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Thinking abt Yohan and Isaac growing up thick as thieves. You know how siblings who are very close develop their own coded language at some point ? Not its own language per se but like a repetition of inside jokes/moments lived together that layer up and end up being referenced in certain situations, and the context understood only by them. I feel like they would have that.
Also Yohan standing silently in Isaac's doorway/calling "hyung. Hyung. Hyung ? Hyung" until Isaac asks "what." Then Yohan just says Hi and bolts
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“You have a long life ahead of you. There are thousands of beauties in the Three Realms. Is there no one else to your liking?”
“No. Never. Not in this life or other lives. Only her.”
Love Between Fairy and Devil 苍兰诀 | episode 35
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Anyone have insight on this series? bc yall know why I was drawn to it lmaoooo
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Sitting here, once again gutted by the Kenobi show, and all I can think over and over is: He loves him. Obi-Wan loves Anakin and he never ever stops. "I loved you," he said, but the past-tense never actually happens. A decade later, even as he fights him (again), even as he wounds him (again), even as he stands above him, listening to him fight for every breath, he loves him, he loves him, he loves him. It radiates off Obi-Wan, in his tears, in his voice.
When he looks Leia in the eyes, and tells her the little kernel of truth he can, he speaks of Anakin and his voice shakes. And his heart aches. Because he loves Anakin so much, and he loves Leia, and he loves Luke, and he loves the little fragments of Anakin he sees in them, and he loves them, for their own sake, but there's no denying it's that Skywalker blood that connects with his in ways only the Force truly understands.
That love is tempered, folded in burnished steel, over and over and over again, till it is a blade, used with care, used with precision. Used till the arm that wields it is old, and tired, and pragmatic. Used until a sword is needed no more. (And in the end, that sword will break the chains. Though in the end, another hand will strike the final blow.)
It's a simple fact, and the galaxy turns on it. Obi-Wan Kenobi will never stop loving Anakin Skywalker. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him.
The tragedy is that Anakin loved him back.
The triumph is that Anakin will love him again.
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'you wouldn't pirate a-' i would steal anything from any company. anything in the world. i dont even want it i just hate you
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Zero context WIP game ! Thank you @clawbehavior for the tag, excited to do this because I've got like 10 different wips and kept resisting the temptation to post snippets. These fics don't have definitive titles yet so the ones here are approximative descriptions
1. Ms Ji & the Kangs
“Yohan-ah, I love you, don’t cry” Isaac says, patting his baby brother’s stomach when he fusses. They’re both laying on Isaac’s bed after lunch, a bit drowsy in the early hours of the afternoon. Young-Ok watches the two as she folds laundry.
“Nanny, why does Yohan have no eyebrows ?” Isaac asks curiously.
She chuckles at the question, taking a tiny pair of socks out of the basket and folding them together. “Most babies are born without much hair, he’ll grow them later on.”
2. Conversations
Gaon swipes ‘accept call’ and props his phone against a utensil holder as Elijah’s lovely face comes into view. She has cut her hair into a bob, even bangs forming a curtain on her forehead.
“Gaon, it's an emergency ! You need to come to Geneva and do something !” Elijah’s voice immediately comes through the phone speaker, loud enough to be heard over the sound of meat sizzling on the stove. “Yohan is serious about growing that ugly mustache and the clinic receptionist keep trying to hit on him !”
3. Yohan through Isaac's photography
October 1991, Yohan showing me his teeth
Gaon chuckles at the photo. It’s blurry like the objective had gone out of focus at the last minute. Yohan is giving the camera a smile and scrunching his nose, eyes closed under his fringe like he’s shielding them from the flash. Some milk teeth are missing from his gums, two permanent ones just peeking above the surface. He must have been no more than six or seven here.
