yeah, sure, merlin could’ve forgotten arthur’s face or voice years down the line. except i don’t think he did. i think the what ifs got so burnt into his consciousness, stained him such a vibrant red that he could not escape him even if he wanted to. he lost him and was cursed with never, ever forgetting about it, not even for a second, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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Han Jisung constantly being reduced to some lesser version of himself for struggles with anxiety/mental health, being rampantly feminized because he’s become 1/2 of the face of a popular ship within the fandom and consequently not fairly recognized for the sheer individual GENIUS he is; finally making a personal instagram and casually posting all the song covers he wants to, getting 3 tattoos in one session just because he can. Trusting us enough to share what the tattoos are on a fancall- sharing little tidbits of his personal life when he’s ready, and keeping things sacred to him when he’s still able to. Seeing him have this autonomy over himself and embrace the creative person he is and always has been is so, so refreshing. Maybe we’ll never know him beyond a killer instagram song cover, we’ll never see his baby photos or perhaps even bear witness to his first few tattoos. But we do know he cried 3 times watching the movie “Up”. And the little glimpses we get into his personality and his artistic vision as he walks this fine line between privacy and rawness as an idol are nothing short of endearing. I don’t know what was in those contract renegotiations, but he’s never seemed more like himself.
Han Jisung my multi-faceted muse. Do whatever you want if it means you’ll always be this fulfilled
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Thinking about how Andrew choked Kevin when he realised Neil was missing.
Andrew who would kill anyone who looked at Kevin the wrong way. Andrew who would stab whomever if it meant Kevin was safe. Andrew who saw a broken raven and said I’ll protect you and meant it and kept that promise like his life depended on it.
Andrew who nearly killed Allison because of a promise. Andrew who would’ve never talked to Neil again because of a promise.
Yet when there was ambulances and injured foxes and you were amazing before Neil’s gear with his phone, with a 0 on screen and a Baltimore caller ID, Andrew turned on Kevin.
Can you imagine being the other foxes and watching that happen? Knowing what Andrew would do to them for so much as breathing at Kevin in the wrong direction, now Neil was missing and Andrew was hurting Kevin and something is happening here.
Andrew and Kevin don’t have the luxury of a second language to talk to each other in, either. Whereas secrets were usually shared in French and German so the others couldn’t understand, now there’s nothing to hide behind, and Andrew doesn’t care either. Where is Neil, who is he, who’s taken him, is he safe? Is he alive?
Then picture being Kevin, knowing Andrew, knowing what this means, that Neil is more important to Andrew than he is now, so much so that he would hurt him for Neil. Not only does he know that; but he knows there’s a good chance that Neil is dead. If it’s his father, it’s not the Moriyama’s; he is the butchers son, after all, and the butcher was never keen to spare a life.
So the foxes know nothing and everything at the same time on that bus journey out to wait for his return. They know they’re hurt, that something is very wrong. They know Kevin has bruises around his neck, and Andrew can’t look him in the eye. They think they understand now why Neil got everything he asked for from Andrew; and Andrew thinks he might never see him again.
I’d say it was the quietest bus journey of their lives.
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i was trying to have a relaxing evening but now i can think of nothing but 2010 dan and phil in jamacia, young and carefree vs 2024 dan and phil, older, wiser and feeling happier than ever. the freedom to post holiday pictures, knowing how they look, how obvious it is and just decide they don't care. they're so happy and want us to know it.
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Ghost who is the "im no good for you/ you deserve better than me" trope, but soap chose him, and he knows that he'll never change soap's mind, so he just makes sure to be the best that he can for soap because that's what he deserves, and if soap won't choose better then ghost will do the work to be better because soap is worth it.
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Normal and Scary honestly have one of my favorite dynamics in the entire series - be it romantic, platonic, querplatonic whatever!! They just can't escape my little head they're permanently trapped in there and I desperately need to yap about them more AUGH... Yes, all Normal ever sought was feelings pride from his family; but in a way what he really wanted was unconditional love. People who would love him and applaud him for simply being himself, doing his best and not needing to "mask" or hide his interests to receive approval. And Scary was one of the only people who ever did that. Who actually unconditionally loved him. Didn't use or manipulate him, or lie about true feelings to comfort him. Yes she occasionally teased him or made meaner remarks (especially early in the season) but by the end of the story the feelings of pride she feels towards Normal and his achievements were SO REAL AND PIERCING. SHE'S ONE OF THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO WAS GENUINELY WITH HER WHOLE HEART PROUD OF HIM. PROUD OF THE REAL NORMAL. PROUD OF THE STICKY, MESSY GLUE THAT HE IS. BECAUSE SHE KNOWS "HE'S ENOUGH JUST AS HE IS". AND THAT IN AND OF ITSELF MAKES ME SO ILL. COME ON.
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'And something shifts in Shadow Milk's gaze, a sort of vindictive delight drawing that confident smirk into a vicious grin. "Well now, Pure Vanilla Cookie," he says, the amusement and anticipation dripping from his voice palpable. Pure Vanilla can't quite hide the way he tries to recoil, but the vice-like grip upon his wrist remains terrifyingly unrelenting. "This certainly changes the script up a little, doesn't it?"
The question is too light, too cheerful, too casual for what this truly means. For right there on Shadow Milk's face, painted in damningly permanent blue hues, is the unmistakable mark of a four-point crown. Pure Vanilla's forearm burns where his own identical mark has been exposed for all the world to see, Shadow Milk peering at it with a sense of sickening awe that's impossible to miss. Because there it is, imprinted on his skin and written in the stars: undeniable proof that they've been predestined to meet since the start.
Shadow Milk Cookie is his soulmate. And Pure Vanilla has never been more afraid.'
(Vanilla Milkshake fans, when I tell you I am COOKING-)
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