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snickerdoodlles · 3 years

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I??? could’ve sworn someone had sent in a request for this prompt, but I can’t find the ask anywhere??? > < If you sent in this prompt, this one’s for you, I’m very sorry I lost your ask ;;~;;

dimples can always lie [ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 (you’re here) ] ; 700w, rated M 19: “I’m not totally useless. I can be used as a bad example.” (prompt list)

Pat wakes up to Pran straddling his hips and holding a knife to his throat, which starts his morning out at a solid seven out of ten.

“Hello,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and scratchy, and opens his eyes to a vision. Pran glows in the early morning light, the warm sunlight kissing his pretty cheekbones and his oversized knit sweater brushes softly against Pat’s abs. In fact, Pat’s pretty sure that sweater is one of his sweaters, a handmade gift from Pran himself, and Pat stifles a groan at the crack of attraction that rushes through him at the sight. He wiggles his fingers under the hem of Pran’s sweater, finding nothing but smooth satin skin, and Pran presses his knife harder against his neck in a warning.

Pat pouts. “Is this not a sex thing?”

Pran raises his eyebrows and looks down at the knife against Pat’s throat pointedly. Which is unfair; Pran can’t just demand such deliberation from him right after he’s just woken up or has Pran in his lap looking like that, much less both. It’s not like the knife is a clue, Pran’s response to everything is knives. Asshole politician? Knife. Pat looks hot? Knife. Forgot to go grocery shopping? Knife--

Oh.

Pat frowns and blinks up at Pran. “Did I…load the dishwasher incorrectly?”

Pran snorts. “Close.” He leans closer, eyes glittering angrily, and growls, “You washed your new red shirt.”

Both of them blink at each other expectantly. Pran starts to actually look annoyed and Pat rubs his thumb along the naked stretch of Pran’s thigh. “Yeah, I’m going to need more than that.”

Pran’s nostrils flare. “You washed it with your whites.” The tip of his knife presses against the hollow under Pat’s chin--not enough to cut, just enough to make Pat’s every nerve sing. He’s half-hard against the swell of Pran’s ass, driven mad by the way he can’t tell if Pran’s naked or not underneath all that chunky wool.

Pran clears his throat pointedly, and Pat reluctantly pulls his eyes up from the hem of the sweater. Pran’s enchanting when he’s mad at him, even when he’s threatening him with a knife. Especially when he’s threatening him with a knife.

“You ruined your white pants.”

Pat takes a moment to process that.

“…Of the two of us, shouldn't I be the one upset?”

Pran’s lips pull into a sulky moue and he rolls his eyes. “Like you didn’t buy those pants just to taunt me,” he mutters. (A fair and almost accurate accusation. Pat actually hadn’t bought those pants with much thought beyond oh my ass looks hot, but Pran’s reaction to them the first time he came home in them more than cemented their place of honor in Pat’s fuck me wardrobe.) Pran narrows his eyes at Pat’s lecherous grin and pokes his nose with the tip of his knife. “Be more considerate of things that aren’t yours.”

Pat raises his eyebrows and that’s all the warning Pran gets before Pat surges up and flips them over. Pran barely has the time to throw the knife out of the way and he smacks Pat’s shoulder, eyes incensed. “Pat! What did I just say!”

Pat grins. Like Pran would ever let something hurt him, much less one of his own weapons. “Oh? Is my face yours now too?”

“Mm.” Pran combs back his bangs and knots his fingers through the coarse strands of Pat’s hair. He grins meanly and Pat wiggles deeper into the cradle of Pran’s thighs. “It’s your best asset.” Pran pouts comically and tugs Pat closer. “What would we do if something were to happen to it, hmm?”

Pat dips his head, pressing their foreheads together. “Eh, I’m not totally useless. I can always be used as a bad example. 101 on Things Not To Do As Your Assassin's House Husband.” Pat swallows Pran’s snicker in a kiss. He finally gets a hand beneath Pran’s sweater and groans when his fingers meet nothing but naked skin.

Pran grins against his lips. “Mm,” he murmurs, rubbing their noses together. Then he pushes Pat’s head down.

“I bet I could come up with a few more uses for you…”

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#bad buddy #pat x pran #patpran assassin au #cookie's writing #nfsa (not safe for apple)#this is dumb but my need for pran with knit sweaters and knives grows exponentially any time im fighting a serious wip so #might be seeing more of these soon the current wip is SO LONG help #anyways i put mr. right on in the background earlier today and i have some ideas that actually involve pat doing more than making heart eyes #tho rly thats everything he wants to do he loves his stabby husband 😂#i have ask requests for 29 and 26 in this verse but anything else i havent done yet is fair game 👌#okay enough of my rambles hope u enjoyed the in bed sillies bye <3

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danmei-trash · 2 years

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Thank you @seeking-moonscapes for bringing back Seven Sentences Sunday, this time I have something to offer today is not a Sunday but shhhh we can pretend

As he sits across from Pran, listening as Pran lists out all the clues of the next unfortunate target, Pat has an epiphany. He likes listening to Pran.

Of course, Pran is a great assassin, and smart, and objectively extremely hot, and totally good at everything. Logically this isn’t really surprising. Surprising is the fact that it took him this long to understand.

Pat is drawn to him. Like a magnet pulling pieces of iron, Pran’s knives pull him towards him. He is pierced by the weight of this realisation.

(aka a tiny snippet from ch 3 of my assassination fic which is taking forever to finish)

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #bad buddy fanfictions #fanfiction #patpran #pat x pran #this is my feeble attempt to let everyone know that the assassination fic isn't dead #my brain is just positively fried #s o m e d a y i will complete this fic #for sure

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic

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1. For your next 'in the mood for' post, could y'all recommend some fics where Wei Wuxian asks Jiang Cheng's permission for the golden core transfer? I've always thought that would be an interesting premise for a fic, but I haven't been able to find any like that. Thanks so much for all the work you do in this fandom! @prans-micellar-water

Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Canon-Typical Violence, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell) For 1, Drowning in the Sun is a *wonderful* work, but does not include WWX asking Jiang Cheng's permission. In fact, rather the opposite. The premise of that fic is that Jiang Cheng is aware but paralyzed during the surgery and the fact that he did not consent is a major plot point

To a fault by apathyinreverie (T, 7k, WIP, Yunmeng Siblings, WangXian, Family, Siblings, the Jiang siblings having each other's backs, no matter what, LWJ approves, Romance, Canon Divergence, Fluff)

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2. I wanted to express my gratitude for all the hard work you put in for this fandom! I am also in the mood for a novel canon divergence, where eveything is the same (including all the Wangxian scenes) but the confession at guanyin temple doesn't happen and they have to deal with their feelings after everything has calmed down. Bonus for more pining afterwards/them continuing being oblivious idiots.

Operation Barking Dog by RoseThorne (T, 6k, WIP, WangXian, Family, Mutual Pining, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, Repaying Debt, Regret, Phobias, Trauma, Memories, Tree Climbing, There Was Only One Bed, Travel, JC in Seclusion, Cynophobia, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Pining, Flowers)

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3. Hi mods! Thanks for your amazing work❤️ recently my new obsession is maffia au, can you hit me your best recommendations or a list with them? Every tag is okay, but the main couple please be wangxian 😊 Thank you so much🥰

🧡Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, wangxian, criminal underworld au, dark LWJ, ABO, note all tags) has recently become a favorite I can not recommend it enough!

You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun Series by 2501987 (M/E, 130k, WangXian, XiCheng, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Mafia, Murder husbands, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Blood and Violence, Older JC, Younger WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Dark)

Say What's In This Drink? by nana_banana (E, 2k, WangXian, Established Relationship, Gun Violence, Violence, Mild Blood, Dark LWJ, Organized Crime, Murder, Crime Boss LWJ)

Miscalculated Misreckoning by LadyVamp (E, 5k, WangXian, Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Assassins & Hitmen, Attempted Kidnapping, Murder, Murder Husbands, Blood and Violence, Violent Sex, Married WangXian, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, YL WWX, Modern AU, Hair-pulling, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Dark LWJ, Protective LWJ, Dark WWX, Partners in Crime, Smut, Gun Violence, Gun Kink, Crime Syndicate Qíshān Wēn Sect, Arranged Marriage, Crime Lord LWJ, Crime Lord WWX)

LAOZU (1989) by Machinebender (E, 5k, WIP, WangXian, GonDrey, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Modern AU, Organized Crime, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals With Benefits, Canon-Typical Major Character Death, 1980s Shanghai Triads AU) Just wanted you to know that the sudden revival of interest in the lost Martin Scorsese subtext-laden gangster epic “Goncharov” is already inspiring fusion AUs

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4. Hello! May I request some warprize fics? Either of them as one is fine :)

Our War Prize Collection is right up your alley

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5. Good morning/afternoon/evening dear mods! For the next I'm in the mood for fic do you think you can find any fic where Jiang Yanli is the one to go back in time? She's such an interesting character and I would love to see what she would prioritize with her slightly limited knowledge of the events of canon

💖 Sail Away Sweet Sister by sami (M, 73k, WangXian, MingLi, YZY/Mdm Lan/CS, Time Travel, EXTREME Canon Divergence, Family, Wide Focus Narrative, Some People Live/Not Everyone Dies, Most Named/Canon Characters Lives, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Families of Choice, Parenthood, Fluff, Angst, Underage Sex, PTSD, Unforeseeable consequences, The butterfly effect, Slightly Dark JYL) though it is her ghost that travels back, which witnessed all of post canon so she does not have the limited knowledge

from the top, this time with personality by thunderwear (G, 15k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, time travel, JYL stands up for herself, family feels, WIP)

the taming of wild rivers by colorfullysarah (T, 7k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, time travel fix-it, everyone lives au, BAMF JYL, falling in love, found families, WCZ lives, WIP)

Between the sinners and the saints by Moonlit_dewdrops (T, 16k, wangxian, JC & WWX & JYL, JYL/JZX, time travel fix-it, JYL centric, canon divergence, JYL pov, found family, protective JYL)

Keeping Our Promises Unbroken by ColdBloodedReptile (M, 72k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, JC/WQ, time travel fix-it of sorts, not everyone dies au, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, family feels, JYL pov, sibling bonding, protective siblings, WIP)

Hear The Flute, Alone In Its Melancholy by effugi (M, 18k, JYL/JZX/WQ, wangxian, time travel, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, PTSD, first time, eventual romance & smut, WIP)

System user Jiang Yanli by Sassylittlebean (M, 1k, WIP, XuanLi, WangXian, Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Plot changing, JYL Lives, JYL badass, Fix-It) freshly posted today (8/21/2022)

Rise of the Peacock by JustAWanderingBabbit (Not Rated, 65k, WIP, JZX & MY, XuanLi, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Re:Birth/Transmigration, Drabble to Full Story, Attempted Sexual Assault, unwanted sexual touching) Jin Zixuan is sent back in time to his first fight with WWX, and seeks to set things right from there; along the way, he discovers that (SPOILER) so has Jiang Yanli

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6. i'm wondering if there are any fics ppl can recommend where wwx is blind? preferably finished works but i'd love to see whatever is out there!

🧡close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer)

The Warmest Hands by AvoOwO (M, 46k, wangxian, JC & WWX, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, major character injury, hurt WWX, blood & gore, heavy angst w/ happy ending, blindness, PTSD, alcoholism, fights, JC & WWX reconciliation, non-sexual intimacy, tenderness, WIP) is a blind wwx fic. It’s rlly good but rlly intense!

