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deepestbluesky · 5 months

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hanwenzhou thought of the day: i was thinking again today about the concept of a jianghu coffee shop au, which is to say, someone(s) run an inn, and i DO think post retirement wenzhou running an inn is a hilarious idea. can you IMAGINE . the most unsettling man in the world tries to be cheerful and have good customer service and he DOES make good food, but also there's a lingering sense that he might murder you. meanwhile, the guy who seems utterly nondescript in the corner has the WORST customer service ever but he's still somehow the guy you're supposed to talk to if the other guy is busy cooking? he's constantly drinking on the job?

and then. hy shows up. don't worry about the plot and how this happens, its not important. whats important is imagining that you have to come back to this WEIRD AS HELL inn bc it's the only option for like a whole days travel and you are NOT looking forward to it, because last time, in addition to the usual 'some people got into a fight and you couldn't finish your meal because an armed fighter crashed into your table in the middle of it' nonsense that's obviously common to all jianghu-frequented inns, the proprietors just??? fucked off for like the whole time ???? probably literally, based on how they looked when they came back??? and then just threw everyone out??? and so you are DREADING IT.

but then you get there. it's cleaner. there seems to be at least two actual employees who aren't Those Guys. in fact one of Those Guys is nowhere to be seen, he seems to have been replaced by someone who is much handsomer and more memorable, although still drinking on the job and looking like he doesn't want to be there. but he's NOT the one failing to do customer service, there's this new guy here who seems perfectly nice and polite and actually tells you information about the inn and what they have that night and if they have any rooms available. and he seems like he can handle himself in a fight, sure, but he doesn't seem like maybe he's mentally flaying you out of curiosity as you talk. and the food is still good, but it DOESNT get interrupted because someone actually BREAKS UP THE FIGHT. you are baffled, but pleasantly, and you do the mental equivalent of leaving a new review where you increase the rating from 2.5 stars to 5.

#hwz thought of the day #this one got away from me #but i think it has potential #if you remove the weird reader insert pov i seem to have taken #hanwenzhou

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jiaoliqiao · 2 years

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I've literally only just realised your banner + header combo hi I'm in love with it

😂😂😂 thank youu!!

i don't think i'll ever be able to top this tbh i'm just gonna have to be stuck in hanwenzhou hell forever

#*asks

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mycupofstars · 8 months

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Beyond Evil and Word of Honor for the series ask game?

Ooooh thank you!

Beyond Evil:

Favorite character: Park Jeong Je my sweet insane bb boy Second favorite character: Yoo Jae Yi (help I'm queer) Least favorite character: Do Hae Won like I get that's the point but aaaaahahahghghghggghhh The character I’m most like: Unfortunately probably Yoo Jae Yi like FINE GUESS I'LL JUST KEEP DOING THIS THEN Favorite pairing: JWDS my beloved Least favorite pairing: Are people shipping HJW with his "brother"? They are, aren't they? Of course they are Favorite moment: "I will go to hell" in the rain, come on, how do you beat that, honestly Rating out of 10: So it should be an 8/10 bc this series tried to do Far Too Much in the last few eps (I HAVE NEVER SEEN A CHARACTER GET MURDERED *TWICE*) but JWDS literally invented love and redeemed it to a 10/10 well done boys hit the showers get some therapy

Word of Honor:

Favorite character: Xie'er my insane homicidal beloved Second favorite character: Han Ying my underrated beloved Least favorite character: Yu Qiufeng, girl you can do better than him! You do not need him! Don't blow up your lesbian paradise existence for him! The character I’m most like: Cao Weining I cannot tell a lie Favorite pairing: Hanwenzhou OT3 of all time. I DEFINITELY am very normal about Xie'er and do not have any insane ships involving him. Definitely not. Least favorite pairing: Unpopular-ish opinion but Xiyuan just bc I don't feel it was as well incorporated into the series as it could have been Favorite moment: Tie between Dramatic Terminal Titty Reveal and literally any of the early ep Wenzhou courtship where WKX is dragging ZZS around by the hand making him pay for sweets and reciting poetry about his shoulder blades Rating out of 10: 15/10 show of all time

#thank you bestie!#asks #lena221bee #word of honor honorable mention to my beloved army of ghost lesbians #truly the lesbianest non lesbian show of all time

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amongushq · 7 years

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Welcome to hell part II of our weekly activity check ! It is 9pm (GMT+2) and, as promised, here’s the follow-up from yours truly.

