#mini series event

[hannie-dul-set]

may i request yeonjun for the drabble thingy please?

[too early, too late]. choi yeonjun has always been first. no, not in terms of his class ranking, the early bird list, nor is he first to figure out subtext (that goes to taehyun). he’s not the first one to fall in love either (that goes to the dummy beomgyu). but when it comes to everything else, he’d always been first in line.

he’s the first one to have a birthday out of all of you, obviously. he’s the first one to lead the parade across the log on the stream when you were all only one digit old and he was already ten. the cafeteria lunch queue? you better believe he’s already out the door before the bell could even ring. junior high prom? heh, you all wish you could be as cool as him when he got fitted for his first tuxedo.

now looking back, he was the first to meet you out of the other five, too.

“yeonjun-ah! come meet the new neighbors and say hi!”

choi yeonjun has always thought it was something to brag about. something to hold over your little baby heads because he’s older than all of you. he’s got more experience than you. he’s got a little more wisdom (kai begs to disagree).

but being first also means that inevitably—

“congratulations, yeonjun!”

he has to be the first one to go. 

“you better not forget about me when you move out for college, loser.”

and he only belatedly realizes the tragedy of this fact when you show up to his high school graduation, beaming smile, arms outstretched with a bunch of chrysanthemums clutched between your hands to signify goodbye.

“dummy,” he laughs it off, foregoing your cute gift to hook your neck by the arm instead, finishing it off with a messy tousle of your hair. “i’ll treat you guys to big and expensive dinner when you come over to visit my new apartment.” your eyes immediately light up at that promise. something stirs, but something stabs him stronger than the sudden flutter in his ribcage— the realization that oh. it’s gonna be harder for him to see than smile from now on.

he couldn’t even fully register that fact when you’re immediately split apart, soobin placing himself in between you for a group photo. the last group photo you’d all be taking before he officially moves out, leaves the neighborhood, and be the first one to depart your tight-knit friend group since you were toddlers.

“keep in touch, hyung!”

“i’ll kill you if you suddenly start acting like a bigshot.”

“hey, quit crying! it’s not like he’s leaving forever.”

“does— sniffle— does he really have to move out? can’t he just—”

“yeonjun!”

it’s like what taehyun says. it’s not like he’s leaving forever. so when you call out his name amidst all the ruckus, he feels more happy than sad about his scheduled departure. you’ve got your arms crossed, a testy expression on your features, and yeonjun lets out a chuckle.

“your promise,” you warn. “you better keep it, you jerk.”

this is better than a goodbye. “of course.” he pulls you into a hug— not as a send-off, but simply because he wants to. he feels your arms struggle to reciprocate because he’s squeezing you a little too tightly, but you manage to wrap your arms around his chest too, popping up your head with a bright grin. “what do you want? meat? seafood? dessert?”

“all of the above!”

the day of his promised dinner treat comes, one cold spring evening, and yeonjun has his hands buried in his coat pockets while he waits for you in front of the very, very, very expensive restaurant he bragged about (because you guys wouldn’t settle for less). his foot kicks the pavement. you’re all late. he clicks his tongue, checking his phone to see if there’s any text from you. the last one is from taehyun, saying that you’re all on the way.

well, that wasn’t a lie, because just as he’s about to retreat to the restaurant for the meantime for some warmth, he hears the distant sound of loud conversation— laughing, some yelling and some teasing, paired by boots hitting the ground, clumsy 

“hey, are you sure we’re going the right way?”

“duh! my navigation skills are amazing. just trust me!”

“aren’t you tired from all the walking?”

“no, i’m fine! but seriously, kai, are you sure we aren’t—”

“ah, wait. your shoelaces are untied. hold on.”

it’s a familiar sight. a sight that everyone in the neighborhood he’d left is so used to see. five figures pause just across the street. kai with his phone in his hands, darting his head around to match the directions with soobin fretting behind him. taehyun is already tired of it all, sighing when you had to stop because of your undone laces that beomgyu has taken upon himself to crouch down, breathe out, and re-do them for you.

of course, there’s you in the middle of it all, flushed and flustered, and you seem to be doing just fine without him.

