#ordinary people who learn that they can still do extraordinary things

[daisynik7]

I could even learn how to love like you

There’s a certain type of peace you find in the mundanity of the typical morning commute. The soothing whirring of the railway, the chill of metal against your fingers wrapped around the handholds, even the odd comfort of being surrounded by strangers who are equally as half asleep as you are, willing to shuffle the slightest bit to make room for new passengers. Sure, it’s a nuisance for the most part, but it’s your tiny pocket of harmony before the usually stressful workday. A routine you’ve grown accustomed to, something you can rely on to stay the same in this ever-changing society. 

Change is never a bad thing, though. And sometimes, it takes a stranger on the train to show you that.

He immediately captures your attention the first time you see him. Tan business suit, straight posture, hair neatly parted, stoic expression etched on his face. The typical salary man heading to his office job in the city. While his stature is most-impressive, it’s his tie that piques your interest, a spotted pattern akin to leopard print. A splash of pizzazz on an otherwise ordinary outfit. 

He maneuvers his way to you, wrapping his fist around the same pole you’re holding, his grip a safe distance above yours. He glances at you through his spectacles, giving you a short nod to acknowledge you. You return this with a small smile, and when you notice he doesn’t have any headphones in, you say, “I like your tie.” You normally wouldn’t speak to anyone here, most people too immersed in their preferred choice of media, like music or the news. Something tells you that straying from your usual habits might be good for you today.

The second of silence where he’s processing what you said scares you; maybe you’ve become a bother for him in this already troublesome commute. Then, he clears his throat, his gaze flickering at you for the briefest moment before it focuses on the floor. “Thank you.”

The conversation ends there. In fact, that’s your entire interaction throughout the remainder of the journey. Your station arrives before his and you leave without another word. It’s neither awkward nor extraordinary. Still, the moment doesn’t stop replaying in your memory the rest of the day. You wonder if you’ll get a chance to see him on the way home, knowing the chances are slim. Schedules vary, there are many different sections of the train. The stars would have to align just right for you to be reunited with this stranger. Despite the improbability of it all, you allow yourself to be hopeful. The little taste of excitement this morning has you craving more. 

~~~

Two days pass until Nanami meets you again. Maybe he does it subconsciously, maybe it’s intentional, but he finds himself gravitating towards you. When he places his hand above yours on the pole, in similar fashion to the last time, he gives his usual nod, unsure if you recognize him.

You beam at him. “Good morning!”

He doesn’t say anything else; he’d only be pestering you with trivial conversation. Though he can’t help watching from his peripheral as you scroll through pictures of delicious food on your phone. He notices you screenshot the ones that include recipes in the description, causing him to grin to himself at how he does the same. The urge to comment is in the back of his throat, the tip of his tongue. Getting it out proves to be difficult, and he knows why. Nanami made a vow to himself ever since he returned to being a Jujutsu Sorcerer: don’t fall in love. He’s completely aware of how dangerous his job is, how his life is at risk every single mission he’s sent on. It’s what he signed up for, the life he’s currently committed to. There’s no room for attachment, for love. It's easier for him to avoid it altogether, even if it means swallowing down a simple hello on the train. It’s better this way. And quite frankly, he isn’t sure if he’s even capable of loving the way others do. His heart has become so callous throughout the years that there’s no chance at it ever softening, he’s sure of it. Perhaps the flutter in his chest at the smile you flash him is a coincidence, nothing more. 

This theory is soon debunked. 

Nanami is especially tired after today’s mission. Heading home, he manages to secure a row of empty seats and plops himself down, resting his head back, sighing. He closes his eyes, listening to the usual hustle and bustle of rush hour, resisting every temptation to fall asleep. Missing his stop would put a damper on his already foul mood. 

Eventually, the automated voice announces your stop. For whatever reason, he made it a point to remember it when you hopped off this morning, just two away from his. When he feels someone sit beside him, he peeks with one eye open, curious. 

“Hi.” You smile softly at him, eyes crinkling with genuine kindness. “It’s you.”

While Nanami is guarded and closed off from people outside his intimate circle, he’s never rude. He has no other choice but to respond to you, ignoring the obvious thump in his chest at your endearing greeting. “Hello.” He tries his best to convince himself that this unfamiliar flutter surrounding him is some sort of medical condition that needs proper diagnosis and not affection towards a beautiful stranger on the train. Stiffening in his seat, he pretends not to be intrigued by the food magazine you start flipping through, secretly studying the way you fold the corners of all the recipes you want to save for later. 

Halfway into the ride, he actually does fall asleep, only rousing awake when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. Blinking the bleariness from his eyes, he catches you staring at him guiltily. “Sorry,” you apologize. “I think your stop is coming next and I didn’t want you to miss it.”

He sits up straight, readjusting his tie, clearing his throat before he replies, “Thank you.” Sure enough, the automated voice from the speaker announces that they’ll be approaching his stop next. Slightly disoriented from his nap, he stands up, grasping the nearest handhold tight. His mind is racing, body itching to say something more, say anything more. Before he can, the train comes to a halt. The doors open and without another glance, he’s gone. 

Nanami spends the entire fifteen minutes of his walk home attempting to quell the stir of emotions inside him, from guilt to giddiness, all over the simple fact that you’ve memorized his stop. That you’re paying attention to him just as he is with you. 

~~~

This time, he’s the first to greet you, offering a polite nod before he grabs onto the same pole that you’re occupying. “Good morning.”

You’ve been boarding this particular section ever since you started seeing him, hoping he’d do the same. “Hello, stranger,” you respond with a grin, unable to contain your happiness.

