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biceratops7 · 1 year

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So here’s the thing,

Being visibly queer to the point of ostracism is historically synonymous with gender nonconformity and I don’t think that’s a conversation some are ready to have.

Gender nonconformity as it pertains to Stede is a hot button topic of debate in the fandom rn, and I love that! So much! Queer theory shit is in right now? Sign me tf up! But I see a lot of posts answering “no” to “does Stede wear feminine clothing?” as if it’s the same question. It’s also being talked about as a binary “to be” or “not to be” as if gender nonconformity is not a concept experienced on a spectrum.

Even if Stede’s clothing can be considered reasonably “masculine” with all the anachronisms, picking flowers, not being able to stomach a “man’s” job, and wearing robes that cause other characters to misgender him are harder sells. The number one thing I see the “Stede is NOT gnc” side say is that these things are only associated with femininity if you’re seeing them from a stereotypical lense. And well… yah. Gender nonconformity is a social construct. That’s what a social construct is. Enjoying bright colors, preferring non-confrontational solutions, wearing a skirt, having long hair, these are all things that are not biologically innate to women. They’re extra characteristics our society uses to construct the idea of a woman. That’s also why gender nonconformity hinges on the cultural context as well. Different societies, different rules.

In order to understand where people are coming from when they say Stede is gnc and use the queerphobia he experiences as evidence, you have to look at the metaphysics. What is homophobia in its original form? What is it made of? I’d argue it’s purest components are the fear that the divides between men and women will break down. It’s considered “an abomination” because sleeping with a man is seen as the natural duty of a woman, and for women, sleeping with a man. Beyond that, all of the baggage that comes with those extra characteristics I mentioned follows suit. Lesbians were by and large excluded from womanhood, in some points of history specifically bottoming was illegal because it was “placing yourself in a woman’s position”, etc.

And that’s not to say masc gay men don’t experience homophobia, they absolutely do. I’m just saying if Stede is experiencing specifically the same bigotry as non-passing queer people do in the form of being excluded from his own gender and even from others in his group, then I don’t think he’s one of those men.

Honestly a thousand kudos to @eluciferate for already bringing Albert from “The Birdcage” to the conversation. Cause he really is the perfect example of not only gender nonconformity beyond the literal surface, but the fact that for many it’s a state of being rather than a conscious choice of queer empowerment. When Albert’s son brings home a girl with very conservative parents, and Albert attempts to “play straight” for his sake… he can’t do it. Even in ultra masculine clothes and trying his best, the nonconformity shines through like toes poking out of old shoes.

Fuck, Stede wasn’t kidding when he said he was “uncomfortable in a married state”. Even the way he carries himself back home looks carefully minded, like his whole life is a play he was horribly miscast for. In other words sometimes you didn’t purposely decide to stick it to the heteronormative man. Sometimes with great gayness comes great responsibility and that’s that.

Jokes aside, we can nickel and dime all his frilly little affects all we want, but at the end of the day Stede is gender nonconforming in a way that goes beyond aesthetic. And I think a lot of people may be hesitant to read him this way because it requires you to acknowledge homophobia in the show, that Stede’s queerness is commented on and something he actively has to mind before even knowing what it is.

#our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #gnc #gender nonconformity #queer theory #meta #analysis #1x04 #1x08 #1x01 #the birdcage #biceratops

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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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Yoo I have two request which I’ll send the other one separately but I am in an ANGSTY mood rn sooo yah also been binging ur headcanons and stuffs and I just love the way you write ?? It’s so entertaining lol

AnywY the actual request: can you write like a one shot or headcanons if you prefer of mc who is struggling after the belphie incident ?? Like they feel like they’ve mostly forgiven him and can act normally around him and they’re friends and take naps together but sometimes the flash back just HITS THEM and they have nightmares and panic attacks that can be so bad sometimes someone needs to get Simeon to calm them down. Maybe something of how the brothers react/treat mc and belphie? Idk I’m just thirsting for like MEGA ANGST rn bc my dad made me cry little bit lmao 😭

it comes at night

hello anon! i'm terribly sorry you're in such an angsty mood, though i thank you for all the love-- and for sending this request right as these ideas were on the front of my mind. it genuinely makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work, and it makes all the writer's block and such worth it. i cannot express enough how much i love seeing all the comments, reblogs, etc. as people engage with my work.

anyways. i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, especially with how LONG it ended up being, but maybe that's just my mushy brain talking after looking at it too long. regardless-- i hope you enjoy (well, y'know, in like a sad and angsty way).

synopsis: you thought you would be able to move on like all the others. your body was healed, your anxiety tucked neatly behind a mental wall built to keep you safe. yet something in you was stuck. you couldn't just move on. you were trapped in a battle between your friendship with belphegor and the fear gnawing at your brain as you remembered what exactly he did to you. when the dam finally breaks, your whole brain floods with terror, until you're swept away with it. nobody can save you now.

genre: angst, no happy end, just a big ol spoonful of sadness

word count: ~3.1k

content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, graphic(?) discussions of death, depictions of panic attacks, nightmares, mc progressively getting worse from fear + lack of sleep

it's funny how time works.

you'd been around your fair share of years. you’d grown, you’d changed, you’d spent your entire life looking toward the future you had planned. then you, a mere human, were yanked into an unfamiliar world. you spent an entire year in the devildom– a year that simultaneously dragged on and flew by– and came out the other side a new person. a single year in the devildom has changed you more than the human realm has your entire life. time was a mischievous thing, always leaving you chasing behind in a fruitless pursuit of something you’ll never quite understand.

but, she also brings blessings with her. they say that time heals all wounds. you've always agreed with that sentiment. scraped knees and adolescent broken hearts are swept away with the passing days, trailing further and further behind you until one day you forget to look back and remember them. the pain scribbled down on diary pages or cried into pillow cases no longer stings like a fresh burn. these things are nothing but scars now. time has a special way of patching you up, of rubbing your back until the tears clear up and you can finally see again. that is how it's always been.

where is time when you need it?

she hasn't quite abandoned you, this much is true. cuts and bruises heal over the passing days. your hair and nails still grow. your body still changes, slowly but surely, marching onwards week after week. yet your mind is trapped in stasis. you struggle to break free, but at times the rot consumes you whole, until you’re crying under the covers and begging from respite from the memories.

on the worst nights, you find yourself in the attic again, watching the door between you and belphegor swing open. you watch yourself march towards death.

you can still feel his hands around your neck, digging his claws into your fragile human skin like you're made of sand. the scent of blood-- your own blood, on the floors, on the walls, leaking from your torso and staining your clothes a permanent maroon-- still clings to the inside of your nose. even your wildest dreams could not erase the sight of his smug grin, the way his eyes lit up looking at your battered body.

no one person should have to carry the weight of realizing they're going to die. that's what you thought about when your body hit the bottom of the stairs, when belphegor tossed you down from the attic with a harsh laugh and punted your limp body into the entrance hall. you thought about how unfair this all was. you were just trying to help. you thought you were doing the right thing.

one of the worst parts of your untimely demise was watching the others react. the voices pool together in your head, like the colors of the rainbow twisting together on the surface of an oil spill. asmo's panicked shriek blends into satan's angry shouts, desperate to understand what's going on. lucifer's yelling almost drowns out the fearful cries coming from levi, held back by a very silent beel.

but above all of that, you remember mammon. your first man, the first demon who took a chance on the defenseless little human, rushing to your side and gathering you in his arms like you were about to break. his hand on the side of your face, the tears streaming down his face, the shaky, desperate voice assuring you that you'll be okay and begging you to hang on, okay? please don't leave me. you can't remember if he was shaking or if it was your body's last ditch effort to stay conscious-- maybe both. your trembling fingers intertwined with his. words came out of your mouth, and you're not sure what exactly you said, but he only cried harder in response.

and then, as your eyes shut for the final time, you woke at the bottom of the attic stairs. you had cheated death.

your price? you had to carry the memories.