The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, WIP, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, Time Travel, Attempt at Humor, PTSD, Oblivious WWX, WWX-centric, Blind WWX, Sentient Burial Mounds, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Except Those Who Deserves to Die, Oblivious Pining, Not Canon Compliant)

🧡Bright Enough to Shine by Dreaming_Days (G, 12k, WangXian, Blind WWX)

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7. hello any fics that sunshot Champlain donghua wwx meets post canon cql lwj??? i saw a fanart like that and i was intrigued to see if there where anyfics like it ^^

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (M, 35k, WangXian, WIP, Established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian) is a stepping through time fic where young CQL wangxian meet older MDZS wangxian. It’s sooo well written and rlly fun. Updates take some time but it’s still active

Once upon in a dream... by Clarissa_23 (G, 1k, WangXian, WYB & XZ, Canon Divergence, Crack, Bratty WYB, Accidental matchmaking)

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8. Hello! I'm in the mood for fics where someone else becomes a sentient fierce corpse! I don't mind if they're not wangxian fics.

Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 314k, wangxian, major character death, temporary character death, angst, hurt/comfort, canon divergence, non-consensual resurrection, YLLZ WWX, hurt LWJ, slow burn, plague, PTSD, survivor’s guilt)

We Are the Afterlife Series by NevillesGran (G/M, 187k, WIP, Yunmeng Siblings, WangXian, JYL & JL, Major Character Undeath, Canon Divergence, Fierce Corpse!JYL, Canon-Typical Needles In Heads, Yúnmèng Jiāng Siblings, JYL-centric, Canon-Typical Fierce Corpse Body Horror, Extended Junior Ensemble (ft. OCs) ) is a sentient fierce corpse!JYL AU

monsters cannot break her stride by Stratisphyre (G, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, JYL Lives, outsider pov)

a bird in your teeth by Eevee (ChaosBitch) (E, 61k, YangLi, WangXian, All of the sex in this fic is consensual, But one of the participants IS a fierce corpse, JYL POV, Minor Character Death, (you probably won't be sad about it), I feel like this fic turned out surprisingly soft, but XY still does some onscreen murders, Implied/Referenced Torture, Mention of JGS's canon behavior, Mentions of XY's canon behavior, Angst, Hopeful Ending)

Of The Sun, by Enigmatree (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Time Travel, The Wen Sect, Worldbuilding, No Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF WN, Cinnamon Roll WN, BAMF WQ, Temporary Character Death, BAMF JYL, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending)

There Are More Than One Reason Undead Raise Series by Storyboradinventor (M/T, XuanLi, WangXian, JC & WWX, Undead!WWX, Angst, Canon Divergence, Undead!Yiling Patriarch, Sunshot Campaign, Bittersweet Ending, Some Humor) WWX emerges from the Burial Mounds as a sapient fierce corpse

blue skies forever Series by rikke (M, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, major character death in a necromantic way, necrophilia also in a necromantic way, canon divergence with the bad ending route, lwj is wwx's corpse boyfriend) LWJ dies and WWX brings him back as a fierce corpse. Mind all the tags, and be forewarned that this one turns up frequently in angst and sad ending requests.

Waiting On The Night Hunt by JustAWanderingBabbit (G, 50k, Grudging Respect Friendship, Inappropriate use of lightning storms)

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Pieces of Us by JustAWanderingBabbit (Not Rated, 32k, dead characters being dead, Mostly Canon Compliant, Snark, Implied Violence, Happy ending.) these two stories are simultaneous and intertwined) ; post-canon; case fic; JGY and NMJ are running around as sapient fierce corpses, and XY has been possessing a series of undead backup bodies

House on Haunted Hill by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 6k, MY & NMJ, SongXiao, Original Character, Communication is hard when you're dead, We ain't afraid of no ghosts, We've been dead for years, Bad jokes because writer is in a mood, NaNoWriMo Breaktime, ghost hunt, mystery haunting, Undead Investigation Team) takes place in the same universe as Pieces of Us and Waiting on the Night Hunt; post-canon; case fic; sapient fierce corpses SL and NMJ, demi-undead JGY, and ghosts XXC and AQ are a wandering night-hunting team

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9. Hello dear mods and thank you. Im itm for fics that are kinda specific. They would consist of wwx’s archery skills and basically ppl being impressed of him. Thank you

nothing is safe. by eeriemedusa (M, 2k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Horror, POV Original Character, bad ending (?), depending on who you are, very lightly implied wangxian, that being said: battle couple wangxian, Blood and Violence, Gore, Canon-Typical Fierce Corpses, this is inspired by a clipping. song) if “terrified shitless” counts as “impressed”; Sunshot-Era, from the POV of Wen soldiers being picked off by WWX; a rare portrayal of WWX as a combat archer/sniper.

shot thru the heart by huxiyi (G, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Archery, Getting Together, Feelings Realization, wwx's canonically bad memory)

best to start by testing him by deepestbluesky (T, 1k, WangXian, The Odyssey fusion, Identity Reveal, Archery, Non-Graphic Violence, some light murder, (well okay it's kind of a lot of murder actually), Reunions, brief but inspirational cameo by MXY) Odyssey fusion, with Odysseus’ homecoming enacted by WWX as Odysseus, LWJ as Penelope, LSZ as Telemachus, and the cultivator mob as the suitors

#1a on this wangxianficrecs post may have what you’re looking for

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10. I was wondering if anyone knew of any fics where the “XianXian is three!” joke isn’t so much a joke than it is a coping mechanism for Wei Wuxian’s time on the streets? I don’t mean those DD/LL/Caregiver/little or whatever it’s called type of fics (no shame to those type of fics! It’s just not what I am looking for) but a fic that kind of delves into the kind of trauma that a toddler living alone on the streets might develop? I just really want to read a fic that actually has Wei Wuxian confront his past as a little kid on the streets. Thanks!

Three by AmyNChan (G, 913) 10 inspired me to write a fic for them. I hope they enjoy.

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11. Hi hi! For the next itmf can i get fics with nhs and wwx being good friends!!

You, Clouds, Rain by PaPaYa_Bites (E, 32k, wangxian, JC & WWX, WWX & LSZ, modern, found family, accidental baby acquisation, adoption but more like kidnapping, past child abuse, implied/referenced drug use, fluff & angst, humor, hurt/comfort, pining, depression, implied/referenced self-harm, guilt, family fluff, eventual smut, WIP)

a grain of millet drifting by RoseThorne (T, 7k, NHS & WWX, Assassination Attempt(s), Introspection, Regret, Travel, Post-Canon, POV Third Person, POV WWX, Ghosts, Reconciliation, Exhaustion, Pining, Pre-WangXian)

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your problem as a mountain. by cupofwater (E, 30k, WangXian, NHS & WWX, Epistolary, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, Pen Pals, Erotica, Pen Pal Book Club, Sexual Fantasy, sexual self-discovery, Smut, Letters, POV Alternating, Elements from the MDZS Novel)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, NHS & WWX, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, NHS needs a new hobby, And apparently that's spoiling his Wei-Xiong, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

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12. hi mods! i hope youre all doing well!! for the next iitmf, i'm hunting for coffee shop aus that actually have a healthy side of angst and/or hurt/comfort! preferably longer fics but i'll take what i can get - can anyone point me in some interesting directions?

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Pan - The Smell of Home by IBurbick (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, 3Zun, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Everyone Is Gay, Everyone lives, Food Porn, autistic characters, Trans Characters, Disabled Characters, pansexual characters, Asexual Characters, Lesbians, non-binary characters, POV Alternating, POV Multiple, Heterosexual Characters, Threesome, Homophobia (sorry), Slow Burn, Smut, Mentions of violence/beating, Past Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Panic Attacks) LXC’s cafe is a beloved queer community hub, but also a target for homophobes

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13. Hey! May I please request some fics where wwx is loaded?

Teacher's Pet by anobtra (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 43k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, dark LWJ, age difference, professor WWX, student LWJ, smut, bottom LWJ, check all the smut tags before reading!, possessive LWJ) this has rich wwx but warning: wangxian has a large age diff and student/teacher stuff...

The Fault in Our Stars by Vamillepudding (T, 17k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Romantic Comedy, Comedy of Errors, Mistaken Identity, Misunderstandings)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, So much trauma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks) WWX is sort of stealth rich, but it does make for some great plot moments

forget-me-not by mellowflicker (E, 22k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Sugar Daddy WWX, Sugar Baby LWJ, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Secret Relationship, Age Difference, Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain, JZX & LWJ Friendship, Family Issues, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiāngs) WIP however author is actively updating

His Priceless Jade by bluegrass (T, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Sugar Baby LWJ, Sugar Daddy WWX, Fluff, Light Angst, Forehead ribbon: No, Silk chokers: Yes, Music Student LWJ) WIP however the chapter reads like a one shot

together, we're just enough by lulu_kitty (E, 134k, WangXian, Bartender LWJ, single dad wwx, Kid fic (sort of), Excessive Fluff, Yearning, barely there plot, neurodivergent wangxian, canonical parental issues, lwj in jewelry, accidental sugar gege wwx, fluff and eventual smut, Bottom LWJ, Service Top WWX, Bisexual WWX, Rich WWX, a-yuan is a wei but still also a wen wwx is a-yuan's biological baba, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Slow-ish burn, Light Dom/sub)

tangled by cryptenhope (T, 12k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, WWX has curly hair, yunmeng siblings, soft LWJ) WWX, since he inhabits MXY’s body, is the sole remaining heir to the Mo family fortune.

Our Small Steps by tokaku (T, 9k, wangxian, post-canon) WWX, since he inhabits MXY’s body, is the sole remaining heir to the Mo family fortune.

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14. Hi!!! For your next in the mood for, could you guys rec some fics where any canonically dead character comes back to life post canon?

To be Lost and Found by sanaaf (T, 9k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Family Dynamics, Canon-Typical Violence, its about the found family but like literally, JYL comes back from the dead and has a lot to say actually, Protective JYL, LWJ is actually another one of JL's uncles, Case Fic, but barely, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, JYL Resurrection)

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I Call For You to Come Back by T98 (M, 18k, WIP, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, XuanLi, Post-Canon, Resurrection, JC Bashing, Jiāng Family Bashing)

Dream of the Gold Chamber by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 8k, 3Zun, Canon Divergence, Referenced canonical incest canon violence, Crack Treated Seriously, Dream a Little Dream, XY is a turd, He might still be redeemable, JGS is not redeemable.) WWX is reconstituted from within the Stygian Tiger Seal (it’s complicated) and JYL, JZX, and JGY are resurrected in magically-constructed bodies; a lot of canon deaths are also averted

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15. hello <3 could i ask for fics where jc can tell somehow that the new core isn't his? or maybe where the core transfer links him to wwx somehow (like idk he can sense his emotions or something)? also, i'd love to read fics where they mention wwx having such a strong (or even immortal level) core. thank you!

Side Effects May Include by vibishan (T, 3k, WIP, JC & WWX, ChengNing, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Like Immediately, Telepathic Bond, Canon Divergence, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending)

when the stars don't line (i'll be forever by your side) by estel_willow, mandsangelfox (G, 12k, WIP, JC & WWX, WangXian, Yunmeng brothers, Sibling Bonding, JC finds out about his golden core earlier, Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Canon deaths, Canon Temporary Character Death)

A single soul (no more) by Lysdance1 (G, 983, JC & WWX, Sunshot Campaign, Canon Divergence, Reconciliation, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Character Study)

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16. Hello! This is my first ask so sorry if I do anything wrong, this is for the I'm in the mood for post. I was wondering if you know any fics that A. Have a big reveal scene in them, like the golden core transfer, someone being sick, or wangxians relationship being revealed anything like that I just want to see a scene where it's like "and everyone gasped or was shocked" it can be long or short i just really want some drama, and B. Where they're dealing with an argument, like at a conference and everything is just wild, again just want that drama.