He holds his other hand out to you. “Nanami. Nanami Kento.”

You state your name in similar fashion, shaking his hand. His skin is rough against yours, though his grip is gentle. You let go of him, dropping your arm to your side, fingers tingling. “I guess we’re not strangers anymore.”

“I guess not,” he says with a small smile. And it’s enough to send you into a tizzy. 

Conversation is easy with him. He mentions the magazine you were reading the other day, expressing his mutual interest in food. From there, the two of you talk about your favorite restaurants and eateries around the area, giving your best recommendations. Because of all the ambient noise, you lean in close to one another to hear each other properly. The gap between your hands on the pole is shorter by the time your stop approaches. You’re prepared to bid him a reluctant farewell, so it surprises you when he follows you off. “Is this your stop too?” you ask him, though you already know it isn’t. 

He shakes his head, fixing his tie idly. “My office is fifteen minutes from here. I want to get a quick walk in before I start work.”

“Are you sure this isn’t an excuse to spend more time with me?” you tease him, smirking.

He gazes into your eyes. “Maybe it’s that too.”

This is the start of a new and exciting routine for you, one that involves Nanami. You’ll spend the morning together, talking to each other in the middle of the crowded train. Then, he’ll walk you to your office building, where he leaves you with a cordial bow. You’re reunited during rush hour, sitting next to each other sharing either the newspaper he brings along with him or the new issue of a magazine you’re subscribed to. You’ll even rip out recipes for him to keep, which he tucks safely in his pocket. When he’s too tired from the workday, he’ll close his eyes, his head falling just shy of your shoulder. It all seems silly and insignificant, but to you, it’s special. 

Your relationship never goes beyond this. The two of you don’t talk about work, you never ask questions about the new injuries on his hands or the minor scrapes on his face. The idea of being anything other than acquaintances who commute together terrifies you, and you have a strong sense that it terrifies him as well. While it would be nice to be in love, you’re not confident if you can give that to him. 

It's only after Nanami stops coming when you realize that maybe you can love him. 

On Thursday, the morning after Halloween, the commute takes longer than usual due to a mysterious incident in Shibuya that the media hasn’t disclosed fully. You listen carefully to the gossip surrounding the train. According to the elder folks, it has something to do about “the hooligans” partying too hard on Halloween. The younger generation of passengers chalk it up to some conspiracy about magical entities attacking civilians to lure other magical entities. You’re not sure what to believe, and whatever is the truth doesn’t matter once you realize Nanami hasn’t boarded at his usual stop. The delays don’t help your anxiety as you spend the remainder of the ride wondering where he could be, why he hasn’t shown up, if he’s okay. 

You follow the same routine as best as you can, frequenting the same section as you usually do, holding onto the same pole, which is lonely now without his presence. On the way home, you place your bag in the seat beside you, saving it for him if there’s ever the slim chance he does show up. You continue to tear recipes from the magazines you would normally read with him, placing them inside a small envelope marked with his name, ready to present to him if you ever do see him again. To show him that you never stop thinking about him even in his absence. 

