#js thought this would b silly is all

[papil0nglegs]

Friday night night funkin dating hcs!!

Warnings: Some nsfw stuff but nothing too far, boob grabbing, bra stealing, nudes but not rlly

A/n: I HAVE ANOTHER OBSESSION UGHHH, anyways!! I’m so happy the fandom is reviving bc of the new update ahh. Also I didn’t rlly know what to put for bc so apologies if you wanted more of him :(

Keith (bf):

He’s such a flower sniffer istg

He’s like a rosy cheeked sweetheart who brings you heart chocolate every time he visits you

No but actually he’s wrapped around your fingers, it’s scary.

His fav dates are you and him alone at his house watching Godzilla movies and laying his head against your stomach while you play with his hair

AND YOU WEAR HIS HAT

Sometimes you’ll send a pic of you in his boxers that he left at your house just to tease him

But whenever he feels silly (which is all the time) he’ll send a picture of him in your bra for funsies

“I can do that too :D”

“0_•”

Keith is such a nerd, playing video games with him is your go to date

You guys would always match, like whenever you two play Mario kart he’d be toad and you’d be toadette

You hype him up sm, esp when playing Fortnite 😭

Y’all know that one Tik tok audio that goes

“Yeah get his ass FUCKING PUSSY TRY THE FUCK AGAIN BITCH, TRY THE FUCK AGAIII”

You do that, and it scares him.

His fav activity? Pot + cartoons.

You guys are the silliest couples ever. Laughing at SpongeBob with fog all over the room until your ribs start to hurt.

“Babes.. do you think that like-Starfires armpits are also pink?”

“…woah”

Pico:

Now when pico first starting dating you he thought you were just another chick to stuff his wiener in.

But soon enough, you guys were both wrapped around each others finger.

He’d kill for you tbh

Pico canonically has abs, so he likes it whenever he’s chilling with you and you just poke/rub them. He thinks it’s the cutest AND hottest shit ever

This man cannot get enough of your boobies, whenever he’s on his phone he’d have his arm around you and casually use your boob as a stress ball.

Sometimes he’ll just steal your bras whenever you’re showering or changing, just so that he can get a fresh look at ‘his girls’ (that’s what he calls them)

“Pico!! Have you seen my bra?”

“Hm? Na babe, I’m js here.”

This sly fuckin ginger

Most of his dates consist of going to his fav burger joint or sleeping over at each others houses

He esp loves the second one cuz he gets to makeout with you, prob his fav thing to do in this life.

Whenever you guys leave any function, like ever, he’ll yell out your ship name as he leaves the room 😭

“Pi-y/n, OUT”

“Babe you don’t have to do that every time we leave..”

Also his dad (Tankmen) loves embarrassing him in front of you.

(Tankmen) “Yeah so Pico kept pissing himself in the bed until 7th grade, shit had me concerned but turns out it was just normal puberty shit.”

(You)“Oh..”

“Dad I’m gonna kill you.”

Lmao he did eventually

Darnell

Darnell has such a big ego on being a ‘cool tough guy’, but when it comes to you it entirely washes away

It embarrasses him whenever he’s around his friends and you come over and start smooching him all over his face, getting lipgloss/lipstick all over him

“Mwah mwah mwah!!”

“B-baby. Babe, you’re ruining my aura.”

But he loves showing you off, you’re like his biggest flex. Whenever he hangs with his friends he always shows pictures of you like you’re his newborn

“Yeah so this is when we went to the skate park the other week and-“

“Dude. This is like the 5th picture you’ve shown me of them.”

Once for Valentine’s Day, he surprised you by spray painting an entire wall of you smooching him. (But like in the style of the fnf stickers they sell)

You were in such awe, you almost cried.

He was so embarrassed to show you at first, but when he saw how much you loved it he was so relieved

You and Nene are such besties

Like, squealing while talking about boys besties

“HII Y/N!!! :33”

“OMG HEY NENE!! ^^”

So when she found out you had a crush on Darnell, she was so excited

You guys became delusional abt him together, like

“NENE TODAY DARNELL LOOKED AT ME”

“STOPP HE WANTS YOU SO BADD”

“IKR”

O and your weapon (cuz everyone in picos friendgroup has one) is a broken glass bottle of whatever your fav drink is

Sometimes you’ll throw in a burning rag in there to make a Molotov cocktail

Also I hc that Darnell has thick silver rings and you love how they feel against your neck whenever you guys are smooching.

He lets you wear them at times but they always slip off because our boy has some THICK fingers.

[c0llisiion]

★Pairing: Kim Mingyu + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: drabble , phone sex , name calling , nicknames, lots of dirty talk , degradation — lmk if i missed any ^^

★W/C: 698

A/N: HII! MY FIRST SVT FIC AH WTFFF this was js something i wrote a while back after hyper fixating on mingyu (still hyper fixating) im not that happy about it but i hope you like it!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

  Phone sex with Mingyu would be so romantic and exciting.

You would call him up in the middle of the night, frustrated. All the toys and dildos he bought for you so you could use them while he was gone for tours or overseas schedules would turn useless because you wanted mingyus thick veiny cock instead. Pumping his creamy white load inside you over and over again, creating a small bump in your abdomen. The way his cock would penetrate the insides of your sloppy walls, his large tip hitting your bruised cervix again and again, while a hand was on your clit. Flipping and tugging the sensitive nub. You just hate it when he leaves.

And so there you were. You called him up, crying. Frustrated at the fact that no toys were helping you reach your orgasm. “What's wrong, baby?” He knew what was wrong. You calling him crying in the middle of the night was a signal to him that you were not able to cum. “Wan’ you b-back… gyu.. miss you, sm…” you sniffled. “Me or my cock?” He laughed out loud. “Mingyu…!” You whine and cry. “Are the toys not helping my pretty princess?” “Nuh -hic- uh..” Your breath hitches. “Aww does my princess want my cock? Want my cock to fuck you silly? Yeah? You like that, don't you…  me fucking you into our bed.. yeahh… You are such a dirty whore, why don't you touch yourself f’ me? Take those pretty little fingers and rub that beautiful tight pussy f’ me..” you nodded before reaching down between your legs and rubbing your aching pussy.

You close your eyes and sigh, imagining that it was mingyus fingers instead. “Yeah.. are you thinking of me, pretty? Are you thinking of my fingers inside your sweet little cunt? Why don't you push your fingers in…” You turn on speaker and put your phone next to you before pushing your fingers in. A loud squelch was heard as your arousal gushed down your fingers. “Oh baby… so wet f’ me… Play with your clit.. yeah rub it gently and slowly.. Just like how i do it.” Mingyu was getting hard at the thought of you fucking yourself, but he couldn’t do anything about it right now. You moaned softly as you started playing with your clit. “Ngh- mingyu… feels g-good..” “Yeah? It does? Mm.. fuck baby, you got me so hard at your little sounds. Do you have that clear dildo by your side?” You look over to your left and spot the clear dildo that was a very accurate replica of your boyfriend's juicy dick. “Mhm..” “push it in f’ me.” You bite your lip and push the toy inside your sopping cunt. You let out a loud moan as the dildo grazed your soft walls. You closed your eyes and imagined it as mingyus dick. “Slowly fuck yourself on it doll.. take your time.. your gyu will be with you all night…” his voice was sultry and hypnotizing.

