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My humble contribution. Is not much but it would sure make me happy to know whether you enjoy it or not. Or even if you just would like to read it. I would appreciate it so much. Thanks.

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Dude. I'm tired of being fucking ugly.

Especially in this specific era and society.

Give me back my small circle of people who don't know shit about the world outside the castle farm and know only two young girls. Both fine as long as they aren't your own mother.

No comparison. No extreme skincare. No extreme diet. No extreme fitness cult. No adv for selling you fix for things you didn't even know could be labeled a problem.

Just breathing.

Waking up. Living the way you are. Among other 100 imperfect and ugly creatures that simply exist peacefully.

Please. Give me this.

I'm so tired of feeling unworthy of living just because I'm ugly.

So tired of feeling that I deserve death more than life just because all in me must be fixed and changed.

It's tiring.

Consuming.

Eroding.

I can't anymore.

Exhausting.

Draining.

It's turning me into dust.

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Broken Treasures Wound the Heart

(platonic or romantic)

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why couldn't nepotism have chosen me, I would've spent all that money so wisely

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actually we should start headcanoning female characters as being terrible with children

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From my personal opinion, nothing I've seen makes sense.

The 3rd season (which I consider part two of season two, but never mind) has been a disaster from all viewpoints.

The script feels rushed, focusing on the sole purpose of marketing the series to its vast global audience, which, for Netflix, as usual, means only the USA.

The ending however dramatic it may be appears flat, lacking any real emotional depth.

It's not enough to sacrifice the character who, by the way, all already expected to die as a means to unify the whole season finale.

Not only isn't enough, but also within this scenario it even fails to obtain the emotional impact it wanted to give.

[And no. Sacrificing for 222's baby makes little sense in the context of the promise. Who gives you the assurance that they will let the baby live and be fine? And plus who you think is gonna raise this child after? The Front-man?]

Netflix pursued deaths for shock value and that's all.

Netflix avoided pursuing character developments, it wanted flat, archetypes: good is good, bad is bad. To such an extent that all the characters seem far more like parodies than layered human beings.

Netflix pursued basicness and repetitiveness, clinging to the certainty that it would have “sold” well regardless since they knew the public have become attached to it, so they didn't bother to stay faithful to the initial season or to the theme of the drama.

There's no authorial integrity left in the series, it is merely a product.

Which is ironically saddening.

Its open ending is awful and doesn't even make sense in view of narrative fiction.

Why the hell should the US be able to play a typically Korean game? And why would a big man eagerly get slapped by a lady in a suit?

This isn't to reinforce harmful stereotypes, it's just that there are notable difference regarding humans interaction in each society, and South Korea and the US are vastly different in this.

And I could go on for hours outlining how, from a purely authorial, scriptwriting point of view, very little of what we see on screen is even vaguely well done.

And i'm saying this for a screenwriting and film productions gradute point of view. That's why I know painfull well that what Netflix has done make sense in the sole context of creating a market product to sold.

That's why I know that the scripit for the series makes no sense at all and is merely a well done homework assignment.

Average, certainly not the worst thing ever seen, but disappointing nonetheless.

A marketable work, as Netflix favors and wants, but one that loses everything it had and completely sells out to a more casual and distracted watch who don't wants/care to focus on the plot holes left, the subplots told only to fill time and the lack of emotional impact and psychological depth of the characters.

A watchable final season, appreciable in its own way, but one that leaves, at least for me, a bitter taste in my mouth that shouldn't be there.

Is this subjective? Sure.

And I'm not saying that all films/series must be complex and full of philosophical insights, moral debates and heavy content.

We need light-hearted things that are enjoyable to watch in their own way, but without being too angsty. It's just that these are two different things.

This series wasn't created for the purpose of being light-herted entertainment. There was criticism. There was social analysis. There was philosophical and moral depth. So the point still remains that it has morphed into something that wasn't meant to be.

And to me, personally, it left me with the sadness of the real ending. The one behind the scenes, the set lights and cameras: the merciless victory, once again, of unbridled materialism.

All is a product and everything must be exploited. Even at the expense of stripping it of its identity.

A system of capitalism that devours everything and leaves nothing but the remains of decay behind.

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Listen, if a Bad President can come in and take away our rights and we're dependent on a Good President replacing them in four years to give us back our rights, then we do not have any rights.

If politicians can take or distribute them, then they're not "inalienable" and they're not "rights."

We don't have inalienable rights we have conditional privileges, divvied out according to the whims of whoever currently holds the reins.

And if we want to have actual rights, then we must build a system in which no one has the power to take them away to begin with.

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Original comic by Rasenth

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Giancarlo

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There are two types of writers:

1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'

2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'

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How to show emotions

Part VIII

How to show helplessness

slightly open mouth

downturned mouth

eyes slightly more open

being hesitant in their movements

shrugging shoulders

wringing their hands

crossed arms to protect themself

buckling of the legs, becoming instable

speaking softly and shaky

How to show optimism

openly smiling

relaxed face

bright, attentice eyes

steady and natural eye contact

open and upright posture

energetic and animated movements

speaking in an upbeat and positive tone

walking with a spring in their step

walking confidently

How to show anticipation

bright and open eyes

looking around

sweaty palms

trembling hands

heart racing

fidgeting with their entire body

crossing and uncrossing one's legs

having restless legs, rocking them

drumming with their fingers

bouncing on one's toes

shifting from one foot to the other

pacing around

fussing with clothes

How to show amusement

eyes twinkling with mirth

chuckling

bursting out in laughter

eye contact to share their amusement

being open and relaxed

a genuine smile

raised eyebrows

crinkling around the eyes

tilting of the head

slapping their thigh

playfully nudging other characters

How to show respectfulness

standing tall with good posture

maintain steady, appropriate eye contact

avoiding direct staring to not make them feel uncomfortable

speaking in a calm and measured tone

showing attentiveness by listening actively

using polite language and manners, not interrupting or talking over anyone

no crossing of arms and relaxed hands

More: How to write emotions Masterpost

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warning: canonical drug use, canonical physical violence, homophobic language, internalised homophobia