the world kept spinning. days passed in the devildom. you returned to school, kept on top of your homework, spent your days in the house of lamentation alongside the seven demon brothers. you even got to know belphegor as he navigated his return home. he quickly grew fond of you. that, in and of itself, was jarring. but you returned each and every smile with one of your own. his actions were rooted in his own grief for his sister, you knew, and for that you could not fault him. you helped him repair the severed relationships between him and his elder siblings, stitching the family back together like a prized quilt until the seams of betrayal were sufficiently hidden.

time is a traitorous bitch. why did she choose now to leave your wounds bare and bleeding?

everyone moved on but you. everyone got to wake up in the mornings without a nagging anxiety holding them back. the others could hang out with belphegor day in and day out without a growing feeling of dread popping up when you think you're safe.

he killed you. he was grieving. your blood drenched the entryway floors as he laughed. he has grown. you watched the light leave mammon's eyes as you slipped away. belphie has been nothing but kind to you since that day. you fucking died.

you wish your mind could pick a side. did you forgive him, or did you resent him? was he your friend, or your killer? these answers evaded you in the dead of night as you struggled to sleep again. it was becoming more common for you to lose hours of rest to these nagging fears. who are you? are you even you anymore? did the switch in timelines scatter your atoms across countless universes, leaving the you that looks back at you in the mirror nothing more than a hollow shell?

you thought that you could keep your mind on a tight leash, keep your cards close to your chest as you continued to live with the brothers. you were wrong.

the first meltdown came during a nap with belphie. you had grown to trust him-- you thought you trusted him-- enough to sleep around him. he'd coax you every so often into an afternoon nap. always in the light of day, always your choice. and for many afternoons, you were perfectly content with this arrangement. belphie was warm and cuddly, a perfect companion for a lazy afternoon. he had this way of making you feel safe as you slept-- the nightmares couldn't come when he was snuggled up next to you, when you were sure his actions were ones of affection and not another trick to gain your trust.

one afternoon, while the sun was beginning to set, you stirred under the warmth of the blankets. the body next to yours lingered close, steady breaths lulling you back to dreamland. you could stay like this forever, you thought.

and then you felt it. the gentle graze of a familiar cow tail against your skin.

something inside of you, a dam you didn't even know was there, snapped. a hot flash of panic rose up your throat as your whole body jerked away from the feeling. your eyes shot open and you found yourself in the last place you needed to be right now: the attic. you pulled yourself out of bed before your brain could catch up. colors flashed across your vision as a consequence. you whipped around, disoriented and upset, and spotted a sleeping belphie in the bed where you once were.

a sleeping, demon belphie.

the familiar curve of his horns made your throat spasm as you tried to breathe. the colors flashed in your vision again-- oh god, what a terrible time to be left defenseless-- as your brain tried to drag you back to that day. you could practically see his face shift from relief to malicious, insidious joy as he began to attack you.

"hehe... does it hurt? finding it hard to breathe? i'm sure it must be very unpleasant."

please. please no.

" i have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it's so much fun that i can barely stand it! i... i can't contain the laughter!"

you weren't quite sure when you hit the ground, but it was loud enough to wake belphegor from his slumber. he peeled his body off the mattress, slow and dazed, as he looked for you.

"mc? what're you... what's going on?"

please don't. this can't be happening.

your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own panic. you gasped-- once, twice, as your vision went in and out. were you bleeding? your hand loosely brushed at the front of your clothes, but couldn't process whether that was blood or your vivid imagination. were you even breathing? your head felt light and heavy at the same time. the wires in your brain were all crossed, sending both resuscitation and shutdown signals to each part of your body. this feeling... this was too familiar.

were you dying?

"mc, what's going on?"

you came face to face with belphegor. your friend, your killer. the demon who had lured you up to this very attic to kill you, now gripping your shoulders as interrogated you inches from your face.

you screamed. you screamed until your brain shut off completely, leaving you in an inky pit of darkness as your consciousness slipped away.

the house was in disarray for several days. apparently, lucifer came in shortly after you passed out, mammon at his heels, to save the day. you woke up later in his bed, the room cold and empty, with a throbbing head and a tear stained pillow. you stumbled out into his office to find him at his desk, lost in some paperwork like always. the solemn look he gave you as your eyes met told you everything you needed to know.

from this day forth, your fear was now your constant companion.

nobody in the house of lamentation knew how to move forward. not you, not the brothers, not the widening gap growing between you all with each passing day spent in emotional limbo. finally, lucifer called everyone to a family meeting where, over the course of an hour or two, everyone came to an agreement to acknowledge what had happened and why, promised to be mindful of this trauma that you're carrying, and move forward like you requested.

silent days slowly but surely filled back up with laughter again. the brothers came back to your side at their own pace-- asmo first, within a matter of hours, then mammon shortly after, then the others in the following days.

belphegor was the last to come around. his silence spoke volumes about his guilt. he had no clue how to comfort you. he'd do anything to repent for his actions. yet that was the way that life worked, didn't it? some actions simply cannot be undone.

but you didn't let that stop you. despite the panic that closed your throat every time you saw him for the next month, you slowly earned his friendship again. you assured him that the attic incident was a one time thing, the remnants of a lost nightmare blending into your consciousness as you awoke.

until it wasn't a one time thing.

the nightmares crept up on you. the first one happened, of course, that same night, as you thrashed and wept into lucifer's pillows. then a week later, another. a week and a half after that, another. the frequency eventually became higher and higher, until you started planning your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) around your new insomniac tendencies. but even you couldn't manage to stay awake forever.

on a bad night, you'd wake up in tears, crying weakly to yourself as you tried to coax yourself back to bed. on worse nights, you'd shoot up out of bed, limbs tingling in fear, opting to spend the rest of the night in the common room until the others woke for the day. on the worst night, you finally broke. you shattered worse than you could have imagined.

you finally collapsed into bed, body shutting down after a three days of minimal sleep. you were starting to get shaky from the lack of rest, and your lack of appetite was upsetting the others. you crawled under the covers and let your brain slip out of your hands and off to dreamland.

what a fool you were to think you'd get by without nightmares.

visions of demonic teeth tearing at your flesh filled your head. you tried to run away, tried desperately to wake yourself up, but their claws sunk into your flesh. the pain was vivid, was real. memories of your death lived underneath your skin, ready to resurface in the dark of night when there was no escape. you fought back as best you could, kicking and screaming and trying to run, but you were no match for the supernatural strength of your demons. you eventually gave in, an act of learned helplessness, and surrendered yourself to your worst nightmares.

you woke up choking on your own tears. heaving, gasping breaths tried to save you, mixing with coughs as your body struggled to hang on. the tears finally gave way to the memories-- hot blood dripping from your torso, screaming faces begging you to stay, your head going fuzzy as your vision followed--and your screams escaped without a fight.

a mixed cacophony of voices came flooding in the room. you'd be touched by the gesture, seeking comfort in the arms of your dearest friends, if your brain hadn't reminded you that they were demons as well. nightmarish beasts with fangs and claws, predators built to rip your soft flesh from your bones and leave you to die like roadkill.

you felt a hand on your shoulder. who's was it? you could not tell. your first and only instinct was to scream for mercy, hot tears streaming down your face as mammon's hurt expression moved back out of your line of sight. your chest heaved with effort. it felt like your whole body was caving in on itself. you didn't even realize you were shaking as you curled your body into a ball. your side hit the mattress with a pathetic thud and you wept, bitter and fearful, as a panic attack kept you trapped in its grip.

you don't know how long you stayed curled up like that, wordless cries echoing from your room and into the hallway, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps caught enough of your attention to forget the panic, even if just for a moment.