You were imagining him pounding you into the bed. His cock hitting your deepest parts over and over again while he plays with your soft tits. Your mouth left out soft whimpers, your other hand still moving slowly on your throbbing clit. “Go faster f’ me princess; I want to hear you loud and clear.” Your legs trembled as you increased your pace. The dildo hitting your cervix. “G-gyu… s’ good.. feels good..!” “Yeah… you like that, don’t you? Being a cumslut? God, I can't wait to come home and have you bouncing on my dick. I will make sure your tight cunt milks me of all my cum…fuck.” You moan loudly. Mingyu had a way with his words that had you writhing. “Gon’ cum gyu! m’ g-gonna cum!” “Yeah? My pretty little girl is finally coming? Go on, baby.. You deserve it..” a loud pornographic moan escaped your lips as you finally cum. Your eyes shut tight as you feel a stream of pent-up arousal gush everywhere. You get up and gasp at the huge mess you made on the bed. The white covers now gray. “Did my princess make a pretty little mess?” 

A/N : THANK YEW FOR READINGGG <3333 should i write more svt? Ilysmmmm!

[bloomingundertheshadows]

Seong Min could solve so many problems if he just told Hwi "I really like you. Our date was great. I'm just interested in several people, and I want to go on a date with everyone I'm interested in before I commit to something."

Given we only see an hour of footage for a 24 hr day, maybe he explicitly said something to him and we don't know. However, him telling Hwi that he just called JS because he told himself he'd call a different person the first two days is silly. He clearly likes JS, and that's fine. They're there to date people. Some people we just going to be into one person and not interested in dating others (JS, YH, and HJ all had this happen last season), and that's fine too.

The problems start to arise when you aren't honest about what's happening.

I think Seong Min is just trying to preserve everyone's feelings. Telling Hwi, who's clearly really into him, that he wants to date other people must be really really awkward. Like who wants to do that? Last season, MS was so distressed by liking two people that he literally slept all day and hid away with SW and JW to avoid talking about it.

I think that's why SM wanted JS to keep the date details a secret. I actually think I'd behave a lot like SM on the show - trying to not make a big deal out of the dates and keeping my relationship with each person separate. They're all aware they're in this insane dating show, so I would want to just let the show progress and then make a decision at the end.

We all know that people who aren't instantly sure about which person they want to pursue get a lot of crap from audiences, which is stupid. You should be allowed to go on multiple dates and come to a well thought out conclusion (like SH did).

But it's clearly driving Hwi insane, and I see why. SM keeps skirting around whether he likes other people and then refuses to tell Hwi about where his head is at. Either him or JS should have just said, "Yea, JS got an extra date card because he got the most calls. It was fine, we did XYZ." And Hwi would still probably be jealous, but then that would a) be on him and b) I think he'd be more calm if he knew SM liked him. Hwi seems really insecure about this whole thing, which is understandable because, again, they're in a giant fishbowl where multiple former contestants have explained your emotions are heightened and you can feel like it's these 8 men or nothing. He really likes this person, and he keeps getting oscillating feedback about whether it's reciprocated.

Like I actually almost cried at the ending talk between Hwi and SM at the end of episode 6 when the lights went off. Hwi saying he was going to wait until mics were off to ask if SM actually liked him outside the show nearly killed me. Like take my heart.

I don't think SM means to be hurtful, but frankly, his response was not it. If I had been Hwi, that would have been it for me. Completely done. Telling Hwi that he'll find out later on the show is borderline cruel. A simple, "I literally just called you, of course I like you," probably would have gone a long ways.

If I was SM, and the person I was into (even if he wasn't the only one) asked me this question, I would be so deeply concerned. When mics did come off, we would be having a nice discussion. I know from HJ's vlogs that production hates that, but JS and SH were literally sleeping in the same bed for half the show and driving everyone nuts so they can suck it up.

In conclusion, I don't think SM is trying to be mean. If anyone has been watching Dabit's His Man 3 streams, he talks about how in the real world, any of these contestant's personality flaws would be normal. They're not sociopaths, they're people we encounter every day - SM is probably avoidant like many of us (me...it's me).

But letting people know how you feel can go a long ways. I feel like the takeaway from this should be that it's okay to have complex feelings about someone (or multiples in this case), but it's not okay to not communicate it.

So for all future His Man contestants who somehow end up here - that's what you should know

[beeconandeggs]

stereo drawing is delayed sorry, so have this turtle and some The Squad facts while you wait (see below)

when Stereo and Boxxie don't argue (which is rare), they usually talk about their love lives or their past relationshipsq

Stereo and Flaqky's relationship isn't mostly about fvcking, sometimes they spend quality time together as besties.

regarding how ruthless Ste (and sometimes Reo) are, they would NEVER hurt or eat a child, intentionally or unintentionally.

^ as an opposite, as Flaqky is blind and constantly too sad to even fight, she can and will hurt or eat a child, intentionally or unintentionally.

the reason we barely see Wander is because he's mostly helping people back at his universe with Stereo's portals instead of using an orbble now.

as of 2023, Stereo HAS told someone to uhm, keys without the e 3 times and hasn't been cancelled, but Boxxie said it once and got cancelled.

Ste's lustful personality masks his drippy, sad, and heartbroken interior.

whenever Ste or Reo get mad, they turn into FIRE.

^ as a follow-up, whenever they're sad, they js turn into WATER.

Boxxie is the only one who doesn't chase a laser pointer whenever she sees (or hears in Flaqky's case) it.

The Squad canonically has multiple pets (two otters named Gordie and Jean-Jaques, a silly three headed dog named Cerberus and 50 cats named after sauces and spices and other substances) and wild animals chilling at their base.

Stereo and Boxxie once teamed up to kill someone after seeing a fanfic of them kissing. (guys im sorry i thought this one was funny)

the ENTIRE Squad is aware that there are multiple versions of them in different universes.

3 members of The Squad have been jokingly called the Mythicals (due to the thing about Boxxie playing trombone, Flaqky being a bassoonist, (she STILL can't spell) and Stereo being a vocalist (basically Strombonin, G'joob, and Yawstrich)

there's a Helluva Boss universe of The Squad. (as in Stereo being Stolas, Flaqky being Blitzø, Etno being uh.. STELLA.. Boxxie being Moxxie (as a joke since Boxxie is js Moxxie but the M is replaced with a B, and Boxxie is an angel while Moxxie is uh, an IMP. and Wander as Millie)

^ i forgot to add Salt and Pepper and also Splendoes because i forgot they existed plus they're both my OCs and they barely count as TS members. (in common with Etno.) but Splendoes, although a 2 year old, would be Loona since she canonically IS adopted by Flaqky.

