#what is making him so cool and attractive?

[verdancy-hime]

Nah

This is how we do this

That man still sees you as a child.

He is fetishizing the fact that you are as close to a child as he can legally fuck.

Specifically he thinks you're stupid.

Once he finds out that you're not a blank slate that he can write his ideal fantasy girl onto because you have your own thoughts and opinions and ideas about the world he will become intolerable and sulky and annoying, like your parents but worse and also he will still expect you to have sex with him.

This is how a lot of relationships will go when you are older, too. This is just an unfortunate dynamic that crops up a lot in relationships. Most people wind up parentified or infantalized because most relationships replicate a parent child dynamic.

The other option is that he doesn't give a fuck about your body or your self at all, just your age and that he feels like he is getting away with something by having sex with you.

In that case, he will leave you for someone younger and "purer" at some point.

If you are of legal age and you want to have sex with an older man, that's okay.

But remember that he thinks it will be easy to scam you and don't fucking let him.

It will happen to a ton of your friends. Most women have at least one abusive relationship in their teens or early 20s. It's very very difficult not to let it happen to you. Even if you are smart and careful and confident and cool and well informed.

Most men are raised in a system where it is not considered wrong to lie to you to get what they want. Like even if the truth is still going to get him what he wants but he's not sure. He will not see it as wrong to lie to you.

A lot of men do not see women as human, just difficult challenges that they can solve if they work hard enough. A lot of those men find a specific joy in dating or having sex with younger women or being the first one to make her feel violated or taken advantage of by a man. The corruption of your innocence, including the destruction of your idea that love is real or the destruction of your faith that most people are basically rational and behave according to specific rules that you can learn and that bargaining is possible are both quite prized by such people. There are people who fetishize completely destroying a person, including the destruction of all their potential, and they specifically seek out talented and intelligent and attractive young people with a lot of potential to destroy.

Do not ever let a man fuck with your money, your scholarships or schooling, or your housing. Do not ever let a man isolate you from your friends. If you are really young, you might one day get away from your family after a strong inexplicable urge to do so and realize they were actually super fucked up. Do not let a man decide this for you.

Good men have no problem being used for sex, or even for fancy dates and sex. This is according to their ability, but don't let men tell you that you can't get that or don't deserve it or you're doing something wrong. Men rigged the entire economy so that women don't have money and men can throw it at us to impress us. Only bitter resentful men with something wrong with them object to this. If you want to have sex with some older man because he will take you to dinner or buy you art supplies or a fancy purse or whatever? Do it. But don't let him convince you that it's going to last or that it means something. He will try. Make it clear that you are using him for sex and fun. Don't let him push you or trick you out of that.

Most of all, don't quit school, quit a job, leave a friend group, give up something you love, etc. For a man.

That older man is going to see you as some kind of fucked up key to immortality. Like literally he is going to think if he traumatizes you hard enough you will hate the color combination he liked to wear or the smell of his cologne or the fact that you like to have sex a certain way for the rest of your life. He will think that if he instills his opinion in you, the next men you date will have sex the way he taught you to have sex or that you'll go tell everyone to like his favorite shitty movies. He is going to think that his penis gets credit for who you are as a person and everything you accomplish.

Don't let him do or be that.

You are free to make your own choices to have sex but that man is afraid of himself and how small he is and you are the future stretched out before him and he will project however he feels about you based on that. Remember.

You're not a person to him. You're a child. A child he is legally allowed to fuck. He is getting off on the idea that he is supposedly completing you or raising you or making you who you are going to be.

This man can't give you independence because he wants to cage you.

If you can scam him into paying for school books or taking you on a vacation somewhere you always wanted to go, do it.

But remember you decide who you are.

Okay, here's my criticism of this post I keep seeing -- and no, it's not what you think. I know, my longtime followers who know the kinds of things I post about a lot are probably thinking, "Oh, I know what their objection is going to be. It's going to be that 18-19 year olds are adults who can date older partners if they choose to." But no, that's not it this time! Yes, I do believe it's fine for young adults to date older adults if they choose to (and am accordingly rolling my eyes at all the "This should go up to 25!" comments in the notes), but. That's not my issue here. In fact, precisely because I believe that young adults dating older adults is morally neutral, I'm not at all concerned about the efficacy of the messaging against it. My concern is that underage minors being in sexual/romantic relationships with adults is actually harmful and dangerous, and therefore young people actually should be warned against it, and this is not an effective warning.

Fellow old people, do y'all remember being 14? At all? Would you have found this warning effective and compelling at that age?

I for sure would not! I did not! Quite the opposite!

Put yourself in the young person's position here. You have no rights. You're treated as someone with no agency. Your parents, teachers, government, and society as a whole treats you as some combination of "nuisance," "ticking time bomb," and "unthinking blob." Developmentally, you're at a phase of life when you should be transitioning to a more adult role, but everyone around you demonizes you for that desire. All your thoughts, feelings, and opinions are dismissed as the inconsequential ravings of Just A Dumb Kid Who Doesn't Know Any Better. You meet someone who treats you with basic human politeness, tells you that he likes you and that you're mature, actually treats you like you have two brain cells to rub together. Of course you're going to be drawn to him. And then when other adults warn you that obviously of course he doesn't really like you, that's impossible, of course you're not really mature, no one could possibly see you that way; actually you're naive and incapable of making your own decisions, and the way your parents/teachers/society treat you is completely justified. Are you going to heed those warnings?

Why are adults absolutely constitutionally incapable of giving good, necessary advice to teenagers without fucking insulting them in the process? Of course teenagers don't listen to it! Why would anyone??

"Oh, well, of course teenagers don't listen, because they're stubborn, and immature, and biologically determined to make bad decisions, which is all the more reason they need to be controlled," say adults, completely oblivious to the actual problem.

When I was a teenager, the big moral panic at the time was teen pregnancy, and we were all inundated with the least effective cautionary tales in the world: "If you get pregnant as a teen, you'll have to leave your parents' care and function as an adult!" Which left every girl who'd intentionally gotten pregnant for the explicit purpose of escaping her abusive parents saying "Yeah, that was the goal." And every girl who was looking for a way of escaping her abusive parents to think "What a great idea!" Today the big moral panic is older partners, but if the appeal of an older partner is that he treats you like someone capable of making your own decisions, why would you be persuaded by a counterargument of "Don't listen to him, of course you're not capable of making your own decisions!"?