"hey, it's okay," a familiar, comforting voice approached, cutting through the fear like a moonlight on a stormy night. "mc, it's me, it's simeon. it's going to be okay."

you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone sitting down, and you blindly threw your body at the person before checking to see if it was really him. it took you a few moments to raise your head, and when you did, you saw him: simeon, your angel, blue eyes full of worry as he met your gaze.

you cried in his arms until you fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

the next morning was miserable, to say the least. breakfast was tense. they all watched you like a hawk, like you were a powder keg about to explode with one wrong move. you couldn't blame them. you were afraid of your own emotions, and on some level, you were afraid of them. your trauma was making you afraid of the very people you cared about the most. these brothers had welcomed you into their home, took care of you as you adjusted to life in the devildom, and yet you couldn't hold eye contact without breaking in to a cold sweat.

the only person who did not watch you was belphegor. he was nowhere to be found during breakfast, nor dinner, nor breakfast the following day. you tried to seek him out, but somehow the avatar of sloth had become a skilled sneak in his silence.

you finally caught him alone on day four of radio silence. you both had stayed home without realizing the other had also skipped school that day-- you, from the lack of sleep eating at your brain, and belphegor, with his usual routine of missing class to nap at the house of lamentation. he was curled up on the couch in the common room, basking in the warmth of the fireplace in his slumber. you decided to wait for him to wake up. you sat down on the couch opposite of the one where he rested and watched him, quietly, like he'd disappear if you dared to blink.

creepy? yes. but your brain was long ruined by sleep deprivation and gnawing anxiety to worry about such trivial things.

when he finally stirred, you gently called belphegor's name. he took a moment to finally look at the source of the voice, but when he did, his body froze as the two of you made eye contact. a few moments passed in silence. finally, he sat up and began to make a move to leave.

"wait."

he stopped, but his gaze did not meet yours. you rose from your seat and joined him on the couch. the youngest pulled his legs in, twisting his body into a defensive little ball, and countered your next sentence before you could even open your mouth.

"you shouldn't be here with me."

"i think i'm old enough to make decisions for myself."

he shifted uncomfortably in the silence. you spoke again.

"i miss you. and i'm sorry."

he scoffed to himself and stared at the fireplace. "don't know why you think you should be apologizing to me. i'm the one that's the problem."

"you're not a problem, belphie. i never meant to make you feel like one."

every hair on your body stood on end. your hands trembled against your wishes, so you sat on them to stay focused. you had to do this. you had to keep moving forward.

"i hurt you, mc. you're afraid i'm going to do it again."

you sighed-- it came out more shaky than you would have liked-- and looked down. how had it come to this? how had someone you'd grown to hold so dear become a stranger again?

"i don't want to stop being friends. i don't like when you avoid me."

"you still get nightmares, don't you?"

you pause. his icy gaze on the side of your head sent you into a cold sweat.

you smiled-- it felt more like a grimace, personally-- and prayed it didn't come across insincere. your fingers carefully intertwined with his. he met your gaze. you were thankful he couldn't see the way your chest tightened when you made eye contact.

"i'm okay, belphie," you lied.

this fear was going to be the death of you.

#i cannot tell if this is good or not i've looked at it for hours #ask answer #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me writing #obey me fanfic #obey me angst #obey me brothers #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me chapter 16 spoilers #otome

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kittyhuii · 7 months

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𝙇𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙯𝙚

"I just wanna stay, in that lavender haze"

inspired by Taylor Swift's 'Lavender Haze'

genre: smut

pairings: celebrity!jun x gn!reader (Jun calls reader Angel)

word count: 1,056 words (barely proofread)

synopsis: Being in a relationship with such an a-list celebrity was definitely one of your wildest dreams. Of course, such a dream come true has its drawbacks, but both you and Jun are determined to stay in that lavender haze.

a/n: hey yall ik i haven't been active in a while, its just that school is actually school-ing rn and i been busy with it, but here's a draft that i've been working on before school even started, enjoy!

A white limousine came to a halt just in front of the red carpet that was welcoming only the most known celebrities in the industry. The car door was opened by a man in a suit, probably a butler of some sort. And as the door opens, the flashes of the cameras beside you intensified, taking pictures of the fine man who immediately graced the red carpet as he stepped out of his car. You look through the camera lens, admiring the purple–coated celebrity who was causing flashes of light and screams all around the venue – Wen Junhui.

It’s rare to hear from someone who has not at least heard about Wen Junhui, he’s always the talk of the town – considering his phenomenal acting skills ever since he was just a child he himself earned such a reputation – getting nominated for ‘Best Actor’ in any award show and winning the said nominations, going home carrying gold on his arms and a smug smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a famous actor one day!” the child with spiky bangs next to you exclaimed. You giggled playfully at his adorable antics. “Yah, you mustn't forget about me then” you joked half-heartedly, what you weren’t expecting was how much your friend looked offended. “Of course, I won’t! We should be actors together!” the boy suggested, like he always does. Sure, you loved the idea every time he brought it up but you were just not cut out for that. Noticing your silence, the self-proclaimed future actor continued nagging you. “The only closest I will be to a celebrity is probably being part of a paparazzi or something…” you replied, hoping it will shut him up for now, but soon that idea was scratched out when he only kept nagging you the entire day.

“How can you keep admiring that photo when I’m right in front of you?” Jun inquired, snapping you out of your thoughts. He went closer to where you were seated and peeked at the photo that was displayed on your camera, seemingly mimicking the pose that he had on the said photo, earning a giggle from you. “So,” Jun started, “... date tonight?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, especially since people know that you’re staying in this part of the city”. As tempting as it was, you knew you had to reject it. Having such a large fan base as an artist can be a bit of a burden sometimes, especially during times like these – where it seems like a fan could pop up at any moment, busting you two.

Rejecting Jun’s idea of going on a date surely didn’t atone to the fact that you were in front of him, sprawled on the bed of your shared hotel room.

You lifted your head up and gazed at the man in front of you, the bright light from the ceiling seemingly hitting the back of his purple sweater, emitting a lavender aura around him. In one swift motion, the black necktie wrapped around the collar of his sweater was undone and thrown across whatever corner of the room. The thick and plush purple fabric of his sweater was soon lifted off of him, revealing the toned muscles covering his lean body. “Like what you see?” He asked, a smug look evident on his beautiful face – God, you hate him, you hate how he’s the only one who can you have wrapped around his finger. A nod was all you could respond before he leisurely walked to the side of the bed. As he makes his way to you, his smoldering gaze never left you – who is growing tenser and flustered with each passing second.

“Strip.” was all he had to say before you went down your knees on the bed, unbuttoning your clothes and taking off the thin fabric of a cloth that wasn’t really hiding the lust that has long been pent up deep inside you. “So pretty for me…” Jun whispered, brushing his cold and slender fingers on your heat–covered cheek, admiring your petite and delicate features. As he was doing so, you were down to the last piece of clothing that was covering your entirety. However, you felt hesitant – your fingers stopping on the waistband of your underwear, fidgeting with it. Jun, who was growing impatient, now had both his hands on your waist. “Don’t be shy now, Angel” he teased, as he started to pull on the waistband of your underwear himself though he soon stops. “May I?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries, and so, you nodded in response.

“Jun…,” you cry out as you felt your high quickly approaching. “Yes, Angel?” he grunts, all the while he was filling you up with length, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “…I’m close” your voice, almost as inaudible as a whisper, but Jun knew just from the way your cheeks flush red and you clenching around the girth of his cock. “Fuck…” he grunts again, “…if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum”. Jun’s words flipped a switch inside you, one that had you arching your back as you blissed out. Meanwhile, the sounds of Jun’s thrusting only grew more lewd, now with your arousal acting as lube. Your climax had you dizzy, unable to fathom the fact that Jun was practically pounding into you as he rode himself to ecstasy. Jun thrusts into you one last time as he felt shockwaves sent through his entire body by his climax before he pulls out of you in one quick motion, jerking his cock before strings of white liquid erupts from the tip of his cock, the white liquid pooling on your stomach as you two lay on the bed, side–by–side, completely disheveled.

You look to your left and you see Jun with a smile on his face. “What’re you smiling about?” you ask, amused. “Nothing really, you just look beautiful”. “Oh please” you cringe at his cheesy remark as you smacked his shoulder as a joke, earning a hearty laugh from him and you doing the same. That’s when you realized that you would do anything in your place to stay, to stay with him in this lavender haze.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for more than a month now istg, but now it finally sees light hehe, hope yall liked it and ill try to be more active despite of school.

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bts-siwan · 26 days

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The boys are currently huddled together outside of the practice room whilst Siwan is inside.

JIN: “Did you light the candles? Light the candles quickly!”

JIN: *tsking* “Ah, you guys are so unorganised.”

V: *excited + shoving jm* “Go get the lighter!” *x2*

SUGA: “Where’s Namjoon?”

