#idk how to fuckin tag this honestly

[kangjaehee]

may.

alright bitches and bros lets fucking go. mystictober day 1 - favorite character.

title: may.

character(s): jaehee kang

rating: general

word count: 1848

tags: angst, grief, guilt, parental death tw, character study, inspired by she used to be mine from the waitress musical.

Jaehee set her espresso down on the table, opened her work planner, clicked her pen out. The time of the month had come once again where she looked at her life for the next month, the ever-changing, ever-approaching deadlines, the projects and trips and cancellations and meetings, and put them all in a neat, visually recognizable square calendar, and then in dedicated pages on a daily planner.

She also pulled out her tabs, which she used for a color-coordinated task system: purple for personal appointments, blue for company affairs, red for Mr. Han’s personal affairs, and yellow for events, of which there were few. There also used to be orange, for RFA matters, but that color went unused ever since Rika’s sudden leave. 

Her planning system was complex and meticulous, something she’d developed and perfected over the years, and that she was quite proud of. She attributed whatever sanity she had to it; it was the reason why she wasn’t overwhelmed to the point of dysfunction by the quick pace of her environment. 

She wanted to laugh. When she’d first started as Han Jumin’s assistant, knowing what that entailed, she was worried she would not be able to live up to it. Yes, she was a top student of a top five university, an early graduate of their business school, and some even named her a prodigy– but this was Han Jumin of C&R. 

In the end, of course, she managed to do it, managed to pull through, like she always did. Her time management was still not flawless– she still barely had time for healthy, substantial meals, exercise, journaling, and other self-care activities that were necessary for both her physical and mental well-being– but it worked for her priority, which was her job. At least that always got done perfectly on time. And she was immensely glad for it. 

Taking out a few highlighters, and opening her monthly planner (which was ZEN themed, of course, a collection of his greatest postcards from musicals and modeling shoots, each pic more majestic than the last; not very professional but it provided a necessary boost of serotonin), she got to work to get this next month sorted out. 

May. Hell Note month– she should rewatch that when she has the time. The tail-end of spring, where the mid-year review had to begin its preparation to be presented in the first two weeks of June. There were a couple of office birthdays for which she had to buy gifts, a trip Mr. Han had to take to Italy, and another one to Houston. 

May. It’s crazy how the year has flown by so fast. The winter was slow. Mr. Han’s ridiculous cat clothing line project had made her suffer for two weeks before being canceled abruptly once he changed his mind, some sort of grace of the heavens blessing her for once. Rika’s death anniversary came and went with a quiet chatroom. And then Zen’s new show came out, and then it was spring, and then they were here. That had been quick. She hoped the rest of the year would be the same, or at least not too heavy… not like last year, with the meerkat thing… Oh God, she was going to be 25 this year. She decided not to think about that. 

May was also a month she was never exactly looking forward to. It was the month of her mother’s birthday and her father’s death. However much she tried, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad every time May rolled around. 

She usually kept busy enough to distract herself, with school finals and internship paperwork, trying to not get distracted by her resurfacing grief, which was a weak spot. She could not afford the paralyzing, stifling sadness– not then, not now, not ever. She’d put it on a little chest when she was seventeen and top of her class, to keep it out of the way. But this time… it looked like it was going to be difficult.

Both dates fell on weekends. Which Saturdays weren’t exactly a day off for her– she still had to show up to the office for half the hours, but almost always wound up staying full time or more if there wasn’t another activity. Sundays, though, were completely blank. She didn’t come to the office unless it was an extreme situation, preferring to reset in whatever way she could, or get started on new projects. She wouldn’t have anything to distract her from the memory of her mother, or at least it wouldn’t be the same as being there, in the middle of activity. No amount of paperwork or emails or even musicals would be enough for her to hide. 

She sighs. She knows she shouldn’t do this. She raced against her feelings and lost bitterly every time, crying at her desk late at night not knowing what to do. She always pushed through though, got over it and stood up and kept going, just like her mother had taught her to do. And she would this time too. She’d find something to cope with, find some way to let this near paralyzing grief not sedate her. She couldn’t afford that. 