Nothing is ever revealed about what really happened in Shibuya. The general consensus is that whatever danger emerged on that Halloween night is no longer a threat and that the citizens of Tokyo are once again safe. And based on the timing of Nanami’s sudden disappearance, you believe that he’s part of the reason for that. It’s the only solace you find in this otherwise heartbreaking situation. Still, you hold out hope. For what? You’re not sure until two months later when Nanami returns to your life. 

~~~

It takes one month for Nanami to be discharged from the hospital. He was admitted two days following Halloween, after Ieiri performed all she could with her abilities to aid him with his injuries. But he’s alive, they all are. The Jujutsu sorcerers succeeded at defeating Kenjaku and all his minions, thwarting whatever horrible fate they had in store for Tokyo, potentially the entire world. They won. 

However, their triumph came with a cost. The Shibuya Incident left him permanently scarred on the left side and one eye lost forever. Rehabilitation has been grueling the past few weeks, struggling to come to terms with this battered body. He’s received unyielding support from his colleagues who he shares this trauma with. Despite this, there’s something missing, someone missing in his life. He thinks about you much more than he ought to, wondering if you’ve noticed his absence, if it’s affected you at all. Ever the pessimist, Nanami has convinced himself that you have forgotten about him, even after all the tiny, special moments you’ve shared together. It’s better this way, he knows that. After all, he doesn’t have the slightest clue what love is or how to love somebody. 

Still, he’d like to see you again, just to know that you’re doing alright. 

Another month passes before he musters the courage to be out in public again. Because of the winter season, he can hide as much of himself without rousing any suspicion. A large coat, mittens on his hands, a scarf around his neck, a mask to cover the burn scars. He dons his usual spectacles, hoping to conceal the eyepatch draped across his hollow socket. Ever since the incident, he’s felt like a monster, unable to reveal himself to strangers oblivious to the true events of that night. 

He finally boards the train, stepping foot in the usual section as he would going home, searching for a familiar face. There you are, as beautiful as ever, sitting in the same seat, your bag occupying the one beside you. You look up, your eyes meeting his, holding onto his gaze a split second longer than expected before you focus back on the magazine laid out on your lap.

It takes everything in him to deny the swell in his chest, the tiniest sliver of hope fluttering in his belly at the thought of you recognizing him. Before he loses his composure, he takes his place on the empty row across from you, enough distance to observe you inconspicuously. That’s all he intends to do, nothing more. 

As much as his world has been shaken, he’s comforted by you flipping through your magazine as usual, your life continuing normally as it should. However, he can’t help feeling a deep sadness, knowing he’s not a part of it anymore. 

Once again, you prove his assumptions wrong.

His eye widens, intrigued by you grinning at a particular page, carefully tearing it from the binding, something you used to do this for him not too long ago. He watches with bated breath as you retrieve from your bag a marked envelope already teeming with what he assumes are other recipes from previous issues. You add the new one with a delighted expression, making sure to close the flap for a temporary seal. And clear as day on the front of the envelope, even with his obscured vision, is his name written on the front. 

He sits up straight at this, his full attention on this seemingly insignificant discovery. This captures your attention, the inkling you had earlier validated. It’s him. The stature, the posture, those distinct steampunk glasses. You didn’t want to be wrong, so you didn’t say anything, trying to stifle your quickening heartbeat. But you’ve been waiting two months for this reunion, yearned for it more than anything. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you stand up, traversing towards him until you’re an arms-length away, gripping a pole tightly to steady yourself. “Nanami?”

Panic sinks in as he decides to reveal himself to you, anticipating the shock and terror in your face when you see what he looks like now. He removes the mask slowly, avoiding eye contact. “Yes, it’s me.”

Your reaction surprises him. With that same warm smile he’s missed so much, you sit down beside him, unfazed by the scars. “I’m so happy to see you.”

Love is standing close on a crowded train to keep each other company. Love is getting off at the wrong stop to spend more time together. Love is magazine clippings in an envelope with his name on it. Love is seeing all the broken pieces of him and still finding him completely beautiful. 

Nanami is certain now that he could learn how to love like you. 

Author's Note: This is the final installment of the past lives vignettes series. It’s a bit cheesy, but I really wanted to explore the aspect of “missed connections” and I thought strangers on the train would be perfect to do that. Title inspired by the song “Love Like You” by Rebecca Sugar. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are never expected, always appreciated. Thanks for reading. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento fluff #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff

[aajjks]

Dark Knight feeling, Die or Kill (m)

A collaboration based on fictional iconic superhero characters, with the bts members; with a twist of obsession and desire, you won’t be able to escape, no matter how much you try, who’s going to save you from them? hint: no one.

written by: @justanotherstarlightmonger

member: seokjin

character: silver surfer

synopsis: Kim Seokjin, the silver surfer, finds his heart of titanium swaying for the first time in millennia, for Reed Richard's prodigy apprentice, who unfortunately calls the planet his master wants to devour, home. Caught between a life long oath to an intergalactic planet devouring fog and the all encompassing obsession the surfer developed with OC, Seokjin will fight tooth and nail to have it all.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bighitfics

member: yoongi/suga

character: captain america

synopsis. “You’ve been asleep captain yoongi, for almost 22 years” yet I wasn’t surprised by the revelation not one bit just disappointed and perhaps a tad bit disheartened.

The only thing that came into my mind at the moment was her.

My Y/n.

The one thing in my life that kept me going.

The one stability that I had.

The girl who believed in me when the world stranded me.

The girl I’d fight hell just to hold in my arms.

I close my eyes and all I could hear was her sweet voice sobbing and begging me to return back.

Then the crash happened and the rest is history.

The defeat and acceptance of never seeing her again for the sake of others still fresh in my memory.

Where’s she now? Still living in illsan? Does she know that I’m here….that I’ve been found? Would she be waiting like she promised?