Thank you so much for the work you do and I hope you have a good day. @05142003-blog-blog

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 31k, Wangxian, Canon Divergence, Crossdressing, Misunderstandings, Identity Porn, Identity reveal, Polski Translation Pod każdym innym imieniem by tehanu, [PODFIC] By Any Other Name by sakizar) has some crazy conference drama and reveals at the end

In the circle around broken glass by Cycliph (E, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Bottom LWJ/TOP WWX, Omega LWJ, Alpha WWX, A/B/O Dynamics, Pregnant LWJ)

Spectacular by Moominmammashandbag (G, 2k, WIP, WangXian, XuanLi, Everyone Lives)

A Little Bit of Helpful Advice by pupeez4eva (T, 2k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Humor, Crack, Yunmeng Bros)

The Nie Sect Discussion Conference That No One, Ever, Will Discuss Again. by mondengel (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Humor) you have to be logged into the archive to read this I think?

Wei Wuxian’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good First Meeting With His Future by Enigmatree (T, 3k, WangXian, Time Travel, Cloud Recesses, YL WWX, POV Outsider) not a discussion conference, but a class however I think it fits the drama and big reveal bill!

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17. Hi mods! Thanks for all the work you do. So, I came across the I'm in the mood for ask where op had asked for funny jiang cheng centric fics. I went through your list of the angsty fics (they were really good btw) and i was wondering if you had any more fics like "for what, for all but myself" by not_rude_ginger? Basically, jc-centric, angsty, long, hurt comfort. Also, no wwx/jc or jc/lwj or jc/juniors. Thanks!!

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kongthapatom · 3 years

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Our Song is the new gay anthem

I’ve been thinking a lot about the lyrics of Our Song, the montage in episode 11 and how Bad Buddy retrospectively changed the way I perceive romance. The song made PatPran become THE couple of the 21st century whose love story holds enough magic and power to nullify whatever preceded them and might possibly follow. The lyrics see Pran considering the possible definitions of love and arriving at a conclusion, only that conclusion is madly inspirational and completely startling. Let’s do a breakdown.

“If our love was a song If our story was written out to sing along What kind of a song do you think our love would be?"

The song establishes itself as a metatextual ode at first, planning on turning their love story into a timeless song and wondering what great feats of love it might boast about. Traditionally, love stories are often romanticized to talk about extraordinary things and leave us wistful for the impossible but that's also what distinguishes the ordinary stories from the ones that stand the test of time.

"Is love a beautiful world? Something of grandeur Is it a sky, a mountain, a sea, or other kind of splendor?"

The song wonders if PatPran's love story could perhaps be like those awe-inspiring love stories that have portrayed love as a force that stopped at nothing, that which the heavens have wept for, the mountains toppled for and the seas rose in fury for, or other such life-changing stories that people have fought, died and conquered the limits of nature for.

The stories we tend to remember are ones that elevate mortal romance into something miraculous and undying. Modern day love stories seldom talk about that soul-consuming kind of love. After all, doesn't love seem to be more indomitable in a time or world where the stakes are much higher and people have to fight kingdoms, gods, monsters, corrupt governments, time-traveling assassins, aliens or anything else you can imagine to exhibit the sheer power of love?

I think PatPran's love story acknowledges it isn't your typical extraordinary love story, but in doing so, it also becomes the living example of 21st century romance that has convinced the viewers of the magical nature of PatPran's love, that especially queer people have not witnessed since the inception of time.

"I've now realized what my love is about It's something small that I just can't live without"

The song goes on to dismiss the association of their love with something so grand and epic, and it is right given that this is a simple story about two boys who lived next door and fell in love. Only I see it as PatPran rejecting the definitions of love that romance has supplied us with so far and creating their own.

Naturally, all these popular love stories have had straight protagonists and though they all displayed these epic qualities, it had little resonance with the queer experience in love. It is only in recent times that romance is being written with badass, relatable queer protagonists and making up for what was lost. It isn't an exaggeration to say a lot of queer kids have grown up without inspirational examples of love that showed them they can do everything straight protagonists have been doing and so much more. PatPran are the first example of an explicitly queer love story that has given us the kind of validation straight people get everyday. Simply put, we didn't have a great example to look up to the way straight people have had dozens but PatPran just became our first and ultimate one.

The scenes chosen for the montage celebrate their love as one that is made up of seemingly insignificant memories like a childhood friend, a broken watch that will one day start ticking again, a guitar pick, a song you wrote with the person you love, a second chance with this fated one, pushing the fine line between friendship and something more, finally having the courage to follow your heart and the happiness that results from these small things because you are living your life wholeheartedly with the love of your life. These are all experiences that echo deeply with any queer person growing up in the 21st century.

But PatPran’s story embracing the small things doesn't change the fact that Bad Buddy has still managed to become an extraordinary love story and a whoppingly successful romantic comedy that certainly deserves the kind of praise and hype that has surrounded the het love stories humanity remembers. In fact it deserves much more because it has done for queer people what history has inadvertently done for cishets by perpetuating straight romance. It also showcases grand romantic moments the genre allows it to like Pat's confession on the steps, Pran's declaration via this song and the fact that this story is the queer iteration of a tale as old as time. Have we not swooned and squealed for it from start to finish the way most people would for any so-called epic romance?

This queercoded interpretation of PatPran searching for an example of a love like theirs and becoming one when they didn't find any also coincides with Pat asking Pran, "What we have now, what should we call it?" on the rooftop. It is an inherently queer sentiment a lot of us grew up with. The world has told us that the way we love was not at all the ordinary or normal way and that left a gaping question mark as to what words can be used to define a love that did justice to us. I have great news because we no longer have to listen to the nonsense anyone tells us or let queer kids grow up wondering. Pran Parakul found the answer for all of us!

"Just a love song that you need to listen to Just lyrics that are nothing new But you and I know the meaning between the lines"

These lines best embody BBS team's vision to depict PatPran's love story as something absolutely commonplace as het romance and normalize the heck out of queer relationships in doing so. With three lines, it makes up for all the queer erasure from the past and becomes a story that unconditionally belongs to us now. It proves there is no difference between queer love and what the majority of earth's population experiences. It is as ordinary as, and the same thing as what countless love songs and endless lyrics have talked about all this while. And it does that without a half-assed attempt at queer representation, or portraying queerness as the central source of conflict or their entire identity, or ending up ostracizing queer people more instead of making queer romance more mainstream.

Bad Buddy really did that! It changed everything wrong with queer storytelling so far. And this is the truth that queer people, represented by Pat and Pran in this universe have always known and fought for. The meaning between the lines where we have always been right.

"There are no perfect sweet words Just listen with your heart to find The answer I've been searching for Love is nothing else but you"

I have to admit I cry every time I hear Pran sing the line "Love is nothing else but you" to Pat. Pran concludes in plain and profound words that love is nothing else but the guy that he is in love with and he thus formulates the definition of love for queer people. Because what is love? It is nothing other than the freedom to be with the person you love and nothing else but living out our heart’s desires as our truest selves. To choose the person we love above all else and choose them to be our everything for the rest of our life. That single line personifies entire lifetimes of queer sentiment. Though others have tried to define it, PatPran’s definition is the most impressive definition that we connected with and felt represented by so far.

In conclusion, Our Song is truly a significant song that summarizes their relationship and shows us happy endings are possible in real life. If that is not proof of magic for queer people, then what is? I’m not sure if we can convince everyone on this planet to watch this love story and listen to this song but I promise to not stop until PatPran have become a queer household name. Bad Buddy has done way too much for us to not keep its legacy alive.

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BBS: Deconstructing the Entire Series (Part 1 of 13)

I’ve talked about ranking all 12 BBS episodes for a while now, but when I sat down to actually do it, I discovered it was mission impossible. One of those easier said than done situations. I started and stopped so many times, it wasn’t a pretty sight; there was lots of head-banging against my desk and sobbing. So instead, I am going to take a different approach and hopefully achieve the same results of what I was aiming to do with the rankings.

Welcome to my deep dive into each episode where I break down character motives, P’Aof’s delivery, and general poetic waxing of all things BBS. Basically, a scene-by-scene recap with commentary from me, your friendly neighborhood commentator. Or more candidly, I have lots to say about this show (yes, still) and desperately need an outlet to say them, so this is me unloading my thoughts. But charthanry, there’s only 12 episodes, why is this Part 1 of 13? Ah, stick around to find out, she says not at all ominously.

Episode One: The Feud, the Fist Bump, and an Old Watch (or AKA the best pilot episode of any BL ever—no bias, okay maybe some bias)

The Reunion (Or let me drop kick you in the chest by way of saying hello).

We open with Pran literally knocking Pat off his feet via a blinding kick to the heart; Pat never even saw it coming. Pran came for him like an assassin in the night, quiet without announcement or fanfare and Pat was a goner before he even knew what was happening. This is keen foreshadowing and not very subtle at that. We see what you’re doing show and we approve.

Immediately after this, the two cast eyes on each other for the first time since their separation. We see a flicker of something in Pran’s expression, more than mere recognition, it’s a You? Why is it you? Here of all places and Pat’s response You! What are you doing here? They stare at each other unblinking and unable to look away. And deny it as much as they want but this first re-glimpse of each other is super charged, so much so that all the credit score bureaus just saw a jump in activity at this very scene.

And this, gang, is how we first meet our star-crossed lovers. Just look at their faces and tell me this quote doesn’t apply:

Sometimes I wonder if love is worth fighting for. But then I look at you and know I’m ready for war.

They then introduce us to each other. This is Pran the son of a family of copy-cats and this is fierced-eyed Pat, doesn’t he look like a cheater like my mom said? Only it all sounds rote like they were taught to say, and memorize, this spiel from a time long ago. We’re also given a peek at the parents in a silly flashback montage, and we think to ourselves, you call this a feud? I’ve seen better reasons to fight on any city housewives show. Before either boy can show their hands, they are conveniently interrupted by Professor Pichai who apparently doesn’t have anything better to do than to round up evildoers.

We learn that this whole skirmish began with a foul middle finger and the entire fandom pops a blood vessel due to our collective eye roll. Pran is shown as trying to be outwardly detached from Wai’s predicament. Don’t involve me in your mess. Just stay away from the Engineers until this blows over. When deep down we know he’s slowly spiraling Why is Pat here? What am I going to do with this information? And why does he have to look SO F*CKING GOOD after all this time? Damn him, that asshole. Pran we hardly knew ye, welcome to the first day of the rest of your life.

The screen then flips to Pat’s side of the introspection parade where we see he’s very much living up to his fierce eyes moniker by staring intently off into space, deep in thought. He’s obviously thinking of Pran and how he just managed to meander back into his life, without an RSVP, heads up or smoke signal at that. The nerve!

Pat joins the rest of his wolf pack who are determined to finish the job they started. Korn, wearing the first of many colorful windbreakers, asks Pat who was that last guy? Does he know him? And here Pat makes the curious decision to act like he and Pran don’t have a shared history. Interesting. The friends continue to stir shit by coming up with a plan to jump Wai at their next opportunity, but Pat, now with something to lose, says that they already got in good hits and that should be enough (again, interesting Pat). But then they show him the all-powerful tool of social media taunting and he’s swayed. Pat, you’re better than this.

The Trashbin Showdown (Or I low-key just want to show you how bendy I am for reasons I'm not ready to address).