Briefly she sat back and wondered what her parents would think if they saw her now. Not allowing herself to feel or to even breathe lest she let her guard down. Would they even recognize her now, buried in paperwork, short hair and glasses and all? What would they think if they saw her like this, living day by day, living for the little things, focusing on what’s right in front of her to distract herself from the fact that there’s really nothing much beyond that? Would they look at her and recognize the girl they knew?

No, she realizes with a pang to her chest. They wouldn’t. The woman she was now was barely a shadow of the girl her mother knew, and only embers remained of the girl her father knew. 

(She’s not too sure she remembers her well either, beyond the calm happiness she felt. It’s been twenty years).

Hell, she’s not sure she would even recognize herself. It’s been a lifetime since she was thirteen. Back then she was ambitious, driven towards great goals that she now can’t remember, oh my God she can’t remember. And now, she still has that same energy, that same capacity to endure, but it’s being applied towards simply keeping herself alive, and it’s a tragedy. It feels a little bit like a tragedy. 

That girl, bright-eyed, whip-smart, and intrepid, is not here anymore. The girl that stares back in the mirror is burnt out, dissatisfied, and so very afraid. 

Perhaps her mother wasn’t the only one who died in that car crash that fateful day. Whoever she used to be died too. 

And it’s not an easy truth to recognize, nor something that fills her with pride. She’s angry, actually, it’s that kind of anger that claws at your stomach and makes it bleed, because this is not who her mother taught her to be. She didn’t raise Jaehee to give herself away like this. Jaehee never would’ve imagined herself giving herself away like this. But circumstances change for the worse.

And it’s true, she’s never been attention’s sweet center, never felt like the protagonist of her own life, always like a neglected side character trying with all her might to be noticed and make do. The world never had a place for people like her. She’s had to assimilate, fight for her own. And with that, came sacrifice. But, even then, she still remembers that girl, with her bright eyes, sharp wit, and kind smile.

Imperfect, but hardworking. When something didn’t work out the first time, she tried again, turning her poisonous frustration into deadly retaliation. A polar opposite to now, where she can’t afford to fall back. She was hard on herself– always has been, that’s perhaps the only constant of her entire existence, always feeling like she didn’t measure up, that she’d be knocked down and sent reeling if she didn’t sit safely at the top or near it, and never, ever allowing herself to be dragged down by her feelings. No, she had to be strong, for her mother. For herself. 

(She was filled with so much fear, and so much guilt. For being so goddamn needy, so sad, so not the strong girl her mom needed her to be. She always felt so stupid for wanting love she knew she wouldn’t be able to get. And then, when she was on her own, sucked it up, because she knew no one would be able to give it.)

She never asked for help; no. Even when she needed it most, she’d figure it out on her own. She still does, although sometimes she wishes so badly to tear down her walls, reach her hand out of this wild ocean for anyone who sees it to grab it. Say hey, I am lost and don’t know for how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling into an abyss I won’t be able to come out of. I am mourning my old self more than I’ve mourned anyone. (I think I haven’t felt safe enough to be vulnerable in fifteen years.)

Because, all in all, she was a mess of contradictions: messy in the way teenagers are, yet kind; ambitious yet bad at planning-, guilty yet selfish, lonesome yet craving connection however much she denied it. All of that, mixed up and baked into a beautiful, unique cake. And now, she was just someone who had grown into a tall child, unable to recognize herself past what others needed her to be. 

There was a time when she belonged to herself. That time was gone. Mom, I am sorry, I would’ve let you down, you’d never let me go this far, but I had no choice. I had no choice. I hope you can forgive me. 

She’d do anything to get herself back… if she could, if it wouldn’t kill her to do so. If she had the chance, how she’d go back and change the ending, not let that girl die and her dreams be lost, not let her become this, whatever it was. Because now, there was nothing else to be done. 

Silently, she prayed, and she apologized. To her mother, to her father, to herself. She prayed for a light, perhaps, something to reignite that fire in her eyes that used to belong to her.