“You’re gonna be okay?” the guy asked while I looked around the city that had so sense of familiarity still trying to find some sort of relevance to ease my mind but it was utterly useless because everything was foreign as though I’ve been transported to a different planet.

“Yeah I just…I had a date.” I answer him.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bahbah-bee

member: hoseok/jhope

character: Batman/Bruce Wayne.

synopsis. Billionaires don’t develop attachments. Superheroes don’t make deals with villains. This was something ingrained in Mr. Hoseok through experience. Gotham didn’t need to know the truth about Batman, and in return all the dealings of the underworld were taken care of. It didn’t matter if people got hurt, as long as justice was served. At least, that was until he met you.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @ratherbefangirling

member: namjoon/RM.

character: black widow

synopsis. Namjoon was stolen from his birth parents by the agency. Since then he's learned many different things, lived many different lives, felt many different things. Black Monster. The best of the best. That's what everyone knows him as. Is it too much to ask that someone knows his name. Is it too much for the extraordinary to ask for the ordinary. It might be, but black monster always gets his way no matter what.

release date: [TBD]

written by: @pynkgothicka

member: jimin

character: scarlet witch

synopsis. Jimin has kept up your fantasy-esque life up for all you can remember. So why is that idyllic life showing cracks all of a sudden?

release date: [TBD]

written by: @bebejungkook

member: taehyung/V

character: Angel (x-men)

synopsis. To everyone in the city, Kim Taehyung is a mutant and the heir to the Kim fortune, helping keep the city safe and secure. But to you, he is your guardian Angel, saving you from harm and gifting you with wisdom. You go to him for guidance and comfort, how could he say no to his sweet and innocent little dove? His heart beats for you only and he would do anything to protect and keep you safe, after all he is your guardian angel.

release date: [TBD]

wrïtten by: @aajjks

mëmbër: jungkook

chàracter: Spïder-Mân

synöpsïs. He wöuldn’t lêt you cräwl äwäy from him, you bëlongêd to him.

fïc téäsër: xx

rëlëäsë dätë: [TBD]

#bts smut #yandere bts #yandere x reader #jin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #bts x reader #ot7 smut #ot7 x reader #ot7 fic #bangtan smut #yandere bangtan #yandere jimin #yandere taehyung #yandere jungkook #yandere namjoon #yandere jin #yandere yoongi #yandere hoseok #smut #yandere au #bts superhero collab #spider man #scarlet witch #silver surfer #batman

[nonbinarydeity]

You are not a separate being, you are not doing this alone

Alright you guys, welcome to my very first real post since being back aaa!! It's been sooo long and I'm so excited to share what I've learned with all of you!!

Who are you?

I think before I start, there is a very huge and important concept I have to start with. We are all aware of the saying in this community, "you are God, you are the Universe, you are All." I want all of you to know that that is not just a concept, it isn't just a belief, it is something you can experience directly! In fact, experiencing your GodSelf (I personally call this the Soul) would definitely make a huge impact to everyone's manifestation - and ultimately, spiritual - journeys!

So how do we experience our Soul? It's actually extremely simple, so simple that your mind may try to fight it. All you have to do is become aware of the silence around and within you, behind the noise of daily life and your thoughts. (By the way, when I say silence, that is only one aspect of it! It is formless, tasteless, invisible, etc. If you cannot focus on the silence behind the noise, try focusing on the empty space in your room instead!) You can do this in many, many ways, but the one i have found most helpful by far is meditation.

Meditation is not this difficult, complicated thing. It can be as easy as focusing on your breathing for a few minutes a day, which slowly builds up and helps you to breathe before dealing with difficult circumstances in your life, too!

When I meditate, my goal is to notice the stillness. I don't mean trying to quiet the mind and sit in one position for hours. I'm talking about ten minute sessions where you take a moment to decompress from the world around you, and notice how, despite how fast your mind is working, there is still quiet and peace to be found.

But how will this lead me to experiencing my Soul? The key to the extraordinary lies in the ordinary silence that lies behind everyday life. You see, this silence, this emptiness, is very much alive with love and intelligence beyond our human comprehension. Some people may call this God.

I promise you that I cannot explain stillness in a way that you will understand with all of your being because stillness is an experience, not a concept. Try sitting for even 5 minutes a day and notice the stillness around you. If your mind tries to interfere, you may find it useful to direct your attention to your body instead.

The body is the key to the soul

Have you ever had a gut feeling about something, especially one that turned out to be correct? This is just one of the many ways that your body is connected to your Soul. In fact, your gut just so happens to be connected to one of your many chakras (there are far more than just 7, but the 7 we all know are the main ones). Your chakras are the energy centers of your body, and they are connected directly to your Soul.

Your Soul (previously called the subconscious mind in my other posts) is a "higher" aspect of you, but it is still very much a part of you! It guides you through emotions, gut feelings, and synchronicities. When you feel love and joy, that is a sign from your Soul that you are going in the right direction!

Your Soul will never guide you wrong, because it is outside of this 3d reality and can see every possible path your life could go down. It is always guiding you towards your desires, but it is up to you to listen, because you have free will 🥰

Feeling your body is the first step to connecting with your soul. This is another aspect of meditation! When you are in that still space in meditation, it can be extremely helpful to focus on feeling your body, as that will give you something to focus on other than your thoughts. Some parts of the body that are easiest to notice are your hands, heart, and gut. You can also notice the body through your breathing or your heartbeat!

In conclusion

All of this to say, you are not alone on this manifesting journey. You do not have to do everything by yourself. Your Soul already knows what you want and is trying to give it to you, the last step is that you have to allow it to come through.

Meditation is a great way to connect with your Soul so you may feel calm and peaceful while waiting for everything to line up for you to get what you desire. Notice the good things about life, allow yourself to be joyful, and let the stillness that is always there come through and greet you in silence 💕

A short, daily meditation exercise

To close out, I'm going to leave you guys with a simple meditation that you can do daily to help you start building up your spiritual senses!