That night outside their houses we see their first interaction without any gawking friends, complete with layered words and a ridiculous battle of the trashbins. And like Pran, we too want to unsee the way Pat licked that chocolate ice cream from his lips. And also like Pran, we'll save that little tongue action to replay later, alone. Insults are thrown as are some muscular calves and sandaled feet at these poor unsuspecting red and yellow bins. This is the moment where we learn the feud is just as ridiculous as the family montage made it out to be and that our boys are half-heartedly playing to their roles and going along with it.

After losing a fight with a stubborn trashbin, Pat returns to his room where Pa extracts a promise from him to not give Pran a hard time because of reasons. We see Pat barely putting up an argument before surrendering to Pa’s request. By chance, Pat spots a freshly showered half-naked Pran out of his window and ogles him in a not at all gay way. Though if this were a cartoon, Pat’s bulging eyes would be accompanied by a blaring AH-OOGA horn, of that I’m certain. Pran catches him staring and proceeds to end the peep show, saying this ain’t free sir. You need a ticket to ride all of THIS. (And.. I just made it weird, didn’t I? Huh. I’m strangely okay with it.)

Pran finally dons a shirt much to our disappointment and pulls out an old memory box. From it, he takes out a simple black watch. We won’t know its significance until later, but a flashback shows us that this watch was given to Pran by none other than rival neighbor Pat when they were young, prepubescent boys. We watch as Pran smiles softly at this (forgotten? I think not) watch and our minds are piqued as are our hearts. Why the smile, Pran? Thinking back to a time long ago or something more? (Spoiler: it’s both).

This isn’t stalking, I’m merely watching you because my eyes won’t look anywhere else. Blame my eyes, not me.

It’s a new day and Pat and his merry men are scheming as they look upon their prey. Pat has lasered in on Pran and tells his posse that he doesn’t want to get anyone else involved. He’s accused of being noble by Korn who wonders where his badass friend has gone. The boys break apart with their assignments to follow and observe, phone cameras at the ready should shit go down.

Pat chooses to glue himself to Pran because of his promise to Pa or so he tells himself, but we all know better. Welcome, Pat, to your first day of never being able to look anywhere else but at Pran. There’s a whole club and everything, and we just made you, our President. Congrats, sir. Your new business cards are in the mail.

How gorgeous is Pran? Can anyone fault Pat for his inability to look elsewhere? Look at that pen in his shoulder holster. Spicy.

They both wind up in the music room where an impromptu jam session disguised as trying to one up each other happens. Boys, just admit that you missed making music together, no need for the charades. Pat is SO amazing at his tailing assignment that he manages to lose track of Pran as soon as they leave the music room. Just follow your nose, puppy.

Pran ends up cornered by Pat’s dumbass friends where his inner Bruce Lee comes out and he takes on all three of them at the same time. The fighting sequence here is like Westley (of the Princess Bride fame) fending off Larry, Curly, and Moe. And wow, the three stooges aside, Pran is all kinds of hot here, especially when we know he’s more a mediator than a fighter. There’s something really, really attractive about the quiet ones not backing down when they’re pushed in a corner. A doormat, Pran is not. Pran proves to be a worthy foe, but outnumbered he still is. So he does the smart thing and scrams. Only to run into a waiting Pat on the way.

Hands, touching Pran. If this is supposed to be torture, then give me all you’ve got.

Pat grabs Pran and tucks them into a tight space made for two away from prying eyes. Here, we’re gifted with the first of many I’m going to put my hand over your mouth so be quiet unless you want us to be found out moments of the show. It’s a direct challenge but also so damn HOT. This first touch here paves the way for many others throughout the series. Because Pran ALLOWS it. We all know that Pran could very easily shove Pat away if he wanted to. What’s outing their location and a few bruises by Korn and the gang if it means he doesn’t have to be thisclose to Pat? We also know that Pat would never let those bruises happen anyway, so yes, Pran ALLOWS Pat to cover his mouth, holding him in place. Did I already say it’s HOT y’all, because it is and it deserves repeating.

Time seems to slow down and Pran’s eyes are huge saucers, we don’t blame you Pran, the proximity is intoxicating. We feel it, too. The camera pans to Pat and we see that he’s also not unaffected. The two hold eye contact, neither blinking, in this overheated stare down. It’s like a sexy, intense staring contest that I never want to end. Can I just live inside this moment forever? I ask as the entire fandom fans ourselves and each other from all the HEAT these boys are exuding. Pran is probably thinking Why are you doing this to me? Please, I can’t take it. But we’re not sure if it’s a please stop or please don’t you dare stop.

The coast is finally clear (too soon! we say) and Pran emphatically and roughly pushes Pat away (overcompensate much, my guy?) and they’re conveniently picked up by Pa who happens to be driving by at the exact right time.

Back in Pat’s dorm room, Pa reiterates his promise to her about leaving Pran alone and she hilariously asks him if he’s a student or a gangster when he whines about maintaining his reputation. She then leaves him to ponder his lot in life. We get a scene of Pat fiercely eyeing his folded laundry as if it holds the answers.

I may be young still, but I’ve discovered sleeveless tees and have invested in its future stock.

We learn via flashback that a young Pran, without hesitation, despite being taught to hate, dived in to save Pa from a near drowning incident while Pat looked on helplessly. Pran drops his watch in all the confusion and Pat picks it up with the intent to return it to him later. This flashback is important and carries with it heavy implications for the boys’ tentative friendship from this point forward.

Back at Pran’s house, Pat has snuck into his room, and we are treated to the second incident of my hand is covering your mouth so don’t make a sound. And damn, it’s still very hot and over too quickly but also what a noticeably big hand it is. Large enough for some very uh, interesting choke-play if one were into that sort of thing (which Pran is, I guarantee it). Evidenced by all the times Pran grabs Pat by the neck. What??? I’m just sayin’, it’s RIGHT THERE. We all have our kinks, so no judgement here. Pran doesn’t know what to do as Pat sits himself on his bed, and decides he needs space so sits as far away as possible. (Oh, Pran, we feel you on this.)

After much back and forth on what to do about the Wai situation with neither willing to back down, Pran uses that big brain of his and concocts a plan wherein they both get what they want. And we get our first truce and fist bump.

The next day, things are going according to plan, and we learn that Pran can play his friends like a fiddle. Pat, however, underestimates the dumbassery of his and an unintentional brawl breaks out. We are treated to some very amusing fake fighting between our leads. With Pat claiming that only he has the rights to hit Pran thereby protecting him from all the others. Pat, our unsung hero. Who needs a cape when you can soar in a muscle tee? There’s probably less wind resistance, too. So, a win-win, both for our eyes and aerodynamics. Hey, I’m not here to argue with science.

Inexplicably a fire alarm goes off when a random dude’s head taps against it? Okayyy, show. Note, we never see this rando again, so I guess he’s served his purpose? Either that or setting off the fire alarm WITH HIS HEAD really did a pyschological number on him. I don’t make the rules.

At the sounding alarm, everyone scatters in different directions. Pat and Pran manage to end up in the same alley together and both agree that even though it didn’t go exactly as planned, they both got what they wanted so they’re calling off the dogs. Thus, truce number two is proffered to be sealed with a fist bump, but before Pran can reciprocate with his own fist, they’re interrupted by Professor Pichai yet again. Seriously, does he not have like a class to teach or something? Or friends? Or hobbies? A life in general? I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s known as Professor McCreeperstein in the student circle.

I’m sitting far apart from you though my eyes still can’t look anywhere else.

That evening our boys run into each other at the pharmacy where Pran buys the last tube of bruise cream (from our beloved P’Aof!) and shares it with Pat. We learn that Professor Pichai McCreeperstein has laid down the law stating that if their two faculties are caught fighting again, he won’t be lenient. He entrusts the two faculty presidents to make sure everyone keeps their noses clean.

The boys discuss how to keep their two factions apart when Pran smoothly suggests they exchange contacts to keep tabs on each other. (Yes! Pran! You suave dimpled Don Giovanni). We’re treated to a ridiculous exchange wherein neither boy wants to be the first to add the other to their friends list. Pat reveals his username is Pat-the-Unruly-God-haha and Pran comments that Pat is such a kid (you say the words, but we know you are smitten at the adorableness that is Pat so don’t even try to front, sir). Pran then suggests they both add each other at the same time only to pull a Charlie Brown football away from Pat at the very last second. And Pat’s smile in response is just...heart clenchingly beautiful.

The smile that could set hearts aflame, end epidemic hunger, and give life to a dying sea monkey to go on living another hundred years.

And it’s this exact moment that we truly understand you, Pran. How can anyone expect you to resist? This might be Pat’s first genuine smile aimed at Pran. Let’s take a moment to oooh and ahhh and give it the admiration it deserves. The smile that is all boy with the first whispers of the man he almost is swimming on the edges. And, like Pran, we want to be there every step of the way to see him grow into this amazing person we all know he’s on the way to becoming. We are soft for him too, so we get it, Pran.

Pat laughs off Pran’s ruse and says he’s taking off in search of ice cream. What? And deny us (and Pran) the pleasure of watching you eat it? Cruel boy.

It’s love, your honor. I would like to submit into the record exhibit #451 as evidence.

Pran watches Pat leave and the smile on his face when no one is there to catch him is just so telling. Oh, Pran. He then changes Pat’s contact on his phone to “just a friend” and stares after Pat some more. Though by now he’s probably gone with the wind, Pran continues to stare at the space Pat used to occupy and doesn’t that just grab you ever so tightly and refuse to let you go? Nanon plays this moment so, so well. So soft, this yearning, and so unassuming. All pretenses gone as he sits by himself, replaying the earlier exchange with Pat.

With some clever editing, we’re now back in Pran’s dorm room where he pulls out the infamous watch and studies it. We are then shown a flashback of young Pat sneaking into Pran’s room to return the watch in question. The parallel of Pat placing his hand over Pran’s mouth and shushing him as a callback to earlier in the episode is just so incredibly well done here. We’re shown that this isn’t something new between them.

Young Pat considers his errand of returning the watch to its owner as them being even, but young Pran doesn’t buy-in and extracts a debt from Pat instead. Smart boy. And thus, a tentative friendship is built. Then young Pat goes and ruins it by telling Pran to avoid talking to him when others are around in case they’re mistaken as buddies. Oh, Pat. You stupid, clueless boy. We watch as both young and older Pran look at the watch intently.

I look fondly at this symbolic gift you’ve returned to me. For no reason other than I like having a reminder of you close to me.

Our Pran makes the conscious decision to put on the watch and smiles softly at it sitting on his wrist - as if it was always meant to be there - a phantom part of him that went missing. And it’s only now with Pat resurfacing in his life that he has the desire to wear it again. And knowing what we know now that this watch will never again leave his wrist, the entire fandom declares ourselves protectors of Pran. There’s a secret handshake and everything. We meet every other Monday or as we like to dub it, Pranday. Our sweet, soft boy, we will all hold hands and form a safety bubble around you.

More clever editing brings us to Pat walking down his hallway towards his dorm, idly eating the last of his ice cream, only to be followed by Pran minutes later headed towards the same direction. And this is when we learn that our boys are in fact neighbors with dorm rooms opposite each other. The episode ends on Pran entering his room and a close up of his smiley door tag. The show is telling us to buckle in for HAPPENINGS as the screen fades to black.

This concludes the best Thai BL first episode ever and I wholeheartedly stand behind this statement. What a fun and amazing start to our journey. This episode laid the foundation for our story and showcased the incredible framework P’Aof and his team have created. It also gave us a delicious taste of OhmNanon’s scorching chemistry and hinted at why it had to be the two of them for these roles.