She looked at the mint highlighter on her left, didn’t take her eyes off it, and focused all her concentration on not crying. 

Oh my God, she was not about to cry over some silly, random, utterly uncalled for bout of sadness. She could not afford to waste this much time sulking in her feelings. There was a month to plan. Get it the fuck together, Jaehee.

So she chugged her coffee, swallowing her burdens deep inside her stomach, and picked up her pen. 

[peppermintpegis]

netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

[queer-pagan-witch]

One day I will learn, that just because the bottle is low, does not mean I need to finish off the bottle.

[kkolg]

It’s annoying

It happened twice too please🧍‍♀️

[waywardsalt]

i have. so many notes app damibeck wips

[kelleycubes]

MECH MONDAY RETURNS and this time ! i will be less thirsty for these robots (lie) ! of all kinds (lie) !! and i ‘ll keep this win train chuggin  in Ultra Hard Mode!! :)) (@jame7t​ please keep me motivated . i need support. i need back up. this is sexy robot hell and i need more hands.. to use.. to escape.. and hold robiot..)

[way2gosuperrstarr]

errrrr my take on an mc design { @ˊꈊˋ@ } with a little bit of my own "flair" to it of course (^_−)☆

aand by that i mean just mixing some of my own personal sona design elements into it ! lmaoo so nothing too crazy. just about average

this was fun .....! she's cute as hell i think i love them sm

i kinda just fucked around and found out with the uniform erm i think it looks. okay.

[thewhumperinwhite]

ATTD: Caught (part 3)

Masterlist // Caugh part 1 //Caught part 2

Will and Chorus have matching emotional problems ~<3

@whumpitywhumpwhump @favwhumpstuff @whump-cravings

TW for: implied suicidal impulses and/or self-harm; knives/knifeplay. (not in a kinky way.)

The second crash was louder than the first. Felicity Krie turned to look, frowning.

“Don’t move,” she told the boy called Will—who, arms bound tight around the back of his chair, could not have done so anyway—and jogged out to see what was wrong.

The boy let out a breath he had been holding for too long, and let himself sag against the ropes holding him in place. The relief of being unobserved was enough to make him forget the burn of the rough hemp and unvarnished wood against his wrists and arms, at least for a moment.

“Chorus,” he said softly, when he had caught his breath. “Will you come out and help me?”

The ton choreuson was still lying in a heap beside the door, so that was where the faint pop and brief reddish light came from. Chorus herself was already lounging against the chair Felicity had just vacated, opposite the one to which the boy was bound.

“Why,” said Chorus, examining her deadly fingernails, “would I want to help you, Doorkeeper?”

Ah yes, Will thought, of course. “Because I’ve asked you so nicely?” he said, raising his eyebrows. He tried to shrug a little, and winced it made the ropes pull at his straining shoulders. Chorus’s eyes flickered in his direction—it wasn’t easy to tell where she was looking, generally, because her eyes had no whites and her pupils were a narrow forking line, but he knew her too well to miss it—and then quickly away again.

“I didn’t hear a please,” said Chorus. With a little effort, Will did not roll his eyes.

“Chorus,” he said, keeping his voice flat and deliberate and not annoyed. There was another crash from outside. He hoped the Magician was not actually fighting; it would be at least two against one now. “Will you please untie me?”

“No, I don’t believe I shall,” said Chorus, using a fingernail to pick at her needle-sharp teeth. “I think you might have to order me, Doorkeeper.”

Will felt his hands tighten into fists behind his back. Then he sat back in the chair—as much as he could, anyway—and glared at her. “Or,” he said icily, “Perhaps I’ll just sit here, and let one of them kill me, and then they can throw you in a ditch, if that’s what you want. Or sell you to someone who can’t handle you, maybe you’d like that better.”

Chorus surged forward, the speed of her movement blurring her pale skirts and paler hair into smoke, and snapped her teeth loudly in Will’s face, holding herself up by her clawed hands on his mostly-bare knees.

“Don’t talk to me, Doorkeeper,” she said, “as though I don’t know what you want.”

Will did not drop her gaze, although he felt a shamed flush rising in his cheeks.