Again. I'm saying this because I agree that adults dating minors is a bad thing and that minors should be warned against it. EFFECTIVELY.

That said, this is my advice to any 17-or-younger person being pursued by an 18+-year-old partner: Listen. You deserve so much better than the way society treats you. You deserve to be taken seriously. You deserve to make your own decisions in life. You have a mind of your own, and people should recognize that instead of treating your pesky "free will" as a personal affront or an inconvenient glitch. You can and should think for yourself. You deserve, and I hope you have, relationships with older people who validate those truths about you. However. You are still legally and materially powerless. I don't have to tell you that. You live it every day. Someone older than you -- and therefore, inherently, legally, more powerful than you -- should not be trying to extract things from you. Money, sex, unpaid labor, anything of value. Someone more powerful than you who truly values you, values your friendship, values you as a person, will be mindful of your status and not try to extract anything from you. Cross-age friendships are good. Older people can and should genuinely like and appreciate you, and you can and should genuinely like and appreciate them. But if they try to extract anything from you, run away.

[sh4nksslvt]

Espionage and Eavesdropping

You just wanted to surprise your Yonko boyfriend with something sweet. Shanks, however, misunderstands everything and thinks you're hiding a lover aboard.

shanks x reader | ONE SHOT

tags: fluff, sfw, chaotic

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ff a bit cringe, akward, and confusing

word count: 1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

You should’ve known better than to try anything secretive on a ship full of pirates with nothing better to do.

But here you were, crouched behind a stack of rum barrels in the ship’s lower deck, notebook clutched in one hand, whispering into a den den mushi like you were planning a military coup.

“I just need it by Thursday,” you hissed. “And don’t forget the edible glitter! It has to sparkle like Shanks’s ego.”

The den den mushi blinked at you slowly, mimicking your furrowed brows. “Sparkle. Got it. Any other unreasonable demands?”

“Make it look dangerously romantic, but also incredibly cool.”

“Sounds like you want a wedding cake without the wedding.”

You paused. “…Don’t say that out loud. He’ll hear it and assume I’m trying to marry someone else.”

And two decks above you, curled beneath a conveniently placed hammock and eavesdropping like a man twice his age, Shanks the Red-Haired Yonko of the Sea, whispered into his own den den mushi.

“I think they’re marrying someone else.”

“What?” Benn Beckman’s voice was dry.

“I just heard them say ‘don’t say that out loud, he’ll think I’m marrying someone else.’ That’s exactly what someone who’s definitely hiding an affair says, right?!”

“Shanks—”

“I KNEW they were too beautiful to be loyal.”

“You’re the most dramatic man on this ship.”

“I’m going to fake my own death and see if they cry.”

The misunderstanding began three days ago, when you asked Lucky Roux to quietly sneak into town and pick up something discreet and delicate. You’d given him a long list with unnecessary glitter stars and bold underlines, swore him to secrecy, and told him, “Tell no one. Especially Shanks. Not even if he’s dying. Especially not if he’s dying.”

Unfortunately, someone else heard that.

And Shanks? He took it personally.

Now you were organizing a surprise celebration for his birthday (which he had claimed he didn’t care about, like a liar), enlisting crew members with the stealth of a sea cat, and every time Shanks looked at you, you panicked like a criminal caught red-handed.

So of course he thought something was going on.

You’d whisper to Yasopp, run away from Hongo, disappear for hours, and dodge Shanks with the finesse of someone avoiding a breakup talk. He started following you in secret, wearing a cape and fake mustache, hiding behind crates that were nowhere near his size.

Benn walked past him one day and muttered, “This is why we can’t have normal relationships.”

Day Four.

You were on the main deck, whispering into your notebook.

“Benn’s distracting him with fake wine. Hongo’s handling the fireproof sparklers. Yasopp is swearing on his son’s life not to tell. I just need to—”

“—tell me who you’re seeing.”

You jumped so hard you nearly tossed the notebook overboard.

“Shanks! What the hell—how did you sneak up on me like that?!”

He was squinting suspiciously, arm on his hip, shirt loose, and hair windblown in a way that made him look far too attractive to be pulling this level of paranoid nonsense.

“I have connections,” he said ominously.

“Okay?”

“Lucky Roux saw you give a note to a pigeon.”

“First of all, it was a cake-ordering pigeon, and second—wait, that’s not the point. What?”

“You’ve been sneaking around. Whispering into things. Saying suspicious phrases like ‘don’t tell Shanks even if he’s dying.’ What am I supposed to think?!”

“That I’m planning something nice?”

“That you’re cheating!”

You blinked. Then blinked again.

“…Cheating? Shanks. Darling. Love of my life. Who on this ship could I possibly be cheating on you with?!”

He pointed dramatically toward the horizon. “Someone from another crew! A beautiful stranger with a strong jawline and a charming laugh—”

“That’s literally you.”

“Wait. Is this a reverse surprise? Am I the stranger?!”

“No!” you laughed, smacking his chest. “I’m planning a surprise party for you, you idiot!”

“���Oh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Did you… spy on me?”

Shanks hesitated. Then lifted one leg onto a crate like a theater actor mid-monologue. “I’ll have you know I was on a noble quest for truth, love, and the prevention of heartbreak.”

“You wore a mustache and tried to climb the rigging, didn’t you.”

He coughed. “Irrelevant.”

You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “Unbelievable. You thought I was cheating, so you started counter-spying?”

He nodded solemnly. “It was a matter of pride. Also, Benn said if I was wrong, I owed him all my sake.”

“…And were you wrong?”

Shanks looked at you. Then at the crew. Then back at you.

“…Maybe. But in my defense, you are very suspicious when you whisper.”

Cue Party Day.

Despite the chaos, the confusion, and the unnecessary disguises, the party was perfect.

The deck was transformed with string lights, stolen silk drapes, a truly dangerous amount of glitter, and a cake shaped like his own face (your idea, obviously). A very confused seagull in a bowtie delivered the final decorations.

Shanks walked into the surprise party pretending to be shocked—even though he’d definitely heard the band warming up from below deck—and laughed like it was the greatest moment of his life.

“You did all this for me?” he beamed.