4. Gaon scrolls online forums
"Judge Oh, I have this file I wanted discuss with you"
Jinjoo comes up behind him to see just as he is about to unlock his computer. What greets Gaon after entering his password is the previous night's research topic brightly displayed on the screen. Shit. Carelessly, he had simply shut the laptop before going to bed, instead of closing the tabs and erasing his search history.
Panic and embarrassment seize Gaon on the spot. He's about two hundred-percent certain that Jinjoo got a glimpse of what was written on the screen. Omegaverse fanfiction of him and their boss. Gaon wants to explode.
"You have…a lot of open tabs, Judge Kim."
5. Another snippet from Conversations
“You have something under your eye”
“Hmm ?” Yohan hums, closing said eye when Gaon’s thumb gently swipes across his skin.
“Eyelash.” Gaon flicks it away “crap I should’ve told you to make a wish”
They’re laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs, Gaon on top of Yohan like a weighted blanket, chest to chest, book long abandoned on the coffee table. Kkomi is on the armrest behind Yohan’s head, sniffing at his hair. Gaon yawns into Yohan’s collar.
“We should go to bed.” Yohan says, voice hoarse.
6. Sunah lives
It is routine until her ears catch familiar voices, ones she thought she would never hear again, along with the cries of a fussy child.
“Gaon-ah, give her to me”
Sunah turns around to see, to her surprise, peering over the café’s balcony, Kang Yohan, his niece, his former associate, passing over an agitated toddler.
“I told you we should have brought her stroller,” Kim Gaon’s reprimands are a refreshing thing to hear “She gets tired.”
“It would have been inconvenient though, with all the stairs and narrow streets.” Kang Elijah chimes in. She is on crutches now, standing just a few centimeters shy of her uncle’s height.
“That’s fine” Kang Yohan hauls up the little girl against his chest so that her head rests on his shoulder, pats her back. “Appa will be the stroller today."
Tagging @thedeviljudges if you feel like doing it !
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배드 앤 크레이지/BAD AND CRAZY Episode 4
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Do you ever think about how a single misguided study on wolves in captivity has resulted in both the most widespread toxic pseudoscientific theory in the manosphere and what is arguably the weirdest genre of graphic kinky gay fanfiction and depending on who you are and what you've seen you'll hear the word Alpha and either think of the platonic ideal of a cis het man or one feral mediocre middle aged actor's dick knot impregnating another's slick-drenched hole. Isn't the internet a wondrous place.
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zero context WIP game! thanks for the tags @killerandhealerqueen and @fourth-quartet 🥰🥰
i'm playing fast and easy with the rules of this one (which you can find here). instead, you'll find numbered snippets from a bunch of WIPs i am 75-90 per cent done but ambivalent about which to update first. gahan readers, what interests you most?
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1. even gods can't change the past
gaon stares listlessly at the stickers lining the base of the night lamp. despite repeated disinfectings, they haven't come off, dinosaurs, trucks, sparkly muffins. things he had put there to make their hospital stay livelier.
'i guess we're even now,' soohyun says, quiet and mostly to herself.
gaon thinks for a while. 'chief jo?' he guesses. soohyun had a girlish fascination with her mentor that in turn made the normally gruff man go tongue tied.
'what -- no. jishin,' she says as if this explains anything. when gaon looks over at his wife sitting on the bed beside him, she looks guilty, sad, and relieved. the guilt is most prominent.
'what --' says gaon, having to swallow because his mouth is suddenly dry. 'are you talking about?'
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2. unnamed modern strangers in a bar au
the stranger backs gaon up until he hits the brick wall behind them, none too gently. but the man pays no attention to this. he looks at gaon with desire both ferocious and unyielding.
'this husband of yours,' says the stranger angrily, sliding his hands into gaon's thick hair and keeping them there. 'you talk about him like he walks on water but he's only a man.'
'he's my world,' replies gaon breathlessly, eyes fixed on the man's mouth. then the stranger is kissing him.