We learn that though the family rivalry runs deep, our boys were already skirting around it at a young age. That Pran’s feelings for Pat didn’t just appear out of nowhere or come suddenly, it is deep-rooted and formed long ago. This isn’t a story about insta-love or falling at first sight. These are feelings that have developed over time, evolving from a lingering look here, an accidental touch there. Pran has seen all the good, bad, and ugly of Pat, yet still... longs for him. We don’t see his struggles of coming to terms with his feelings because he's ALREADY BEEN THROUGH IT, long ago, we just weren’t around to witness it.

I won’t go so far as to say he felt things as a 9-year-old, but there were already early doubts of why should I hate this boy? What has he ever done that warrants that hatred? What if I can’t bring myself to hate him? And we see him riding his bike showing up where Pat and Pa are, hopeful olive branch extended, to play together. He probably saw from his window, Pat and Pa take off on their bikes and jumped on his to quietly follow. Our hearts ache for this lonely, friend-starved Pran who hasn’t yet started repressing his desire for Pat’s friendship.

We watch Pran dive in to save Pa, unbidden, and Pat’s reaction to this is to push him aside from his own guilt of not jumping in to save her himself. We see Pran scoff at the nerve of this boy, but if we look closely, we can also pinpoint the exact moment when Pat’s opinion of Pran changes from the neigborhood kid that he’s supposed to stay away from to something else that he can’t yet name.

We see more of the same when young Pat returns Pran’s watch. He’s surprised by Pat’s appearance in his room, but not put off by it. He doesn’t push him away instead takes a step back, unsure, but open to hearing what Pat has to say. We see him extending the “debt” because he wants Pat to owe him, to be tied to him, it’s him saying you can’t get rid of me that easily. And the bravery of this Pran? Unmatched. Except only by the older Pran we meet later.

And it’s the same still, years later when Pat once again sneaks into Pran’s room and covers his mouth with his hand. This Pran still isn’t put off by Pat being in his space. He still shows signs of uncertainty, sits himself far away from Pat, but remains open to what Pat has to say. Pran has never been immune to Pat, even during the times when he convinces himself to keep him at arm’s length. Pat only needs to show up for Pran to give in to his base desire to be near him.

This episode also introduced the two friend groups. We are made to side with Wai who is painted as a victim of nonsensical bullying (over a middle finger?! c’mon) and we’re supposed to ridicule Korn and his crew for unreasonably prolonging a senseless squabble. Our very own Mercutio and Tybalt, only more...pasty? I’m looking at you, Wai.

The pacing of this episode was a quick whirlwind where every scene felt necessary. The show did an amazing job of using flashbacks to flesh out our characters’ back stories and hint at where they are going. Additionally, the use of flashbacks was well placed, never jarring, and meticulously chosen, we are shown only what we need to know, no more or less. Nothing felt gratuitous or out of place. Moreover, the flashbacks were told in a non-linear way, which is creative storytelling at its finest, in that we are given pieces out of order that only later come together to form a full picture. I’m also a huge fan of employing scenes where characters share the same memories and we’re shown both perspectives via separate flashbacks. Just masterful editing choices and storytelling here.

I’ve already mentioned the clever editing of the end of the episode, but it bears repeating. The show knew it wanted to end on the reveal that our boys are dorm neighbors, but right before that, they hit us with the watch and Pran’s soft smile. This is to remind us that throughout all of the school fighting and family rivalry, this show is, at its core, a love story. One that is already long in the making judging by Pran’s expressions on the steps of the pharmacy and while putting on the watch. As an audience, we are dropped right in the middle of the story and not at the beginning. It’s P’Aof and his team trusting that they’ve provided us with everything that we need to be deeply invested in these boys and their journey towards each other.

This show. Man. It is just THAT good. This pilot episode sets the benchmark for the rest of the series and like Pat from the outset, we are all clutching our hearts completely done for.

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And that, friends, is my deconstruction of BBS EP1. Thank you so much for reading and reliving episode one with me. Next up, mistaken identities and ensuing hijinks collide in EP2! See you then.

**Edited to add that Part 2 is now available!

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dimplesandfierceeyes · 2 years

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top 5 bad buddy writers? you’re one of mine 💗

Wow, you guys just went straight in with the easy ones, huh? Honestly, this is such a difficult question because there are so many amazing writers out there in the bb fandom and I haven't been able to read anywhere near as much fic as I'd like the last few months because I've had so many other things going on but there's definitely a few writers I know will always deliver no matter what.

snickerdoodlles - or @thecookiemonster77 - I love the way they're able to set a scene so effortless, no matter where its canon fic or an au, just a few lines is all they need to open up that world fully for you. To say I am extremely envious is an understatement haha! My favourite fic of theirs is probably dimples can always lie - I am always down for PatPran assassin domestic shenanigans

wujicore - or @pranpatsocool - I love their Pran POV, they're really able to inhabit his character and crack open his heart. Add that to the soft, poetic turns of phrase, their writing always makes me think of sitting beside a babbling stream. My favourite fic has got to be am I moth to your flame? - it is a heart-aching moment of high school Pran composing Just Friends? with Pat

Faillen - @faillen - Faillen, Faiilen, Faillen, what can I say? They know just how to envelope you in a story, how to bury you so deeply into a character's psyche you almost become them. My favourite fic of theirs is Your Voice in My Ear (Your Space in My Bed) - it's a spicy one but I love the way they bring in the difficulties both Pat and Pran have in a long-distance relationship, how even miles apart they try to account for each other's needs and of course showcase they're A+ communication skills (in more ways than one ;))

unsungyellowraincoat - or @isaksbestpillow - truly poetry as prose, no word is wasted and the imagery makes even the simplest moment into an artwork. My favourite fic is a tough one to choose but I think Keeps me warm wins out - the perfect missing scene for after the boys are outed.

illicitly - they have such a lyrical, pared back style, all short paragraphs that say so much and their focus on character is always incredibly compelling. My favourite fic of theirs is definitely you don't know (it's breaking my heart) - Pat's POV of the rooftop kiss, truly stunning

Ahhhh you have no idea how long it took me to come up with this list, I just kept wanting to add more and more, but I also know I've not read that many fics. Let me know some of your guys' favourites too so I can check them out if I've unknowingly been sleeping on them!

#my top 5 #asks #bad buddy #bad buddy fanfiction #also thank you for saying I was one of your faves!!

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Jean Rabel Massacre - Haiti

23 jiyè 1987, pi gwo masak peyizan ki fèt nan istwa Ayiti komanse nan zòn Jean Rabel, nan nòdwes. Anviwon 139 peyizan te mouri e nou pa menm konnen kombyen ki te blese anba men brigad ak makout ki tap swiv lòd ak jwenn kòb nan men oligak Rémy Lucas ak lòt grandon tankou Jean-Michel Richardson ak Nicol Poitevien.

Jean Rabel Massacre - Wikipedia

The Jean-Rabel massacre took place in Haiti on 23 July 1987, near the town of Jean-Rabel.[1] At least 139 people were killed (one of the self-proclaimed assassins claimed 1042). It was carried out by "paramilitary groups led by macoutes and acting upon the alleged orders from a local land oligarch, Rémy Lucas".[1] Several days earlier Henri Namphy had visited the area and "publicly supported the Lucas family and their rights to the land they claimed".[1] Many of the dead were members of the Tet Ansamn land reform group.[2]

Jean Rabel Massacre commemorated with outcry and excuses | In Haiti Progres, This Week in Haiti, Vol. 16, no. 19, 29 July - 4 August 1998

Named mentioned and accused according to Haitian peasants

Remy Lucas [Perpetrator]

Remy Lucas te pran tèt yon bann asasen pou t al boule 15 kay ti peyizan nan Gwosab, jete rekòt yo epi detwi plantasyon yo, jou ki te 9 me 1986. Menm jou a, ak dòt zakolit li, Remy Lucas te antre kay Ekip Misyonè a nan Bouk Janrabèl kote li ta pral sasinen yon manm Ekip la ki te gen tan chape erezman.

Jean Michel Richardson [Perpetrator]

Nou pa bliye 27 Dawou 1986 lè anbasad meriken tal mennen ankèt sou Gwoupman TET ANSANM ak Ekip Misyonè a nan Janrabèl, sou demann grandon yo, pi espesyalman sou demand Jan Michèl Richadsonn, dapre deklarasyon yon anplwaye anbasad ameriken, David Lee, li menm te fè.

Nicol Poitevien [Perpetrator]

Nicol Poitevien claims that Jean-Marie Vincent and his missionary team are inventing accusations against him and the Lucas family, in this case concerning food aid and Poitevien's truck that was carrying goods from Jean Rabel to Port-au-Prince.

[RADIO HAITI ARCHIVES]

Jean Rabel: Rémy Lucas and Jean-Michel Richardson, date unknown 1987

Interview with Rémy Lucas (local oligarch) and Jean-Michel Richardson on their roles in and perceptions of the violence in Gros Sable on February 17, 1987. Lucas and Richardson dismiss allegations that they were responsible for the burning of peasant houses in Gros Sable or any of the events in the Jean Rabel area. They insist that they never had a problem with anybody — they are the victims and that the real blame lies with the “missionary team” of Father Jean-Marie Vincent, who was organizing local peasants to claim their rights and land through the Tèt Ansanm movement. It is not the peasants’ fault, they say, because they are being poorly guided. Lucas and Richardson claim, variously, that Father Vincent is corrupt, that he’s only claiming to do things for the peasants but is in fact profiting, that he’s done a few good works but that it’s been insufficient, that he’s responsible for the introduction of ill-suited North American pigs to Haiti (via his work with Caritas), and that the missionaries personally burned down Richardson’s factory and therefore only increased poverty and hunger in the area by depriving people of their jobs. Lucas and Richardson claim that Father Vincent is not acting as a priest should, that he is creating disunity rather than unity and dividing the community. They defend the reputation of Nicol Poitevien, another powerful local landowner, denying that he was a Macoute. Richardson likewise says he was never a Macoute himself: he was in government, but he never had the “soul” of a Macoute. Lucas claims that he is part of a new, more open generation of the Lucas family. He hedges when asked how much land his family really owns, and says that the peasants have cut down most of the trees on it, anyway. Interview Konpè Filo.

Jan Rabel - Radio Haiti - Start at 5:00 - 17 Fevrier 1987

Peasants from Gros sable speak up about the events of Febuary 1987. They warn the population that there are people to save and massacres still happening. Jean Marie Vincent, a Haitian priest says that this is revenge for the peasants having taken their land back (rightfully, as they are the people’s land). He states that they then invented the fable that peasants were stealing land to warrant burning 17 of their properties. He also says that the peasants’ appeal was going to be brought to court, - something wealthy landowners did not like. They are blaming the members of Gwoupman Tet Ansanm, group from which survivors state they are being attacked for their organizing. They name Remy Lucas and Poitevien as perpetrators, and denote a strategic effort to drown them further into poverty. There’s a Kat Klat (?) syndicate, who is said to have used their power with the church to massacre peasants and then blame it on the Gwoupman Tet Ansanm - even though they all saw the crime scene and investigated it alongside the church. Jean Marie adds that the peasants warned people In Port de Paix, (see Jeunes Etudiants Chrétiens (JEC) Port-de-Paix anonse yap bay ekip misyonè ak manm Tèt Ansanm sipò, e yap denonse rejim makout la.- 11 Juillet 1987) and had been organizing since 1986 to prevent further murders.