“This isn’t the right time or place,” he said, and his voice came out low and steady and did not shake, thank all gods. “I know that. So do you.”

“Isn’t the right place for you,” Chorus said, still in that same cold tooth-filled voice, but there was nothing but smoke in Will’s face now, and her voice was coming from behind him.

He held very still when he felt her teeth at his wrists. He did not give in to temptation. It really wasn’t the right time.

“Thank you,” he said stiffly, rubbing his burning wrists. “Now—”

“Yes, I know this part, Doorkeeper,” Chorus snapped, stomping pointedly back to where the ton choreuson was lying by the door. “No need for a formal dismissal. Shithead.”

She popped back into smoke as she reached where the sword lay, without ever looking back at him, and then was gone.

“Thank you,” he told her again, when he buckled the sword belt back over his borrowed tunic. It would have hurt his stomach to say I’m sorry.

Will opened the inn door, wincing at the midday desert sunlight, just in time to see Larkspur Criel yank Jasper forward by an outstretched arm and bring a knife toward his throat.

Without thinking, Will plunged a hand into the length of Larkspur’s hair and yanked, hard; they stumbled back with an undignified yelp.

Will buried his hand in Larkspur’s hair, his other hand dropping to the hilt of his sword, and tried very hard to see and understand despite the bright sunlight hammering against his injured head.

There was a very large man, probably Galdrean, standing next to the door with his huge fists clenched and his massive shoulders bowed in preparation for violence; Felicity Krie, looking even smaller than usual by comparision, was hovering nearby looking uncertain; and a small crowd seemed to be gathering, a fact about which neither Jasper nor Larkspur Criel seemed to have thought about too carefully.

“Hullo, everyone,” Will said mildly, very aware of all the eyes that were now on him.

Without warning, Larkspur Criel spun hard, slamming their arm against Will’s throat and pinning him against the inn’s door, the knife in their hand very close to the side of his face. Will’s sword was halfway drawn and his hand was still tangled in Larkspur’s hair; their faces were now very close together.

“Do you want to go first,” said Larkspur, “or shall I?”

Their knife was now resting against the side of Will’s face, close to the scar where Dream cut him—more than a week ago, now. More than a week, somehow.

It took Will a long second—too long—to realize that Larkspur had not moved the knife. Will had moved his face to rest against the blade.

Larkspur stared at him in confused alarm. Their face was scarred, too, many more times over than Will’s. They made no move to use the knife.

“Don’t hurt him!” a high voice cried, cutting across the crowd like breaking glass, and Will froze as every eye on the street landed squarely on Saren, standing now in the middle of the street, looking very silver-haired and not in the least human, in full view of at least a dozen bystanders.

“…That’s a demon,” Larkspur Criel said blankly.

The small crowd burst into a flurry of frightened movement, away and toward the demon too simultaneously for anyone to make much progress anywhere, and Will took the opportunity to draw the ton choreuson just enough to sink the decorative hilt into the center of Larkspur Criel’s stomach.

Larkspur stumbled back a step, gagging on the wind Will had knocked out of them. Will let his hand slide out of their hair and pushed past them, wrapping his hand around Saren’s small wrist.

“Let’s go, Magician!” he yelled at Jasper, who blinked dazedly for a second, but then set his jaw and flicked his Runes out of his pocket. The street began to fill rapidly with smoke. Will had time to see Jasper pull to a stop beside him, and feel the Magician grab a handful of the collar of Will’s tunic to keep them together, before the whole street was obscured and Will could not see a foot in front of his face.

“This way,” Jasper hissed, and tugged him down the smoke-filled street; Will could hear many voices shouting and coughing and finally it was easier to simply close his eyes, hold on, and run.

[tearingdread]

hmmmmm…..

[beauzos]

been reading Little Big Man and am right on the cusp of seeing Custer and i'm pacing like a feral animal, like i wanna see this stupid bitch. i've read this book before and seen the movie a couple of times but i'm very interested in re-examining his portrayal in this book after learning a lot more about Custer. in the movie he's definitely the egomaniacal buffoon, which honestly is fine. i don't disagree with it since that's honestly pretty true. but it's fine especially since LBM is partly a comedy anyways.

and they rightfully saw Washita was a massacre too.