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3. omega spin-off of enantiomers
gaon spins in yohan's arms so they're back to chest, before sensuously dragging himself down yohan's front until he's crouched at yohan's feet. yohan's hands tighten around his when gaon looks up at him from the floor, smilingly and with heat.
'that look is why i put a baby inside you the first time around,' yohan says, stroking gaon's hands. there's a hint of warning to his tone. and desperation. he can't be held responsible for what he does if gaon keeps this up.
gaon laughs delightedly.
of course, that's when the bedroom emits a wail that filters down the hallway and into the living room.
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4. everything everywhere all at once
soohyun's eyebrows go up in shock. 'you still love him,' she says accusingly. 'not just that -- you want to go back to him. your parents died because of kang yohan!' she yells this last part, stomping her feet in enraged helplessness.
'good people die without good reason,' gaon replies, feeling his cheeks redden.
she looks at gaon like he's grown another head. 'are you listening to yourself right now? you'll forgive kang yohan, and for what? he broke your heart. you were devastated for weeks!'
'i'm not selfless, soohyun-yah. not like you,' gaon replies, voice cracking. he searches for the words, pulling them from deep inside him. 'after appa died, i kept the restaurant open to prove that i could. helping people came after. but i can't do it anymore. i can't keep dragging on like everything is normal when seeing how fucked up everything is is destroying me.'
soohyun visibly swallows her words, letting gaon finish.
'i hurt,' gaon whispers, 'all the time. i'm so angry. it's like looking into an abyss but now it looks back at me. being with yohan makes me feel safe, like i'll survive this. like there's more to living than just pain.'
soohyun hunches over at the knees and hugs herself. 'why does it have to be kang yohan?' she says miserably.
'i don't know.' gaon approaches, choreographing his intent. he pulls her into a hug when she doesn't resist. 'it's fucked up. i'm fucked up but i miss him terribly.'
'what if he breaks your heart again?' she sniffles against gaon's chest, voice going flat with inevitability.
'he might,' gaon admits, squeezing her in final consolation. 'but i'll go my whole life regretting it if i don't try.'
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5. elevator troubles
‘bujangnim?’ gaon asks, knocking on the heavy wooden door for appearance’s sake before striding in. but yohan’s not there.
the sound of his harsh breathing fills the office. he makes his way over to where late afternoon sunlights spills through the floor to ceiling windows and stares at the traffic twenty stories below, tiny trucks and tinier people.
he's livid. if he could, he would shatter every single window of this ministry building with the frequency of his rage.
a hand slips over his eyes, cooling their heat and blocking his vision. a body follows behind.
‘shhh,’ rumbles yohan in gaon’s ear, moulding himself around gaon, silken wool and heat and support everywhere. his other hand lands on gaon's chest, over gaon's fast beating heart.
gaon’s only reaction is a hitch in his breathing. his muscles remain tightly coiled, his hands clenched in fists at his sides.
'he told me that my parents would be proud of me for doing the right thing,' gaon says with long pauses between into the red blackness. 'when he -- when he was the one who helped doh young choon --' he breaks off with a stifled sound, enraged.
yohan's joyless chuckle rumbles through gaon's body. 'min jung ho is a viper.' his inflection doesn't change when gaon grabs his wrist. 'down to his venomous words.'
'what gives him the right,' gasps gaon, eyes turning wet with frustrated tears under yohan's palm. he presses back into yohan's body.
'none,' says yohan simply. 'just as he has no right to dispense justice.'
'i want to hurt him, so, so badly,' gaon confesses, pulling yohan's hand away.
‘we will,’ says yohan.
future promises aren't enough. gaon whirls around. 'now, yohan.' he pushes the unresisting older man backwards until yohan's thighs hit the heavy oak table. 'i want to destroy him now.'