You crossed your arms. “Yes. Even though you accused me of having a secret affair.”

He grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Well, I would cheat on me for you, so I get it.”

“…That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. I’m handsome.”

He kissed your cheek before you could argue, then pulled you onto the dance floor—barefoot, wild, and surrounded by pirates singing off-key. At some point, Lucky Roux accidentally ignited the fireproof sparklers (which were not fireproof), and Benn had to douse the deck while muttering about retirement.

You and Shanks ended the night lying on a picnic blanket made from stolen tavern tablecloths, eating leftover cake straight from the tray.

“Next time you plan a surprise,” he mumbled, mouth full, “just… tell me it’s not a secret affair.”

You poked his cheek. “Only if you don’t go full spy-movie mode again.”

He smiled. “Deal. Unless you start whispering to birds again. Then all bets are off.”

The next morning, you woke to find Shanks crouched on the figurehead, holding a long telescope and muttering, “The pigeon is back. I repeat. The pigeon. Is. Back.”

You dragged a pillow over your face and groaned.

Some things never change.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Au where Stanford is obsessed with anomalies, but the anomalies are obsessed with Stanley instead. Stanley is in deep denial of this, of course, and its driving Stanford mad.

Especially since there is legit no reason for this, no reason at all for Stan to be so magnetic to the weirdness in the world, especially compared to Ford.

He’s tested for magic, nope. Tested dna, tested mental scans, curses, blessings, even his urine that one regrettable time in the midst of sleep deprivation. All negative for any kind of reasoning.

He finds this out due to his studying of the weirdness magnetism law, which leads him to Stanley in Nevada, big fight, big emotional reconciliation, blah, blah, blah.

Long story short, Stan gets dragged to Gravity Falls and only some of the reasons are research related! A win in Stan’s book!

Stan is having a good time, living with his bro, eating regularly trying to ignore Ford’ crazy talk and the fact Ford might(?) be on drugs.

Ford is trying to not feel wounded that everything loves his brother and not him (he legit saw the gnope police ignore his brother’s butterfly traficking, while Ford’s gnome criminal record only grows) but also immensely proud that Stanley fits in to his research.

Also is trying really, really hard to not acknowledge the fact Stan thinks he’s on drugs and keeps giving him knowing nods.

Anyway, hilarious scenarios ensue:

Ford, baffled and slightly angry: That was a leprechaun, a legit leprechaun gave you gold!!

Stan, holding handfuls of gold a short, Irish stranger gave him, giving Ford a ‘not cool’ look: …i’m pretty sure your not supposed to call people with dwarfism that, Ford.

Ford, about to explode:…

ALSO:

Ford, three in the morning, passionately explaining his work to Stan, manid excitement running through his veins: AND UNICORNS STAN, UNICORNS.

Stan, extremely experienced in the art of drug use: Uh-hu, tell me more Ford.

There's a similar au called Home Is Where The Weird is on Ao3 here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63746020/chapters/163433704

But i'd be lying if i hadnt thought of something similar before learning it existed. The idea that Ford is attracted to the strange, but the strange is attracted to Stan is such a fun one to think about. Stan just being a natural Weirdness Magnet for no reason Ford can find, and might also be the reason Ford himself is strange is such an interesting concept to me. Just- Ford being born with six fingers because Stan's weirdness magnetism was already at work in the womb? The idea would haunt Ford.

More under the cut!

And just like there's no visible reason that Gravity Falls has such a powerful Weirdness magnet, there's no reason for Stan to have one either! But its there, and Ford can see the effects of it at work!

I like the idea of Ford tracking Stan down on accident. Man's just looking for other magnets so he can compare data, and discovers evidence of a mobile one! How exciting! Why! How! He needs to figure out what it is!

And then he finds Stan, in the same town he's tracked the anomaly. There's a stiff sort of fight, and Ford sort of ignores him while trying to do his research, except everything he's following goes straight to Stan. Every signal, every strangely shaped jelly bean, until he's hit with the realization of 'oh my god, its Stan. Stan's the magnet.' Then he tackles his brother and forces him to show off where he's been for however long Fords been tracking the anomaly, and just like he suspects its the exact same route at the exact same times. Just confirms it for Ford that his brother is a natural weirdness magnet, and he needs to figure out why.

Which would make Stan's denial so so infuriating for Ford. Stan's lived his whole life explaining away every supernatural experience, he's not about to let his brother on drugs try and shove 'proof' in his face or whatever he's going on about. Ford, in his fury and need to know what Stan's deal is, drags him back home under the guise of 'studying him' which is a thin cover for 'oh my god Stan's homeless' and Stan allows because 'my brothers on drugs and i need to make sure he doesn't OD'.

Which is where i'm going to go on about my idea. When i thought about it, i was struck with the idea of how magnets repel each other if they have the same charge. Why?

Because Stan and Gravity Falls both attract Weirdness, they repel each other. Stan cannot enter Gravity Falls. Its like shoving two opposing magnets together, he physically cannot go past a certain point. There's an invisible force that pushes him back. Of course Ford's not going to let something like that stop him, and drags Stan into Gravity Falls anyway. It gets physically painful before Stan stumbles and is suddenly fine. he's in town, so everything is good, right?

Wrong.

Now he can't leave either. Gravity Falls Magnet has hooked onto Stan, and now the field is a little bigger now he's inside. He's trapped. My original idea was this would happen when Ford sends him the post card, and Stan gets more and more uneasy as he gets closer to Gravity Falls, until he hits the breaks suddenly, overcome with the need to not go any further. But Ford called him, and Ford needs him, so he's going to make it happen.

Except he physically can't. Gets out of the car to go on foot and just hits a wall. Theres a mini freak out that this is the reason Ford called him, and he drives to the closest phone along the invisible wall to call Ford. Fingers tapping and agitated, and then Ford never picks up, or it doesn't go through, because Fords deep in paranoia territory and hasn't paid his phone bill in some time. So Stan's gotta just push on through anyway.

And he does! Because he's Stan Pines and he's not going to let an invisible wall stop him! But it does mean he has to leave his car behind, because the effort of using it to shove himself in sort of broke it. Quickly figures out he cant go back either, then shrugs and moves on. Ford needs him here after all, he can figure out how to get out later. Goes the rest of the way to Fords cabin on foot/hitchhiking and everything goes mostly the same, except when Ford asks him to take the journal far away Stan stutters over his anger with the

"And how am i supposed to do that with the giant invisible wall!"