Due to 10 days of inactivity, please unfollow:

@hersheymonster

@ughgenevieve

@ohfvry

@lovstyle

@hanwenzhou

@ofvulcanias

#activity check

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pastelcheckereddreams · 2 years

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“Do you ever resent him for taking a wife?”

Ye Baiyi knows the way Wen Kexing likes to press on bruises, relishing in the ripples discomfort creates over the veneer of a pleasant evening. He’s watched the Ghost Valley brat work a a yellowing bruise back to a deep purple on Zhou Zishu’s body often enough to know that it’s as much a literal fascination as it is figurative.

So Ye Baiyi knows not to take it personally, most of the time.

He lets the question sit in the quiet evening air, inhaling the scent of Zishu’s plum wine as he brings the cup to his lips. He, too, ruminates on the bruise.

It doesn’t hurt, not in the way Kexing perhaps intends it to - for all the ways their relationship has developed and grown, the brat still tries to find the cracks in Baiyi’s composure. (He is, the old immortal supposes, trying to gauge the depths of his tolerance - where the patience finally frays.)

Baiyi lets his gaze roam over the courtyard, where Zishu lingers over the pin he is whittling and tries not to look like he is holding his breath.

Baiyi is reminded once again just how young these men are, and how unfathomable love can seem.

“Do you?” he asks Kexing instead, pouring the er-shixiong of Siji Manor another cup.

#back on my bullshit #i could be talking about rcq or about qin huaizhang it's your call #my ot5 agenda #hanwenzhou #yewenzhou #variations therein #i like to find myself in rarepair hell and think - how can i make this worse for myself #i've not written xie'er into it properly yet so use your imagination but know that he's coming #nikkiwrites #ye baiyi #wen kexing #zhou zishu #shl fic #fic drabble #my yewenzhou agenda #my hanwenzhou agenda

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pastelcheckereddreams · 2 years

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An offering to the rarepair mutuals, because I have a Need (and it’s not hanwenzhou!) This is the full version of the scene! Please reblog this one.

Tagging @cleocc, because they were excited for the full version 🤗

Tay's happy enough. Time's hand is resting comfortably on his leg and Tay feels a little giddy with the weight of it after so many weeks untouched. He doesn't mind that Time is on his phone. He's content enough to sit and watch their friends, the solid warmth of Time's hand an anchor for his aching heart.

After ten minutes or so, though, Time tosses his phone on the table, hand flexing on Tay’s thigh before he turns deliberately into Tay’s space. It makes Tay’s chest flutter, feeling hypersensitive to Time’s touch as he breathes in Time’s cologne. It’s not one Tay would’ve chosen for Time to wear, had he asked tonight, but it is still distinctly Time. He fits his hand over Time’s and smiles up at him, feeling buoyant.

“Do you want to dance?” Tay asks. Time smiles down at him with a look that is warm and fond. “In a while,” he says. ”We’ve got company.”

“Oh?” Tay blinks at the words, processing them and immediately looking round for Kinn or maybe Pete. Then, Tay spots the person approaching their table.

“What the fuck, Time?” Tay hisses, head snapping back to his boyfriend. “Is that what you’ve been doing?! Texting an invite to your latest fuck, to gatecrash Pete’s party?”

Time raises an eyebrow at him, unconcerned. “Tay, babe, he’s Porsche’s friend and this is their local hangout.” He squeezes Tay’s thigh again. “You’re overreacting.”

He’s not wrong, that’s the worst part. And he never actually denies that he does these things. A gift here, a text there. He just evades and evades until Tay gets tired of pushing, gets tired of being the one always making a scene.

So Tay tries to play ignorant, tries to be okay with the glances Kinn and Porsche are throwing his way as Tem greets them. But as Tem draws closer, and Time’s hand flexes on Tay’s thigh, Tay can’t suppress the glare that darkens his face. Tem is wearing a new earring, tilting his head to show it off to Jom, and it looks - it looks like something Time would buy for Tay.

Anger and possessiveness surge through him, and Tay can feel the blood pounding in his ears and throat. He feels lit up with it, stupid with it - his body hot and jaw tense. He wants to throw his arm over Time’s shoulder, stake his claim. Wants to grab his chin and prise his mouth open. Wants to kiss him hot and wet and filthy. Wants to scratch, wants to bite.

