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[dearrevs]

Past Lives (2023), dir. Celine Song

[ultrakdramamama]

240405 team_wedemboyz 빛나는 비행☀️💎 with @bumkeyk #샤이니 #키 #위댐보이즈 #해성

[eng tran] Shining Flight ☀ ️💎 with @bumkeyk #SHINee #Key #WithDemBoys #Haesung

[do0hwa]

Zutara past lives AU (meme :D)

This one's the full drawing!

I hope people get the Past lives reference 🥹 (the first love/childhood crush of the man in the pic below was the woman taking the photo, but when they finally reunited she was already married to someone else)

And this is definitely what Zuko would do- travel across the world to meet Katara, and when given the chance to pose in front of her, just goes ✌️☺️✌️

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[mycaramelboy]

i love that we finally got to know why su-a behaves like she does. her only caring about the full-time position made her seem like such a bad teacher but now we know why she's being like this. she cares about her students but she ended up being blindsided by her want for power, and it wasn't until haeseong came that she realized she'd gotten sidetracked. it's realistic; to want to do good but ending up getting sidetracked because you can't make a change until you're powerful enough, and you can't be powerful enough until you forget about why you wanted to be powerful in the first place

[not-the-dum-e]

Electric Shock Challenge with Key

[tvonq]

[sanctuairee]

looking through my sketchbook just to realise i sketch a lot of people holding each other

[milesmoerales]

kerasa emosinya sampe ubun-ubun

[mauve-moonbeam]

I think that (white) Western writers are more popular because they often write about feelings of love (mostly romance) and loneliness and such, which everyone experiences at least once in their lives. Stories about how conflicted an immigrant feels about their identity, or how growing up means realizing you have internalized racism, are not exactly universal or comfortable feelings that anyone could understand. But perhaps white writers have more time and space to explore and write about universal feelings because they don't have to experience all those conflicted thoughts from being displaced.

[monstermp3]

okay but can someone please explain to me the hype around Past Lives, i just watched it today and i really didn't like it

[daengtokki]

Hi hi absolutely love your work and ive come here humbly to request something to do with Dad!Seungmin fluff bcs he's been in my head for weeks, i have to get it out of my system. Thank you, lots of kisses~ ❤️

serial killer!Kim Seungmin x afab reader

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Things have been easy, considering there are two of them. This isn’t how you remember babies acting, because the memories of your crying, screaming, up-all-night little sister are still there. Being six and trying with everything you had to sooth her still comes back when one of the boys starts to fuss. But you’re not alone this time.

Seungmin is unbothered by his new schedule. He’s even more unbothered by the noise and the extra work, and it’s not in him to ignore them when the smallest cry starts up. They’re in his arms immediately, and they’ll stay there until he starts to fall asleep.

His soft knock wakes you from your trance.

“Come in.” You rub at your tired eyes, and you swear the dark circles deepen each time you check yourself in the mirror.

He leaves the door cracked so he can still see them in the living room. “Stay in the bath as long as you need to, please. We’ll be fine out here.”

“I know. You’re so good with them.”

The door opens more as he takes a step closer, and he holds his hand out for you. “So are you. That’s why you’re exhausted.” Seungmin pulls you into his arms, and your feet leave the ground when he squeezes. “So, bath…and straight to bed. Turn off your alarm.” He sighs when you sigh. Tired, worried, confused. All of it is obvious, and he feels it radiating from you. “And try not to think about…ya know.”

“No guarantees, but I will sleep.”

***

Sleep comes easy, especially with the knowledge that your alarm won’t go off. Four hours, uninterrupted and dreamless, for the first time since they came home. You somehow wake on your own anyway. Feeding and diaper changes are already starting to seep into your internal clock, and a part of your mind always stays on, regardless of how deep you seem to sleep. But you can relax knowing he’s always here, and always there for them.

