things that are making me go absolutely rabid during my tma relisten (im currently on season 4 so this is mostly focused on that but references the series as a whole):
- MAG 65 - Binary is one that i keep thinking about. i know it was intended to be the spiral but the way it hints at the extinction is really hitting me this time around. i think its the comparison to it and mag 144 - decrypted. the image of technology as a piece of humanity’s fall (but not the main player!!) has me Thinking many Thoughts.
- honestly the extinction as a whole. the idea of the fears not being set, structured identities but ones that can change and blend and separate as humanity progresses. humanity is not static and neither are the things we fear
- the tunnels, the prison, and how the whole panopticon thing was set up. the tunnels are a blind spot, something that gained more meaning as the series went on but it shows that the the watchers crown was always destined to fail oh my god
- the rituals keep failing but people keep trying, convinced each time that This will be the time it works and it just. doesnt. even the Change was gonna eventually fail
- the web. everything about it. in mag 147 one of the first things annabelle says in the letter is “can i call you john” which is obv a very common phrase but also the parallel to nikolas whole “can i call you elias” thing…something something identity…something something the web…something something its all connected…
- addiction as a form of control. john saying he doesn’t smoke when he first gets the lighter, but leaving leitner to smoke a cigarette (allowing elias to brutal pipe murder him). john bringing the lighter everywhere to the point where multiple people bring it up but despite overanalyzing everything in his life he never thinks about it. IT BEING PRESENT FOR MORE THAN ONE EVENT WHERE JOHN IS MARKED BY DIFFERENT ENTITIES ??? the web truly controlled everything. annabelle cane i fear you like a god.
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Basic rules for analysing fiction, an incomprehensive list jotted down in a hurry:
The protagonist isn’t always right
The protagonist isn’t always good
The protagonist isn’t always written to be relatable or likeable
The narrator isn’t always right
The narrator isn’t always good
The narrator isn’t always telling the truth
The narrator isn’t always the author
The protagonist’s moral compass, the narrator’s moral compass and the author’s moral compass are three entirely different things that only occasionally overlap
Pay attention to what characters do and not just what they say
Pay special attention when what the characters do is at odds with what they say
A lot of the time the curtains are blue for a reason. If they aren’t, you should read better books
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One of my favourite brain rotting tcf ideas is Cale having some tremor disorder. Basically, he has hands that randomly tremble without any reason.
It may be genetic to him, or he developed it as Cale because of not eating his meals properly and inevitably developing some vitamin deficiency.
Now comes the best part.
Imagine Cale, perhaps in some really gruesome battle, with blood of enemies and allies mixed around him. Imagine his family seeing Cale's stoic face, wondering how a person so young can be so brave, and then they see his hands shaking under his raven coat, even as they're curled tightly into a fist.
Imagine Cale looking at Jour's portrait, admiring her beauty and her alike face with his own. But then his family sees him, his gaze fixated on his mother's image and his hands trembling slightly.
Imagine him, standing at the forefront of some battle with his shields raised, with his hands trembling uncontrollably, even though he is not straining himself. The people protected under him can only tear up at his selflessness.
Imagine Cale after attacking the enemies with a wave of firebolts, but his hands again started shaking badly, even if he has them covered under his sleeves. His family misunderstands that as Cale hiding his pain.
Imagine Cale, resting on a couch after some battle, and when Raon, On and Hong excitedly climb upon his lap, he only smiles slightly and pats them with his trembling hands. The kids then worriedly inform Ron of this and Cale recieves sweet lemon tea for a whole week.
Imagine Cale talking about territory matters with Alberu, and Alberu is once again amazed by his dongsaeng's witty and almost experienced approaches to problems like war. But then he sees Cale's hands shaking while holding the tea cup, and he realises how absolutely not normal it is to not be nervous in such a situation. (Alberu later pledges to himself to give Cale the slacker life he always wished for.)
Just imagine Cale in any situation with trembling hands and it literally creates the most hilarious misunderstandings with some really wonderful angst.
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ˋ🧾 ⸝⸝⸝ nobody else!
nsfw, minors dni.
[ fem!reader, stylist!reader, bondage in a way, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous jealous yeonjun, possessiveness ]
thinking of how jealous yeonjun would be after you helped wrap the white lace around his neck, chest, and stomach… moving onto the rest of members as a stylist does… how much he would be seething watching you wrap thick lace at beomgyu and taehyun’s back and how he would have to go on stage after pretending like nothing happened.
jjun… what the hell? you ask him and push him away from you slightly as you stare into his eyes, black smokey eyeshadow darkening them. what has gotten into you? anyone could’ve saw us!
i don’t care, he gruffly responds and his lips are then on yours. he pins your hands above your head against the door and you whimper slightly when you feel his hard-on press into your thigh. you push back more, and it only seems to make him seethe more. seriously… you sternly say.
i don’t like when you touch anyone other than me… he trails off, there’s a sweet pout on his lips as he moves the two of you back to the couch in the room. you smirk up at him, so he’s jealous… playing off his jealously, you trail your fingertips down his bare chest, like this? can you imagine my hands caressing someone else? one of your members?
yeonjun starts to untie the lace from his body, taking a step backwards as he does it and glares at you. fine… if you can’t keep your hands to yourself then i’ll tie them up so you won’t be able to touch anyone at all, he says lowly and tightly grabs your wrists. he ties the lace tightly around your hands behind your back. you look up at him, a slight grin playing on your lips. they hold pretty well, but it wouldn’t be hard to get out of them.
you look back down to yeonjun to see he’s unbuttoning his pants to free his hard cock. it springs up in front of your face and he leans down to pull your panties down from underneath the dress you were wearing. you really start to regret your taunting as a moan escapes you once he starts to push into your slick entrance. you desperately needed to touch him.
he began to roughly push in and out of you, lips on yours as he pushed your knees towards your chest. p-please untie me, you beg through your small whines against his mouth, need to touch you… his lips move down your neck, should’ve thought about that earlier.
you clench around him until your dripping creamy cum all over his cock. the loud moans are no doubt giving away what the two of you are doing if anyone were to walk past the door of the room, but you couldn’t care less right now. all you cared about was how much you needed more. more of him. but the only thing you can do is grip the lace around your hands.
yeonjun’s face is buried in your neck, breath fanning across your collarbone as he fucks into you more. do y-you want them to fuck you like this too? he breaths out harshly. fill your pretty pussy up even more with their cum? he asks you as his pace starts to slow. you whimper out something incoherent as you shake your head. good, he says and kisses you sweetly, this pussy belongs to me. got it? you nod just as he releases inside you, filling you up even more just like he said. he pulls out and weakly reaches behind you to untie your hands, which falls limply at your sides. he gives you one of his signature smiles, anger suddenly gone, and presses a kiss your lips as he looks around for something to clean the both of you up.
you ruined your stage outfit, you pout at him as he wipes between your legs. without even looking up, he replies, you can just make me another one. he then cheekily smiles. you smack him on your shoulder and roll your eyes at his now cum-stained pants.
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I love how Gwaine’s whole thing with Merlin is: I’ll follow you into any chaos you want but do you really need to bring your boyfriend along?
Then just casually being in love with him the entire time.
“Arthur’s lucky to have us.”
“Not Arthur.”
They’re madly in love and no one can convince me otherwise.
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