Take a few deep breaths, in for four seconds, hold for four, exhale for four, and rest for four. This is called box breathing! I highly suggest doing this before you respond when you are angry or stressed, just in everyday life!

Take a look around you and see the room that you are in. Look at a few objects, and see them without labelling them with the mind. Just look through your eyes and see the objects, it's easy!

Now that you have looked at the objects in the room, I want you to focus on the space inside of the room. There is empty space in this room, filled with air, yes? Feel into your body while you do this, see what sensations arise.

Conclude with another round of box breathing, and go on with your day!

This only needs to take a few minutes, and you can do it whenever you are stressed, angry, anxious, or even just bored. It is very useful and relaxing, and if you do it every day, you may start to have the experiences of your Soul that I have mentioned!

#law of assumption #master manifestor #manifestation #manifesting #manifest #loassumption #loa #living in the end #law of attraction #love energy

[curedigiqueen]

So you loved Kira Kira Precure a la Mode, and/or some of the other seasons of the past 10 or so years. So you go to watch the season that started it all, and its probably not what your expecting. And there's a good chance you don't like it. That's fair. The two could not be more different. Now, Kira Kira Precure A la Mode is not a bad magical girl anime. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It has charming characters and creative battles. But is it a good Precure show? It is Futari wa Precure's antithesis. At least as much of an antithesis as it can possibly be while still being a show targeted towards young girls. Kira Kira Precure A La Mode is a colorful show, with 6-8 larger than life characters as they battle against hatred. They fight in confection themed outfits while wearing heels and being unabashedly cutesy. It's main protagonist always saving the day with an energetic "Whip Step Jump" or a "Bright Idea". To be fair, many modern Precure series are more similar to Kira Kira. Girls who are role models. Girls who chase after their dreams with everything they have. Who even without being Precure live extraordinary lives. There is only one Whip, there are many like her. There is no Cure like Black.

Now excuse me while I get really emotional and overdramatic about Futari wa Precure.

Futari wa Precure is not modern Precure, Modern Precure wouldn't really start until Fresh. Splash Star took the first steps, and Precure continues to evolve, but the first seasons of Precure, particularly the first 3 are not the Modern Cure. Futari wa Precure is not a story about Extraordinary girls, doing extraordinary things. It's not loud, nor bright spectacle. A show is not wrong for being these things. But these things are not Futari wa. It is a story about ordinary girls, who live ordinary lives, who fight against eternal forces that seek to destroy the normal things they hold dear, with only each other to count on. There are two sides to Nagisa and Honoka's lives. Their day to day lives, filled with people they love. Takoyaki and Chocolate and Dogs and Lacrosse and a million other simple things. Slice of life filled with unapologetically ordinary vibes. The world they seek to protect. And the things they do to protect it. The lonely brutal battles. The interruptions to their day to day. The threats on those they love. The villains dismissal of their important feelings and things in a battle that feels bigger than them. There are only the two of them. And 2 fairies who, themselves, only have each other, desperate refugees stuck in a world that makes them so tired that they cannot navigate it on their own.

And when I say there's no Cure like Black, I'm not exaggerating. There aren't many sporty lead cures anymore. But even when there were. There was no one like black. Melody, Rouge and Bloom are closest. But even then. Cure Black is not an optimist. She is not confident. Nagisa does not want to be a Cure. She does not want things to change. She bullies her little brother, she argues with her fairy. She is irresponsible and struggles to do things she dislikes. She hates fighting. But she fights anyway. She is not hope. She is courage. Because if she's going to die, she will die fighting. Bitterly.

When I say there hardly any Cures like Black, I mean there are also no Cures like White. We have cures into Science, though even now not many. And when we do, they are mostly into biology. (Doctors, Nurses, Marine Biologists, Botany). The closest we have is Himari, and her way of connecting sweets to science. We do have two cures who want to be astronauts (Tsubomi and Hikaru), but even then their primary interests are Botany and Cryptids respectively. Not that these are bad goals. But they are not White's more nebulous interest in science, that extends beyond the life sciences. Beyond domesticity. She loves learning, pure and simple. Honoka is well off, but gets her hands dirty. She is a woman of science, but takes the supernatural in stride. She is kind, but does things her way. She is graceful and polite, but temperamental and bold. In this way, Rhythm and Egret perhaps resemble her though not each other. Egret shares her independent nature, and mild obliviousness. Rhythm shares her temper and hands-onness. Honoka is hope. But she is not the loud Hope, like so many pinks, burning towards a dream. Burning with the possibilities. She is the quiet hope. The stubborn hope. She is the hope born of sorrow and things that cannot be. The hope that hears "This is the way it is" and says "No".

Cure Black and Cure White are not merciful. They do not redeem their enemies. A general hurts Black's brother and laughs. She kills him in rage. He was desperate. But she was vengeful. The enemies they fight are not all encompassing evil. They are darkness, and a threat that needs to be eliminated. But for many they merely want to survive. But so do Black and White. Cure Black and White fight, pitting the survival of their world against the survival of their enemies. It's them or her, and she chooses her and she loses. Her brother is vengeful and angry, and its him or them. And he chooses them. They lose a friend to this pointless struggle. But they continue on. The battle continues on. Honoka cries and cries for him. Did it have to be this way? It doesn't matter because it is. And there is no one she can talk to aside from Nagisa, and Mipple.

There is no one shouting to cheer on the Precure, no miracle lights. Those wouldn't come until Yes 5! They are merely rumors. A half seen fight. A figure seemingly out of a dream. Are they even real? Their imitators on the playground are more real than they are. Bring more smiles than they do. The universe is more vast than any of them could comprehend. There are entire other worlds with people who laugh and cry.

And there is no setting quite like Futari wa's setting. The setting in Futari wa, which I don't believe is named in show, is based on the Tokyo area. Not a made up city. A real one. Sure their school is fictional, as are the stores they visit. But the amusement park they visit is directly inspired by a real one. Nagisa lives in an Apartment building I believe to be modeled off a real one. They travel busy trains. Honoka's grandmother lived through war and tells stories of bombings. This is the Tokyo of a world not quite unlike our own. And perhaps most notably, this world is melancholic. Not bright.