Slowly coming out of your sleep is almost as good as the sleep itself. The room is comfortably warm from the late afternoon heat, and you can hear the ping of more rain starting. The sheets are clean and soft, but Seungmin’s pillow under your head is already filled with his scent. It’s hard to pull yourself away from it until you catch the sound of him speaking softly in the living room. You’re up and on your feet, but you give yourself a moment while the dizziness passes. Now he’s singing…

saeya saeya palangsaeya puleunkongbat-e anj-jima

You sit back down and listen for a moment.

saeya saeya palangsaeya nogdubat-e anj-eunsaeya

You can’t possibly interrupt this, but missing it would be just as bad. Very carefully, you walk to the door and pull it open.

nae abeojiui yeonghon-eul bwa, nae eomeoniui jug-eun yeonghon-eul bwa

They’re on the floor, blanket spread beneath them, and luckily, Seungmin is facing you. His fingertips bounce between Haneul and Haesung’s tummy as he sings.

saeya saeya palangsaeya

Seungmin stops and kisses each forehead before getting onto his knees in front of them. “Eotteohge jinaeseyo? Hm?” Checks each diaper. “All good.” And picks Haneul up when he starts to cry.

saeyasaeya palangsaeya neoneun-eoi neollawassni

Revealing yourself is tempting, but you can’t stop watching. You’ve never seen them alone like this, and it’s giving you butterflies.

“Palangsaeleul joh-ahaseyo?” He holds him closer and rocks back and forth. “You don’t like bluebirds, Sky?”

Picking both of them up and holding them together makes you nervous unless you’re in bed, but Seungmin does it easily. He’s gotten confident. He puts them against his bare chest and hops to his feet, but Haneul is still having a bad time.

“Something else, maybe.”

He hums and whispers a few words as he moves, pacing back and forth, swaying to whatever is it he’s starting to sing.

I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough, I’ve given all I can…

It’s easier to hear when he turns toward you, but his eyes are closed, and he keeps going without noticing you leaning against the door jamb.

This is what you’ll get…this is what you’ll get…

He stops and adjusts, “when you…” and looks down at them. Haneul is quiet now. “When you meeesss with uusss.”

Seungmin continues his slow dance and his singing turns back to a hum. Watching him so carefree and happy is a nice change from the last few days, and seeing him move like this and hearing him sing is doing much more than warming your heart. You take a few steps toward him, and he must sense someone else in the room, because he quiets and peeks over his shoulder.

“Ooh, umma is awake.” There’s a bit of embarrassment behind the laugh he lets out. “Did you have a good sleep?”

You take one of the boys from him. “Very good. Did you guys have a good time?”

Seungmin smiles and kisses the crown of each of their heads before placing one on your lips. “They slept and slept, and then we ate, and then we cried and cried, didn’t we Haneul? But he stopped for a while when I put your show on.” He nods his head to the tv.

“Must be used to hearing it.”

“He thought you were here. I think you might be his favorite.”

“I dunno, he seems pretty content with you right now.”

A tiny fist beats softly against Seungmin’s chest, and he looks down at two big eyes staring up at him, much darker and wider than they were seven weeks ago. Haneul’s face squishes into what looks like a cry, but his mouth twitches into a smile instead.

[mycaramelboy]

also a lot of people are upset about the childhood connection plot point (which i get) but the thing is that in most dramas that plot point is used as a plot twist to make things seem fated. uchs is not doing that at all. it was emphasized in the synopsis that haesung was su-ah's first love. he broke her heart then and she’s been drawn to him since she met him again.

i hate this plot line a lot too but honestly with this drama it's not really bugging me. to me it makes a lot more sense because that's a grown ass man... and it would be a lot weirder if they fell in love whilst he was presenting as a student. i think it's just to make the loveline more natural, and esp since su-ah is shown fixating on her first love even now. their stories are already intertwined because of the school violence thing anyway so i think it's just to make things settle in more natural. again, one of my least favourite plot points but i'll take it this time

[hoangpnd]

Phố của những u hoài đến thăm thẳm lãng quên.

Vừa bước chân ra khỏi hẻm để hòa vào phố thì trời bắt đầu thay đổi bằng luồng gió cực mạnh thổi tốc hàng hóa lưu niệm mà người ta bày bán ở trước nhà. Trời đã nhá nhem tối, cơn giông ào ạt rơi xuống thành phố làm ướt sũng. Tôi nhanh chóng chạy vào đứng dưới mái ngói của ngôi nhà gần đó. Ngói âm dương, không có điện, nhìn lên toàn màu đen. Trong quán cà phê đối diện, họ ngồi đó, trò chuyện với nhau trong bóng tối xen kẽ là những quầng sáng chập chờn từ nến, hoa đăng thay cho nguồn sáng của bóng đèn điện. Chiếc xe đi ngang qua, hắt đèn pha sáng rực vào hai người ngồi ngoài cửa lộ rõ hai khuôn mặt đang nói chuyện âm thầm với nhau. Họ nói gì, chẳng ai biết được. Đằng sau họ, ca sĩ ngồi từ góc quán cất tiếng hát rồi tất cả chìm trong tiếng mưa róc rách trên mái phố.