“ Mezanmi, ala pwopagandis yo fò, se pa teknik ak ladrès ki manke yo ! Yo vle fè inosan pase pou kriminèl, pandan y ap chache fè asasen yo pase pou inosan ! Yo fè ekspre, yo fè kòmkwa yo pa konnen si masak 23 jiyè 1987 la se te aboutisman yon bann ak pakèt agresyon, entimidasyon, konplo ak atak vyolan grandon, Lame Dayiti, sèten sektè reyaksyonè nan legliz katolik ak pwotestan, nan sendika jòn KAT KLAT ak yon ti ponyen jounalis k ap defann movèz kòz t ap mitonnen san rete kont Gwoupman Tèt Ansanm ak Ekip Misyonè Janrabèl la, pran depi 9 me 1986 rive 23 jiyè 1987.“

SOURCE (20 an apre masak Jan Rabel la)

Different accounts show that some peasants were hired and given the position and power of a makout, just to kill other peasants, as desired by wealthy landowners and sectors of the Church.

July 28, 1987, two members of Tèt Ansanm who had survived the massacre made their way to Port-au-Prince and spoke with Michèle Montas on the air at Radio Haiti:

“It was a group of landowners that organized it, in La Montagne [in the commune of Jean Rabel],” explained Anne Jean-Louis. “They paid people 10 or 15 gourdes, to organize them to kill people…. [The landowners] are hiding behind them, they’re hiding themselves to send those people out to fight for them.”

Noland Métayer described what had happened.

We went to go see our fellow peasants in La Montagne, near La Reserve. We were going to have a meeting between peasant and peasant. We were going to hold a demonstration. We came in solidarity with our brothers. But when we arrived, they didn’t accept being together with us. From the moment we appeared, we didn’t even have the chance to explain why we’d come. They began to attack us, to throw rocks at us, shoot bullets at us, shoot rifles. And that’s when everyone became afraid. There were four people who got shot, they got hurt, they died – I believe of the four who were shot, we only saw one. The others, they disappeared. After that, when we saw that we had come in friendship and they hadn’t accepted it, we turned to leave, and that’s when they ganged up on us, they cornered us on a path, they joined up with the Macoutes from Jean Rabel… They formed their brigades. They blocked a bunch of people on the path, they forced them to go to Jean Rabel. And there were a lot of other people who were hurt, who had broken bones, and they thought that in the town of Jean Rabel they would be safe. So they tried to get to Jean Rabel. But when they got to Jean Rabel, that’s where they really massacred them. They put them in prison, they put some in the hospital. But even in the hospital, they weren’t safe. The Macoutes, all those people, they entered freely whenever they wanted. They were threatening them, they were putting lots of pressure on them, and they told them that whenever a single one of them was released, they’d be watching them, and they’d be eliminated nonetheless. They are going to die nonetheless. All those people…” his voice trailed off. Anne Jean-Louis described in harrowing detail her escape from the massacre.

I pulled myself together not to sleep on the street, I didn’t want to sleep at someone else’s house. If someone came and found me sleeping on their porch, they could beat me and I could die badly. I had already almost died. I managed to sleep in a corner of the hospital, on the ground behind a toilet.” Her brother Fadiné, also a member of Tèt Ansanm, was arrested. “They took him, they wounded him to the point that he was in the hospital. I tried to see him, then. Everyone was worried. They were already saying I’d been killed, that I wasn’t among the living anymore. They thought I was dead, and when they saw me on Friday they were shocked. As for Fadiné, he was inside the hospital, and there was no security. They were asking for members of the gwoupman in both the hospital and the prison. They blamed them for everything…. Their lives are in danger. They can’t sleep. People say there was a massacre on July 23, but that’s only when it started. It lasted Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. They kept killing people.” In the interview, Anne Jean-Louis said she had last seen her brother in the hospital. She wanted to know what had become of him, but she was afraid that if she reappeared, she would be arrested and killed.

“Many ostracized peasants became makouts or regime loyalists to renegotiate their disempowered status. After experiencing decades of political marginalization, many became attracted to the makout militia as a means to achieve self-realization in the Duvalier years. “Perhaps the most significant result of Duvalier's revolution,'' observed the historian David Nicholls, "will turn out to be the sense which was given to the mass of the peasants that they were really citizens and that what they did was important.” He continued, “If people are told 4 often enough that they are important, they may begin to believe it."3 Many peasants bought into the promises of the regime and joined the makout militia to defend their individual and communal interests. Peasants formed the bulk of Duvalier’s unpaid militia; they were what Michel-Rolph Trouillot referred to as "a consenting army of volunteers…because for the first time they were becoming citizens––acknowledged members of the nation. [SOURCE]

“If you’re mobilizing poor peasants to assert their rights, you aren’t going to make certain big families who have held political and economic power for more than forty years very happy, because they’re going to lose certain advantages, they’re not going to find workers to come and work their fields for only one or two gourdes [a few cents] anymore… They find that people are a little ‘disrespectful’ now, they find people aren’t docile anymore. The peasants have become a little too enlightened, and they say, ‘You, you’ve taken the blindfold of the peasants’ eyes.’ They don’t like that kind of work, obviously. They call that kind of work communism.” - Father Marie Vincent

Father Marie Vincent

A Roman Catholic priest who once saved the life of the Rev. Jean-Bertrand Aristide, the fellow cleric who was later elected Haiti's President, was killed by automatic-weapon fire late Sunday a few feet from his order's house. The Rev. Jean-Marie Vincent, 49, the leader of a grass-roots peasant movement in Haiti's remote northwestern district, was a close friend of Father Aristide, now in exile after being ousted in a 1991 military coup. A priest in Father Vincent's order, the Congregation of Montfortin Fathers, said he was killed by unidentified gunmen in a jeep about 8:30 P.M. as he waited in a heavy rainstorm for a gate to be opened into the courtyard of the order's house.

Inter-Actualités Magazine, Special Report on Jean Rabel: Land Ownership, Anti-Communism, the Catholic Church, and Rumors, 16 August 1987

Three weeks after the massacre at Jean Rabel, the independent media is still forbidden to visit the area, so Jean Dominique sits with Michèle Pierre-Louis (who had recently visited the region as part of Mission Alpha) and agronomist Chavannes Jean-Baptiste (the founder of the Peasant Movement of Papaye) to discuss the aftermath of the massacre and the factors underpinning it. Pierre-Louis observes a great deal of hostility toward Jean-Marie Vincent and his missionary team among the peasants of Lacoma. But this hostility is the product of intentional strategy, one that the local landowners adopted when Tèt Ansanm’s ideology called into question existing social structure.

These landowners — threatened by the possibility of losing their traditional power amid post-Duvalier political change — have manipulated the peasants of the Jean Rabel area, pitting them against one another, currying favor with certain groups of peasants with promises of land redistribution and favoritism. They have created a situation, in Jean-Baptiste’s words, in which the “little dog eats the little dog, poor peasants are killing poor peasants just like themselves.” According to Jean-Baptiste, the landowners and their allies (including certain radio stations and the traditional Catholic Church) have been part of a misinformation campaign, accusing Jean-Marie Vincent of being a communist, creating a climate of fear in which peasants believe that communists are going to seize their land, homes, and possessions. Divisions within the Catholic Church — between the traditional, reactionary Church hierarchy and the “ti legliz” preaching liberation theology and promoting the rights of the poor dispossessed peasantry – are also responsible for the massacre, and, according to Jean-Baptiste, the Church should be held responsible. Interview Jean Dominique.

Cartoon from Tèt Kole’s 1989 pamphlet commemorating the Jean Rabel massacre. Peasant farmers plan to cut down the tree of injustice and oppression with the axe of liberation. (Source: Radio Haïti Inter paper archive)

Gwoupman tèt ansanm

Tèt Ansanm would later change its name to Tèt Ansanm Ti Peyizan Ayisyen, after it was no longer directly affiliated with the Catholic NGO Caritas.)

In July 1987, for example, peasant members of the Gwoupman Tèt Ansanm (GTA) in the northwest were victims of a violent conflict that came to be known as the Jean-Rabel Massacre. Leaders of GTA, including the radical leftist Père Vincent, portrayed the massacre as a result of a political attack led by former Duvalierists, local landed elites, and tonton makouts who were attempting to suppress popular movements in the northwest. Although originating from state- sponsored peasant councils that included a number of makouts, GTA, by the post-Duvalier period, grew into a leftist organization and opposed landed aristocrats and state predation. They were known for seizing elite-owned land, for occupying tax offices to stop unfair taxation, and for thwarting court judgments against peasants. [source]

TÈT KOLE

Works with the smallest peasants, not even the medium-sized ones, because even within the peasant sector, enemies of the peasant use middle peasants to attack other peasants. We are organising for life, for survival, to move from absolute poverty to social change. Most of the peasants we work with are land-less. They either sell their labour or work as share-croppers. They have no decent housing, no schools for their children, poor health conditions. Both their social and their economic situations are extremely fragile. So our work is in popular education and consciousness-raising so that these small peasants can see the real root of their problems, analyse the causes, and come to demand that the state resolve these problems. The state offers them no services—no potable water, very few schools or health clinics, (and those there are in very bad shape), inadequate roads, no technical support for agricultural production, no electricity in many areas, no means of communication. Tèt Kole was born in this context.

« Konstitisyon se papye, bayonèt se fè »

. “Constitution is paper, bayonet is iron”

Remember, the United States had a perpetual goal to rid Latin America of Communism! * this is from the 1970’s.

Objectives (as stated in NSSM-70)

“Our objectives are to:

(1) Ensure that Haiti does not become a hostile military base under Communist control threatening the security of the U.S. (e.g., Cuban missile crisis).

(2) Prevent, to the extent politically feasible, Haiti from becoming a base or haven for subversion,anti-U.S. attitudes, extremism, and racism in the Caribbean.

(3) Protect U.S. lives.” - NSC Interdepartmental Group/Inter-American Affairs : Contingency Study for Haiti [Reviewed December, 1971]

« Okenn moun ki gen bon sans epi ki onèt pa kapab bliye imaj Nikòl Pwatvyen ki t ap bat lestomak an triyonfatè nan Televisyon Nasyonal pou te devwale san li pat rann li kont, veritab planifikatè ak òganizatè masak la. San okenn jèn, li te deklare ak kè kontan : « Nou menm nan kan ameriken an, nou tchwe 1042 kominis ! » »

Source: MESAJ DIREKSYON NASYONAL TET KOLE TI PEYIZAN AYISYEN NAN OKAZYON VENTYÈM ANIVÈSÈ MASAK TI PEYIZAN JANRABÈL AK BOCHAN YO

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Achiv masak Jan Rabel, 8 an aprè. J.J. Dominique

Alternative Title:

Les archives du massacre de Jean Rabel, huit ans après. J.J. Dominique || - Jean Rabel massacre archives, eight years later. J.J. Dominique || -

Radyo Ayiti fè yon rapèl sou masak Jan Rabel epi difize kèk ekstrè sonò Radyo Ayiti fè an 1987. Li gen ladan l yon manm ekip misyonè Jan Rabel k ap mande otorite yo ede viktim yo, kout lambi Tèt Kole te fè anvan masak la pete, epi yon viktim reskape ki dekri sa li te viv li menm epi ki mande otorite yo vin ede lòt moun ki poko mouri yo. Repòtaj J.J. Dominique.

Radio Haiti remembers the Jean Rabel massacre on the eighth anniversary and revisits their broadcasts from 1987. Includes a member of the missionary team in Jean Rabel calling on authorities to aid the victims of the massacre, Tèt Kole's "kout lambi" (call to action) that preceded the massacre, and the testimony of a member of Tèt Kole describing what she experienced and asking the authorities to help the other survivors. Report by J.J. Dominique.