Nagisa does not have pink hair. She does not have blond hair. She has orange hair. Not bright orange. Orangish brown. Though not one common in Japan, a real color. Honoka has black hair. Some might say blue. Although with its darkness its otherwise indistinguishable. It might as well be black. Shiho has red hair. And later Hikari will have blond. Kirya's will be green, but like Honoka so green it might as well be black. These may not be real hair colors, exactly. But they're close. Their muted. In the same way this is Tokyo but not.

With all of this said, there is still one core tenant Kira Kira holds to. It is still a story about girls, different kinds of girls, protecting the things they love. In Kira Kira, it is sweets. In Futari wa... its sweets.

Sweets. Precure was always about sweets go home.

#precure #futari wa precure #pretty cure #futari wa pretty cure #Futari wa and Kira kira could not be more different #Both good magical girls imo #but very different otherwise #Futari wa may have started the precure franchise #But it also followed Ashita no Nadja and Ojamajo Doremi which were more down to earth and weren't afraid to cover heavier topics #futari wa doesn't really do that but some of the tone definitely followed over

[madara-fate]

Would Sakura having a kekkei genkai that was wasn't aware of initally and found out later completely ruin her character arc? Like an ability that would allow her to be more tanky on the frontlines without having to rely on the seal, kind of similar to what Kirishima has in MHA?

I know having her fight and do more in part 2 would have helped her as the main heroine a lot, but Naruto and Sasuke got so many abilities that it's hard for her with her current skills set to even keep up with them, and there's this thing called Japanese spirit where you must have the spirit to overcome the impossible, resolve that is unshakeable, and an innate gift that you are born with...which is where I think a lot of disconnect with us in the West is for Naruto's own development (saying this not as a native Japanese speaker, just something I saw online), so I think for Sakura, to better fill her role as the main heroine, would probably need to discover some innate talent, or if it's her Chakra control, then have that showcased better for her fighting ability (I know, I know. She has the seal and that should count, but it's also temporary so maybe there's other jutsu she can only do because of her control).

I also feel that the ordinary to extraordinary story could have been done well with Lee and Tenten if they had been used at all in Part 2, so that wouldn't have to be Sakura's role in the story if we're already discussing how Part 2 could have been improved.

Anyway, what are your thoughts on it?

Would Sakura having a kekkei genkai that was wasn't aware of initally and found out later completely ruin her character arc? Like an ability that would allow her to be more tanky on the frontlines without having to rely on the seal, kind of similar to what Kirishima has in MHA?

It wouldn't necessarily ruin her character arc as long as she still had to train very hard in order to master it. It's actually very funny that you should mention Sakura having such an ability in an alternate universe, because a little while ago I asked myself that if I could make each member of the Konoha 12 learn any existing technique, what would I make them learn? And for Sakura, I decided on Kakuzu's Earth Style: Earth Spear technique, precisely because it would make her a literal tank on the battlefield by greatly increasing her defense:

This combined with her chakra enhanced strength would make her a real force to be reckoned with, and she would therefore only have to resort to the accelerated healing of the Seal as a last resort, since it shortens her lifespan every time she uses that ability.

I know having her fight and do more in part 2 would have helped her as the main heroine a lot, but Naruto and Sasuke got so many abilities that it's hard for her with her current skills set to even keep up with them

I don't think Sakura keeping up with Naruto and Sasuke was ever necessary, just her having more fights in general would have sufficed. She was literally one of the strongest people in the village by the War arc, and yet she had so little opportunities to showcase what she was truly capable of.

So I think for Sakura, to better fill her role as the main heroine, would probably need to discover some innate talent, or if it's her Chakra control, then have that showcased better for her fighting ability

Yes her innate talent would be her chakra control, and similar to the last point I made, this should indeed have been showcased better in terms of her combat prowess.

I also feel that the ordinary to extraordinary story could have been done well with Lee and Tenten if they had been used at all in Part 2, so that wouldn't have to be Sakura's role in the story if we're already discussing how Part 2 could have been improved.

Yes, but Sakura is the one who best fits that description out of every member of her generation, not even just the Konoha 12, so changing that aspect of the story would open too many doors for speculation. Also, at least regarding Lee, the "ordinary to extraordinary" aspect of his story had already concluded by the end of his fight with Gaara, because he was already considered a splendid ninja by that point. With Sakura though, gaining that recognition took a while longer.

#Sakura Haruno

[dramaticviolincrescendo]

It never ceases to amaze me how phenomenally written Sora’s story is.

All this time, he’s been nothing but an ordinary person. He’s always been pure, kind, and compassionate, but there’s nothing exceptional about him from the very start. He’s not a Prince[ss] of Heart like Kairi or the inheritor of the Keyblade like Riku. Besides his heart hotel, he’s just some kid going about his life, looking for adventure with his friends.

He’s in the right place at the right time with someone he’s closely connected to, and his entire world changes.

Sora goes through so many stages throughout the games. In KH1, he’s cautious. It’s his first time away from home and he’s alone but for these new friends he’s made, so he stays on task and observant, though there are still moments of goofiness. (Pun intended.) It’s a big change from the little kid we met in BbS, who was in his element in that tiny world.

Through CoM, KH2, and DDD, he follows the advice of the people he meets: he follows his heart. He doesn’t plan ahead too much—or plan at all, much of the time—since he has his goal in mind and is going to ride the waves of what feels right in pursuit of that goal. It worked before, so why shouldn’t it now?

But Sora is an ordinary boy, and he’s up against an enemy so extraordinary that the guy even thought of using replicas and time travel to make sure he got what he wanted no matter the setbacks he might face. No one is prepared to face that, but Sora doesn’t realize it. Regardless of warnings, that confrontation didn’t scare him. (See what I did there.) Following his heart and winning time and time again did something that happens to every ordinary person at one point or another: it made him cocky.