^ as a follow-up Salt and Pepper would probably be Octavia due to being Stereo's kid.

that's all, folks

[yang4ever]

HIIII omg NO dont say sorry!!! lowk writing on tumblr nd getting a much of mentions sounds scary?? and having a blog on here??? u were the first person i sent an ask to and that was soo stressful idk how u write and respond to people omg

okayy

1: i like snacks!! yk like uhh chips cheezits nd stuff like that i think most desserts r js really sweet and leave a gross aftertaste in my mouth... do u like all desserts???

2: omf im so happy that my phone has a headphone jack bc your soo right theres NOWHERE to plug in wired things

3: no omg ever since i started watching reels my brainrot has gotten soo much worse i fear it be worse than those kids

4: help were like rhe opposite omg i got into wayv ans then i heard my first dream song and then i finally listened to 127

5: RIGHT?? like my entire twitter has js been filled of clips from their livestream... the comments are so mean to like??? what are they supposed to do... i really like their music andd them i hope they dont disband

ohh wait i thought i should ask how your day is!! or whenever ur replying to this

anywaysss making ur ask replies aestheric sounds so hard like how do ppl even manage to make their blogs pretty but i lovee ur long reply to me!! its so fun reading thru it!! AND I SHOULD B THE ONE SAYING SORRY BC I ALWAYS TYPE SO MUCH??

- (シ. .)シ

HI UR SO CUTE&NICE IM SO GLAD U STILL WANNA TALK TO ME

no honestly it was literally MY bad like. i sent a buncha people asks/comments saying that i liked their stuff and etc and it got hard to keep track of my notifications omg .. people r just so active on here also we are so matchy matchy bc u are my FIRST anon 🥺🥺💕💞💓💗💖💘💝

1. OK i see what ur saying. hersheys def leaves an icky aftertaste. i like savory too!! i like desserts so much but every time someone asks me "sweet vs savory" i will always say savory. umm i like cheetos and there was this time period where i was obsessed w cheddar + sour cream flavored ruffles

2. WHY DID I FORGET HEADPHONE JACKS EXIST dude my puppy ate my airpod the day u sent this ask. i fear.... i need a headphone jack soon bc of this...

3. lowkey reels is my favorite place LMFAOO it's just full of silly stuff tbh i like it better than tiktok, im never on tiktok anymore

4. wait that's so cool u got into wayv first !?!? i had been listening to nct dream for like a year before i found wayv but i never bothered to like learn the dreamies names or faces or anything.. confession time but i NEVER thought i would become an nctzen like literally i was like haha that fandom is so silly i could never but then i DID wtf LMFAOO

5. omg i know:( !! the hate being directed at them lowk stresses me out bc they must be having a hard enough time already. why cant people just be normal goddamn 😭😭 i was thinking too that if they disband, illit is going to be blamed a lot and have another massive hate train so tbh i feel bad for both groups rn

U R SOOO SWEET. my day was a MESS.

i won freaky bingo (heavy on freaky because the board spaces had insane shit like "el student debt" "la thigh gap" and "el twitter") while i was in the student union and i got to pick a prize. naturally i chose the remote control bumper cars (they are for 6 year olds) and i drove them around campus w friends n friends of friends for like 5 hours instead of doing my homework which is due in like 3 hours 😓😓HOW WAS UR DAY I NEED TO KNOW BAD.

also i put my thinking cap on and i realized that the long replies r necessary to have a good conversation so it is OK that we are both typing a lot and is in fact a good thing actually. like SAME i love ur long replies to me. it feels like i have an international pen pal. or that im the war waiting for mail call LMFAOO

[whump-town]

“It’s a Date”

@random-ravings this is for you... I know you asked for a full blown date night but for some reason I am unable to do it to the fullest. I also don’t know enough about romantic get away but I do hope this suffices 

“Do you trust me?”

She’s not sure what level of insanity she must have been on the other night to think that her slip up at JJ’s wedding would be forgotten by her anal rentenive boss. Low and behold, here he sits in her drive-way trying to coerce her into his black jeep with the promise of a get away looming ahead of them. Of course, the details of said adventure are hidden behind the dark shades covering his soft eyes but his warm smile is pulling her in. Despite the cold knife of trust issues reminding her that he’s only being nice because he feels bad for her. 

Not because of the way he’d held her as they danced. Or the spark that her touches sends down his spine, leaving him shuddering and reaching for more. As if she’s a cigarette to place between his teeth and draw a healthy pull off of. She’s the kindest person he knows and no matter how much distance he puts between them he craves her like nicotine in his lungs. 

He always comes back wanting more.

Behind her own sunglasses, she sizes up his jeep. It’s not really what she was expecting but when is Aaron Hotchner ever predictable? Picking up the suitcase at her ankles, she shakes her head finally coming to answer the question he’d proposed upon placing the car in park. An inquiry on trust. She trusts him with her life-- with her heart-- but she doesn’t risk the reaction the truth has. “About as far as I can throw you,” she grumbles with an eye-roll and a smirk she can’t contain.

The soft chuckle that leaves his mouth has her head jerking, frowning at the sound she hasn’t heard enough of to consider he’d made it. Her reaction only makes the smile on his face grow and she stands for a loaded second just basking in the warmth that placing that smile on his face gives her. She has to shake her head to pull her thoughts back to the problem at hand-- Hotch and whatever trick he has up his sleeve. 

“So,” she tosses her bag in the back beside one that’s identical to her own. Out of habit, she bites her tongue instead of observing that ‘great minds think alike’. If Reid were here he’d conclude ‘fools seldom differ’. Hotch might not come to that same conclusion but it’s too late to tell. “Where are we going?”

Hotch takes a moment to respond. He puts the car into reverse, pulling out of her driveway in a swift but solid motion. It’s easy to forget that Hotch really is a good driver-- even if he spends a lot of government hours bashing the cars he’s driving into UNSUBs. He has a lack of regard when it comes to his own life. 

She wonders why.

“We’re on vacation time,” comes his answer, a strange crooked, care-free nature to the smile he flashes her way. There’s something youthful about it. She imagines he used to be like this all time. Quick with a joke and lighthearted before the job weighed him down. 

She nods, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to worry at it. He hasn’t told her much about the excursions besides to dress for the weather and to bring a nice outfit for a fancy dinner. The amount of things that could mean worries her more than she’d like to admit.

He catches sight of the anxious frown she settles on his dash and decides that the gig is up. Besides, how much fun can his plans be if she’s not equally as excited? He clears his throat, “there’s this B&B that JJ always gushes about--”

Emily’s eyes light up, “The Monty House?”