Nỗi buồn của phố theo mưa ùa về. Trời bắt đầu trở lạnh. Mặc áo mưa, tôi đi ngập trong làn nước lạnh lẽo và thấy mọi thứ của mùa đông kéo rạp con người dù lúc đó mùa thu còn rong chơi chưa chịu rời đi. Quán xá bắt đầu đóng cửa sớm hơn thường ngày. Đường thưa dần, thưa dần. Đằng xa, lác đác bóng người lạc nhịp. Dường như cảnh sắc của phố cổ lung linh chừng nào thì giờ đây trở nên u hoài quá.

Quán nơi tôi hay ghé đến thời sinh viên cứ man mác buồn. Buổi tối, đằng sau tấm gương trong suốt phủ bởi màu vàng của đèn. Chúng được treo lủng lẳng ở nhiều nơi trên trần. Anh chủ quán pha cà phê, mùi hương cứ lan tỏa bay quanh đến ngào ngạt. Không quên kèm theo ly trà, anh để tôi một mình trên ghế gỗ chân cao nhìn ra hướng tây nơi người ta qua lại chỉ để tìm bóng người quen thuộc hoặc giản đơn là để thở. Tiếng sột soạt của cửa kính nhắc tôi biết đã đến giờ quán đóng cửa. Tôi tính tiền rồi ra về. Lá mùa đông rơi từ thân cây chếnh choáng hè phố cuối ngày theo tôi về đến cửa phòng. Nhiều đêm đông ảm đạm như vậy đã đi qua nhẹ nhàng trong cơn buốt ngọn gió. Nó làm tôi nhớ đến đoạn mình từng viết khi xem phim Past Lives và đọc Patrick Modiano:

"Lá cây trong vườn xào xạc dưới sức thổi của từng đợt gió giông mà tôi biết mưa thì không thể. Anh chủ quán phải đi buộc lại mấy cánh cửa gỗ đã cũ, nó chỉ còn cái khung trong khi lớp sơn bị bong tróc. Không khí trở nên mát lạnh, và giọng văn Modiano qua bao năm, chính xác từ khi tôi vừa tròn 18 đến nay đã 24 vẫn dịu dàng, miên man, không nặng nề mà thanh thoát giữa tuổi trẻ lạc lối. Tôi tin khi bạn đọc Modiano, bạn sẽ thích cảm giác được đi dạo giữa các con phố và bất chợt tạt vào quán cà phê. Làm một ly nóng hổi, hít hà mùi thơm đặc trưng đang bốc tỏa khắp đầu mũi và ngồi xem người đi ngang phố.

Cảm giác lạnh cả người khi vừa đọc Modiano và xem thước phim có chuyến đi dài mục nát của Celine Song. Mỗi người đều tự chọn cuộc sống cho riêng mình, đằng sau cánh cửa có thể là tuổi trẻ dang dở đầy bấp bênh như HaeSung, tuổi trẻ đầy tham vọng muốn đoạt Nobel và Pulitzer như nhà văn Nora, tuổi trẻ lang thang từ Pháp qua Italia của hai đứa trẻ vừa lớn của Modiano. Suy rằng tuổi trẻ từ điện ảnh đến văn chương đều mang dáng dấp của quá khứ, của đời sống nào đó tồn tại qua tuổi trẻ của từng thế hệ."

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[inpursuitofnunchi]

just finished watching past lives, and god, what a masterpiece in storytelling. Nora, Haesung and Arthur, all three of them found their place in my heart. Everything in this film is subtle, every emotion is subtext. All the characters show immense restraint in intense moments, making viewers feel a romance which is brimming at the surface, but is never explicitly expressed. im in awe.

[jsmncrscnt]

watching past lives rn and this frame reminded me of the "i love you" scene lmao i remember someone from twt saying the camera shot could've easily cut will from the frame during that moment, but he's there, which is an obvious choice. and in this past lives frame, nora's husband's also here but this particular shot is framed with just nora and haesung and i'm so kjzsbd yeah will being in the shot is a conscious choice, nobody can change my fucking mind

[hyuckiestarz]

🐾the cat returns🐾

jokes aside I'm planting the idea of a bonus panel of jisung/yn/haechan in the future :* like this is my bf and my bf's bf vibes alskksak

joke's aside e2l haesung might be the play...