Komemorasyon masak peyizan Janrabèl ak Mawotyè yo!

Yè 1987- 23 jiyè 2017, 30 lane depi atoufè sanfwanilwa te mare sosis yo ak grandon sou konplisite kèk otorite nan leta a pou yo etenn souf plis pase plizyè santèn ti peyizan ayisyen nan depatman Nòdwès la. Espesyalman nan komin Janrabèl, kote peyizan yo te òganize yo nan yon regwoupman, yo te rele : Tèt Ansanm, pou yo te mande tè pou yo travay, non sèlman kòm gwoup moun ki makònen ak tè men nan enterè depatman an [....] Yo fè konnen nan lane 2013 prezidan ki te la a Michel Martelly te deklare nan Raymond yon katye nan premye seksyon kominal komin Jan Rabèl « Li pral fè baraj pou dlo 3 rivye a, palmantè yo vote yon bidjè 320 milyon goud pou baraj la » Anyen pa janm fèt, sanble bandi Mateli yo te gagote kòb la. Manifestan yo denonse tou : nan bidjè rektifikatif 2017- 2018 la, gen lajan pou baraj rivyè bas, baraj dlo 3 rivyè a ankò, kòb pou wout Kafou jòf Pòdpè, yo swete lajan sa a tou pa gaspiye nan fè kanaval tribò e babò, nan fè touris nan peyi etranje jan sa te konn fèt sou Martelly. Popilasyon Nòdwès la pare yon po kann ak tout foumi pou yo,: se pou tout rezon sa yo, nou vin devan ministè agrikilti pou fòse otorite yo nan lajan yo mete nan bidjè 2017- 2018 pou yo fè aktivite pou moun Nòdwès yo, sitou sa nou sot site yo avan ane fiskal la fini.

Nòdwès nan mizè, pa gen manje, pa gen wout, fatra ap bay moun maladi ajoute sou sa pa menm gen yon bon lopital pou peyizan yo ale. Sa k pi rèd, jou ki te 21 Jiyè 2017 la, nan meri Jan Rabèl la otorite santral yo te prezan, yo te vin gade kijan pou yo fè eksplwatasyon min nan komin nan. Noumenm, nou konnen dega eksplwatasyon min fè nan divès peyi nan Amerik Latin lan sou lavi moun, sou anviwonman, konsekans li genyen sou dlo moun ap fonksyone, popilasyon Nòdwès te vote palmantè yo, se pa pou bagay sa yo, fòk yo pran responsablite yo nan enterè pèp Nòdwès la.

Nou tande gouvènman Jovenel/ Lafontan ap mete lame sou pye, nou konnen lame sa, se pou fè represyon sou popilasyon an, pou fasilite grandon yo kontinye pran tè ti peyizan, pou fasilite gran miltinasyonal yo vin fè zòn franch touristik, zòn franch agwo endistriyèl ak pwodui OGM pou fini ak tè ti peyizan yo, pou ti peyizan kontinye kite peyi a, al pase mizè kay vwazen epi mouri sasinen pirèd, nan Sendomeng, Chili, Brezil ak Taiwan. Nan kontèks sa TET KOLE TI PEYIZAN AYISYEN, ap kontinye renouvle angajmanl nan divès baz li prezan nan peyi a, pou mande bon jan akonpayman pou tipeyizan yon an peyi a, semans, bank agrikòl, irigasyon, bay peyizan yo tè pou yo plante pou olye prezidan ap mache likide tè agrikòl yo bay gwo milti nasyonal yo , pou plante plant pou fè kawotchyou, ak lòt pwodui pou y al itilize nan lòtbò dlo.

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supporting my mafia husband Ohm/Pat and assassin husband Nanon/Pran agenda very strongly.

cries is missing bbs T_T

#bad buddy series #bl drama #boys love #gmmtv #pat x pran #patpran #love #pran parakul #pat napat #ohmnanon #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #bad buddy #mafia husband #vigilante husband

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i'd put the dead body there myself to see bad buddy + 18 from your fic prompt

i bet u didn't even know i've been thinking about a patpran assassin au when u sent this prompt in ❤ tagging @jemmo because assassin au is like 77% hers, i'm just here to push the pran+knives agenda and channel some murder vibes XD

dimples can always lie (series), pt.1, 1035w, lite M 18: “And why exactly is there a dead body in my bathroom?” (prompt list)

It takes Pat a few minutes to notice the elephant in the room. He’s still fucked out and delightfully sore from the late hours of last night, so he just sleepily ignores the glassy-eyed stare as he takes a piss and it’s not until he’s brushing his teeth that his brain pops online and thinks, Hey, that ain’t right.

Pat turns to look at the dead body tucked neatly into the tub. He picks out the knife wounds, but all of the blood’s been cleaned away and there’s no stains to be found anywhere in the tub or room. He scrubs his teeth and absorbs the other details he’s first missed, like the blood spattered suit hanging on the back of the door and the throwing knives laid out to dry along the vanity. The window leading out to the fire escape is open and when Pat pokes his head outside to check, he sees a blood spatter on the landing. So that explains why he didn’t notice anything come in last night, but who the hell is the tool in the bathtub?

Pat cleans himself up best he can with just the sink basin and a washcloth. His muscles protest the lack of a hot shower, but the bathroom isn’t large enough to stow the body elsewhere (not that Pat’s particularly inclined to use that shower now anyways), so a sponge bath will have to do. He takes a minute to admire the love bites and scratches Pran had decorated him with last night, then grabs an old and worn pair of sweats to tug on before making his way through the hotel suite in search of Pran.

The best part of splurging on pricey hotel suites is that they come with a kitchen. The kitchens are always shit--outdated and poorly planned, almost entirely unused and dusty dull for it--but Pran always brings his own knives and crappy stoves still heat food just fine, so Pat’s treated to sights like now: Pran humming one of his own songs as he chops up some vegetables for snacks and a late lunch, all while wearing just Pat’s button down from last night, boxers, and socks. It’s a little domesticity from home, and Pat’s helpless to resist.

“Finally up?” Pran taunts with a smugly dimpled grin. Pat rolls his eyes. Like anyone wouldn’t be exhausted after a night of being fucked over half the room’s furniture. Not that he’s complaining, mind. There are a lot of benefits to a night that begins with Pran descending on him with an angry gleam in his eyes, and they’re not just the sex.

Pat slides his arms around Pran’s waist and Pran goes soft and cuddly in his hold. Pat smiles against Pran’s shoulder at his easy acceptance as he takes a deep sniff of Pran’s neck. He smells like fresh laundry and talc, the best smell in the world, and Pat presses little kisses to the soft skin below Pran’s ear. “And why exactly is there a dead body in our bathroom?”

Pran scoffs irritably. “Because we didn’t need a bigger mess than last night.”

Pat pauses. His thumbs rub Pran hips as he thinks, but… “Nothing went wrong last night?” Pran sniffs, offended, and Pat ducks his head to hide his smile. “No. I would know, I was on the comms and had control of their security cameras.” Pat presses a loud smooching kiss against Pran’s cheek. “You were perfect.”

Pran sticks his tongue out in mock disgust, but a cute, pleased little flush runs over the bridge of his nose. Pat nuzzles the side of his neck happily and the flush grows despite Pran’s grumbles. “I’m not talking about the hit in the casino. Some rookie goon happened to see me walking back here while he was out getting sandwiches and decided to jump me,” Pran complains, more annoyed than put out. “He got blood on my favorite suit.”

Pat’s hands slide up under Pran’s shirt, fingers searching, and Pran squirms as the sensation tickles his ribs. “Not my blood,” he retorts as he pushes Pat’s hands away. “Give me some credit.”

Pat stops trying to feel Pran up, but he does hug him closer. “You were okay getting back though?”

“Mm. The idiot didn’t even call it in.” Both of them scoff in disgust at the poor safety protocol, even though Pat’s incredibly grateful for the man’s stupidity.

A few things are starting to line up in Pat’s head though. “And you brought him back here because…?”

“Well, he was getting a lot of sandwiches.”

“Ah, the dinner sucker,” Pat says knowingly. “They always do notice when those ones go missing.” Pran snorts and Pat hugs him tighter. Next time, Pat won’t let Pran cut out the comms until he’s back in Pat’s arms. Pran might complain about his sappy praises or excessive flirting right in his ear, but better that than him being entirely without backup.

Pran rubs his thumb along Pat’s wrist soothingly. “It only took a minute. Two, at most. He was very green.” Pran looks over his shoulder and holds up a carrot stick in apology. “I would’ve called if it was serious.”

Pat holds his pout for another second, because their definitions for serious and dangerous have been skewed for a long time, Pran’s worse than his, but he takes the offered apology without protest. Pran dimples fondly as Pat munches his treat with puffy cheeks. Pat’s hard pressed to stay mad at him.

“Well,” Pat muses, “considering last night’s targets were Boss John’s operations manager and his favorite hacker, and poison’s pretty discreet, and the dead goon won’t start smelling for a few more hours…”

Pat grins and slips his hand into Pran’s boxers. Pran’s head falls back with a silent moan and his hips buck as Pat gets his hand around the warm girth of his dick.

Pat grinds his half-hard dick against the plush swell of Pran’s ass. “What do you say to enjoying a few more hours of this location before we skip town?”

Pran twists in his arms and answers with a filthy kiss.

#bad buddy #pat x pran #patpran assassin au #NSFA (not safe for apple)-adjacent #okay so ppl following me for a while know that my AUs are usually pretty intricate and how much i love building up new worlds and details #this is not one of those #this au is just vibes and fun #<3 #cookie's writing

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How the worlds most unlikely assassins killed Kim Jong Uns brother

The CCTV footage is grainy but unmistakable – the chronicle of a state assassination. It’s still only 9am when the cameras at Kuala Lumpur International Airport pick up a portly man dressed in faded jeans, a blue T-shirt and grey jacket. He cuts an unobtrusive figure as he waddles through the busy terminal, a black rucksack hanging from his shoulder.

Then, appearing suddenly from behind him, two young women seem to ambush the man, smearing something on his face before retreating out of shot. One wears a sweatshirt with the logo LOL in large letters, or Laugh Out Loud.

Their balding victim is not laughing, though. Clearly troubled, he complains to security guards who escort him to the airport medical centre, where he lies sprawled in a plastic armchair, his life ebbing away. Within 20 minutes, he is dead.

This is the moment Kim Jong Nam, half brother of Kim Jong-un is attacked at Kuala Lumpar International Airport in Malaysia by unsuspecting assassins

The political killing of Kim Jong Nam, the elder half-brother of North Korean despot Kim Jong Un, could have been lifted from the pages of a Cold War thriller. Meticulously planned and devious in its conception, this brazen assassination on February 13, 2017, not only showed contempt for world opinion, but it sent a message that the many enemies of North Korea will find hard to forget.

Kim Jong Nam, 45, the only credible rival to the North Korean leader, had been murdered with a deadly nerve agent in broad daylight – and on foreign soil. Yet for all the outrage and revulsion, few details beyond the barest outline have ever been disclosed. In the past few weeks, the two women who carried out the murder plot have been quietly released by the Malaysian authorities, who now accept that Siti Aisyah, from Indonesia, and Duong Thi Huong, from Vietnam, were nothing more than naive dupes. Neither woman has given evidence in court, neither has spoken in public and it will be a long time before they do, if ever.

The true perpetrators, the casually dressed North Korean agents who patrolled the departure terminal of KL airport as the gruesome killing took place, are now safely back in Pyongyang, the North Korean capital, well beyond the reach of the Malaysian courts.