J-HOPE: “Yah, do you think we should’ve done something more? What if this is underwhelming for him?” *whispering amongst the others*

JUNGKOOK: “I bought him a gift.” *quietly speaking + holding his gift to his chest*

SUGA: “Trust me, he’ll appreciate it. Focus on not dropping the cake instead.” *warning tae who is grinning like a maniac*

JIMIN: *arriving with the lighter + lighting the candles* “Here’s one. Here’s two.” *another member who is excited* “Army, you know, I decorated this cake myself.”

V: “Yah! I did too! Stop taking all the credit.”

RM: “You guys are so loud.” *finally arriving on scene with the second cake* “Is Wanie practicing inside?”

SUGA: “When is he not? You gotta drag him by his ankles if you wanna see him anywhere else.” *speaking facts tbf*

J-HOPE: “Wait, we’re having a second cake? What’s this cake for?” *eyeing up the one nj’s holding*

JIN: “You guys didn’t even tell him?” *about to lose it* “For the best trainee achievement. He got ranked first for best trainee.”

JIMIN: “Everyone is talking about him. He’s our ace already.” *proud of his hyung*

V: “Our hyung’s so talented. The ace of Bangtan!”

SUGA: “Save the compliments for when you’re actually in front of him.” *yg being the most talkative he’s ever been bc he wants this to go well*

RM: “Okay, we’ll go in on the count of three, alright?” *trying to get everybody on the same page*

JIN: “Jeongguk-ah, you go in front. He thinks you’re cute.” *quickly moving the lil maknae ahead of everyone*

RM: “Okay, now on the count of three. Three, two, one!”

Jeongguk pushes the door to the practice room open as the rest of the members yell “Surprise!” and enter.

It’s a little chaotic as they start to sing “Happy Birthday”, the members begin circling an off guard Siwan who is soaked to the bone with sweat from practice, completely unaware of what’s going on.

V: “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR HYUNG! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” *literally yelling rn lmao*

JIMIN: “CONGRATS ON GETTING BEST TRAINEE! WE’RE PROUD OF YOU!” *yelling pt.2*

S!NEA: *honestly still doesn’t know what’s going on* “What? Seok-ah, I thought you were going to go get fried chicken.”

JIN: “It was part of the plan. It’s your birthday. Did you forget?” *grabbing the knife for the cake + handing it to siwan*

RM: “We’re like brothers now. We have to celebrate these things together. It’s your birthday!” *also showing the trainee cake*

SUGA: “You got ranked best trainee recently too. We wanted to celebrate the achievement with you.” *resting a hand on siwan’s shoulder*

S!NEA: *lowkey feeling overwhelmed rn* “What? No… You don’t- you didn’t have to do that.”

RM: “Well, before you say that,” *motions for hoseok to push jk forward*

JUNGKOOK: *king of being shy* “I-I got you this, hyung. I thought I’d get you a gift for your birthday. And your achievement as best trainee.” *holding out the box* “Please accept it.”

S!NEA: *can’t say no to the lil bunny* “Ah… you guys seriously didn’t need to do this.” *tearing up as he accepts jk’s gift*

JUNGKOOK: “Don’t open it now! Do it when you’re alone.” *panicking*

S!NEA: *sniffling + pulling jk into a hug* “Okay, okay. Thanks, Gukkie.”

J-HOPE: “Ah, are you crying? Don’t cry!” *pushing past everyone to wipe siwan’s tears*

JIMIN: “Hyung is crying? Move!” *pushing hoseok aside to grab siwan’s cheeks* “Don’t cry. You’re supposed to be happy! This is a happy moment.” *caressing his cheeks + the tear tracks that weld up*

S!NEA: “I’m happy.” *still lowkey crying* “These are- they’re happy tears.” *laughing*

SUGA: “You’re gonna make our maknae cry too. Stop it.” *whining bc otherwise he’ll also get emo*

JUNGKOOK: *pouting bc it isn’t exactly untrue + begins tearing up a few seconds later*

V: “YAH! Why are you all crying? This isn’t a funeral! Stop it!” *bringing the cake over to siwan*

RM: *pulling jk to his side + rubbing his arm* “Okay, okay. Why don’t we cut the cake? Let’s all have a slice. I’m starving.”

S!NEA: *agreeing* “Sorry. I-I just didn’t expect all of this.”

The members begin to sing “Happy Birthday” again as Siwan finally cuts the cake. Namjoon then proceeds to bring the trainee cake which Siwan also slices into.

JIN: “Here, feed the maknae first. He’s probably drained from crying.”

The members all laugh together as Siwan feeds everyone a piece of the cake before the video ends with Jimin and Taehyung rubbing icing all over Siwan’s face.

TAGLIST

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @anqelws , @kaitieskidmore97 , @vizianary

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👣. !!: BEHIND THE SCENES OF BIGHIT’S GROUP PHOTO ‧₊˚

Everyone is currently getting ready in their assigned waiting rooms. After finishing with makeup, Jimin and Hoseong head off to go see Lee Hyun.

SE3OUL: “Oooo hyung what’s this new look? Are you trying to steal my heart and run away?” *hands in pockets, analysing hyun’s outfit as staff continue to fix his blazer*

LEE HYUN: “Who are you trying to butter up? You think I don’t know you by now?” *smirking in pure amusement*

JIMIN: “No, it’s such a new look on you. It’s amazing but strange.” *excitedly explaining to the camera*

LEE HYUN: “Why, is it like looking into a mirror?” *teasing*

JIMIN & SE3OUL: *giggling along with hyun*

SE3OUL: “You look like a VIP. As in, you know those big CEO types, right? That’s what you look like.”

JIN: *also entering the room* “Ooh, hyung-nim, are you a producer? More like a conductor, maybe.”

LEE HYUN: “It’s like I’m wearing my dad’s clothes.”

JIMIN: “You’re looking so good today.”

SE3OUL: “Right? Clothes really do make the man.”

LEE HYUN: “I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a compliment or what.”

Everyone laughs in unison as Hoseong denies meaning anything bad by it, and then the Bangtan boys begin to exit the room.

Cue to Namjoon heading to the set.

RM: “Hello. I stayed up all night yesterday. I believe at least five of us got no sleep last night.”

RM: “This is my affection towards Bighit. Do you know what I mean?”

Upon his arrival, he is greeted by TXT members who had all arrived earlier than the rest as the youngest of the company’s idols. The boys bow politely as they greet each other.

BEOMGYU: “Oh jeez… my heart’s really racing.”

YEONJUN: *snickering as he rests his hand on gyu’s shoulder* “Beomgyu-ah is feeling shy, huh? Are you blushing?”

BEOMGYU: “Yah, I’d like to see you act normal once Hoseong hyung gets here. You’ve been friends with him for years but you still don’t know how to act around him.”

KAI: *joining in on the fun* “Oh hyung, he really got you there. How are you going to act shy in front of such an old friend of yours? Do you like him~?”

YEONJUN: *pretending to go in for a hit at kai* “Aish… watch what you say, you brat.”

As TXT boys continue to converse amongst themselves, Hoseok and Hoseong arrive on set, greeting everyone cheerfully.

SE3OUL: “Woah, who’s this? Yeonjun my bro!” *exclaiming loudly as he pulls yeonjun into a hug*

YEONJUN: “Hey, hyung.” *laughing cutely* “You look so dashing in your suit. Are you famous?”

TAEHYUN: “Maybe they told hyung to dress up like someone who’s a multiple chart topper.” *words coming out smooth as butter*

SE3OUL: *Oooo, someone’s good with words. This is a nice look, right? I feel important.” *doing a lil twirl*

J-HOPE: “Oh? I thought you were a part of Bangtan Sonyeondan? Does that not make you a VIP?” *patting seongie to get an answer*

SE3OUL: “Are you my fan? Do you want an autograph?” *mimicking the opening of an invisible marker to sign hoseok’s forehead*

Soon enough, Lee Hyun begins to arrive on set after both BTS and TXT members have settled themselves.

The shoot quickly gets rolling as all of the boys are advised on what poses to make and where to sit.

Everyone is having fun making jokes and laughing together between shoots.

SE3OUL: *checking the outcome of the pics rn with yoongi and jk* “We’re like Men In Black. Hyung, you get the reference right?”