Time would probably let him. Hell, Time would probably let Tay get a hand in his pants right there at the table. He’d enjoy it, Tay knows he would.

His rings clink against his glass as he grips it tighter, and he knows Time is watching him. Tay feels his gaze like a brand.

He’s mine. Tay thinks as viciously as he can at Tem. I’m his.

That’s when Time leans in, and presses the softest kiss to the strained line of Tay’s throat. “You look so good tonight, Tay,” he says.

The rage snaps through him like a bolt of electricity, and Tay shoves Time’s hand off his thigh, disgusted.

“I’m getting another drink,” he spits over his shoulder, already halfway out of his seat. He half-expects Time to grab his wrist, pull him back down and into his side like he usually does to placate Tay. But Time - just lets him go, and his sigh rings heavy in Tay’s ears.

"Do you want me to ask him to leave?" Porsche asks as he hands Tay another glass of wine across the bar.

Tay scoffs, "And give Time an excuse to take him home, fuck him in our bed?"

He immediately regrets his outburst when Porsche and Pete just exchange awkward looks. He sighs, and throws back his wine in two large gulps. The glass hits the bar with a thud, his movements sloppy.

“Tay…” Porsche begins but Tay cuts him off with a shake of his head.

"Sorry, Porsche,” he sighs, staring at the wet ring his glass has left on the table. “I know he's your friend. And to you, Pete. I don't want to spoil your evening.” Pete shakes his head slowly, and he reaches out to place a tentative hand on Tay’s shoulder.

“Don’t go back to him tonight,” Pete says. The earnestness in Pete’s expression makes Tay falter. He remembers, abruptly, the shooting range. The offer to help improve his aim, just to get his mind off things.

“-Or ever,” Porsche adds. ”Come back with me and Kinn. There’s plenty of guest rooms. I’m sure Tankhun would love a sleepover.”

Tay just shakes his head. “I'm going to get some air."

He snags the drink Porsche has been making for Kinn, ignoring Porsche's call after him, and heads out back. The cool night air hits him immediately, making him shudder as he looks around.

Vegas is smoking in the alley, tapping away on his smartphone with one hand.

Fuck it, Tay thinks. "Got a spare?"

As Vegas turns to him, and Tay realises this is the first time he's really spoken to the minor family heir. "Please?" he adds, putting on his prettiest smile

Vegas looks him up and down for a moment, mildly curious. “Knock yourself out.”

He holds out the packet, but doesn’t push away from the wall he’s propped up against. So Tay moves closer, kicks aside a rusted barstool, and fits into the space next to Vegas.

They don’t talk for a long moment. Tay is satisfied with that. The lighter that slips into his vision, the prickle of heat on his knuckles as he leans down to light the cigarette between his teeth, is its own kind of offering.

Eventually, the nicotine working to soothe his frayed temper, Tay turns to take in Vegas’s profile as he looks down at his phone. Tay can't help but notice his beauty, remembering him the night at the auction. The mean spirit seems to have lessened in him. There's a contentment to him that he wears well.

“Love or work. Which is it?”

The question startles Tay for a moment, before he snorts. “Love is work where Time is concerned.” It slips out before he really thinks about it, body loose as the adrenalin wears off and he takes a long swig of Kinn’s whiskey. He feels it burn all the way down. .

Vegas stays quiet for a long moment, and when Tay looks back, he sees the minor family heir checking his phone again. Tay can’t help the small stab of disappointment at being ignored, and starts to push up from the wall, thinking if he’s not even wanted here,, he might as well grab a cab home.

"-If you want to ditch him,” Vegas speaks suddenly, head cocked in question even as a smirk pulls at his lip, “I can show you a different bar."

Tay pauses, and tries to ignore the way his belly swoops at the invitation, the desire to make Time hurt still sizzling beneath his skin. What would Kinn think if he goes somewhere with Vegas, of all people? What would Pete think? Especially tonight, on Pete’s birthday.

The thought of Vegas’s partner makes something awful twist hard in his stomach.

"You want to skip out on your boyfriend?" Tay asks, face grim.

Vegas must see his expression, because he merely smiles, and tilts the phone at Tay:

Pete: Is Tay with you?