As for the governments involved – Indonesia, Vietnam and Malaysia – despite open provocation from a rogue state on their doorstep, they are saying nothing.

The elder brother of the North Korean dictator, pictured pointing towards his attackers, was only minutes from an agonising death, having been poisoned

Today, The Mail on Sunday has pieced together the full story of an assassination as bizarre as it was effective. Speaking to official sources, police investigators, friends of the two women and their legal representatives, we have established that:

The killing was conducted by two prostitutes who were first befriended, then controlled by North Korean ‘boyfriends’;

Dreaming of internet stardom, the women truly believed they were taking part in a televised prank when they smeared Jong Nam with nerve agent VX and condemned him to an agonising death;

A North Korean hit squad had trailed the playboy and his glamorous mistress across South East Asia before the killing;

The CIA handed Jong Nam tens of thousands of dollars shortly before his death;

The Malaysians tracked down and identified the true killers, only to release them as part of a grubby deal. No one has been prosecuted for this horrific murder – and it is unlikely that will ever change.

In truth, Jong Nam had been a dead man walking for years. Once seen as the heir to the North Korean dictatorship, he had fallen out of favour thanks to a fondness for casinos, women and Western entertainment.

Kim Jong Nam is seen above in an airport terminal in Kuala Lampur shortly after a hit squad exposed him to VX nerve agent in February 2017. He died shortly afterward

While still a young man, Jong Nam had been caught attempting to enter Japan on a false passport, apparently determined to visit Disneyland in Tokyo. The humiliation was said to have been the final straw for his tyrannical father, Kim Jong Il. By 2017, he was living in self-imposed exile, gambling, drinking, and womanising in resorts around Asia, the prospect of power now a distant memory.

And when his half-brother, Kim Jong Un, entered the presidential palace in 2011, Jong Nam – the only plausible rival – knew he was living on borrowed time.

There had already been an attempt on his life by the time he reached Kuala Lumpur. A North Korean defector had told the South Koreans how, in 2012, the despotic regime had hired a taxi driver to carry out a hit-and-run killing. It only failed because Jong Nam changed his travel plans.

Doan Thi Huong, pictured, smeared the VX liquid on Jong-nam’s face, while wearing this LOL t-shirt

That same year, Jong Nam wrote a pitiful letter to his half-brother pleading with him to spare his life, but it was to no avail.

The younger Kim was apparently convinced the US wanted to topple him and might seek to install his feckless half-brother as a puppet. Jong Un had already cemented his grip on power by having his uncle, his defence minister and other rivals murdered – reportedly blown apart with anti-aircraft guns – and was in no mood for relenting.

His resolve can only have been strengthened when his agents established that Jong Nam had indeed made contact with the CIA.

Investigators have confirmed to The Mail on Sunday that four days before his death, Jong Nam met a Korean-American in a five-star resort and spa on the Malaysian holiday island of Langkawi. There, he handed over a laptop full of files, which were downloaded by the agent and then deleted from the computer altogether.

It is believed that the CIA handed over a thick wad of $100 bills in return – which would no doubt be converted into gambling chips within days. But the North Koreans had been watching. And when Jong Nam flew out of Langkawi for Kuala Lumpur, his fate was sealed.

The preparations for the hit began a few months earlier and in the strangest of circumstances. It seems that the North Korean regime tried out a number of women for the role, all of them pretty, all of them working as prostitutes, before settling on Siti, then 25, and Huong, 27.

Divorced and with a young son, Siti was the daughter of an Indonesian farmer, but by Christmas 2016 she had been drawn into the sex industry in Malaysia.

Siti Aisyah, pictured, was involved in the sex industry when she was approached by a Malaysian driver known only as ‘John’ who had been recruited by North Korean agents. Both Siti and Huong were told they were being paid to take part in a YouTube prank

By day she offered sexual services as a masseuse at the Flamingo Hotel spa in Kuala Lumpur, and in her spare time she was a call girl called Kelly, picking up foreign clients at the Beach Club bar (a seedy venue also, coincidentally, patronised by the doomed Jong Nam).

It was outside the bar that, in the small hours of January 5, 2017, she was approached by a Malaysian driver called ‘John’, apparently recruited by North Korean agents to find the right kind of girl to take part in what were described as pranks. These would be filmed and broadcast on YouTube. Siti agreed to meet another man called ‘James’ in the upmarket Pavilion shopping mall the following morning, where she encountered an attractive individual with a chiselled appearance.

‘James’ was a North Korean agent. He claimed to be Japanese when they met and spoke such poor English that Siti would later resort to Google Translate simply to communicate. Even so, he managed to persuade her that she had just the right looks for internet stardom – and Siti believed him.

According to Vietnamese intelligence sources, Huong had been recruited a few weeks before.

She, too, was hungry for fame and it was only six months since she had appeared – all too briefly – on a talent show called Vietnam Idol. She lasted only 20 seconds – a humiliating experience, but not enough to put her off.

Doan Thi Huong, 28, was told all they had to do was approach their targets and smear baby oil in their faces while the incident was filmed

By December 2016, Huong was working as a call girl in Hanoi, posting doll-face pictures of herself on escort sites as she sought to lure South Korean sex tourists.

Siti and Huong knew nothing of each other, but each was told the same alluring story.

Their handlers explained that the job was simple: all they had to do was carry out a series of harmless stunts in malls and airports.

They had to sneak up behind their targets and smear baby oil on their faces while the cameras watched. For this they would be paid £75 a time. Internet fame was just around the corner. A third woman enlisted in Kuala Lumpur had a lucky escape. She had insisted on a pay rise, it seems, and so was dropped.

As for the supposed ‘victims’, it is not known how much they received for their efforts, but they, too, were part of the elaborate plot, ensuring the practice runs could take place with no recriminations. With easy money in their purses and stars in their eyes, neither Siti nor Huong seemed to notice how very strange the whole thing was.

Jong nam, meanwhile, was meandering around South East Asia in a haze of alcohol, accompanied for much of the time by his mistress. Formerly an air hostess with North Korean airlines, the beautiful So Yong Ra, 41, now lived with Jong Nam in Macau, the vast complex of casinos a short boat trip from Hong Kong. Did Yong Ra betray him? Many suspect so. There has been no sign of her since the assassination and she, without any obvious explanation, failed to accompany Jong Nam on his final trip.

What is certain, however, is that, by now, the North Korean spies were running their quarry to ground. In a month of cat-and-mouse manoeuvres before the assassination, Siti was flown to Phnom Penh in Cambodia, where she carried out three practice pranks under James’s supervision.

Then she was told to buy a ticket to Macau before being called back to Kuala Lumpur by her handlers. Jong Nam’s plans were never completely certain, but he was moving within range.

Kim Jong-un, pictured, is believed to have wanted his brother assassinated to remove him as a possible threat against his regime

On the night before the assassination, Siti celebrated her 25th birthday at the Hard Rock Cafe in Kuala Lumpur, where, in scenes captured on a mobile phone, she boasted about her YouTube work. One of her girlfriends is seen declaring with unintentional prescience that Siti is about to become a celebrity.

Just a few hours later, she was picked up by a driver and taken to the KL International Airport for another routine job, although her handlers explained that this victim would be a little different.

He was their boss, they said, and they wanted to play a trick.

In separate conversations, Siti and Huong were each told that ‘the boss’ liked pretty girls, but they were also warned that he had a bad temper and might take the joke badly. They were to carry out the prank swiftly, apologise, and then make a hasty retreat.

It is notable that the women were kept apart until the very moment of the attack and there has been speculation, so far unconfirmed, that they carried separate components of VX, which only produced lethal effects when combined. Then, their task performed, Siti and Huong casually washed their hands and walked out of the airport.

They had no idea that the man they had smeared was already desperately ill and pleading for help – or that within minutes he had collapsed in a nearby medical clinic as the nerve agent shut down his heart and organs. CCTV images caught one of the four North Korean agents watching silently outside the doorway of the medical centre as Jong Nam’s life slipped away. Then, confident that the job was done, he is seen stepping quietly away.

Jong Nam must have been well briefed on the likely threats to his life as he was found to have been carrying a dozen vials of nerve agent antidote in a sling bag. But so sudden and effective was the attack that, in his confusion, he failed to take the dose that might have spared him.

He was also found to be carrying $124,000 in cash and a laptop from which the files had been wiped clean.

Siti was arrested the following night as she provided sexual services to a client in a hotel spa. At first she was incredulous, believing the arrest was another TV joke. Investigators say she expected to be freed at any moment, and it was only when she was shown news reports proving the man from the airport terminal was dead that she finally broke down in tears, genuinely shocked.

Huong, in perhaps the most compelling proof of her innocence, was arrested when she returned to the airport the following day. She was looking for her handlers. They had disappeared from sight after the prank and still owed her the £75.

What followed was a diplomatic fiasco. While some of the North Korean agents flew out of Malaysia before the murder was discovered, four, including James – real name Ri Ji U – took refuge in the North Korean embassy. After a month-long stand-off, which saw a number of Malaysian citizens detained in North Korea, the four prime suspects were released in a shabby tit-for-tat deal and allowed to fly home, doubtless to an embrace from their great leader in Pyongyang.

Meanwhile, the shambolic handling of the case and the decision to charge and then release two simple-minded women duped into committing murder has provoked outrage, as has the inability of three Asian powerhouses – Malaysia, Indonesia and Vietnam – to stand up to a murderous regime.

‘Somebody brought VX, a weapon of mass destruction, to our country and the government hasn’t even investigated the people responsible,’ said one of the lawyers representing Siti.

‘To me, that is like a declaration of war. Instead, our government tried to brush it under the carpet by prosecuting two innocent women.’

Leading Malaysian criminal lawyer Wee Choo Keong described the use of VX in Malaysia as ‘a serious violation of national security’ and said: ‘The North Korean suspects appear to have been let off because of diplomatic considerations. The women should not have been charged without overwhelming evidence.’

For Kim Jong Un – fresh from a triumphant summit with Vladimir Putin, not to mention an earlier meeting with Donald Trump lavishly hosted by Vietnam – the message seems clear. He can get away with cold-blooded murder inside and outside his country’s borders. That knowledge should send a shiver of fear through Siti and Huong as they while away their days in government safehouses, separated from their families and – in Siti’s case – her 11-year-old son.

Both are in the protective custody of their own governments, who are keen to avoid not just embarrassment but two more murders at the hands of North Korea. Experts believe their lives may be in grave danger.

In fact, it is something of a mystery that they were not killed at the same time as Jong Nam through exposure to the VX they smeared on him.

While some have suggested that the poison was split into two harmless components, it is far from clear that this was even possible.

Some believe that Siti and Huong are still alive only because they washed their hands so quickly.

Criminologist Pathmanathan Sundramoorthy, an associate professor at a university in Penang, Malaysia, said: ‘Those two women will have to be careful with every move they make. North Korea will do anything to silence them. I cannot imagine how long they will be in hiding or if they will ever be safe.’

Lee Hun-joo, a South Korean academic based in the US, said: ‘I feel sorry for the two women who were used as pawns in the assassination which South Korean intelligence believe had been in the planning for five years. They will for ever fear being targeted by Kim Jong Un’s brutal regime.’

Such a bleak reality may not yet have dawned on the two women.

As Huong was led from court when the charges against her were dropped, she seemed almost pathetically thrilled to finally get a taste of the fame she desired. In what may prove to be her last words in public, Huong spoke to the media throng that fleetingly engulfed her: ‘I’m very happy,’ she said. ‘I want to sing and act.’

Many believe she would be better advised to melt into anonymity.

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