SUGA: “We do look quite chic in black, but it reminds me of those vintage mobsters.” *chuckling at the thought*

JUNGKOOK: “The maknaes look really good here.” *referring to txt boys as he points at the screen*

They then move to unit shoots after the group shoot is over. Hoseong is with ‘Group Tall’ alongside Jin, Namjoon, Soobin and Kai.

RM: “Hoseongie is the only one saving our reputation right now against these dongsaengs’ growth spurts.” *shaking his head watching 6’2 monster seongie conversing with 6’1 monster soobin and 6’0 monster kai*

JIN: “I didn’t know kids could grow so tall nowadays. We’re wearing sneakers and they’re wearing boots.”

SE3OUL: “Yah, I might need to switch groups and join TXT at this rate. These guys match me perfectly.” *wrapping his arms around soob and kai’s shoulders*

RM: “Wah… ARMY, are you seeing this? It took him 0.4 seconds to betray us.” *disappointed leader at his friend’s resolve*

JIN: “What kind of slander is this towards the fans? Hoseong-ah, I don’t think they’ll let you get out of this one alive, you know.” *namjin having fun pestering seongie*

JUNGKOOK: *watching group tall from afar* “Wow… look at the tall guys over there.” *amazed and in awe* “Lucky. Tall guys are lucky. I’ll be content with being small. In my next life, I’ll be born taller.”

JUNGKOOK: “Hm, maybe like 183? I don’t need to be tall like Soobin or Hoseongie hyung.” *noticing group tall about to start their shoot* “Oh, how does team tall look? I want to see!” *making his way over*

Group Tall proceed with their shoot as Jeongguk watches with a small pout that he later laughs off. He announces that he’s going to go change before Group Tall finish up to check their shots.

Now moving onto the interview process.

Hoseong is in a group with Hoseok, Yoongi, Beomgyu and Kai.

KAI: *holding up mc mic* “Hello,” *bowing cutely* “Your interviewer today will be Bighit’s maknae Huening Kai.”

ALL OTHER MEMBERS PRESENT: *clapping enthusiastically*

SE3OUL: “Oho, these days our company is casting such attractive idols~ Don’t you think, hyung?” *asking suga with a nudge*

SUGA: *chuckling at the thought* “Ah, they’re definitely more well rounded than we were with our chains and baggy pants back in the day.”

J-HOPE: “Don’t even remind me of that. I’d rather forget it.” *embarrassed as he laughs*

BEOMGYU: “We thought you looked very cool, sunbaes.” *inputting shyly*

SE3OUL: *glancing over at beomgyu with a small smile* “Cute.”

KAI: *starting everyone off with the real questions* “This is the first time since April that all of us are together. We’re here to take our first group photoshoot. How do you feel?”

J-HOPE: *up first as he’s closest to kai* “It was a dream of mine. You know, having a new group join us since it was only Hyun hyung and us in the company, and having that sense of family? It was my dream. It feels like that came true today and it’s super fun too.”

KAI: “Honestly, I was really nervous at first, but you guys were so nice to us so we had no problems at all.”

SUGA: “We mostly just stood around. We didn’t do much.”

SE3OUL: “Speak for yourself,” *puffing his shoulders* “I was making friends with all of these dongsaengs. I’m joining their group. Did Jin hyung and Joon-ah not tell you?”

BEOMGYU: *giggling at seongie’s antics*

J-HOPE: *look of shock* “Pardon?” *blinking owlishly*

SUGA: *arms crossed as if contemplating* “Mm, go ahead. Finally I’ll have some peace.” *sighing and nodding, clearly trying to rile seongie up*

SE3OUL: *immediately falling into yoongi’s side* “Aish… you can’t be so cruel to your dongsaeng now, can you? Please plead with me to stay nicely.” *pouting*

SUGA: *not finding it easy to dismiss seongie’s tactics as he attempts to avoid eye contact* “Yah, yah. Pay attention to the interview. Beomgyu-ssi, how did you feel?” *resolve is still strong*

BEOMGYU: “Ah, yes. For me… it was new. We only ever did shoots with just the five of us as TXT, but doing one altogether like this was really cool and so much fun.”

KAI: “What about you, Se3oul sunbae-nim?”

SE3OUL: “Yes, well, I have very similar sentiments to Seok-ah and Beomgyu-ah over here. I think it’s nice to get together like this, you know? It feels like one of those huge family gatherings back home. I think the only thing missing is some Korean BBQ.” *laughing*

J-HOPE: “Why don’t we do it? After the shoot is over, we should all go out to eat together or something. Or we could order takeout.”

KAI: “It would be rude of me to oppose free food.” *bowing with a cheeky smile* “Suga sunbae-nim, how about you?” *trying to bring the interview back on track*

SUGA: “A big group like this… maybe at an award show? Never did any other kind of group photos. And now a family photo like this… This is our first, right?”

ALL OTHER MEMBERS: *agreeing and affirming*

SUGA: “I think it’s fun.” *nodding as he finishes his piece*

KAI: *moving onto the next question* “Our outfits; these dark suits. Who do you think wears it the best?”

SE3OUL: *grinning* “Oh, I’ve been waiting for something like this.”

J-HOPE: *looking over at seong with a tilt to his head* “Personally, I think Hyunie hyung. It looks great on him! Extremely great. It looks like he’s conducting Bighit. He looks super handsome.”

KAI: “I think it looks best on J-Hope, Suga and Se3oul sunbae-nims.” *giggling + feeling shy*

SE3OUL & J-HOPE: *clapping enthusiastically together before high-fiving each other* “Oh yeah!“

SE3OUL: “We’re such a unit with this outfit, aren’t we? Come give me a hug.” *proceeds to hug kai who blushes and smiles wide, fanboying a lil inside*

KAI: “But seriously, you look really good in those suits.”

J-HOPE: “So cute.”

SE3OUL: “The cutest.”

KAI: “All of us together… it looked really good.”

SUGA: “Wearing different suits like this… it was really fresh and unique.”

KAI: “We have fourteen people, each with their own charm. What subunit would you make?”

SE3OUL: “Oh? I’ve already said this guys. I’m making a subunit with TXT dongsaengs.” *seems to be very firm on the idea*

J-HOPE: *feeling betrayed* “This guy seriously… fine then. Yoongi hyung, how about you, me and Hyunie hyung?”

SUGA: *laughing bc he can’t take any of this seriously*

J-HOPE: “Sing a ballad, really belt it out…”

SUGA: “I’m gonna have to get voice lessons starting this year.”

SE3OUL: *tapping suga on the shoulder* “We’ll have a sing-off later in the year. Do you accept?”

J-HOPE: “Yah, don’t start making promises we can’t keep.” *pushing seongie’s arm down before yoongi can accept*

KAI: “I think it would be fun to make a rap unit with Yeonjun hyung and J-Hope, Suga and RM sunbae-nims. I think it would be fun.”

BEOMGYU: “I’d like to divide everyone into a dance group and a singing group and perform on stage.”

KAI: “Thank you for your answers, and thank you for the interview.” *bowing as the session comes to an end*

Everyone claps as the older members speak a few more sentiments on today as a whole. Namjoon and Jimin arrive on scene behind the boys as they join in and clap.

The next set of the photoshoot then begins as all members have changed into lighter colours.

KAI: *arriving at the next scene* “We’re going to the second set for our next shoot.”

Shortly after, the cameras begin shuttering as the shoot begins. The boys all pose on chairs, sofas and on the floor.

Once this set is over, the interview process begins once more with Hyun, Jin, Jimin and Soobin. After their interview comes to an end, Hoseong infiltrates to join in on saying goodbye.

Now moving onto the last of the shoot.

SE3OUL: “Thank god I’m tall.” *purposely teasing since jm is lying beside him on the floor*

JIMIN: *giggling + smacking seongie’s arm* “What does being tall have to do with lying on the floor, huh? Be careful with your words.”

SUGA: “I might just fall asleep… so nice.”

RM: “No, you gotta fight it off.”

EVERYONE: *posing while lying on the floor for next shoot*

LEE HYUN: “It’s curved? The line is curved.”

Once everyone is in position, the shoot commences once more.