He chuckles at her clear excitement. Her voice had gone up, softening considerably like the way Jack might shout-out when offered a bowl of ice cream before bed. If he’d known it would be this easy to make her happy he might have done this silly little trip a long time ago.

Actually, that is a lie. His nerves have been wracked for the better part of the last week since he made the reservation. There’s no way he could have done this without the prompting of both her ‘It’s a date’ and the dance they shared at JJ’s wedding. 

Admittedly, he can be a bit of a coward but his heart is pretty damaged. He’s not sure he can handle Emily stomping on it.

Judging from the smile lighting up her face though, heart stomping isn’t on the agenda. In fact, she could kiss him.

“Yeah.” His shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body in the nervous chuckle he lets out. His hands get some blood back as his grip on the wheel loosens, his poor knuckles returning to a fleshy tone instead of bone white. “The-The Monty House,” it feels good to have that off his chest. “The whole weekend.” Of course, he won’t tell her everything he has planned. No point in spoiling the whole weekend.

He finds himself smiling. How does she do that to him? Twist his stomach in knots with her silence and then have him smiling so hard his face hurts the next second.

“Does that mean we’re stopping for road snacks?”

There are few instances when they drive to crime scenes but on occasion a crime only warrants sending two agents. It’s no secret that on those particular occasions, he prefers going with Emily. She’s comfortable in their joined silence unlike Reid who anxiously fills it. There’s no pressure to talk about his personal life like with Dave who’s endless lines of question never seem to stop. 

With Emily there is  just… ease.

And snacks. Lots of snacks.

“Check the glove compartment,” he says with a smile. He knew she’d need refreshments even for a simple two and a half-hour road trip. He knows a lot about her actually.

She raises an eyebrow and, sure enough, she finds his glove compartment filled with snacks. There’s a red gatorade along with the SweetTart Ropes, Sunchips, and Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwich. It’s the kind of  thing that looks like a thoughtless addition. Red gatorade is a straightforward go to drink but she knows it’s more than that. It’s the only gatorade she likes and he knows that.

Just like he knows her favorite chips are Sunchips and that she thinks PB&Js are a timeless classic. 

“Aaron Hotchner,” she smiles at the little collection of snacks in her lap. “You’re the sweetest man I have ever met.” 

Hotch feels his face get impossible hot, despite the cool air coming in through the window beside his head. He can’t look at her because he knows she’ll see the blush and the last thing he needs is giving her that power. Not when he’s got a whole weekend to spend with her and countless opportunities to bring up him blushing like a schoolgirl over a compliment. He clears his throat, “uhm, thank you.”

Fifteen minutes in and she’s already getting the better of him… good God how are the next two hours going to pan out?

“Good God!”

Her sudden outburst causes him to jump in his seat. The car doesn’t jerk or accelerate but he’s good and jostled from the comfort he’d settled in. He looks over at her, eyebrows going up as he realizes she’s looking at him. “What?”

Oh.

She looks smacked with worry, the kind that he knows isn’t going to go away easily. “When was the last time you slept?” 

There’s always the option to play dumb but from his experiance attempting to pull one over on Dave-- it’s very unbecoming. He can always tell the truth but that’s about as good of an idea as leveling his loaded service weapon to his temple. He could meet her half-way. Exclude all bits involving Beth-- that she’d broken up with him after JJ’s wedding. Something she’d been thinking about doing anyways but after seeing him with Emily there were things she, evidently, couldn’t avoid.

But he’s still got to explain how that was nearly a week ago. 

He clears his throat, pulling his sunglasses back into place-- hiding the evidence. “Uhm,” he’s really bad at buying himself time and each second that passes means another moment she’s going to weigh whatever lie he comes up with. So he settles for a truth, just not all of it. “You’re not the only one who’s had a bad week.”

There’s a soft moment of contemplative silence shared between them as Emily considers exactly what that means. It sounds straightforward enough but Hotch is admitting to something being wrong and that’s not as simple as one plus one is two. 

“Do you…” she licks her lips, unsure of exactly what it is she should do. She knows what he would say to her but the giving and taking of their relationship hasn’t been set up. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

He grimaces at that offer but he realizes that’s unfair of him. He’s asked her to admit to him when she needs help. To her credit, she has on multiple occasions. So, it’s wrong to ask that of her and then put up his walls. This is no easier for her than it is for him.

“You wanna make another deal?” she asks. She reaches over and pokes him in the side with one of her candies, smiling when she bites into it. He raises an eyebrow at her, shaking his head. No matter how much time he spends with her… she never ceases to confuse and exasperate him. Even now, chewing on candy and trying to pry into his mind. “If I have to tell you when I’m having a bad day, you have to tell me.” 

He grunts, raising his eyebrows but turning his attention to the road. He hates that idea. He can’t and won’t lie about that but is that not the same ultimatum he gave her? The instances are fundamentally different-- the trauma she was reeling from was fresh in all of their minds and he could be a sympathetic ear to that. Especially, if hearing about the worst parts of her day granted her a longer stay with them.

With him.

Now, it’s a little different. The things he needs to tell her about are a lot more personal. It’s not about the connection of Foyet and Doyle-- the sheer thought of which sends a cold chill down his back. Now if she wanted to talk about that he would still be adamant but, at least, it would be helpful. 

“Aaron?”

He snaps away from his thoughts, having worked up a slight cold sweat from the directions of his thoughts. He shouldn’t be thinking about Foyet. That won’t help anyone. With a shake of his head he stutters a confirmation to her idea. “Uh-Yeah, s-sure.”

His eyes are on the road but he’s about a million miles away. He just keeps thinking about Foyet. 

Emily’s not sure what to do. 

Hotch is her friend. In many aspects, her best friend and as jouveline as those words are often made to sound she means it in the most sincere way. She trusts him with her life and beyond that, in ways that she’s not yet encountered. She means that when she comes to a crossroads in her life he is always there. 

Just like now, as she grapples with the decision to leave for London or stay. He’s her right-hand man and… now, she’s uncertain as to how she should repay that. 

Of how she can. 

It feels like an endless pit separating them. She starts there.

He’s driving with his left hand, leaving the right to rest limply in his lap while the other’s knuckles turn white with the tension his whole body is failing to hide. Silently, she reaches over and nudges his forearm with her hand. He scowls down at her hand, confused but he caves and moves his it.

He huffs a little when she takes his hand. Surprised more than anything else. The only hand he’s held in years is Jack’s and, even now, Jack’s getting too big for that. 

“I do mean it,” she says, giving his fingers a tentative squeeze. “You’ve heard all my stories. You know all my drama…” She smiles, just thinking about it. “I think I can handle what little drama Aaron Hotchner encounters in his day to day life.” 

He chuckles at that. It’s a good point. His life isn’t chocked full of twists and turns. Jack has some interesting moments-- mostly his bully turned best friend Paul. She already knows about that though. That leaves nothing really. What’s he so afraid of?