[stardustbuck]

I feel like atp even if there were plans to make bvddie canon theyre gone now. if tim minear is even half as petty as I am he would see that reaction and go u know what fuck you u actually don't get what you want now cause ur acting so goddamn entitled. like when tarlos fans got mad about the deleted scenes instead of appreciating them being released and his reaction was to say "okay fine then I just won't release deleted scenes anymore" (like I'm sure it was mostly a marketing decision but part of me thinks they intentionally released a scene about bucktommy just to prove a point.) idk man it's just really upsetting as a bi man to see the absolutely vile shit bvddie stans are saying and even tho I love the ship I now never want it to go canon cause they've fuckin ruined it

hey anon, at first let me agree with the fact that i do in fact also love bvddie a lot and i still love reading fics for them, the edits of them are fantastic and the fanart is S tier. it’s a great pairing with a lot of potential there IF the writers decided to ever go there but…

huge answer below

yeah, i agree. i honestly think before tommy was introduced again in 7x03 and the kiss in 7x04 that in my brain, bvddie was the most logical endgame for buck until it wasn’t.

i came into the show shipping bvddie much like a lot of new fans to the show but instead of hopping onto the tommy anti express hate train i found myself falling in love with buck and tommy together. at first i was still on board with bvddie still being endgame but as each episode aired after 7x04 i became faced with the reality of the situation (at least the way i see it) that bvddie might always be fanon and that’s ok because fandom keeps ships alive whether they’re canon or not. some of the biggest ships EVER are non-canon (i mean, cmon spirk? one of the OG MM ships?) so it didn’t really deter me from enjoying bvddie to this day. what HAS deterred me from interacting with bvddie content is toxic bvddies. i don’t like using the lil nicknames, idc if other ppl do, whatever, but i prefer just referring to certain kinds as just toxic plain and simple.

toxic shippers have made it difficult for anyone who multiships to interact with bvddie content. while there are incredibly nice & welcoming bvddie endgamers out there, it doesn’t overshadow the hateful ones in my online experience at least. i’ve blocked so many ppl over this ship discourse, which ive never had to do with any other fandom before the extent i have with 911. everyday i still find new ppl to block, you go under almost any comment section on the 911 insta and its filled with nasty comments abt tommy and only caring abt whether bvddie will be canon in s8. people projecting their hatred of tommy/lou onto the cast/crew of the show when it’s be said and proven time and time again that it’s quite the opposite. now im certain there’s bad apples in the bucktommy side as well, but from what ive seen online so far it is not nearly to the caliber of the bvddie side. ive blocked maybe a handful of bucktommy’s for being hateful towards eddie or being toxic overall, but ive probably blocked over 100+ toxic bvddies. i can only imagine it’d be worse if i was active on 911 twt which i’m not (thank god) but i have ventured into the tags before on there and let me tell you, it’s fucking horrifying how gross ppl are over there. twt is a cesspool for fandom anyways tho, the fucking asshole of fandom, it’s a septic tank really.

now im my own opinion which could be completely untrue of course, but just basing my thoughts on what i’ve seen online and interviews and such, tim seems to be really happy about bucktommy and idk how ppl believe otherwise. tim has expressed he loves LFJ and wanted him back on the show. tim showed up on set for the kiss scene. tim posting an entire youtube vibe abt bucktommy being soulmates that touches on the invisible string theory and explains how they accidentally found buck’s perfect match. tim sharing the deleted tommy scene is also huge but im waiting to see if he releases more (because i remember seen somewhere that he said there’d be more?) and if he does then great but it’s also still pretty telling to me after the whole karaoke fiasco.

oliver has said nothing but praises towards buck’s queer storyline. he quite literally said if you dont like it then watch something else. despite ppl saying he’s never interacted with bucktommy content online, that’s a lie because he has liked fanart of them.