“h—hey, i can do it myself, beom—oh!”

you look up. you lock eyes with him. you smile.

and yeonjun feels obligated to smile back.

“there he is! kai, i shouldn’t have doubted you!”

even if it’s too late to pursue you, it would at the very least be nice to walk at the same pace as you.

send me a kpop boy (txt/enha/zb1/bnd/dream) to toss into reverse harem hell! [beomgyu] [taehyun]

[forgthetheaterkid]

GUYS HOLY SHIRT I GOT CASTED

I’M PLAYING THE MOM CHARACTER WHICH IS SUPER EXCITING BECAUSE SHE HAS A LOT OF LINES AND IS COOL AS HECK

[joleneghoul]

NOO RIP YOU HAVE OCD!!!

[iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife]

you blogging about the terror 🤝 me thinking about Chernobyl

I'm not sure what but I'd wager there's a connection there

the connection is this man ^

[friendly-neighbourhood-infj]

That feeling when you fall in love with a movie or a TV show and want to tell your friends about it (so you can enjoy it and theorise together) but also want to keep it to yourself cause it's YOUR movie/TV show and that makes it special.

[cyanide-sodapop]

Our Book Heroines

made with this Picrew

Holly Short, Artemis Fowl

2. Juliet Butler, Artemis Fowl

3. Hermione Granger, Harry Potter

4. Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

5. Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

6. Holly Munro, Lockwood & Co.

7. Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

8. Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Percy Jackson and the Olympians

9. Hazel Levesque, Heroes of Olympus

10. Piper McLean, Heroes of Olympus

11. Violet Baudelaire, A Series Of Unfortunate Events

12. Aru Shah, Aru Shah (The Pandava Quintet)

13. Mini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez, Aru Shah (The Pandava Quintet)

14. Brynne Rao, Aru Shah (The Pandava Quintet)

[swaps55]

Having a lot of fucking feelings about Stu Redman, Glen Bateman, Larry Underwood and Kojak on main.

[lifewithaview]

Stellan Skarsgård and Jared Harris in Chernobyl (2019) Please Remain Calm

Ep2

With untold millions at risk, Ulana makes a desperate attempt to reach Valery and warn him about the threat of a second explosion.

*After Ulana Khomyuk identifies the isotope that triggered the alarm as Iodine 131, a byproduct of nuclear reactor fuel, her coworker suggests "Ignalina". Ignalina refers to a nuclear power plant in Lithuania operating 2 RBMK-1500 reactors similar to Chernobyl's RBMK-1000 reactors. The decommissioned Ignalina power plant doubles for Chernobyl in this series.

[bonestrouslingbones]

sigh. ebony's birthday is at some point this month isnt it.

sigh. i'm not gonna be able to get this idea to combine that with a sort of last hurrah to finally kill off the ask blog format for atbb out of my head am i.

[retiredcultistredux]

(long post)

Void Termina turned around to face Prince Fluff, frowning. This was that one angry blue guy with the big eyebrows who got his arm ripped off, right? ...That could be a problem, and not one he wanted to deal with.

In fact, Prince Fluff had already rushed forward, only to completely miss Void Termina, instead rushing beneath where he was floating. ...So that wasn't a great attempt on Prince Fluff's part. Not to mention Ester and Javez were there looking like they'd just kill him if he tried anything else. ...So what was there to do?

Well, Void Termina answered that question.

He then floated up into the air, beginning to glow brightly. There was a flash of light followed by two separate lights forming around Ester and Javez, bright enough that they couldn't even be seen through it. Everyone had to shield their eyes once more.

[...Meanwhile...]

After flying through a rift, dealing with the dizziness that came with it and drifting through space for a bit, Magolor, Flamberge and Francisca had made it to Jambandra. They started to make their way through the halls, each having a different demeanor.