A long and hardworking day of shooting finally comes to an end an hour later. The video proceeds with the last of the interviews before the individual messages at the end.

SE3OUL: “To all our Bighit artists… I hope this message stays alive in your heart for years and years to come.”

SE3OUL: “Our TXT dongsaengs, firstly let me start with you. It’s been nearly a year now since your debut, right? I’ve seen you working so hard at the studio for your comebacks and stage. It warms my heart when you come to me for advice, and I see such a bright future ahead of you. There’ll be hardships… don’t get me wrong, but I think you guys will make it very big if you keep going. Please stay healthy and happy always. Hwaiting!” *lil cheer fist*

SE3OUL: “To my Bangtan members… well, you must already know my feelings. We’ve been with each other for a decade now, some of us even longer. Let’s keep going until the very end, okay? Each of you have come so far, grown so much and matured with time, and I’ll never forget this journey we’ve been on. I love you all very much. Until the very end! Bangtan!” *doing the classic group outro*

SE3OUL: “Lastly there’s our Lee hyun hyung. You were here with us before anyone else, and I remember all the times you would let me come to you for advice… or when I was feeling down and needed a listening ear. You were always there for me, hyung. I hope your future is bright and you prosper with many blessings going forward. Please always stay happy and healthy! Hwaiting!” *another lil cheer fist*

And thus the video comes to a full end.

💬 — HOSEONG’S TAGLIST.

@pandorasword , @ateezsora , @bts-dream , @fairiepoems , @kaitieskidmore97

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hi again I’m the one who had the hc abt tiger’s clones bein ghosts :) I have another one for ya if you’re interested, it’s about don!

I hc that Don has botanokinesis, or plant manipulation. It’s a basic power, if he’s in a good mood, he’ll nurture any plant life he touches. If the opposite is true, plants will wilt. (which is why his rose regains its color in title defense if he wins)

the spooky part comes in where the power affects don physically. it makes some kind of dark/black sprawling pattern grow over parts of his body and little red dots to appear instead of his pupils (the growths are namely on his fingertips and around his eyes, but also his lips, his cheeks, his chest, etc.)

the scariest part is that his power *can* harm living beings other than plant life. if he were to grab onto someone while he were upset, it would feel super cold, and if he held on long enough, you’d actually feel your limb going numb. pretty scary stuff! but hey, that’s my kinda stuff

beuhh im in the middle of pe class right now so excuse any typos😛 (currently lying on the bleachers. my elbows hurt a lot rn)

STOP this makes a lot more sense abt his rose,,, gives an actual explanation to why his rose just suddenly. turns black or vise versa. i've always assumed that it's one of those magician's rose(?) if that makes sense

is this why he turned emo in TD LMAOO /j

wait stop imagine carmen buys some flowers or something and they die within like a week n she's all sad about them. don stops in and he's like "don't worry😎" and makes them all healthy again. i actually cannot word this romantically but yall get what i mean

the markings on his body sound unsettling imo— which i luvvv omg— and it's interesting to think abt. knowing how sassy extravagant (if that's the right word) he is, don most likely buys CRATESS of concealer to hide the markings that he can't hide while in the ring. i'd assume most of the boxers are aware of don's botanokinesis, but the audience isn't, so any boxers walking into the locker rooms would probably walk in on don caking his chest in expensive concealer to hide the markings LMFAOOO

he's also got brown contacts to hide the little red dots in his eyes. it's a pain in the ass to have them on in the ring, but it's an even bigger pain in the ass to explain to people why your pupils are tiny red dots yk (#justdonflamencothings💕)

whenever don gets asked about his "magic rose" in interviews or by fans, he usually just dances around it by saying "a magician never reveals his secrets" or something like that. little do they know��

he definitely keeps all the roses he gets thrown at him in his victory (?) animation and nurtures them back to full health whenever they get all wilted. don keeps them in this giant vase that sits on his balcony/near a window and he treats them like his kids 100%. in addition to those, he has a shit ton of other plants in his living space as well

AND THAT ALSO EXPLAINS WHY HE ALWAYS HAS THAT FUCKIN ROSE W HIM IN THE RING... he's always nurturing it back to life😭😭 but with this head canon i'm now permanently sayinf that the rose seen in every single cutscene is the same exact one. it was given to him by carmen on their first date and, when not in the ring, is either in its own special vase at home or somewhere safe in his bag/locker. his locker had a separate vase in it just for this rose

but yah,, i luv this head canon now.

this is actually canon now

#punch out #don flamenco #don flamenco more like don flamingo. roasted #are we ever gonna talk abt don's waist btw #who wrote that previous tag. omg.#bazooka overkill #bazooka-overkill

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Ok so I just watched episode 5 of the pjo show and honestly I might get dragged for this but I have some very real criticisms of it that I want to share. And if you enjoy the show that’s fine, I’m enjoying it to but at the same time I have a lot of issues with it and want to talk about it because I think being able to be real and critical of stuff that you like is important.

I think I’ll start with the pacing because that’s my biggest issue with it rn. It is moving so fast it feels like it’s just doing the spark notes version of the book. And ik we are all on the train of adaptations not having to be exactly like the book anymore, (which is literally just a thing that came about bc of this show and if it was any other show to book movie I think ppl would have a different tune but that is an entirely different conversation that maybe I’ll talk about later because I find it very interesting tbh), but the show is cutting out a lot of stuff that I feel was very important to the characters and in the books. I don’t know if this us because of the episode count or the episode length of if it’s the right, maybe it’s all three, but I feel like because the pacing is so fast the story is just breezing past a lot of emotional beats.

Which brings me to my next point. I have not felt a single thing watching any of these episodes. In fact I felt more about this show when I watching a single clip from episode 5 on TikTok than I did while watching the actual episode even at that clip. The show is so bad at building tension for literally anything. And I know everyone hates the movies and all that but the movies scene with Mrs Dodds had more tension and life than the scene did in the show. And I’ve heard people dispute “oh Percy has been seeing stuff all his life he probably thought that this was just that and didn’t realize it was real” but that has nothing to do with this. Why didn’t Mrs Dodds lead him away from all the other students? Why would she attack him in broad daylight when she’d aware that Chiron and a satyr are there? Or even if she didn’t know Chiron was there if she knew there was a demigod there she should’ve at least suspected the presence of a satyr.

The chimera fight was also very disappointing. Now I don’t remember exactly how this fight went in the books or in the movies but I don’t need to remember to know that this fight as equally tensionless and emotionless as the Mrs Dodds fight. And yah, they’re kids, it doesn’t need to be some epic battle or anything, but there should be tension. We should feel a least a little nervous even if we know what’s going to happen. Ngl. I don’t even know what to say about the Medusa fight bc I don’t even remember what happened. I don’t remember what happened in the books when it came to Medusa besides Percy cutting off her head and sending it to the gods. I’d definitely have to reread the books again before I comment on the change of theme surrounding Medusa and like half of the main theme of the series because Rick did some serious reconning with this stuff but unfortunately my books are lost somewhere in my basement.

I do think the Minotaur fight was fine really good though. The bond between Percy and his mom was built up really well and it was pretty devastating with that last scene between them. You could really feel the impact that Sally’s “death” had on him. However, it was so fucking dark it was hard to see half of what was happening and I’m gonna talk about that more later.

The next thing I want to talk about is the acting/casting. And before anyone says anything this has nothing to do with Annabeth being black or Percy not having black hair. Their characters feel flat and honestly I think that if it’s anyone’s fault it’s the directors and the script. I’ll use Walker as a reference because he’s the only one I’ve seen in anything else, in The Adam Project he was brilliant. Like there were multiple times where his performance alone had me in tears. That movie had me ugly sobbing at least three times and Walker was definitely part of the reason why.

In the pjo show he just feels… dull. And a tad bit lifeless which is baffling. How do you even make a character like Percy Jackson that, I’m sorry to say but, boring. Even the movies managed to give him more personality than the show, and I genuinely hate to say that but if I had to rank all the Percy’s show Percy is at the bottom which is so hard to say because Walker is perfect for this role but still he has more Percy Personality in that Kraft Mac and Cheese ad that he did with Ryan Reynolds. I do realize that part of this could be because we don’t have Percy’s inner monologue, sorta like what happened with Harry in Harry Potter, but there are ways to combat that like having a character be more expressive and stuff and that is also just not happening.