aisha, kenneth & tracie have all expressed how they like tommy/lou and love working with him.

jlh said she loved bvddie before but is excited to see where buck and tommy go and then on an insta live said she doesn’t think bvddie is happening and was bombarded by toxic fans to the point of ending the live early.

ppl think it’s all some ruse to make it seem like bvddie is never happening so when it does happen it’s a “surprise” ……..

the nasty hate comments are doing nothing but exposing these types of ppl for who they are and that honestly to them, 911 is just the bvddie show to them. the people who run these social media accs for 911 are looking at these comments and cringing, they aren’t running to tim and abc being like “we must give these crazies what they want!” they’re mostly likely being ignored or honestly, as you said, being looked at and just reinforcing their decision to most likely make tommy buck’s endgame so as long as his schedule is open for filming.

what gets me the most about the hate these types of shippers spew online is how they aren’t embarrassed because they are so sooo convinced they will be right one day and therefore their insane, nasty behavior online will be justified. oliver stark literally left twt because of fans like this, people act like he was joking around, that he was shooting the shit probably because “he’s british and british people just have that kind of humor” which yes to a certain extent but let me just add these posts to set an example to why if oliver were still on twt he absolutely would not be happy with the way toxic bvddies are acting right now.

oliver (and ryan&other cast too) being positive abt bvddie never meant it was going to be canon of become canon one day. they do not decide these things, whether they believe it should or not. a lot of bvddie shippers come from previous fandoms where queerbaiting was there, where they were made fun of by actors of their ships, by the creators of the show! so i understand the frustration but oliver is not queerbaiting and buck is not a queerbait character when he quite literally is now confirmed bisexual and in a relationship with a man.

he’s just not the “correct” queer to these people. despite headcanons (hell even i hc eddie as queer!!) eddie so far, in canon, is not queer. by the end s7 he is still shown to not be over shannon and ruins his relationship with his son over this. ryan has stated in interviews he sees eddie as heterosexual, possibly pushing this because of the influx of ship discourse, and he’s glad to see a vulnerable and deep friendship that buck and eddie can have as a straight man and a queer man and how important he thinks it is.

every single thing that points to bvddie never going canon is like they’re being shot point blank in the chest. i get it, your ship not becoming canon sucks, but again, that is what fandom is for! shipping has never been about how canon smth is, there is 20k fics out there for bvddie and they aren’t canon. they can turn that into 40k, 100k, 1M if they really wanted to! instead they use their time and energy posting death threats, wishing death upon a gay character, bullying ppl online for enjoying a ship.

meanwhile from what ive seen bucktommys are rolling with goofy ass spy tommy theories created by antis and making jokes for our own fun.

so yes, i agree overall. they truly don’t deserve what they think they do. we didn’t whine and scream for a deleted scene. they did. we got ours without even expecting it and are having fun.

maybe if they behaved better i wouldn’t be so petty abt it. it’s a shame because of how much potential it has, unfortunately it is just not going that way atm. and even if it does one day, it is not because they paraded online with hate, it is because that’s the story tim and the others wanted to write and abc approved it.

🫳🎤

[youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me]

That's so fucked up that people are romantizing Franco, because even Red Barrels are showing him as a total creep and disgusting person. In Outlast Tag I have a feeling that some artists are making him completly different character, making him charming/safe/lovely. I even have seen some people who were drawing him with normal face (without big forehead) and you couldn't tell them that it's the right character design! I feel like Franco enjoyers are more agressive than fans of other Outlast character. Even with Coyle/Eddie simps they seem to understand that they are evil and they murder others, but with Franco I feel like they can take it when someone tell them that he's grown up, murder people in very brutal way and his voice lines are just disgusting... it really seems that people are getting agressive only because someone tell some shit about 🎀✨️Franco🎀✨️. I know his fans isn't the only one that have stick in their ass (cause I seen a lot of shit bout Coyle/Big Grunts/Easterman etc.) but yall need to understand that FRANCO IS A GROWN ASS MAN and you would run for your life if you'd meet someone in irl as 1% fucked up as he is. Saying that he's just a Baby and he made nothing wrong is just 🤮 and problem is in yall if you justificate him and things he made.

idk how to tell you this ,,,, but this game is fictional. The characters are fictional. You're free to feel however you want about them, just like I and anyone else is.