Vegas: Looking like a kicked puppy. Why?

[Pete is typing...]

"He'll understand," Vegas soothes, even as he smiles wolfishly at whatever Pete has typed next. "Your sour face tells the entire sob story, and-” he glances up again, locking eyes with Tay as he says in English. “My Pete has this thing about strays."

Tay should feel resentment at the appraisal, but there's something about Vegas's direct attention that is tantalising. It makes his stomach flutter, even as discomfort starts to tingle in his hands and feet.

Tay grows restless, looking away from Vegas’s frank stare and taking a drag on the stub of cigarette still burning between his fingers. Fuck Time, he thinks. Fuck him for making Tay love him so much.

All of a sudden, the sadness rushes over him before he can stop it, his eyes hot with tears. Tay hastily dashes at his eyes with the back of his hand, mourning his eyeliner. To cry in front of Vegas of all people-

“Hey,” comes Vegas’s voice, closer than he was before. “It’s okay.”

Tay startles slightly as a warm hand covers the bare nape of his neck. Dimly he thinks the hold would be humiliating if it wasn’t also oddly reassuring. He draws in a deep, shuddering breath as Vegas’s thumb moves a little, drawing comforting strokes behind his ear. It’s the softest someone has touched him in a while, and Tay feels more tears well up at the realisation that Vegas is comforting him like a distressed animal.

“There you go,” Vegas says as Tay sniffles into his sleeve. “A bastard like him will only enjoy your tears.”

Tay nods, tears drying on his cheeks and making his skin itch. “Thank you,” he tells Vegas thickly, dimly aware Vegas still has a hand practically cradling his skull. He awkwardly pats Vegas’s arm. “I think I needed that.”

“No more of that, then,” Vegas says, nodding at the empty glass still perched on the old barstool. “Kinn’s drinks are on the strong side.” Tay tactfully doesn’t ask how Vegas knows that. Vegas steps away, and Tay shivers at the loss of heat..

But- "Are you cold?" Vegas says next to his ear, once more in English. His voice sounds playful again, and before Tay can deny it, Vegas is raising an eyebrow and looking pointedly at the outline of Tay's peaked nipples under his mesh shirt.

Tay actually feels himself blush.

"Here," Vegas says. Tay blinks as the minor family heir steps in front of him, swinging his jacket over Tay's shoulders.

"Good," he murmurs, suddenly closer, and Tay feels a little unsteady as Vegas's hand lingers at the collar, knuckles brushing the rings in his ear. "It suits you."

Tay feels Vegas’s phone vibrate in the pocket of the jacket and feels a flush of - something, but before he can dwell on Pete, the fire door clangs open.

Without turning around, Vegas snaps, "Go fuck your sidepiece somewhere else."

Tay's stomach drops.

It’s Time.

A slave to his own morbid curiosity, he moves to step around Vegas. For a wild moment, Tay almost convinces himself that Time is just coming into the alley to piss - but Tay can see Tem behind Time, awkwardly avoiding eye contact, and suddenly the heavy weight of Vegas's jacket feels oddly protective.

"Tay?" Time says, surprise giving way to a rising anger in his voice. "What the fuck are you doing with Vegas?"

"We're just talking, Time," Tay sighs, stepping around Vegas stubbing the last embers of his forgotten cigarette out on the wall.

"In the alley?" Time scoffs.

Tay can't help but raise an eyebrow at Time's blatant hypocrisy, Tem still lingering in the doorway behind him. "Excuse me for not wanting to be around while you sweet-talk your booty call, Time.” Tay snips angrily, patience finally lost. "Did you call him here to fuck with me? Am I not enough for you, for even one night?

“Tay," Time says, and Tay sees the change in his expression, the anguish that pinches at his eyes. Tay hates it. He hates that he knows exactly how this goes. "Baby, you know that's not true. I love you."

"Then-" Tay swallows again, the lump in his throat making it painful to speak. "Why did you invite him, Time? It was meant to be us tonight, no work, no distractions, just a good time with friends and-" the tears well up once more, falling off his lashes. Time's face becomes blurred in the red light of the alley.

"Baby," Time says again, softer this time, as he moves closer to Tay. "You know I love you," He is close enough now to reach out and cup Tay's face. Tay flinches.

"Enough."