Nam-gyu's hair are long enough, smooth as the girls. Hands surprisingly soft, fingers delicately feminine. Lips a bit chapped, but tender enough to feel like a woman's. If Thanos close his eyes, he can see a girl. A fan. Miniskirt, fishnet stockings, black hair. A simple necklace chain. Cold rings. Tattoos on arms. Dressed in black. He'd seen wrong. Wasn't a fan, a worker at the club. Round glasses, eyes dull. A breathtaking sight in the glow of the flashing lights. A fallen angel. He pushes the head further down, throat swallows and a muffled moan echos. Thanos snap, staring at the ceiling, then lower. Pulling the head roughly away. A rivulet of saliva stretches from his dick. Black irises behind ajar eyelids, erratic breathing, lips quiver, as if to say something, yet no sound comes. Still Thanos hears a strangled moan. "Not a…" he's breathless "fucking…noise!" And Nam-gyu slowly nod. So servile, lips still flushed, still wet. The cold, surely, makes Thanos' dick twitch. In a spasm, he brings him close. Watching as Nam-gyu lid his eyes, tongue awaiting. Bent like praying. Yet aloof. A fallen angel. "Fuck!" Thanos wails. Teeth clenched and jaw hurts. White seed soils the expectant tongue as he pathetically come. Staring at Nam-gyu. Not a woman. And hair feels slimy. Disturbingly, he tugs it back. Nam-gyu staggers, palms to the sides, swallowing noisily. Sharp irises sting and Thanos dodges it in a cocky grin, that falters in the mirror. "Worst blowjob ever" He mocking giggle. Behind him footsteps and ruffled paper. A snort, eventually. "Still counts" Nam-gyu outstretch his palm, uncaring. It's irritatingly. "Fuckin' junkie" He puff, turning the nacklace in his fingers. "Were ya suckin’ cock for this shit even outside?" Laughs wryly and swallowing empty, hoping it won't be seen, as he stares at indifferent black holes. A faint snort from Nam-gyu's lips. "Were you letting all guy lick your dick even outside?" "You! Fucker!" Bones against a sink, in the uncomfortable pose Nam-gyu eyes widen, staring at a raging gaze. Thanos tightening the collar of his shirt, pressing himself against Nam-gyu that restrains a sore hiss. "I'm no sicking fag," he spit, closer to his ear, "like you" Nam-gyu's fingers clench into fists. Threats that linger, slumping in a low, almost cynical, chukle. "Yeah," flatly, pushing against the mirror even more, “you're fuking' right! Sometimes I licked cocks, for these" Fingers brush the cross and Thanos recoils. Burning skins an the necklace heavier than ever. He push away. Nam-gyu palm return outstretched, irises sharp with something. And Thanos stares at it, as he shrug. Uncomfortable lingers on him as he shakes the head, in a boisterous laugh. Sounds strained, throwing a yellow pill into Nam-gyu's palm. "Gave me a fag' disease and I'll kill ya!" "I'm clean," he claims, "it was the only medical check-up the club gave" He lick the pill and Thanos see yellow melts on tongue. Moments before overlapping his vision. Fingers twitch and lips dry, he feels the neck stretching, wanting to reach that tongue, that lips. And he shakes his head frenziedly, straightening before his mouth can close Nam-gyu's. He took his pill today, right? He counts the supply as Nam-gyu slightly arch an eyebrow. "Can't remember how many you take anymore?" Accusatory? Mocking? No, it's quiet, yet there's something. Thanos doesn't want to think about it. Or at all. He's tired. Twirling the pill, similing lopsidedly, he swallows it. "That's the second" Nam-gyu point out and a shiver runs through Thanos. He was almost sober, until now? Well, it must mean that nothing happened so. They piss and toke some pills. He jiggle his arms, gripping one around Nam-gyu's. Who's stiff, just fleeting, as Thanos chuckles, going out. Left all behind. Then why Nam-gyu still breathtakingly beautiful? Why Thanos still feel bewitches in the desire? He doesn't. Just pill talking. He laughs whispering gibberish at Nam-gyu ear. Desiring him, in his chemical daydreaming. And he knows to never wake up if he wants the world to stay perfect and simple.

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Third poll

Given my tendency to write of and for morally grey characters with deep issues and a lot of psychological shades, I obviously got my eyes on Nam-gyu's character. And I've got a backstory for him. Only I'm unsure. So, if you want, please help me out. [Please note: the answers include OCs that will be relevant in defining Nam-gyu's personality, as well as making possible the canon divergence that I am writing] (If y'all had seen this poll before, nope. You hadn't seen it.)

THANKS YOU!

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Second poll. Given the results of the Thanos poll, I have one more poll to settle my thoughts. Thanks for your help. NB: foreign origins means Italian, 'cause the kdrama Vincenzo is one of my favorites. Sorry.

THANK YOU!

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With much hesitation, I introduce one of the four OCs my mind forced me to draft. Player 452 Jeong Sung-hyo [正성효] No debt, but high poverty condition. At times she manages to get a rental apartment for a while, other she's homeless and lives in her own car. Unable to keep any job, her past haunts her and constantly ruins her life. When she manages to have some extra money, she often shuts herself in game centers that allow sleeping in. The Salesman found her on a tourist street, attempting to sell souvenir photos.

Drawn draft attempt