Terra was cocky, manipulated by Xehanort’s compliments rather than taking his master’s criticism to heart. Riku was cocky, believing himself to be so strong—strong enough to protect what mattered—that nothing could stop him. They paid the price early on and have been clawing their way to recovery ever since.

Sora pays it later, and when he does, it shatters his confidence. The people around him underwent the trials that conquered their hubris already, so in the wake of being thoroughly tricked and manipulated like a puppet in DDD despite following the path that’s always worked for him, he’s surrounded by competent and extraordinary people who seem to have themselves put together when he doesn’t. People who were special from the start in one way or another. And so Sora spends KH3 trying to get back what he lost while being painfully aware of how inadequate he is (or feels that he is) next to everyone else.

Because he’s a normal guy, and he knows it now that he doesn’t feel so invincible. He learns what every normal person does as they leave adolescence and enter adulthood: bad things happen, things that can’t be avoided or fixed with good intentions or teamwork alone, and sometimes there’s nothing you can do about it but pick yourself up and learn for the next time.

He pushes himself too far. He pays the ultimate price.

But he learned. Pure, kind, and compassionate he remains—but he learned.

Twenty years of character development artfully woven to reach this point. Well played, Nomura.

#kingdom hearts #kh #sora #replaying the series and just eternally floored at his journey

[ssaalexblake]

If trek had Wanted to play it that way, they could have had Seven try and do a reclamation of the name Annika Hansen.

What we’ve been shown up until now, through all of stp to date, is that they Don’t want that.

Seven at first wanted to be called Seven because like, that’s her Name right? And the Voyager crew accepted this. It’s what she wishes to be called and she’s one of the crew. Seven whom doesn’t know how to be human doesn’t want to be called Annika because all she knows is Seven. She might as well have picked a random name out of a hat rather than Annika, she’d relate to the words the same. 

The seven we see in STP decades later in S1 is still going by Seven. There is a hint that, maybe, she’d tried to go by Annika because the evil ex girlfriend calls her this. All of our main characters call her Seven. We can’t know is whatshername was being cruel, or if Seven had genuinely tried out going by Annika, but I like to think that she asked her to call her Annika. 

Because she totally betrayed Seven and tore her child apart, piece by piece, to steal his borg implants. She did not see Icheb, she saw an xb to make a profit off of. It’s breathtakingly cruel what was done to both Seven and Icheb here, but if you consider that maybe Seven asked her to call her Annika because she wanted to be known by her human name at this point in the timeline, and that the woman she asked to do it then kidnapped her son who is just like her and dissected him alive just because he’s Borg. It adds a whole other layer of utter horror to it. 

Seven tried to be Annika but was reminded in the most brutal way possible that actually? She’s still Seven of Nine. 

Flashforward to S2 of STP, Seven is Still being looked down upon and treated cruelly because she’s an XB. And one morning she wakes up in a strange bed, in a strange room, and looks in the mirror and she’s... Not Borg. She’s confused, has no idea what’s going on, and some guy she’s never met walks in calling her Annika and she finds out she’s Married to this guy. She later learns that she’s President Annika Hansen of the confederation of planets, and that this woman is an oblique monster. Once again, she is Annika, and once again, she has no idea who Annika Is. 

But once they go back in time and she’s still Human, and she meets people who aren’t scared of her and aren’t cruel, she can be friendly and happy in groups of strangers. Nobody’s forcing her to be some stranger under the name Annika, but she’s Not Borg either. She’s thriving. She’s happy she’s ‘ordinary’. 

But everything happens that season, and I have no urge to do a full season rewrite but it culminates in Raffi pointing out to Seven that whether she’s borg or human or both, she’s extraordinary. Seven may not know or may dislike who she is, but damn, Raffi loves this woman. She openly wonders who Seven would be if she just sat still and stopped running from the borg parts of herself and just existed and moved forwards as that person. 

Raffi, in short, does the absolute opposite of the evil child murdering ex. She’s not reducing Seven to her implants, or pretending they don’t exist, she’s saying all of these things are her and asking her to embrace the woman standing there as much as she has. Cuz Raffi loves her, and she wants seven to love herself, too.  

And Seven, monumentally, says she’s okay with the implants. Okay with the borg. That there was a reclamation all on its own. It wasn’t seven not knowing being anything But borg, and it wasn’t Seven ignoring all the parts of her that are borg, it was her embracing that she’s two things at once that makes one person. 

This is the part in the story where Seven properly accepts her borg side. In theory, this would be when Seven becomes more than just a name she’s had for as long as she remembers and something she’s actually embraced. 

Except. She joins starfleet. Gets assigned to a captain who refuses to let her be who she wants to be. Him stifling her in the command structure is just a real time demonstration of him trying to crush her identity. She’s not allowed to do what she wants in the command structure (though, this at least, she did know she was signing up for), but she’s not even allowed to be referred to by her preferred name. He Insists she go by the name she has no recollection of using properly in her youth, the name she wore as an evil dictator. She doesn’t have a Choice on how to self determinate. 

If the first two seasons were a mission of self discovery and the finding of self worth as she is, then this is the challenge to her newfound convictions. Shaw is, to be frank, a massive jerk who is overstepping his bounds by 8 miles thinking he can choose which names his crew are allowed to have, but narratively I guess his appearance as Seven’s personal test of conviction makes sense. That it’s being shown through her now being Forced to be known as her human name as she’s finally properly accepted her borg side is just a bit of a kick in the teeth. 

Seven has no positive associations with this name. To her it’s hiding as a small child, crouched in terror under a table, as the borg approach her to take her. To her Annika is the person she never got to be. She’s the evil president of a totalitarian regime. She’s the woman who got Icheb killed. 

This story with Seven was never about her accepting Annika, it was Always about her learning to let her go.

It was always about her embracing Seven instead. 

Now she is being forced to toe a line and be somebody she’s not. Seven rebelling against Shaw is not just because he’s a massive jerk, it’s in self defence of who she IS. 