“Alright,” he relents, returning her gentle squeeze. He clears his throat, “but can we talk about it later? After--”

She cuts him off, “we can talk about it whenever you feel comfortable.”

Something in his chest settles and he relaxes. He doesn’t notice until several minutes later but he doesn’t pull his hand away from hers.

---------------

They were supposed to get two rooms but that’s too much to ask for and they end up in a room with two twin size mattresses an arms length away. Neither are that worried with the proximity. As far as sleeping arrangements go, this is still better than about 90% of the hotels they’ve stayed in over the years.

The problem is what might haunt them at night.

The last thing Emily wants is to wake Hotch up in the middle of the night thrashing like a heathen possessed but the freaking devil because her subconscious loves to taunt her with Ian Doyle. 

Talk about making things awkward between them.

It doesn’t seem to bother Hotch though. The first thing he does upon putting their bags at the ends of their beds is collapse onto a bed. He doesn’t move for a solid five minutes, just lays on his stomach, face down. She’s starting to worry about him-- hoping he’s just managed to fall asleep and not dead-- when he groans and sits back up. 

He runs a hand through his bedhead and Emily has to look away-- damn, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. 

“You up for anything on this itinerary?” 

She can’t turn around because she's very aware of the fact that he’s standing right behind her. He offers her the booklet and she takes it, unable to breathe until he takes a step back. She can hear the sound his five o’clock shadow makes as he scratches at his chin and-- good God give her a freaking break her heart can’t take this. 

“Uhm,” she keeps her eyes trained on the paper but for the life of her she can’t focus on the words. She just keeps thinking about the fact that Aaron Hotchner is about a foot away looking drowsy and soft. He looks like he’s dead on his feet. “Why don’t we just get dinner and go to bed early?”

As much as he wants to just agree with her and call it a night-- he’s adamant that she actually wants that. “Are you sure?”

She nods, “yeah. You’re tired--”

He stands, shaking his head. “No,” he tells her. “We’re here so that you can relax. I can handle whatever it is that you want to do.” He takes the booklet back, flipping through it and looking down the list. He scowls in concentration and she finds it endearing but also hardheadily aggravating. 

“Hotch, I mean it.”

He finds one and points at it, asking, “how about a massage?”

She rolls her eyes. “Aaron,” she says, folding the booklet up despite his light attempts to tell her no. “I just want to eat some dinner and go to bed.” 

He deflates a little… he wants her to have a fun time and he feels like she’s giving that up because of him.

“I mean it.” She starts to pull at her hair, raking her fingers through her thick hair to work it into a ponytail. “Besides,” she says, “JJ said they have a killer grilled cheese and I’ve been dying to find out if that’s true.”

That he believes. 

So they have grilled cheese in the room, passing small talk back and forth. Emily finds Jurassic Park on the TV and at nine thirty when he turns his bedside light off, he reassures she’s fine to leave her own. Even if it makes her feel pretty silly that she’s managed to get herself worked up over a PG-13 movie from the 90s. 

She is fighting her own fitful sleep when she hears the soft sound he makes from the other bed. Everytime she closes her eyes Ian Doyle is right there. Blood seeps between his teeth and, this time, Hotch is there too. Ian draws a knife close to Hotch’s throat, it’s bared for easy access by the tight grip Ian has on Hotch’s hair. 

She wakes just as the blade draws blood. 

Judging from pained grunt Hotch lets out, her demons aren’t the only ones coming out tonight. 

“Hotch?” She’s not entirely sure what she should do. Hotch’s hearing has been on the mend for the better part of five years. It’s not his strongest sense-- they’d all found better ways to his attention than calling out his name but right now waving a hand at him or throwing a piece of crumpled paper isn’t going to get the job done. 

“Hotch!”

She stumbles back as he sits bolt upright, his breathing ragged. For a moment, she sits stunned on her bed. Watching as he looks down at the comforter across his legs, unable to place where he is. She can hear his breathing become more distressed, a wheezing groan tearing from his mouth as he raises his head to look around.

“Hotch?”

His left hand comes up to his chest, clenching his t-shirt tight in his fist. He’s steadily working himself up. 

She stands up, calling his name softly again and frowning when he doesn't look at her. “Aaron,” she hesitates just a step from the bed. He looks up just as she stops, tears streaming down his face, and she can’t bear the sight. “Oh, sweetie.” She climbs into his bed and pulls him into a hug. He shakes in her arms and her heart breaks for him. 

He always stops and checks up on her but… what has he been hiding from them to let things get this bad?

“So, we’ve both been having some bad days.” She buries her face into his shoulder, breathing in the steady and warm scent of Hotch. She’s unable to pick apart the distinct parts of the way he smells. There’s aftershave and deodorant but also laundry detergent and… he smells the way home does. Distinct and safe. She’d know him if she were blind and deaf and scared out of her mind. 

Aaron. 

He leans into her touch but the way she holds him isn’t making it easier to breathe. Her fingers spread out on his neck, working against the way his hair grows to scratch as his scalp. He feels himself melting into her and in return, she does the same.

They’re just a puddle of humans. Welded together. Neither is able to escape the hold of either. She’s practically sitting in his lap and, in return, he’s wrapped a leg around her back. 

“Why weren’t you sleeping?” he asks, voice muffled by her shirt. He’s settled back down, able to pull in a steady stream of oxygen. It doesn't get caught in his throat. What it’s doing is letting the exhaustion creep back into his bones. He’s too weary to rest. 

Emily pauses just long enough to realize that there’s no way he’s going to believe her if she says anything besides the truth. At the same time… “Who said I wasn’t,” she whispers, wincing at just how much her voice betrays her. She moves and presses her face into his shoulder, squeezing her eyes tight with the false hope he’ll let it go. 

She can feel the way he tenses, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t believe her. 

There’s still a small inkling in the back of his mind that says-- you woke her up. 

“Nightmares,” she finally answers. His fingers spread across her back, thumb trailing spine. “Doyle--” she hates the way he tenses at the mention of the other man’s name. She’d done everything to protect them and all she’d done was hurt them worse. She certainly made things worse for him. Forced him to lie to the only family he has to protect her-- a woman who lied about her career and entered his team to blackmail him.

But he eases after a moment. He rubs his hand up her back, offering her the same comfort she’d extended. 

She sinks into his chest. “Doyle was going to kill you,” she whispers. Her tears run hot and he can feel through his shirt. 

He presses a kiss to her hairline. He holds her to him, shaking his head. “It’s alright now,” he promises, throat thick. He’s painfully reminded of his own dreams. Waking up and having to scrub his hands in the sink to reassure himself that his subconscious has just been very unkind. That her blood is not caked under his nails. 

That she’s home.

Sleeping.

Alive. 