*(Also if anyone of curious my Percy Ranking goes 1: book Percy, 2: musical Percy, 3: movie Percy, 4: show Percy).

Speaking of expressiveness, Leah as Annabeth is also very disappointing because in her interviews she seems so Annabeth and I can see why Rick choose her but in the show all of her lines are delivered the exact same and the most emotion we get from her is a pinch of her eyebrows. And it’s a similar issue with Walker because he doesn’t emote that much either and neither does Aryan so I’m definitely thinking that it’s an issue with the directing instead of the actors. I don’t have much to say about Aryan. He’s ok, he has the same issues as the others of just not having a lot of emotion or very good dialogue/line delivery but again I don’t think that’s his fault and instead the direction of the show.

Listen I think they’re all incredible and the chemistry that they have in interviews is amazing. But the fact that I can see more of their characters in interviews than the actual show is insane, especially because it’s so obvious they all care about their characters and the world of Percy Jackson so much that I think if they were left on their own they could do this show perfectly but someone behind the scenes is stamping down their performances for the sake of the show taking itself too seriously.

Charlie and Dior were both great for the screen time they had. I mean not much to say about them tbh bc they didn’t have that much screen time but Dior’s scream after her spear was broken was literal gold. Adam Copeland as Ares was amazing and Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes is quite possibly the worst thing that they could’ve ever done.

I know a lot of people were praising the change they made with Annabeth and Percy’s relationship and how that instead of disliking each other because of their parents they disliked each other because of bad personal impressions. But honestly I have to disagree. If I remember correctly Annabeth disliked him because he was son of Poseidon, and Percy disliked Annabeth because she was rude to him. And to me that made perfect sense because Annabeth was literally being indoctrinated by the gods/what they teach at camp for years/half her childhood why wouldn’t she hate Percy based solely on the fact her mom hates his dad? And I think that was actually kind of important as a character trait and I’m pretty bummed it was changed. (Ngl tho like I said earlier I haven’t read the books in a long time so I could be wrong about this, I’m just basing this off what other people have said about the beginning of their relationship in reference to the show and the books).

Also going back to what I said about the lighting ‼️SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 5 ‼️this really pissed me off because so many shows do this and it only started becoming a real problem in recent years. In episode 5 when Percy and Annabeth are entering the amusement park it is so goddamn dark I could not see what was happening. I have no idea what that machine over Percy’s head at the entrance was or looked like. I don’t know why it made him so scared because I could not see it. I could not see their faces as they were talking. I could literally barely see where they were when they panned out to show them walking through the amusement part and this makes no sense to me. You have this huge elaborate set that I would really like to see but it is so dark the only things I can make out is a ferris wheel and maybe a bumper car? I could not see shit, it was so annoying and so many new shows do this where the scenes at night are just so dark you cannot see anything. And I get that sometimes it’s intentional, you’re not supposed to see what’s going on, but this is not one of those scenes so why am I having such a hard time finding our main characters?

I really need to reread the books again and when I do I will add more to this probably or just remake the post. But so far I think the show is really mediocre and pretty disappointing, and I think it’s important to point this stuff out and not just heap piles of praise onto the show just because it’s written by the og writer of the book. We’re definitely going to get more seasons and I would like those seasons to be better than this one and actually let the actors shine and for the show to reflect what was so amazing about the books. Also, I just want to say that there are moments/stuff that I like about the show and as critical as I am of it it’s because I like the series, not because I’m just trying to be a hater. But seriously, I used to hate the movies with every fiber of my being but because of the show I have a new found appreciation for them, which I think that in and of itself says a lot about how the show has been so far.

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gameshow-host-wally · 4 months

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What yah favorite music Wally? (Or home idc)

Also I’m in Florida rn so that makes me ask

Did you ever travel anywhere?

And what did you catch home doing from time to time

I’m only doing this to feed my own never ending hunger for entertainment and attention 😀

Hope you get it because it soo preppy over where I am😍😍😍😍😋🤭💅🏽

Imagine

"Well that is the role of the viewers usually in television, taking in any entertainment they can find out of desperation to fill in the void and loneliness"

"Have I travelled though? Hmmm, I think I have actually, sometimes I found photos in my pockets of myself in different environment. I wonder who's taken those photos"

#welcome home #gameshow host wally #game show host wally #wally darling #welcome home au #welcome home wally #wally welcome home #welcome home fandom #wally darling welcome home #welcome home wally darling

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twinstarlovers · 1 year

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Hey Mamo 🥹🐥💖 I hope you are well! How was edc?!?! 🤩😲. Oooooooo lucky 🍀✨. I kept seeing tik toks pop up about it & I was like 🙂💔. There was one where I thought I saw you in the back & my heart dropped 💀 LMFAOOOOOOOO. No but I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently. I think I’m mourning not going to edc lol. I woke up yesterday from a dream & it was like me trying to get to edc but shit kept getting in the way & I was so frustrated I couldn’t finally get there lol. Idk but instead of edc I went to Florida, it was very nice. I shall now insert pics:

Anyways yah

I keep thinking about being w you. I’m outgrowing this relationship & this life I’m living rn lol. I feel like I’ve been defensive about us lately to other people like my friend cus sometimes she thinks I’m being delusional but I’m just stubborn lol. I’m stubborn on the idea that we will be together & im meant to be w you. But yeah as I said I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately like I’ve been getting sad & been getting reminded of you in many ways & shit. You know the same old shit lol. I can’t believe it’s been years. Bruh typing that just brought tears to my eyes I wanna cry rn lol. I can’t wait for what’s next but then this ending is going to be very painful. I feel my body outgrowing the environment like reacting to it like I feel itchy & uncomfortable & feel suffocated & as I said I just want more like I’m ready to move on like I can sense it that this chapter will be closing soon & especially because June is next week bruh. My sister is getting married June 1st & you know in a way you & I have always been aligned w her & her man’s relationship on some weird universe shit. So idk. The universe really flew me out to Florida instead of Vegas smh. AT THE SAME TIME TOO. On the plane I was playing rave music pretending I was going to edc 😭 I’m ngl. I was very sad but also I was happy that I was at least going some where. Anyways yes. I miss you. I hope you had a fun time Lamo 🥹💖. Was you head banging?? 👀👾 awww ☺️

The view this morning tho 🌅🤍:

Anywaysss bye bye mamo lamo 🥹🧸❤️ miss you FOREVER. I love you 🪐

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borderline-gays-club · 1 year

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U kno, if I live long enough I wud love to start a BPD support group esp for ppl who can’t afford therapy. Cus damn the lack of help/resources esp by ppl with BPD is insane. I really feel like I’ve had to fight so fuckin hard for myself to be where I’m at now. It’s so easy to give up honest to god. Everyday I’m like wow. Im still alive and actually want to b alive. That’s crazy!!

But yah I’d love to do this one day when I’m more stable financially, emotionally, etc. I just simply do not have the brain cells rn to even think abt it lol

#actually bpd #bpd #bgc #bpd thoughts #quiet borderline #living with bpd #actually borderline #bpd shit #quiet bpd

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futuregws · 2 years

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You and your anons got me invested on this Grace shit, I’m shooketh cuz… it does seem like this girl is, essentially , simping for a man super publicly which would be fine if they weren’t in the public eye (well, boundaries could still be cross but yah know what I mean) and her fans are eating it up. Maybe it’s cuz this season took forever to come out or maybe I wasn’t as involved back than, but this fandom like… shifted? everyone is going fucking crazy rn when it’s… just a fucking show and this Grace Joseph thing is a great example. - ✨

I know right, it's a little weird imo I hate when celebrities do that shit and the fact that the fandom helps is worse, and also her and fans involving Joe out of nowhere just irks me, like idk what they are trying to do but if they are genuinely wanting to ship them together I'm weirded out for various reasons, he's not on social media for a reason so the fact that others "drag him" here in a way where he inevitably gets involved in "drama" its upsetting I honestly feel bad for him, and I joined the fandom recently so I wasn't here that long before drama started but I did notice a huge change that I simply do not understand