Much to Fords confusion. They yell at each other over it, Stan insisting he there was a force field around the town and Ford thinking Stan's just being stubborn, until he finally, in a burst of anger, drags Stan back to where he left his car (which is still there!) and shoves him over the boundary line.

Or tries to, because Stan hits an invisible wall. The wall that was not there before, and does not exist for Ford. No matter what he does, if he's holding his book or not, he cannot drag Stan past that line. It actually looks like he's shoving Stan against something physical. He gets like a centimeter of success before Stan is shoved back, like what happens with magnets.

Now Fords grand plan of having Stan drive off has failed, because he's accidentally trapped Stan in Gravity Falls. And they're both angry at each other, Ford hasn't slept, and Stan's freezing and also in pain from bursting through the first time and all of Fords attempts at shoving him the second.

And also theres a giant portal and Bill.

[alice-after-dark]

A pet peeve of mine in fics and other fanworks is Vox being too much of a silly loser/pathetic mess in scenes where he's in public or surrounded by others. I feel like his behavior in Stayed Gone was a moment of weakness that wont be repeated and only happened in the first place cause 1) Alastor is back after 7 years 2) He's working with Lucifer's daughter and 3) despite having cameras everywhere Val found out first. A control freak like him wont lose composure (again) and would keep up the act of a charming, suave actor/tv host especially since everyone knows the mainstream media/pop culture loves an attractive/charming male celebrity.

Anyways, ever since Vox changed into those cute little outfits in stayed gone I've been getting barbie vibes from him...hopefully he reaches full it girl mode in s2 😫 I wanna see the public adore him and eat out of the palm of his hand!

Also I'm not sure if anyone's considered this but if Vox has been in Hell since the 50's that means theres probably generations of hellborn imps/hellhounds/etc that grew up watching his content...I wouldnt be surprised if the hellborn population loved him (might be wrong but I swear I've seen a screenshot of some imp wearing a Voxtek t-shirt in S1 EP8 of Helluva Boss)

Oof, I totally get where you’re coming from. It is such a frustration when people go way too hard on Vox being pathetic, especially when he’s in public. It’s literally made clear to us in his introduction that public opinion is very important to him and he will do whatever he needs to protect it. Stayed Gone was Vox losing his shit. He was essentially caught off guard by Alastor returning PLUS the knowledge that Val has apparently known he was back and didn’t tell him! I don’t think he’s going to lose his shit so easily again. 

I actually do have a theory about why Valentino knew first. In their scene before Stayed Gone, whose room are they in? Whose TV are they turning on that instantly goes to the hotel feed? It’s not Vox’s room or even Vox who turns on the TV. It’s Valentino’s. I think that the cameras around the hotel weren’t for Vox at all, but for Valentino to spy on Angel. That’s why Vox didn’t know. He wasn’t paying attention to them. He wasn’t watching them. He possibly even forgot about them because he just didn’t care about the hotel at all.

I would love to see Vox go full It Girl. I think he prides himself on being exactly what the public wants at all times (which can also make for some delicious angst of Alastor having been the only person to care about the real him but apparently Alastor never really cared at all so maybe the real him is just shit and should be buried no one likes that loser…this may need to be its own post)

I would genuinely love to see Vox interact with the public more and see how they view him. I think that would be so cool. Probably for many Hellborn, he is their access to what human media is like.

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter nineteen

chapter nineteen: called by the devil

chapter summary: Mingi wrestles with guilt and uncertainty as he makes a hesitant attempt to fix things with Yunho. But behind the door, Yunho is already falling apart—his body betraying him, his thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory. When Mingi finally speaks, it's the last push Yunho needs to give in…

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 3.5k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho, same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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Yunho stood up from his chair, carefully closing the laptop as if shutting it might erase the weight of everything he’d just done. It didn’t. He tucked the chair back in like nothing had happened, like he wasn’t seconds away from losing control of himself, and padded slowly to his bed.

The mattress dipped beneath him as he sat, back pressed stiffly against the wall, hands resting uselessly in his lap. He didn’t want to do this. God, he hated that he was about to.

The fact that what brought him to this point was that—that video, those sounds, those men—only poured gasoline on a fire that had already been consuming him all evening. Anger curled in his gut, hot and shameful, but even that couldn’t drown out the throbbing ache between his legs.

It was too much. It hurt. He just wanted it to be over so he could crawl under the covers and pretend to be normal again, to live the peaceful university life he always told himself he deserved.

His room was quiet, blanketed in darkness, save for the cool glow of moonlight slipping in through the window above his desk. Yunho took a slow, grounding breath and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. His voice came out low and nearly inaudible, a soft, cracked apology to no one in particular.

Then, with one last bitter sigh, he slid his hands down and began to peel his sweatpants past his hips, leaving them bunched around his ankles.

Now it was just him, in nothing but his boxers, sitting still as stone and staring down at the tented fabric straining against his erection—locked in a silent, humiliating standoff with his own body.

Here goes nothing. Just get it over with. The thought rattles in Yunho’s head as he shoves his hesitation aside. His fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers, tugging himself free. A damp patch stains the fabric—proof of how long he’s dragged this out—and when his hand finally wraps around his cock, he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. A quiet, drawn-out “ssss” escapes him, raw and unfiltered.

To be honest, he’s been kind of edging himself for a good five years, and not gonna lie, it feels good to finally touch himself, even tho he hates to admit it. His touch is featherlight at first, almost tentative, but the second his palm grazes the length of him, his hips jerk forward. A groan slips out before he can stifle it, and he slaps his free hand over his mouth, muffling the sound.

He’s not gentle anymore. His grip tightens, thumb swiping over the slick head, and the friction burns good, so good it makes his toes curl. Precum beads thickly, dripping down his shaft and coating his fingers in a sticky-slick sheen. It’s messy, borderline embarrassing, but he can’t deny how it eases the glide of his fist—a filthy kind of relief. His rhythm turns punishing, frantic, the bedframe creaking under him, until suddenly the memories ambush him mid-stroke: flashes of what he’d seen earlier, the images from earlier flash behind his now closed eyelids.