He wonders how many cadets the two of them could scare away. Tell a room full of kids-- that’s what she was when she was scouted out of college-- that taking that oath means more than they’re currently able to give. It’s the nine stab wounds on his chest. It’s talking serial killers down from suicide even when as they stand to realize the world would be a better place if they through with it. It’s demons that you can never really get away from.

“Can we just…” she wants to ask him to just hold her. To spend the night like this. She loses her nerve. Swallowing thickly around the tightness in her throat, she leans back from his shoulder. There’s only an inch of space between their faces. Her hands reach for him on it’s own accord, her thumb tracing his jawline. 

“Emily,” he whispers, his eyes moving back and forth between hers. Unable to figure out what he should do. 

She looks down at his lips, her cheeks burning. 

“I-I don’t want you to do anything you might regret,” he manages, eyes giving away the vulnerability behind the statement.

She kisses him. It’s a hungry, desperate kiss that he leans into. “Something like that?” she asks a moment later.

He nods, unable to find words. 

“Can we just lay here,” she asks. “Will you just hold me?”

He nods, can’t trust his voice. 

She trusts him though. She falls asleep in his arms. 

He lays there for the longest time. Her head is tucked under his chin and, even in her sleep, she’s holding his hand. 

The ceiling turns. 

His anxiety is creeping up but each time he gets to the point of hyperventilation she moves a little in her sleep. 

She doesn't know what she’s getting herself into.

She’s not going to love him.

Not for long.

“Aaron?” She blinks and pulls the blanket up to their chins. “Go to sleep.”

[andichoseyou]

thoughts during stranger things season two: chapter 9: the gate; part 2

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[mbaljeetsingh]

Objects, Prototypes and Classes in JavaScript

Considering the fact that almost everything in JavaScript is an object, object oriented JavaScript code is very different from other object-capable languages. The JS object system is more of a prototype-based object system instead.

Coming from a C++ background, I was aware of the Object Oriented programming paradigm and had a very rigid idea of how Objects and Classes should work. Exposure to other languages like Java only seemed to further establish this idea. While these languages have their own semantics on how objects and classes work; Javascript, for the new user, is quite a revelation.

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First off the bat, JavaScript objects are very different in the way they are created. There is no requirement for a class. Object instances can be created using the new operator:

let Reptile = new Object() { // ... }

or with a function constructor

function Reptile() { // ... }

Second, JavaScript objects are very flexible. While classic object oriented languages allow only property modification or property slots, JavaScript allows objects to modify their properties and methods; i.e. JavaScript objects have both property and method slots.

My first thought at the discovery was “yeah freedom!” but this came with a cost - a need to understand the prototype property in JavaScript. The knowledge of the prototype is essential to a developer who wishes to implement any semblance of an object oriented system in JavaScript.

All JavaScript objects are created from the Object constructor:

var Reptile = function(name, canItSwim) { this.name = name; this.canItSwim = canItSwim; }

And the prototype allows us to add new methods to objects constructors, this means that the following method now exists in all instances of Reptile.

Reptile.prototype.doesItDrown = function() { if (this.canItSwim) { console.log(`${this.name} can swim`); } else { console.log(`${this.name} has drowned`); } };

Object instances of Reptile can be now created:

// for this example consider alligators can swim and crocs cannot let alligator = new Reptile("alligator", true); alligator.doesItDrown(); // alligator can swim let croc = new Reptile("croc", false); croc.doesItDrown(); // croc has drowned

The prototype of the Reptile object is now the basis for inheritance, the doesItDrown method is accessible to both alligator and croc because the prototype of Reptile has this method. The prototype property is shared amongst all its instances and is accessible via the __proto__ property of a particular instance.

Now, because of the existence of method slots and a common prototype instance property being shared across all instances, some very neat tricks are possible which are very weird to C++ folks:

croc.__proto__.doesItDrown = function() { console.log(`the croc never drowns`); }; croc.doesItDrown(); // the croc never drowns alligator.doesItDrown(); // the croc never drowns

Change one instance’s prototype property or method, all instances of the object are affected. This means we could be deleting stuff as well. A croc tired of drowning could potentially do this:

delete croc.__proto__.doesItDrown alligator.doesItDrown(); //TypeError: alligator.doesItDrown // is not a function

Now no one gets to swim.

This is just a silly example to show how fundamental the prototype is to the Object system in JavaScript and how it can be quite jarring to people from other object oriented languages.

With the ES6 syntax, JavaScript has been provided the feature to create classes.

However, the concept of true classes does not exist in JavaScript but it is emulated through prototype and the class syntax is just syntactic sugar around it. Therefore, understanding this behavior is important to realize the convenience and limitations of ES6 classes.

With the new class syntax, Reptile would be defined as:

class Reptile { constructor (name, canItSwim) { this.name = name; this.canItSwim = name; } doesItDrown () { if(this.canItSwim) console.log(`${this.name} can swim`); else console.log(`${this.name} has drowned`); } } let alligator = new Reptile("alligator", true); alligator.doesItDrown(); //alligator can swim

This does not mean it brings nothing new to the offer for prototype users, some pitfalls can be avoided by using ES6 classes, like making the new keyword mandatory for creating instances.

let croc = Reptile("croc", false); //TypeError: Class constructor Reptile cannot be invoked without 'new'

This is actually a good thing, since it prevents accessing the wrong context when using the object properties and methods, which is usually the global scope or the window object.

In Conclusion

Though JavaScript right now does certainly lack features like truly private members. It has made creating objects via class syntax, instead of prototypes closely resemble classes from other OO languages like C++/Java.

PS. There has been a proposal to TC39 for creating truly private members in JavaScript classes, you can follow it here and contribute your opinion. If it were to be included in the next revision, then we’d have something like:

class Foo { #a; #b; // # indicates private members here #sum = function() { return #a + #b; }; } // personally this format reminds me of $variable in PHP. // I'm not sure if that's a good thing

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[disparais]

above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim

eventful first week back at college. trying not to list anything in exceedingly great detail like i was previously wont to do, so-

monday:

first day of school! skipped last lecture to go kayaking with l, h and a. we didn’t end up doing much kayaking + just talked a lot, but being around people i’m genuinely comfortable with was so relaxing it was liberating.

quite proud of myself for having the willpower to stay up and craft l a decent card. i’d feel bad calligraphing her something because it smacks of no effort.

tuesday:

a came in the day to crash a lecture, and she loved the penyet wuhu.

highlight of the day: cf. well, more specifically, running into s at hv (where she proceeded to spectacularly embarrass me by yelling my name across the street), running into s and c at daily scoop, having to sit beside them because the place was ridiculously crowded, and the ensuing invigorating conversation on the panopticon + gender + capitalism + predestination + moral subjectivism with p, s and c.