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6. my heart goes back to you, i just don't know
trigger warning, beware.
jung sunah pulls gaon’s face up with a fistful of silky, dark hair. gaon’s pupils are blown wide. yohan catches a peek of red tongue as gaon swallows, sweat beading along the younger man’s temple. yohan knows this expression from when he looked into the mirror all those weeks ago after jung sunah had ambushed him.
she drugged gaon.
yohan watches with a foreboding feeling as jung sunah simply stares at gaon. the hunger on her face is…not good. she cocks her head, hand traveling to gaon’s panting mouth. yohan watches her fit two perfectly manicured fingers, nails painted rouge into the seam of gaon’s mouth; feels somehow worse when gaon doesn’t resist.
‘he’s nothing! a means to an end,‘ barks yohan. he sounds affected because he is. he knows what’s happening here, what jung sunah is making him a bystander to.
she ignores this. ‘you know, i never liked giving blowjobs,’ she says conversationally. ‘they’re demeaning. the power differential is obvious. men enjoy it.’ she tilts gaon’s face up using the fingers in his mouth.
gaon pants heavily, eyelashes turning wet as he blinks slow and hard. ‘seeing kim pansanim on his knees makes me understand the appeal of it.’
‘is that why you brought him here?’ yohan asks, thinking quickly. ‘to get to me?’
‘you put your hand on his shoulder on live television,’ she replies in a faraway voice, but yohan can read her now.
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tagging @technitango @tenderlywicked @rocknghorss @thedeviljudges @briwates @mid-n0vember @eyesof-kkomi feel free to pass ofc and if you are a writer who enjoys being tagged, lmk so i can include you in the future
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between one friend who constantly won't shut up about losing weight, and then today helping a work friend pick out clothes for our upcoming work trip and watching her select size 2 for all clothes and not having to buy two sizes bc she can trust it'll fit her when she gets them, i might as well kms.
#x#beginning to understand that one prof i had who said dying young thin vs living old fat bc lmao same ig#also the client team is all men#it's my first time meeting them in person#and ive only had vague interactions over email#and men do not react well to fat women so
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It’s all about pathetic oversharing and 2 pity likes from your mutuals on here
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based on one of my fav harringrove fics, a baby shows up on yohan's doorstep with big brown eyes and wispy hair. concerned, he takes the child in and does his own digging for the parents. but with no luck, the baby stays under yohan's care. elijah thinks he's so adorable, and gaon isn't not himself, per se, but yohan does notice a quieter difference in him.
yohan takes to the baby so easily. after all, he helped raised elijah. giving them a bottle and changing diapers is second nature at this point. but it sticks in his head that gaon's hesitantly, so very unlike him. he interacts with the child, cautiously. and maybe it's a product of gaon never having grown up around children - an only child, after all.
but yohan also knows there's something else. something gaon isn't telling him. he doesn't prod like he normally would. instead, gives gaon the space he needs to adapt. yohan's not quite sure if the baby should stay under his care. it's quite the predicament, and even further suspicious when he starts noticing the baby's characteristics and personality, very much like baby elijah, even more so like isaac. but definitely that of gaon and himself.
the baby has an identical mole on his neck as yohan. the color of his eyes are the same rich, dark brown shade that regards yohan with curiosity, caution and love. yohan has his suspicions, as absurd as they are. until gaon confesses in the midst of a baby's wail, unable to calm him down and overwhelmed with the prospect of this new life.
on an accidental whim, gaon might've wished for a family. unbeknownst to him that yohan promised himself he'd keep gaon forever. and instead of the universe granting the normalcy that is their family, it extended it by one - a blend of yohan and gaon in a tiny human who showed up on yohan's doorstep just as perfect as the day gaon did, too.
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HYUNJIN AS EMOJI for ELLE KOREA
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Shōgun (2024) | Chapter 5: Broken to the Fist
+ Aesthetic 9/∞
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okay so update on the outfits bc i found a few cheaper options!! i think this is what im gonna go for. i went ahead and ordered everything in two sizes so i can try them on and then return what doesn't fit. fingers crossed!!!
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