That was the last thing he wanted to think about, but the way the two men held each other, the way they whimpered and panted, the sounds they made together—it all wormed its way deeper into Yunho’s mind, feeding the fire he’d tried so desperately to smother.

Sadly for Yunho’s sanity, it made the experience even better than just mindlessly stroking himself to get it over with. His hand moved faster, hips jerking helplessly into his own fist, the images playing over and over behind his eyes.

It had all started so innocently—a simple doctor’s appointment—and yet somehow it had unraveled into something filthy and sinful and impossible to forget.

Doctor’s appointment... Yeah, he was supposed to be in that situation too. It was supposed to be roleplay after all...

With Mingi.

Mingi.

Mingi....

MINGI'S POV:

The door slammed shut with a heavy, hollow bang, the sound rattling down the hallway and into Mingi’s chest like a distant drumbeat. He stayed exactly where he was, slouched across the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. His arms stretched up lazily over his head, his back arching off the cushions, and he let out a low, drawn-out sigh, blinking slowly at the ceiling.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His voice barely carried past his own lips. “And I didn’t even go that far.” He shook his head in quiet amusement, running a hand through his hair, still feeling the faint stickiness of dried sweat on his skin. Uuugh. Gross. His fingers tugged absently at the waistband of his pants, his mind looping back over the way Yunho had looked at him just before fleeing the room—like Mingi had done something unforgivable. I must’ve really scared him...

A spark of guilt tried to push its way through the haze of tired satisfaction he felt, but he shoved it aside for now. Stretching one more time until his shoulders cracked, Mingi finally peeled himself up off the couch, grabbing his discarded shirt off the armrest and slinging it casually over his shoulder.

He trudged toward the bathroom, feet dragging a little. His brain felt heavy, like it was wading through molasses, but a shower—or at least washing his face—sounded good right now. Maybe it would clear his head.

The bathroom light buzzed as he flicked the switch, flooding the room with cold, unflattering brightness. Mingi caught sight of himself in the mirror and grimaced a little. Yeah. He looked like shit.

Tossing his shirt onto the counter, he turned the faucet on and shoved his hands under the stream of water, wincing as the cold hit his bruised knuckles. After a few moments, he splashed some onto his face, hissing quietly at the sting against a split on his lip he hadn’t even realized was there.

Finally, he leaned closer to the mirror, bracing himself against the sink, and took a long, careful look at the rest of his injuries. Bruises already yellowing. Scratches sealing themselves up faster than they had any right to. Honestly? “Wow,” he whispered under his breath, lips barely moving. He turned his head from side to side, inspecting the damage with something close to amazement. “Healing quick as hell…”

He poked gently at a darker bruise along his ribs, marveling at the lack of sharp pain. It throbbed a little, sure, but not the way it should’ve. His mind flickered back to Yunho, to the careful way those hands had moved over him—practiced, gentle, almost reverent. The way Yunho’s fingers had hovered over his skin, afraid to cause more damage but determined to help anyway. He’s really good at this, Mingi thought, a small pang settling in his chest. Really fucking good… Good to know. Just in case...

For a while, he just stood there, staring at his reflection, water dripping slowly from his fingertips. If he was being honest—and he hated being honest with himself sometimes—he had regretted it.

At first, anyway.

Going back to those assholes had been reckless, maybe even suicidal, and no amount of bravado could cover up how dangerous it had been. They weren’t just posturing this time. They would’ve really hurt him if he didn't know what to do. Maybe worse. And Mingi knew it. He wasn’t stupid, no matter how much he sometimes pretended to be.

The thought made his stomach twist unpleasantly. He wiped his hands on a towel and leaned harder against the counter, letting his head hang for a second. Fucking dumbass move, Mingi. He knew better. He’d always known better. But...

If he hadn’t gotten hurt, if he hadn’t needed help, if he hadn’t been bleeding all over the place like some idiot, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten that moment with Yunho at all. That tiny moment where Yunho had looked at him without suspicion, without that weird distance in his eyes. Mingi had seen it—clear as day—something almost like concern flashing across Yunho’s face when he touched him, when he cleaned his wounds, when he patched him up without even thinking twice. And that had been perfect. Exactly what Mingi had needed.

Because the truth was, he knew he'd already screwed it up with Yunho a long time ago. Right after moving in, when his so-called "friends" wouldn’t shut up about what a loser he was stuck living with. Yunho this, Yunho that. They had spent hours talking shit about him, and Mingi had been stupid enough to let it get to him. To treat Yunho like crap for no reason other than protecting his own image. Acting like a complete asshole. Saying things he didn’t even mean. And the worst part? Yunho hadn’t deserved a damn bit of it. He was a sweet, quiet guy who had just been trying to live his life, and Mingi had been the one to poison the air between them. So when Yunho had knelt in front of him earlier this week, gently cleaning the blood off his face with hands that trembled just a little, Mingi had seen it as a golden opportunity—a second chance to offer something back, even if it was just casual friendliness. Not some deep connection. Not some big, emotional thing. Just... easing the tension a little. Maybe making Yunho not hate him. That was all. But of course, he had to fuck it up again. He had to open his stupid mouth. He had to push Yunho’s buttons and take the teasing too far, like he always did, like he couldn’t help himself. He thought it would be harmless—maybe make Yunho flustered, maybe make him pout or roll his eyes, anything but this. Anything but Yunho bolting from the room like he’d been burned.

Mingi stared at himself in the mirror, hating the sinking feeling building in his gut. He hadn’t meant to scare him. He hadn’t meant to make it worse. And yet somehow, that’s exactly what he had done. Again.

“Damn, Mingi. You really are an idiot,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair as he left the bathroom. His bare feet padded down the hallway toward his room, but just before he disappeared behind his own door, he glanced over at Yunho’s. The door was tightly shut, silent behind it. Mingi frowned. What was Yunho doing now? Hopefully, he hadn’t messed him up that bad. Hopefully, Yunho wasn’t in there freaking out, spiraling, or—God forbid—doing something dramatic and stupid. Mingi didn’t want to be the one who discovered a corpse tomorrow morning. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation with campus security. With a final sigh, he shook the thought away and disappeared into his room, closing the door a little harder than necessary behind him.