(nearly burst out laughing when p told j “give me 10 minutes” HAHA)

wednesday:

skipped my first lecture of the year (abnormal bleeding) for an emergency fc meeting.

got stressed af at night when jp arrived at my suite because i hadn’t responded to a’s texts (hey i’d really been busy with ifg training and all). i hate having my personal space invaded by people i’m not close to (i.e. if i didn’t invite you in, you shouldn’t be here) and i was especially rankled by the fact that jp himself was clearly colossally stressed (and i uncharacteristically mirrored him). he’d spent the week speaking in this annoying as fuck hushed tone which made him supremely hard to hear, and he oscillated between sounding exasperated and exhausted which made things difficult because i was torn between frustration (with him, and with the situation) and sympathy/guilt (because he really did have a lot on his plate and the stress, while poorly-managed, was understandable).

i’m ashamed to admit i got snappish and chased g away (as nicely as i was able to, under the circumstances) to protect her from my immediate ire. i wish i’d had better control over my emotions - i seldom melt down this severely under stress, but the pressure that day was somehow overwhelming and her attentions made me feel suffocated and distracted (i mostly needed her to go away so that i could focus on my work). felt so bad thinking these thoughts because she’s so genuine and sweet and sincere and deserved better than what she got from me that night.

g whipped out her strawberry paper and wrote me a card + got kt to write as well. so grateful for them both.

thursday:

lunched with l at bv - my paleo buddy hehe. g gave us some strange butterfly pea-blue cake from chalk farm (sobs mad throwback to london).

fc, d-day.

was mildly triggered when g texted me about it raining because i was in lectures and i’d honestly have preferred it if she hadn’t, but i’m also frankly amazed that i was on her mind and that she was filled with dismay on my behalf - that is moving, and so very selfless.

was bitter and angry about the rain at first, but the bitterness quickly gave way to a sincere desire to understand His will for me.

i was no closer to finding answers/peace by the time the event came round, but i soldiered through with the wet-weather plan i’d firmed up the night before (grateful that jp convinced me to bother with a matrix). was livid with m and jp though, because they failed to keep their promise about letting me call the shots re wet/dry weather, but when it came to the crunch, they opposed me. foolish optimists.

closing ceremony was beyond excellent. electric atmosphere, heard the event heads cried and DO loved it...ahh so fulfilled. and l came! l told me about how the rain’d prevented her from exploring lab park and how all her friends just so happened to be unavailable, resulting in her hanging out with her last resort - her sister. i was so touched by her story, and was more than a little grateful (both towards her and God) for having a reason to be joyful even given the circumstances.

came back completely wiped (my parents gave jp and m a lift back to utown at midnight), and shared my day with g and kt. (took a lotta courage to invite kt, because g and i both agree kt seems to be feelin’ the suite thing less and less these days) was frankly surprised kt acquiesced. i miss how easy things were between the 3 of us last sem; y1s2 feels like an eternity ago now, and kt feels so much more distant all of a sudden.

anyway, things were almost strained, which was beyond heartbreaking - i tried drawing her in/engaging her, but she didn’t really want to take the bait, and eventually she left midway through the conversation. it’s hard to believe there isn’t something inherently broken within me, socially, whenever things like these happen (okay, the rational part of me knows that this is my full-blown shame trigger, but still. i’ll keep this thought here, because it’s frightening that it even crossed my mind.) (it’s not like she offered a “i gotta sleep soon, sorry” or anything. and i think i saw her light on? even close to 3.). i felt really bad because i think the topic of conversation was too moralistic and religiously-tinted, which made it by nature exclusive.

i don’t know how to achieve the same kind of balance that suitefam had last semester. right now, things have just been distilled into me + g. but then again there was the card that came just last night. idk what’s up la sigh don’t overthink this girl this is just gonna go the cupcake route.

got mad abdominal colic after that (can’t tell it if it was a drawn-out sympathetic response to the social anxiety) and excused myself for a while before returning to a half-asleep g. /end convo

friday:

s ahhh i can’t help but admit i feel like he gets me better than j does these days and that makes me so so sad + filled with helplessness

he’s so demanding and i always somehow find it in myself to indulge it sometimes; i can’t believe myself. i always did have a thing for 霸道 people and indulging their whims though - and j used to bother, i think. maybe he still does. i hope he still does - i love him first and foremost, and i really hope he understands where i’m coming from (more on that later).

logically this isn’t going anywhere, s isn’t able to do this and i’m still hoping against hope that j+i can work out somehow, but there’s a tiny traitorous portion of my heart that’s like nope i don’t think so. a much larger portion of my heart is like yas this is the elder brother i never had ;___; the thing i have with s is super precious and all la i really hope we last long friendship-wise haha

anyway. s walked me to nuh the staff way - it was super cool haha and i totally noticed he walked me far further than he originally said he would. was xiao touched la all the words of affirmation and encouragement and sdgl;kgetnrv that day he really read me shockingly well (i guess i trust him to the extent that i don’t throw up (m)any barriers - my occlumency is pretty legit ok) and bolstered my confidence + determination a whole lot.

arrived at nuh only to discover j talking to b and nearly chickened out of telling him a single thing but thankfully b wised up and left. (b is with sb omg) was lowkey annoyed by j settling cgl stuff during dinner (though at least he apologized, not that that makes it acceptable), and was extremely miffed by him cutting me off mid-sentence to deal with more things on his phone. really?

s told me to get up and walk away HAHA but i’d never had a flair for the dramatic, and i certainly wasn’t about to start then.

walked all the way to acjc + ticket saga which mercifully got resolved. he wanted to study gs for the extra hour we had before the concert began and that was when something inside me snapped - seriously, we hardly get to meet and you want to use our one precious hour of free time to study?

/c i’m too tired to go into my discussion with j now (i grade his performance at a solid B- though. and s gave me my first A of medsku wuhu)

came back and called s (see he’s like my de facto bf. ok just kidding he’s a very good friend who is somehow very invested in making sure my relationship works since it involves his near&dear sorta-childhood friend + his “counsellee”) for like 1.5h (mostly post-mortem-ing the discussion) + suppered with j and j.

saturday:

overslept so i didn’t go for commserv in the end haha.

party at js’ house-

i think s was oblivious re the contact (!! wholly initiated by him) but he broke that barrier like 10 times or something haha. as someone who’s fairly sensitive to touch i was kinda shocked but it was nice - touch is the most reserved and special of love languages for me with exceptional close friends/+ and s somehow qualifies. (but of course it would be Inappropriate of me to initiate HAHA)

also s is fucking fantastic at floating. literally the best i have ever played against, m included. don’t think anyone can top m as my best contract partner, though.

