’s fighting for the RIGHT to hunt in this dangerous ass planet and possibly others, and he wants to secure HIS bloodline. For ME, that doesn’t read as if this is a Chiva, but that this is a solo venture of a blooded hunter who wants to get out of his dad’s thumb and start his own clan.

(And this is also why I think he’s a hybrid, because why WOULD his dad be opposed to this? Why is Dek fighting so hard? I see a lot of similarities to Prey)

Now, Dan can very well get rid of the concept of a Chiva, but I don’t think we’re building lore from the ground up! It’s already such an impressive prospect that he’s developed a proper language, hinting that he’s keeping a few established words, so I doubt that he’s getting rid of certain things that have already formed roots across the AvP universe.

And no, no one HAS to agree with the those of us who interpret the Chiva as graduating college with a major in kickassary as opposed to “turning 18” as others have suggested, but I stick by the fact that it’s been repeatedly stated to be the final test before properly entering society. Like it’s less your 18 now life sucks wear a helmet, and more prove you’re an adult and can participate in our society by showing you’re an educated expert.

I had someone suggest Dek was a PRETEEN in one of my prior posts, so I need us to be sooooooo fucking for real as we learn more of the story. This guy doesn’t come off as some privileged 17 year old, either, but a blooded Yautja w a chip on his shoulder and something to prove. For whatever reason he’s small and his hair is weird, I’m sure the reason isn’t because he’s “minor-coded”😭

Having said that - i feel I’ve gained a reputation for always pointing this out, but that’s only because this is EXACTLY the kind of things antis use to infiltrate established fandom spaces. You’ll remember me when discourse evolves 1-3 months from now that insists we can’t ship anyone w Dek the way SOME suggested it w Scar and co forever ago and lead to…very dumb callouts.

As I said way back then, even if it’s YOUR personal headcanon that this is true, don’t come at others sideways about it, especially accusing anyone of outrageous shit when it comes to fictional aliens who can live to 1000 years.

We must stay vigilant

Dueces, gooses! Back to my mf cave I go✌🏼