Francisca was calm and determined, Flamberge was a little more impatient and loud, floating ahead of the others, and Magolor was moving a little slower, his anxieties starting to creep up on him again.

Magolor: "...I know, but...n-now that we're here, I...f-feel this...dread...s-something b-bad is h-happening..."

Francisca: "Well, we need to be strong. For the sake of Hyness and everyone else."

Flamberge: "Yeah! And we'll back you up if things get dicey!"

Magolor: "...Th-Thanks, you two. I appreciate it."

[The focus has shifted back to Magolor, Flamberge and Francisca for a bit as they make their way through Jambandra.]

[jewishcissiekj]

I haven't read any current (DC) Comics in almost two months and oh god

Just finished catching up on Knight Terrors and everything else and half of it gave me fucking brain damage worst experience of my life 0/10 never read that many comics in one day I hope DC never publishes another comic ever

[eldritch-elrics]

every year i have this thought like "maybe i should reread the original star trek series i created with my ocs when i was 12" and then i don't because it's fuckoff long and also i wrote it when i was 12. but one day i will do it. and i will have many thoughts and lots of nostalgia

[sunboki]

we’re four followers from 2k what am i supposed to do

[thewhizzyhead]

can't believe it's been two damn years since I got into watt and yet with every damn reminder that watt exists, my head still goes haywire over ideas on how watt can be adapted/improved/put to netflix

[themyscirah]

Obsessed with the idea of Xanthe accidentally folding something/summoning something with their joss paper and then it's just like welp. I guess I have a dog now

[ffxivtribehydrae]

#29 Fuse

For FFxIvWrite2022 Characters: Khu Warnings: Mention of death Note: This piece is a follow up to #26 Break a Leg

He wouldn’t call it a victory, but a battle fought and overcome.

Five victims claimed was five too many and Khu would carry the lives he failed to save with him. But it was good to see the sick steadily recover, many fully back on their feet again. Seeing his brother so joyously embrace his family brought a reassuring sense of achievement. He had feared the worst when their newborn had began to show signs of the sickness as well as their eldest daughter.

Finally he could take a deep breath and relax his shoulders, survey the families that had just received the happy news. Perhaps it truly was the answer, take things slow and figure out how to weave his ideas into the traditions of his tribe. The victims had treasured his gifted charms and surely would hold on to them for good after this.

Before he had time to slip away to ponder his next plans and leave everyone to their joys, Bolgue approached. Khu wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, last time he spoke to his uncle it had been less pleasant, the first Khan had all right to be upset though, having lost three grandchildren…

There was an awkward silence that lingered between them as Khu tried to read the other, waiting for them to speak their mind.

“Do not think us fools…”

Bolgue’s muttered words immediately dulled Khu’s previously good mood as it became clear whatever was on the other’s mind was not in entirely good favor.

“How many did you let die before you choose the ways we always followed!?”

The sudden raised tone was unexpected to the point even Khu widened his eyes, just as much as everyone else’s as they turned their heads. It was clear the first Khan wanted the members to hear his words.

“Playing with your foreign tools like a recluse in your little yurt after setting up rules how we were to and not to act! Only actually bothering to treat those affected when those closest in your favor joined the suffering!” Demonstratively Bolgue gestured towards Childé and his family, casting a glance that could have had a hint of jealousy. The second Khan did not speak up, not that Khu expected his brother to considering their past relationship, but if he ever was in need of his brother’s support, it would have been now. “We are not your test subjects for your new ideas, Khu.”

The words rung loud and clear, he’d heard them before, spoken by Childé. The Khans were the voice of the tribe after all and muttering tribe’s members brought an uneasy feeling. Before Khu even had a chance to speak; Bolgue was out of the yurt, leaving Khu with the judging minds that always so silently observed.

For so long had his uncle been rather quite about all things Khu got up to, always had it been Childé approaching him with concerns. With the recent deaths however it seemed as if the first Khan’s patience had run out.

With a lump in his throat Khu for once struggled with deciding what to do in the very moment. The battle had been fought he believed, when in reality it had only just began.