Tay jerks in surprise. He had forgotten Vegas was standing beside him, looking at Time like something nasty on the bottom of his shoe. "If you want to go fuck your little whore,” he says to Time, “go do that. You're done here."

Time looks livid, but instead of cowering in on himself, Tay finds himself pulled into Vegas's side, arm slung around his shoulders. "Let's go find Pete, sweetheart."

#apologies to jj but time is a bastard #this is an incomplete #totally directionless draft #but enjoy #vegastay #tayvegas #my vegaspetetay agenda #vegaspetetay #nikkiwrites #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegasporsche #vegaspete #vegas x pete #vegas x pete x tay #kp tay #kp time #taytime #tay x time

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fanghuas · 5 months

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thanks for tagging me @omegaphobe !

Nine people you'd like to get to know better

three ships: hanwenzhou, difanghua, and whatever the hell laurence and tharkay have going on. or if we can do platonic ships laurence and temeraire life partners babey

first ever ship: oof, that I actively shipped? I think it was zutara

last song: thriller is playing on the tv as we speak, so

last film: groundhog day! first time watching it

currently reading: blood of tyrants, almost at the end of the series now 👀

currently consuming: ice tea

currently craving: carbonara on account of carbonara the song playing on the radio when I was driving earlier

I'm tagging @fangdoubing, @cryptidafter, @sirenofthegreenbanks, @magicaldreamfox1 and anyone else who feels like doing this!

#tag games

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antique-forvalaka · 2 years

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Hi, I’m Sirvaria and welcome to my chaos blog! i post a lot of meta currently. Sometimes i do a bit of art, sometimes i write! i usally try to tag all #my stuff and #my work

You can also find me on ao3 as Sirvaria!

// disclaimer: this is so wildly out of date but im too lazy to make a new pinned //

My Writing:

Rags and Romance, Sass and Silk (1.5k, Word of Honor, Hanwenzhou)

Guzhu Furen (7k, Word of Honor, Hanwenzhou)

So i could let go (series, the heel + suit porn, currently tyk and woh)

Assumptions About You (6k, Kinnporsche)

Discoveries About Me (9.5k Kinnporsche)

My Word of Honor stuff:

Memes

Textposts pt1

Hanwenzhou hell: valentines collab

Textposts Supporting Cast edition

unhinged woh memes

Miscellaneous stuff:

Meta: Ghost Valley Devils Succession

Translation: Wang Rong unboxing WoH artbook

Can you believe i sometimes do fanart? It’s Han Ying!

Currently i also do a lot of cool stuff with my pals in the Insane Meta Mafia, formerly Hanwenzhou hell!

My KinnPorsche stuff:

Colour Theory Meta:

Major Players: Porsche

Major Players: Kinn

The Intersection of Kinn and Porsche / Green

Kinn’s Colour: A revision

Episode 2; Significant Scenes

Episode 3; Significant Scenes (+Tankhun)

Episode 4; Significant Scenes

Episode 5; Significant Scenes

Extra: Hidden Messages YT Video

Miscellaneous Meta:

The Portraits (pt 1)

mini meta: Porsche and fitting in with the minor family

mini meta: Kinn & Porsche and communicating

KinnPorsche Memes:

Episode 1 Memes

KinnPorsche Alignment Chart

More Memes

Porsche deserves dark underwear

Memes memes memes

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luckydragon10 · 1 year

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I posted 1,560 times in 2022

That's 1,486 more posts than 2021!

287 posts created (18%)

1,273 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@moerusai

@antique-forvalaka

@biochemjess

@yeetlegay

@fractured-ice

I tagged 1,547 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#kinnporsche - 1,128 posts

#kinnporsche meta - 378 posts

#damn good meta - 306 posts

#you're so queue'd - 264 posts

#kinnporsche fanfic - 210 posts

#kinn theerapanyakul - 175 posts

#porsche kittisawat - 164 posts

#fanart - 119 posts

#kinnporsche fanart - 103 posts

#nemi answers - 92 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#let me just go off and work on the hanwenzhou fanfic i have in progress to keep feeding you reasons to love these three ridiculous men

My Top Posts in 2022:

NGL, I high-key need Kinn to be nervous as hell over the thought of meeting Chay.

Because,

It will be the funniest shit to see Big Bad Mushy Mafia Boss desperate for the approval of the gentlest, squishiest boy in the show.