Mingi dropped onto his bed and grabbed his laptop, flopping back against the pillows with a groan. But even with the screen lighting up in front of him, his mind stubbornly refused to focus. Thoughts of Yunho buzzed in his head like a swarm of gnats he couldn’t swat away. That kid... God. He was just so innocent. Didn’t have a single clue in the world. How the hell was he planning on surviving university like that? And on top of it, having someone like him—someone like Mingi—as a roommate? It couldn’t be easy for him. Poor guy probably thought he was stuck living with the devil himself. Mingi grimaced, scrubbing a hand down his face. Ugh, let's not think about it. What happened happened, he told himself firmly, clicking around half-heartedly on his laptop in search of something to watch before bed. It's over. Done. Forget it.

But even as he scrolled mindlessly through the endless lists of videos, the thoughts kept creeping back in. I could help him, a voice whispered in the back of his head. I could guide him through all this crap. Make university a good experience for him. Make it something he’d never forget. Mingi squeezed his eyes shut for a second, willing the thoughts away. No, no. Stop thinking about it. Stop. He shook his head and clicked on the first random video that popped up without even looking at the title. The screen filled with color and noise, but it barely registered in his brain. Because in the end, Yunho’s face—those wide, nervous eyes, that uncertain smile—kept flashing through his mind like a broken slideshow. He looks like a lost little lamb all the time... Mingi groaned again, tossing his head back against the pillow. Maybe I should apologize, he thought. But it’s not like I did anything that bad, right? It was just teasing. Harmless. He’s not a baby. He should be able to handle a little shit. Still, guilt gnawed at him, persistent and bitter. How the hell was he supposed to stop thinking about it when Yunho’s stupid, sweet face wouldn’t leave his head?

Mingi cranked up the volume on the video, forcing himself to focus, or at least pretend to, as the late-night hours ticked away.

YUNHO'S POV:

Yunho squeezed his eyes shut, hand moving faster between his legs, desperate to just finish and forget all of this. But his mind, cruel and vivid, wouldn't let up.

Wait—did Mingi really want something like that with him? The thought hit hard, making his hips jerk. How would that even work?

And before he could even stop it, his mind gave him an answear, the people on his screen weren’t just some actors anymore. It was him. It was Mingi. Their hands, their mouths, the sounds—

Yunho let out a panicked whimper, his whole body burning. No, no, no— Not now. Not like this. Why was this happening right NOW?

MINGI'S POV:

Mingi laid on his bed, mindlessly watching videos, already four deep without even realizing it. Damn, the amount of schoolwork he could’ve finished in that time...

Well. Anyways.

Even though he kept clicking through random videos, trying to throw his thoughts away, they kept circling back. I think I really should apologize to him. What if Yunho actually wanted to switch dorms after tonight? What if Mingi ended up stuck with some fucking idiot for the rest of the year?

Groaning under his breath, Mingi shoved his laptop aside, leaving it open on the bed. Fine. Whatever. He could do this.

He threw on a zip-up hoodie over his t-shirt, zipped it halfway, and headed toward Yunho’s room before he could overthink it. It’s just a simple sorry. It can’t hurt him. Hopefully Yunho would actually hear him out and not just, like, throw a textbook at his head.

Mingi closed his own door behind him and crossed the hallway quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. Wait...how should he even start this? Knock? Say something first? Call his name?

YUNHO'S POV:

This was the worst possible moment for Yunho to be thinking about something like this.

He absolutely hated to admit it to himself, but thinking about Mingi — about him — made his tempo quicken, his hand working faster without him even meaning to. His stomach clenched hard, heat pooling low and deep, his member pulsing almost painfully in his grip.

Mingi’s sharp, cutting eyes flashed through his mind, dark and intense like the devil himself, piercing straight through Yunho, pulling him under. His imagination spun out of control — full lips ghosting down his skin, breathy whimpers against his throat, the way Mingi would probably say his name, over and over, needy and sinful.

"Yunho... Yunho..."

God, he could hear it. He could feel it. His whole body shuddered, the pleasure building way too fast now. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push the images away, but they just kept getting clearer — Mingi, flushed and panting, mouth slick and open against his chest, hands grabbing onto Yunho like he owned him, like he needed him—

"Yunho... Yunho..."

.....

"Yunho...?"

Wait.

MINGI'S POV:

Mingi lightly knocked on Yunho’s door — barely even a knock, really. His knuckles just grazed the wood.

Should he walk in? No, no, that’d be weird as fuck. Way too weird.

He took a slow breath, trying to calm the ridiculous fluttering in his chest, and called out softly, “Yunho?”

Nothing.

“Yunho?” he tried again, a little louder this time. Still nothing.

Damn. Maybe he did hate him. Maybe he really didn't want to talk. Or... maybe he was asleep?

But no — Mingi paused, listening carefully — there was definitely some kind of movement on the other side. Shuffling, like a sudden shift of fabric or a bed creaking. So not asleep.

He tried one more time, a little softer, more hesitant. “Yunho...?”

Still no reply.

But Mingi wasn’t giving up that easy. Nope. He was gonna smooth talk his way out of this mess, even if it killed him.

He straightened up, rolled his shoulders back, and cracked a tiny smile.

YUNHO'S POV:

That was definitely Mingi. That wasn’t some twisted leftover from Yunho’s overly vivid imagination—no, that was his voice, low and careful, coming from just behind the door. And with that realization, Yunho felt his whole body stiffen, not from fear but something else entirely. His breath caught in his throat. He was already so far gone—back arched, hand slick, thighs trembling. In any other situation, any other time, he would’ve scrambled to his feet, thrown on something, and composed himself before answering. But now? He was seconds away from release, mind clouded and flooded with visions he hadn’t asked for but couldn’t shake.

Mingi’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure Yunho was even awake. “Yunho?” That was all it took. Yunho’s pulse jumped, and he bit down on his bottom lip hard. This wasn’t fair. Mingi had no idea what he was doing to him. His voice alone had Yunho’s entire body tightening, toes curling as his hand worked even faster, desperate and clumsy. This was humiliating. It was perverse. But Yunho couldn’t stop. Not when he was so close. Not when Mingi, Mingi, was just on the other side of that door unknowingly feeding every dark little fantasy that had rooted itself in Yunho’s chest.

“Listen, I know you probably don’t wanna talk to me, but just hear me out. Please.”