I partially agree with the part about changing his appearance to make him look more "normal" or whatever, but at the same time people are allowed to interpret their favs however they want to. They can draw / write for him however they want to. I don't like "fixing" his face, just because it (personally) feels like saying "he's too ugly", but again, that's just me. As an artist, I know that people are going to have different interpretations of a character I like. It's just part of other people existing in the world. Not everyone thinks like you do, and that's okay.

Do you know how many posts I saw (and STILL see) about Eddie Gluskin, doing essentially the same thing as what you said people do with Franco?? That man would cut you open to "make a baby in you" no hesitation and people still ""romanticize"" him (me fuckin included I LOVE YOU EDDIE). Its just part of liking fucked up characters, some people are going to want to make them more "normal".

Personally, I see the normalization as more like wanting to give him some normalcy in his life, because of his past / lore. I love the idea of letting Franco have a normal life, be a normal person. A life where he never had to deal with the stupid Mafia stuff, had a decent father and never ran into Murkoff, having a normal, happy life. But, I also seriously adore his original, fucked up character.

Honestly, who actually cares if people are "justifying" his actions??? None of them are real. He is not real. I have never understood the sentiment that you have to make sure people know you don't justify a fictional characters actions... they are not real. It's not a real person. None of the things he did happened.

Maybe it's just me, but I would not run from someone like him. That's not some edge lord "im so evil and dark" bs but because of my real life experiences. Been with and around people in my life / family who are quite like him and I didn't run.

I imagine some of us are using it as a sort of coping mechanism, because (at least for me) some of us dealt with people who treated us like he would. Though, that's getting into personal territory, and I won't try and speak for others.

All I can really say is either learn that not everybody's going to have the same ideas as you or block the tag. Sorry if that's too harsh a response, but life is too short to really give that much of a fuck about someone /something other people like.

And I've said this before but this is literally Outlast, all of the characters are this fucked up, it's not just him.

Like does no one remember Outlast 2??? Does no one remember the pile of dead burnt babies, or the hundreds of other fucked up things in that game?? I really feel like Franco does not compare.

So, can we please just be over with this now? I mean, drama is totally fun and I love it, but I can imagine others don't.

[dystopia-daily-trash-1]

Honestly I'm not sure we're *going* to get a hard launch. And I don't think that's a bad thing.

Right now we've got this kind of... "if you know you know" culture. The ones who know are generally chill about it (sure, we have our unhinged posts, but it's fuckin tumblr). They're able to hint at things and joke around and we're able to joke around in return. It's a comfortable medium and far more healthy than the phandom used to be, as they've gotten better and boundary setting and we've gotten better about not shoving some things in their faces (it's in our tags, and whether or not they come in here is their choice. We aren't @ing them or commenting it directly on yt/twt. The times thing go directly to them are asked for, like the "phan conspiracy theories" tweet.)

If they *were* to hard launch, they would instantly be inviting the broader public into it. We on tumblr might be in the know and generally not make a huge deal about it (beyond the general "omg happy for you" and "ugh so sick of them" posts). But the larger media? They're known enough to garner mainstream news articles. A hard launch would *instantly* bring the prying eyes of SO many who would not have as much chill about this. It would recontextualize them in the eyes of the public on ways they might not be comfortable with.

The only "benefit" I currently see to a hard launch is stopping the "anti-speculation" people who y'all keep talking about starting drama on Twitter. But they're only really hurting us, not dnp. And frankly, we can take it.

Idk I'm curious about others' thoughts on this. I know we joke about the hard launch a lot, but I'm curious how many actually think we're getting one / think getting one would be beneficial.