Kinn legit should be nervous after all the crap he put Porsche through, regardless of whether Chay knows about any of it.

And Chay is one of Porsche's only remaining family members and literally the only family member who matters.

329 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

How Porsche disarmed Big...

...and almost got away with it.

Some great discourse got me revved up about the fight choreography so far in KinnPorsche, so guess what? META TIME.

We know Porsche is a Taekwondo champion, though from what has been shown so far, he's generally NOT leading with his Taekwondo skills but rather with his street fighting skills. I say this as someone who has practiced Taekwondo. It's there, and I can see it in certain moments, but it's like it's buried in boxing and brawling moves.

I saw one especially big exception. Or should I say, exception for Big? (Haha. Get it?)

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Kim and Isolation

There's a lot of rage at Kim going around right now (ep 11 of KinnPorsche). And I'm the kind of person who sees everyone swimming in one direction, and it makes me want to swim the other way.

So I started thinking about Kim and trying to get in his head. I put on my writer hat and examined him from a character perspective and a narrative perspective.

What I came up with is that Kim is isolated as fuck.

Isolation as an Overall Theme

Isolation is a common and useful narrative theme for love stories because it sets up a reversal — the change from isolation to togetherness.

In KinnPorsche, each of the six main characters in the pairings experiences isolation in some way, and to varying degrees.

Kinn experiences the isolation that comes with all the unique pressures that he faces as the heir to the mafia empire.

Porsche, normally very gregarious and social, experiences isolation in his early days as a bodyguard — even with Pete's initial support, he's largely on his own.

Vegas, like Kinn, is an heir and has a family situation that isolates him, and he has a warped perception of the world and people around him. (Macau may be the only exception for him, though we're missing a lot of background and development there.)

Pete experiences isolation paired with vulnerability in his captivity.

Porchay experiences isolation in his family situation, with a deadbeat uncle and a brother who ran off to join the circus mafia.

Kim experiences isolation in his home, in his work as a solo artist, and in his investigation.

Kim "No Man Is Island Except Me" Theerapanyakul

Of the characters, Kim is the only one whose isolation is self-imposed. He's a unique story element in that way.

He's also the only character for whom we've heard inner thoughts (ep 5), because:

We as the audience need to understand those thoughts.

There is no one with whom he would share them aloud.

Narratively, the writers/directors got stuck in a position where they needed to add the "inner thoughts voiceover" trope solely for him, and only in that one place, because of how dramatically isolated he is.

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About Kim's polaroid collection

It was easy for me to miss the first time around, but...

Chay was hiding those polaroid pics for Kim to find at random moments.

Each picture was left as a gift.

This particular one was hiding in the guitar strings.

The rest of them in the box? Each one was almost certainly collected from a different hiding place. Each one with a hand-written message.

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1,086 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Fic Writers: You Need No Justification

I've had a few noteworthy incidents recently with the way readers have chosen to engage with my fic.

First, an early TLDR: Fic writers, you are under no obligation to justify either yourself or your writing choices to your readers. Ever.

There may come a day when a commenter thinks they can say whatever they like, without any care as to how that might affect you. They might, possibly, even be hoping to get a reaction. When that happens, I want you to remember that this commenter Is not your audience.

And you don’t have to let them walk all over you.

Recently, a commenter chose to disagree with my characterization and relationship dynamic choices, starting with a dismissive “Naah” and saying “I don’t like this idea that…” and “I don’t like this {character}...” and “I am sad now…” and “I can’t continue.”

And I chose to tell them to back off. Firmly. Then I got a response that really concerns me.

Name is hidden for no reason in particular. Because it’s a throwaway name anyway.

First of all, this commenter folded as soon as I showed I wouldn’t cater to them. Second, the fact that this person comments anonymously with “random names” is a dead giveaway that they know their behavior isn’t above board, and that having it traced back to them would be less than fun for them.

I also had another commenter recently who willfully chose to ignore tags, triggered themself, and left a comment about how upset they were. Similarly, I reminded this person that they chose to read the fic and recommended they make healthier choices for their own sake.

So once again: As a fic writer, you don’t have to cater, you don’t have to placate, and you don’t have to justify yourself.

(Note: The threads are frozen already, no need to go searching or get involved.)

1,711 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

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