That “please” sent a sharp jolt through Yunho’s stomach. He let out a quiet, broken breath—practically a whimper—and his body reacted on instinct, back arching as his hand kept moving with an urgency that made his whole body burn. His mind was splitting in two. One part wanted to disappear from sheer shame, while the other clung to every syllable of Mingi’s voice like it was his only source of oxygen. He felt disgusting. He was disgusting. But oh God, Mingi sounded so close. Too close.

“What I did earlier was totally out of line,” Mingi continued, voice growing a little steadier now. “I’m sorry if I crossed a line or made you uncomfortable. I really didn’t mean to.”

Yunho couldn’t even respond—could barely think beyond the spiraling heat in his core and the overwhelming guilt beginning to mix in. His body jerked slightly, pleasure riding the edge of guilt like a wave threatening to drown him. Why now? Why this moment? Why did hearing Mingi apologize make his chest ache and his body ache even more? Mingi’s voice wasn’t even sultry or flirtatious—just sincere. And still, it drove Yunho completely out of his mind.

“So basically, I hope you’ll forgive me. I’d really like us to be okay. You know—for the project and everything…”

And that did it.

Yunho’s entire body tensed. He exhaled a long, breathless moan as release finally tore through him, hot and overwhelming. His thighs twitched, stomach heaving as his hand slowed, breath coming in rapid gasps. The aftershocks left his skin prickling, sweat clinging to his shirt. It was messy—he was messy. It was all over his hand, his stomach, his pants. It was pathetic. And yet, a small part of him still didn’t regret it. That part scared him the most.

His eyes snapped open when Mingi’s voice called out one last time, just a little more hopeful, a little less rehearsed. “What do you say? Do you think we can be chill again?”

Panic surged through Yunho’s body like cold water. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He scrambled to grab anything—an old T-shirt, maybe a towel, who cared—to wipe himself off. The stickiness was unbearable, and the shame had finally caught up to him. He yanked on the first pair of sweatpants he could find, swiping a hand through his damp hair before stumbling to the door. His chest was still rising and falling too quickly, and he could barely think straight.

He unlocked the door with shaky fingers and cracked it open just enough. Mingi was standing there—still in his hoodie, eyes wide, lips parted like he’d been about to say something else. Their gazes locked, and Yunho swore his heart stopped for a second.

“…Okay,” Yunho breathed, barely above a whisper.

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[ratatattouille]

I’d like to actually tweak a few points made here on further reflection:

—I don’t think my connotation that Ginny’s violence toward other students is entirely fair. It isn’t necessarily out of character in the sense that Ginny has never liked bullies and is, once again, fiercely loyal. She goes to fight at the Ministry and nearly dies (on top of watching Sirius die) and Smith keeps pestering her about it? It makes sense she’d hex him and doesn’t make her a vindictive character. I also like that she uses the Bat-Bogey hex in this scenario because it’s proof of the twins’ influence on her. I love that detail!

—Unlike the above, I still find it extremely unlike her that she’d trip Ron up in an attempt to embarrass him publicly. Whatever the reason. She could make fun of him between her, him and Harry (or Hermione) but doing so for funsies? In front of the whole school? Knowing how difficult it’s been for her (and all the Weasley kids with their reputation)? No way.

—Ginny is coded as being “feminine” in the first five books. She’s a damsel her first year who writes her feelings in diaries, a romantic who sends Valentine cards and candy to her crush, sensitive to the feelings and well-being of others, doesn’t like it when others are made fun of for simply being themselves, etc. We don’t see her take an interest in quidditch. Her identity is hers and isn’t tied to her brothers UNTIL book 6. Where she becomes the “cool-girl” trope. Her toughness doesn’t come from say, how she had to endure loneliness in her first year or a bad reputation in the years after, or because of her strength of character—it’s because of her brothers. Let’s explore this.

—The excuse is “she’s had to stand up for herself where her brothers are concerned” but neither the twins NOR Ron were ever overbearing concerning Ginny for the past five books. The most they ever did was tease. I mean, they were so busy living their own lives they didn’t notice Ginny’s weird diary or weird habits. Or perhaps even more indicting, they thought her being weird and quiet was normal enough not to warrant concern. Ron didn’t know Ginny was going with anyone to the ball until she told him and he didn’t comment when he found out who. Ron fought alongside Ginny at the Ministry for Merlin’s sake! And so you know who protested about putting Ginny in danger by going to fight Death Eaters in the Ministry? Harry! Harry is shown to be more protective of Ginny than Ron in the first five books. If anyone has babied her throughout the books, it’s Harry more than anyone else, which is why Ginny fought so hard to be included in his plans. And one could make the excuse that actually ☝🏾the reason Ron was protective in HPB and was because of what had happened in OOTP EXCEPT that Ginny literally nearly died in the Chamber of Secrets while Ron was incoherent during at least half of the fight in the Department of Mysteries. So his sudden overbearing nature is foreign to his character in the first five books. (Even if you think the fight was largely due to his feelings for Hermione at the moment where Ron was projecting his own feelings onto Ginny and Dean, it doesn’t show a pattern of him being overbearing enough to warrant Ginny’s off-screen growth into the aggressive character she becomes in HBP).

—Which means that Ginny’s sudden dedication to Quidditch, her larger propensity toward meanness, her unwarranted popularity (remember she’s been a weird girl since her first year) are all things added to justify Harry’s equally sudden attraction to her. Here she becomes aggressively “masculine” which isn’t a problem in itself if it had anything to do with her character in the first five books. Because these changes aren’t justified, it comes across as Ginny—a very lovable and fine character in the beginning—as being something wrong and in need of fixing (so she can get with a boy). Of course she is christened the pick-me and the cool girl because of this. Her character change is written solely in the context of Harry or her brothers from book 6 onward when plenty of interesting things that happened without them could potentially warrant some of these changes. It’s disappointing and also shows all the symptoms of the author’s internalized misogyny (at least at the time). Where the “unique” female love interest is only unique because she was raised by her army of brothers who made her different from other typical girls and “less silly” for it. There’s a pattern to how girls like Ginny, Lavender, Parvati and Hermione are written in the books (and it can’t be brushed off with a simple “but it was from Harry’s POV!” in my opinion).