[captain-mj]

Heya, I love your Körangi stuff! The gumiho au is rly fuckin good 👀

Would you be interested in writing something for those two where Horangi can’t reach something bc it’s too high up and König‘s being a little (ha) shit about helping him? Honestly, idk if this even works in the gumiho au, so it can be something on its own if that works better. I just think the size difference has untapped potential 👌

Tumblr updated so my tags no longer work the same :(

Super short but super fluffy

König watched Horangi try to reach up, balancing on his toes. Horangi groaned and tried jumping up to get it. His fingers were just short of the box on the top shelf.

König pressed right against his back, almost squishing him. "Need help?" He teased.

"Go fuck yourself." Horangi hissed at him before trying to jump to get it again. His fingers managed to brush it.

König reached up and pushed the box slightly further back.

Horangi glared at him, looking betrayed. He moved away to get a chair but König's arms around his waist prevented him.

"You could just ask me for help."

Horangi groaned and looked up at him. He hadn't put on his sunglasses yet, so König could see him staring up at him, extremely unamused and very irritated.

"König."

"Yes."

"Get the box for me." Horangi growled.

König grabbed it but held it up. "Please?"

Horangi burned a hole in his skull with how hard he was glaring.

"Ah... Nevermind. Here you go." König gave it to him. He pulled him closer to his chest, feeling the warmth off of him.

Horangi pulled him down by his hood, getting underneath it so they were face to face. He kissed his cheek. "Thank you. But if you ever do that again."

König laughed and kissed him softly. Horangi bit him hard.

"I'm serious. Don't ever make fun of my height again."

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[gh0st-patr0l]

Okay like 2 people interacted thats enough. My NSFW Darby hcs r below the readmore enter at ur own risk

(Obligatory disclaimer that this is abt the character portrayed on aew, fiction vs reality, etc and so forth)

First of all- Believe it or not he doesn't have like the Healthiest situation in regards 2 sex/hookups

Essentially I looked at the Crazy sexual tension and obsessiveness he works into every feud and went yea. This guy gets weird specifically abt people who hate his fucking guts

To do a bit of fictional psychoanalysis, I think it comes down to him not being able to trust and be vulnerable towards others in an honest, emotionally intimate sense.

The mentality I picture is like... if he fucks the guy he knows hates him and just wants to use him, then he knows for sure what to expect. He's gonna get hurt and have his control taken and be left alone at the end of it, but that's certainty. As opposed to trying to genuinely form a healthy relationship with someone, which is a minefield of what-ifs and trusfalls that he sees as far more frightening

Essentially, stalking and harassing a guy in2 hatefucking him feels more comfortable to him because he knows what he's gonna get, and there's no concern about how they might actually feel about him.

There's probably more there 2 dig into but this is supposed to be hot so lets talk abt something more fun!!!

Personally I've always read him as a total sub. He's a fuckin maniac in terms of energy, and likes someone who can take whatever he throws out and turn it on him. A lot of the time he's just got so much buzzing inside him, he needs a wall to throw himself at until he wears himself out.

This motherfucker Loves bondage. Idk if you've ever seen him in tag matches but the way he hops around on the apron and chews on the tag rope and shit?? He LOVES being held down and getting to struggle against it.

Honestly, with that and all the BDSM shit, it's about being taken care of. He's always forcing himself to be independent and not let anyone in or see him weak. He can't bring himself to hand that control over willingly- he needs it to be taken from him.

U know that post thats like. Submissive but like how a guard dog is submissive. Yea. Put a collar on that boy

You can dominate him but you can never Not expect him to bite back and try to trip you up the whole time. Again, he likes the challenge- he's a total brat.

He loves degredation and s/m shit, but he's secretly also got a massive praise kink that he refuses 2 engage with. (Unless? 👀)

As for kinks, he's into all the basic bdsm stuff like impact play and breathplay, but he also likes all kinds of weird violent shit- knives and weapons, fire, blood. And even if he's not specifically into it, there's not much he won't try

((Skategoat sidenote: I think part of why he and Jack work 2gether so well is that Jack usually gets to dom. After so long of being controlled and having choices made for him and being used, getting to be in the driver's seat for someone else makes him feel empowered and secure in a way he usually isn't))

Anyway thats it for now ig. Reply with thoughts if u are epic and based 🙏