#Stranger things #joseph quinn

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fixhbones · 3 months

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RITSU MELTS RITSU MELTS RITSU MELTS and also you beat the shit out of reigen PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PLEASE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM PLE

nobody but you n two other IRLs (you know who) know about this fic sonow the tumblr ppl get to know !

i’m writing this fic where i put ritsu through the psychological olympics because (reason i won’t share, you learn what it is so it’s a suprise)

rn it’s stand in title is “would you beleive me if i told you this was a ritshou fic” lmao

>>His face melts into the fabric of his duvet and the pillow beneath his head. It seeps between the threads and drips unto the floor, pooling within the carpet and staining it a deep and murky color not quite plausible to exist. Though, it’s already been established that Ritsu is far beyond what may and may-not be allowed to exist.

this is the third paragraph of the fic 👍 i’m hoping to get out at least one long ch of this before may :3 (this fic is ritshou btw)

as for the i beat the shit out of reigen one i have like veryyy little written of that one n it’s old but basically it’s a comedy fic where god is just conspiring against this guy like he gets struck by lightning n trips n eats shit several times in various ways and yah it’s just a funny stupid thing because reigen is like a cartoon character to me

(its vibes are in the same vein as If I’m Butter by makesomelove which is such a funny fucking fic)

ASK GAME

#blub #fixh writes #fishies #cowardlybean #ty for asking about my silly little fics #i have a lot more of ritsu melts than you’ve seen so i’m cooking !! be patient w me lol

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ceritabertumbuh · 4 months

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2023 is over (—past)

Disclaimer: Tulisan ini (harusnya) selesai di 31 Desember 2023 atau 1 Januari 2024, tetapi sekarang sudah 7 Januari 2024. Just an annual reflection. As usual. An honest one, without “beautification”.

Satu-satunya tulisan yang masih saya upayakan tulis secara rutin setiap tahun, meski sudah lupa caranya. Kebanyakan menyusun surat-surat formal ya sepertinya. Jadi tidak kreatif dalam menemukan kata-kata untuk bercerita. Padahal, dulu saya sering sekali berbicara, “tulisan apapun yang berasal dari hati akan sampai ke hati lainnya (yang membaca), bagaimanapun bahasanya”. Namun, mungkin perlu saya revisi, hukum tersebut berlaku secara kondisional, yaitu kalau penulisnya dapat menemukan kata-kata yang tepat untuk menggambarkan apa yang ingin ia ceritakan. Jika tidak ya sama saja haha.

2023 was a turbulence. Lol. To summarize it all, too many failures. Or may be, “finally” failures. Big shots. A lot of unexpected things happened.

Hal-hal yang besar yang pada akhirnya membuat saya kembali sadar bahwa ada tujuan-tujuan yang harus saya capai. Sayangnya ya kenapa harus mengalami serial kegagalan dan baru tersadar. Sadar bahwa selama ini jalan di tempat, sadar bahwa terlalu banyak berjalan, lambat, sadar tidak bergegas, sadar mengalami kemunduran yang begitu besar.

But in terms of career, friendship, love, and family, one thing that I’m grateful is my realization towards family. I went home a lot this year. Paling lama mungkin 3 bulan saya gak pulang. Sisanya rutin, hampir setiap bulan atau dua bulan sekali. This may sounds meaningless for others, pulang hanya untuk tidur, itu pun tanpa cuti yang entah kenapa ga pernah bisa saya ambil. Jadilah saya pulang Sabtu pagi dan berangkat lagi Senin dini hari, masih dengan tiga moda transportasi yang harus digunakan haha. People may say that I haven’t “build” my own family and I’m flexible enough to work more or to stand by, even during holiday. Turns out, no. Sejak bekerja di sini, I turned into orang yang “kalo sempet ya pulang”. Terlebih, belum berkeluarga sendiri bukan berarti gak punya keluarga. Debunk it. Pulang selagi bisa, pulang selagi ada. Pulang ke rumah. Pulang kampung, ke rumah orang tua. A place where I can sleep, safe and sound, tanpa harus susah tidur dan terjaga sampai pagi menjelang ataupun bermimpi kerja dan ini itu di dalamnya. Iykyk. Meski saya tahu ini sedikit double standard, mengingat di kerjaan sebelum ini, saya justru jadi orang yang akan sangat “willing” untuk standby di hari libur, even lebaran dan hari besar lainnya. Ya karena saya senang aja dan merasa itu gak mengganggu waktu saya sama keluarga juga sih. Ah, another realization.

There are a lot of things that goes on my mind rn. What to write, what to reflect. The thing is, despite all the failures, stagnancy etc, I realized that I’ve been through a lot (again) this year. And I am very grateful that I’m still alive and goes on. I am still questioning a lot of thing. And, I have not found the answer yet. But, what troubles me is, that I often forget about the question itself (with the hustle and bustle of boring workload). I don’t know, but I haven’t find the joy and sparks in my daily life during 2023. It doesn’t happen often to me. Usually, I am that person who easily consoled by a little thing, a detail, but not again. So, it’s quiet hard to pass day by day. But, I’ve tried my best, meski jadi kebanyakan tidur dan tidak bisa ketemu orang kalau mentok. Hehe.

That may summarized my whole year, some realizations and lessons that I’ve learned about myself.

So, what I’ve learned throughout the year?

Despite all the failures, I began to know more about myself. Makin kesini makin malas dan lebih suka tidur yah, ketimbang pergi keluar dan bertemu orang-orang. It drains me. Bukannya introvert, justru kalau ketemu orang, saya merasa punya kewajiban untuk being “present”. That’s why mungkin energi yang keluar jadi lebih banyak. Jadi, kalau disuruh milih pergi atau di rumah, saya lebih milih di rumah. Tapi kalau sudah pergi dan ketemu orang ya gimanapun tetep “present”, gak bisa diam saja, pulangnya baru terasa dan hibernasi haha.

Then, how do I cope with the failures? Tidur and holing up in my room. This is a thing I want to change (probably). Sepertinya lebih baik cari kegiatan ya, daripada makin suram. Saya masih menganut kepercayaan bahwa segala emosi harus dinikmati, termasuk kesedihan. Tapi kalo di kamar terus dan gak ketemu orang ya emang jadi terlalu menikmati kesedihan, alias berlarut-larut atau kosong aja otak.

Another thing, another lesson that I’ve learned, not along 2023, but in the beginning of 2024, I stumbled upon a saying of public figure. She said, life will be okay if we keep improving, without comparing to other people, but compare to “the old you”. Apakah sudah menjadi pribadi yang lebih baik dari hari kemarin? And it really bothers me. Because I’m not. And that’s okay. Ya mau bagaimana lagi. Sudah lewat juga tahun 2023-nya.

So here I am, of course still without resolution or certain determination towards something, since I don’t like an "explicit ambition". It pesters me, on my own. Capek banget lihat sekeliling yang begitu “semangat”, ya meski kebanyakan mereka juga tidak mau mengakui. Hehe. Tidak apa-apa, not necessarily a toxic positivity sih, but the ambition is there. I can see it.

And the problem for me is to find internal motivation tanpa harus berambisi yang segitunya, it’s no longer as easy as before. And of course, I don’t need external motivation. It annoys me a lot. Tapi semoga di tahun 2024, I can find my self again. To improve, to be happy, to put bigger effort. Ingin lebih zen, tetapi gerak terus.

Tulisan ini mungkin tidak terlalu penting, terlalu dangkal untuk sebagian besar manusia yang beberapa tahun lagi juga sudah menginjak kepala 3 haha. Mungkin sebagian besar sudah memikirkan hal-hal strategis di hidupnya, entah untuk terus melanjutkan karir, bisnis, atau berbenah bersama keluarga kecilnya. But, since I’ve learned that it’s not wise to compare, so here I am. Reflecting to what I’ve been through during the past year and hoping the better version of me this year.

To all of my friends and acquaintances, happy new year, be happy on your own version. Be original, but better!

Cheers,

Jakarta, 7 Januari 2024

P.S: Abaikan ketidakteraturan tata bahasa. Tulisan ini cuma curhatan tahunan, tidak perlu serius-serius. I don’t want to think more.

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