So while I don’t think Ginny’s retaliations against unsavory characters like McLaggen or annoying characters like Smith are completely divorced from her character, a LOT of the narrative decisions are very CLEARLY made for the pre-destined destination of Harry and Ginny’s marriage, and so aren’t relevant to Ginny in the first five books for the most part . They take a lot of what was established about such characters in the majority of the series for granted. Especially for Ginny’s character. The male characters are given a better sense of continuity than the female characters on average, and thus I think we miss the potential of many of these female characters.

But more egregiously, it reflects badly on the ship (or the writing—however you want to look at it) when the characters that construct it had to be practically lobotomized to make it work.

this passage got me over-analyzing on main again, lol. this part right here, in the GOF, is pure ginny and it really kinda cements why i don't get HBP ginny (the book). because this ginny and the ginny we get from POA all the way to OOTP are the same ginny: she's concerned for the safety of others, fiercely loyal, occasionally bashful but also bold, kind of an outcast and otherwise ordinary.

first of all, i never had a problem with quidditch-lover ginny. if anything, i loved the idea of her becoming bold as a response to being (basically) raised by fred, george, ron and bill and pursuing quidditch in spite of them. before HBP, we see her stand up to ron and even harry. we know she's used to standing up for others especially when it comes to her brothers.

but then in HBP, all of a sudden, we get this super popular, super beautiful, snarky, petty girl that just seems out of left-field. the book relies more on telling us that ginny is all these things instead of showing us. we hear slytherins talk about how good looking she is, but harry himself at the height of his attraction to her never really describes her looks as much of anything but "blazing." there's so many other words he uses to describe characters looks, whether he finds them attractive or not (he describes cho's freckles and ponytail), but there's so little for ginny. but that's minor.

the big problem here is that we're supposed to believe ginny is suddenly popular because . . . she is. she makes mean spirited jokes and hexes people that merely irritate her. not being a pushover is one thing. being that petty is another.

this behaviour isn't a problem for me because i think ginny should be perfect and ordinary and a good girl, but because there's very little character development to warrant any of these changes, and what we know of her in other books is almost completely abandoned for hinny endgame.

and the best example i can use is tom riddle's diary.

in CoS (one of my top three, personally), we have a ginny who is responsible for the near-deaths of at least three students and then herself. so two important things to keep in mind is:

She felt like an outcast and lonely her first year and so turned to riddle's diary for solace.

She probably got a bad rep for nearly killing all those students, which couldn't have been easy for her (remember how strongly the kids reacted when they merely suspected harry).

In OOTP, she felt traumatized about her experience in the chamber.

In book 5, we know that she felt some kinship with luna, even after initially calling her "loony" and regretting it, and it's likely because she knows what it's like to feel like an outcast. she didn't have a very good first year and we barely read about what she had to endure as a result of her actions in her second and third year (bc pov harry literally doesn't care until book 6), and she's also the only girl in her family who must stick up for herself and her own interests.

so it's disarming to see ginny suddenly popular in book 6, very mean-spirited and thoroughly unfunny, and so disloyal to her brother that she goes out of her way to publicly humiliate him. ginny may have fought many times with ron and the twins, but her defining trait has always been loyalty. not just to harry, but her friends and family.

furthermore, HPB ginny is VERY liberal with her hexes and jinxes. she even goes as far as to defend harry's use of sectumsempra against hermione! now one can say this is because of her loyalty to harry, and you'd almost have me there! but it's still quite a ways away from GOF ginny who stood up to ron and harry making fun of girls and literally tag-teamed with hermione in calling them out. ginny was loyal, but she usually stood up to her friends and family when they did something wrong because she had a soft-spot for the downtrodden.

and i speak of the curses because if ginny didn't have to be shoe-horned into a relationship with harry in HPB so that harry got Barrows citizenship, her character would have been grounded in the horrors she faced in CoS--meaning that she felt regret for all the trauma she caused others. or we could all just assume that she didn't ever address it, making her a profoundly sociopathic character. either she was badly written in HBP or just a terrible person all along.

i prefer to go with the first one.

i think ginny was terrified of what she did under the possession of tom riddle, and it's mentioned in OOTP that it traumatized her. why wouldn't she be afraid of becoming vindictive and hurting people? why would she all of a sudden become very liberal and nonchalant about performing powerful and painful hexes on people who simply annoyed her? why would she be barrelling into players during quidditch matches when she, at heart, values fairness and others well-being? why wouldn't she be scared, like harry is when he starts sharing voldemort's visions, of herself and hurting the ones she loves? wouldn't that have been a better basis for their eventual romance?

it annoys me that JK Rowling says that the reason ginny is harry's soulmate is because of their strength and passion rather than their shared care for the marginalized and their sensitivity toward the people they love. because the ginny that shared that with harry is gone in the book where she has to get with him.

and while i know the books aren't written to be romantic or focus on any romances, the fact remains that in stories, if anything is to be believed, it must be well-established, and hinny's romance isn't.

the failure of the relationship isn't that it isn't romantic, but that it isn't believable in the first place based on what we know of the characters. because when ginny was her true self, harry didn't notice her. and when ginny was with harry, she wasn't herself.

maybe what's romantic about it is it's practically a greek tragedy in that sense.

[lordnikto]

Time for fanart, here my new Harry Potter drawing.

I love it, tryed a slightly different/ new drawing style out, so I hope you like it too.

[tanasha-not-yet]

DAGURR

more skrilling under the cut and in this post

phahahah i love him and his skrill obsession

[lizzybeeee]

"Handsome! Handsome! Handsome! Handsome! Handsome! Handsome! Handsome!"

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[maulfucker]

a handful of oc concepts

[eerna]

Once again I am screaming at the sky bc I appreciate the way the book dealt with Todd and Viola growing to care about each other so much, and both the adaptations decided to make it weird instead

[comradecowplant]

so Ivanova is nearly killed off, saved by actually killing off sweet baby space legolas, and now she's left anyway? AND my boy lennier is going off to "find himself" too? mkay.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

no, no, because imagine. we get a shot of eddie looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. he touches his mustache and sighs. the next shot is someone knocking on the door of the loft. buck opens it, and it's eddie on the other side, freshly shaven and finally ready to acknowledge what buck means to him

[anewbrainjughead]

i will say that the way poor things handles disability and disfigurement left a bad taste in my mouth