+ s told me something and ahh let’s just say i’m certain we won’t get entangled in the near future so it’s all fine for now; my conscience is clear.

also qx --> s. he literally hates me lmao s noted how he actively avoided talking to me at all costs. rip. and c is a parrot

 so yeah, as i said, eventful week. week 2 hmu!!! ok 3.17am i really need to sleep because 9am haem tutorial tomorrow (today) sigh. s is coming over for dinner + berries and that’s all i have to be excited about apart from breakfast with g s i g h long day ahead go sleep you silly creature you

[vskpop]

July 2017 ⋅  It goes down down baby

Verse 2 - JJ Project

Ever since the return of JJ Project was announced, I’ve listened to their modern classic Bounce quite a lot. I didn’t think for a minute that JB and Jinyoung would go back to that kind of image after the role they have been carving for themselves in GOT7, but it was fun to imagine they would.

Verse 2 reminds me a lot of GOT7’s Fly and the rest of Flight Log: Departure, one of my favourite albums of 2016. At the same time it makes me think of my true JYP darlings, DAY6 - especially Tomorrow, Today; I was quite surprised that they had no credits in the album at all, because a lot of it really sounds like something they would do.

Honestly, what they came out with was exactly what I expected and at the same time beyond my wildest expectations - probably because I was terrified that they would release an album of ballads. Both the Js are incredible vocalists, and they managed to find a compromise between music that could show off their skills and something trendier that still had a connection to GOT7. I think this might be my album of the year so far.

The War - EXO

KoKoBop might be the comeback to finally dethrone Wolf as the worst EXO comeback of all time. Just the concept in itself is so problematic that I really struggle to watch a live performance (let alone the MV) and not think of how much SM messed up this time (more thoughts on the matter here).

Setting aside the controversial elements of the comeback, I thought that the production seemed strangely low-budget for EXO. There was only one music video (a step down from Monster + Lucky One), the styling seemed haphazard, the choreography not as well designed as usual, and even the teasers were just clips from the video (so long, Pathcodes).

I don’t think that KoKoBop was meant for EXO when it was written. The reggae-inspired verse has nothing to do with their musical style, and the EDM breakdown (which is instead very EXO) feels forced into the song. Even after dozens of listens, I can’t see how it relates to the ambiance of the rest of the song.

While there are a ton of catchy EXO singles, they were never as explicitly hook-y with their lyrics as they are with “Shimmy shimmy KoKoBop”, which sounds like it belongs in a NCT song (see “if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands” in the recent Cherry Bomb).

All in all, I don’t hate it nearly as much as I thought I would, but it is definitely one of their weakest picks in terms of title songs, and not a very well composed track in general.

KoKoBop is a strange choice in every way. All the other songs on the album are coherent with what EXO did in the past; even the title The War, as ridiculous as it is, fits into the EXO brand - but there is nothing war-like in this comeback. If KoKoBop came with a matching album I would have taken it for what it was, but in this context it sticks out and, to me, it feels like EXO had an entire album planned and changed the title track and the concept last minute.

Literally any song on the album would have been more suitable as a title track; my personal choices would have been Forever, with a soaring chorus that makes me shiver every time, or Going Crazy, aka the song from the Exoluxion VCR.

Since Ex’act was amazing and the repackage Lotto was questionable, I hope that the situation will flip this time, and that the repackage will be everything I wanted from EXO.

Side note: I also hope that in the next few months we will get some clarity regarding Lay’s status within EXO. I know the Christmas single doesn’t count, but he really hasn’t been around for a long time now, THAAD and all.  

The Red Summer - Red Velvet

I don’t think I will ever not be suspicious about a Red Velvet comeback after Rookie and Russian Roulette. I thought I was more of a fan of the red concept comebacks, but at this point I find myself longing for a velvet concept album, even after The Red Summer, which is all in all harmless in comparison to Red Velvet’s previous production.

Red Flavor is a good comeback, as far as I’m concerned: the song is catchy without drilling the hook into the listener’s brain, none of the members is dressed like a preschooler, the lyrics border on nonsensical but aren’t too cringey. I still don’t think that this song gave enough space to the vocalists of the group, but it did confirm my theory that Irene is one of the best, if not the best rapper in SM.

The video was definitely the weakest part of this comeback. Large portions of it seemed to be taken directly from a fruit juice commercial, and the other segments were so mismatched they seemed to have been shot independently by different people and then randomly assembled. The weird fruit interviews, the girls dancing, the mega-random child-costume single shots, the dodgy party - most of these don’t even remotely go together.

As it’s been happening a lot with SM, I find almost all the b-sides more interesting than the title track. You Better Know would have made for a perfect summer single, provided Red Velvet had the chance to look a bit less whimsical and and behave their age. I love Mojito, and I love even more how Zoo echoes Red Velvet’s first single Happiness, but is way weirder.

Even though I enjoyed Red Flavor, I really struggled to enjoy this comeback’s promotion, mostly because of Wendy getting thinner with every performance (really, I double checked).

At the same time, Irene doesn’t even try to hide how much she hates what she was doing; I watched an insane full recording of a music show where she went through the whole performance six times and didn’t smile once (unfortunately it has been removed from Youtube and I can’t find it anywhere else).

I think Red Velvet will always be a weird group, because cute concepts will always be too silly for Irene and mature concepts always too out there for Yeri, but I think that if they went just a smidge more towards the mature side than Red Flavour, they will have something they can work with until the new girl group debuts and Red Velvet disappear into nothingness like f(x).

RAPID FIRE ROUND

Prequel - Dreamcatcher

While the (still really good) title track Fly High might be my least favourite Dreamcatcher song so far, this mini album is incredible. I appreciate so much that they are sticking with the ...metal-pop concept and didn’t just stick some random tracks in the album. Wake Up is a fantastic song that reminded me how much I want a pop-punk concept in k-pop.

 Summer Episode - AKMU

I adore AKMU. They always manage to bring something new to the table; even when they try to incorporate trends in their music, like with the EDM in Dinosaur, they make it fresh and unique to them. The pseudo-Stranger-Things-y video is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen this year.

Jelly - Hotshot

I’m a bit sad that Hotshot didn’t gain the immediate, roaring success that Nu’est did from humiliating themselves on Produce 101. It’s also true that Pledis has significantly different resources than Hotshot’s company, so I will take what I can get and rejoice that they got a decent song for their return to the scene after two years.

MORE SONGS OF NOTE

Forever Young - Bumzu & Han Dong Geun

Be Lazy - DAY6

Hello - Favorite

Sunday - GroovyRoom ft. Heize & Jay Park

Somewhere - GroovyRoom ft. Suran & ph-1

Gucci - Jessi

Hola Hola - KARD

Feel So Good - KNK

Black - Lee Hyori

Puzzle - LOONA Choerry

Newton - Monsta X

Why, You? & Moonwalk - Park Boram

The Star of Stars - Snuper

ABC - VAV

Kiss Me - WJSN

Anti - Zico ft. G.Soul

STRAYS

 I’ve been listening to this song obsessively; can Luhan do anything wrong?

Seventeen have been releasing a bunch of their concert VCRs and they are perfection

I love when Monsta X members put out totally random songs

EXO-CBX and soundtracks: the story continues