And i’m kind of curious as to how this one will end. 

#that picard one #picard spoilers #i Always have seven if nine feelings 😭 #and hey #maybe one day she'll want to unpack the annika baggage #but rn all that this story is saying is #'we're deadnaming this woman to show this man is a jackass' #and i am taking it as such

[pleb-the-original]

Day 24: Momo the Monster

(So, why the wait? Here's the thing. I could not find anything that realistically set Momo apart from other monsters. Sasquatch is such a trope now everywhere, but Momo has no traits that aren't just the same as other apes. The only thing of note is the pumpkin shaped head. So I had just no ideas for the longest time. Then why only now? I had a burst of motivation and I knew I had to write something, so I went with this prompt list, but once again I ran into the problem of Momo just being so samey. That's when it hit me, wouldn't Momo realize that too? That even among the extraordinary, he's so ordinary. Don't worry, its still happy by the end) You know, you think it wouldn’t hurt after a while. How long has it been? 50 years? 50 years of being alive, and I still ain’t nothing. Not for a lack of trying, believe me. I tried a long time ago. After I was solidified, met the Crypidmaster, all that stuff; I really did try. I was even good enough for a whole 20 person manhunt. But then, nothing. Everyone stopped caring after a while. Who cares about another ape in the woods? There’s dozens of them everywhere. You can’t throw a stick in the forest without hitting something big and hairy. The worst part? I wasn’t even lucky enough to get anything unique. Everyone eats pets, everyone’s eyes glow, my stink is just a knock off of the skunk ape, and what do I have? A “pumpkin shaped head”. That’s all that sets me apart. Just a stupid oversized head. I ain’t got no sightings, no fancy evidence, no nothing. Oh sure, back then there was buzz. Back when I mattered. They even named a theme park ride after me. Closed 2 decades later, but it happened. Back then, an ape in the woods was a shock. I was still something. I still stood out, different from anything else that existed in their minds. But, people started learning more. The world grew bigger, and I was left in the dust. Now there's apes on every continent! It’s a miracle I’m even remembered at all sometimes. Although miracles do happen. Someone came ‘round here sometime, probably just pitied me. But they showed me that humans at least still remembered me. I mean I knew they did, otherwise I would’ve been dissolved a long time ago, but they showed me that they cared. They made a documentary about me! I dunno what it really takes to get one made about you, but that didn’t matter. I was important enough to be discussed, even now! I don’t know how long it can keep up like this. I mean, what really is there to talk about with me? I’m just another Bigfoot. But maybe, the humans see something I don’t. Heh, that’s the one time I want to be proven wrong. Maybe I just wanna matter, who doesn’t? Maybe I want to be told I already do. Who knows what I want? All I know is, I’m sticking up here until I find out.

#writing #creative writing #prompt list #writeblr #cryptidinjuly #cryptidinjuly2023 #fantasy #cryptid #momo the monster

[morgana-ren]

What are your ocs ultimate fantasies? What do they really really want to do with their love? No holds barred, human is guaranteed survival, (or amnesia incase of pesky soft activities!)

I know they already have carte blanche to do what they want but deep deep down, what do they want to do??

I think you mean if they could have like.. any kind of love, what kind it would be? Or did you mean a more.. specific activity? This is the more overarching 'what he wants' but I'm happy to answer the other one too.

Ilya... doesn't know. He'd honestly never even considered it a possibility. He thought he'd be a harem-having bachelor forever.

When he was a boy, he wanted the life his mother told him about. A lazy, loving life with a woman he loved that far, far away from bloodshed and war.

When he was a teenager, he wanted his father's life. A big, powerful war leader with a wide variation of wives and concubines, beset on all sides by desire and victory.

When he was in Hell, he just wanted out. He wanted to return to the surface and... that seemed so unlikely that he never bothered to dwell on it long. It became taunting and painful to think about.

But now that he's free and has the world in his palm?

Ilya is terribly lonely. He always has been. He'd spent most of his childhood in complete isolation with nothing but cruelty and derision from his stepmothers and brothers. His father was a big, bad war leader and so affection really wasn't his strong suit. Once his mother (literally the only person he has ever been close too outside of one other man) died, he had nobody-- and he had to learn to live with that.

Soon, he started wearing it as armor. Never staying with one concubine long enough to develop feelings, never getting close to any of his men save one and spurning his father and brothers and any attempts they made at reconciliation.

Truthfully, what he wants most in the world is stability with someone. To be able to let down the bullshit for one minute and be the truest form of himself with someone. He, much like his newfound brothers, despises vulnerability, but what they want most in the world requires it. He's never put much thought into what he truly wants because to him, it's unattainable and ridiculous.

When it comes to love, he doesn't want to be 'Ilya the grand conqueror, killer of one thousand men, son of Berke, maimer of--' and so on like the grand facade he puts on because it was the only value he'd ever had his entire life. He wants to just be loved as Ilya the man-- er... devil. He wants someone to be fascinated with him in the way that you become fascinated with your first love. You aren't in love with the things surrounding them, but rather, in love with who they are as a person. Ilya is far from unremarkable, and that's part of the problem. He can't put that down for like ten fucking seconds. To see the worst parts of him and still accept and love him for it.

It's probably why he goes after people who have no interest in him outside of fleeting observation and part of why he's so obsessed with normal people. Unlike Reaver, he won't usually go for starlets or celebrities or people of grand renown on occasion. He likes extraordinary-ordinary people: Girls you meet at the library or the museum. At the park. At the coffee house. People he sees walking down the street that seem interesting to him or have interesting thoughts.

Sanding Ilya down into someone soft would be utterly impossible, but you can make him soft with you. Gaining his trust in that capacity is the hardest thing to do, but you can try.

Truthfully, what he wants is probably the same thing he wanted as a little boy, though now a bit more influenced by Nightmare. He wants a home with someone he can come home to. Someone who loves him and wants to take care of him. Someone who challenges him intellectually and daily and is as playful as he is. He wants someone(s) that he can spend the very long abyss of eternity with and for once, not feel alone-- or like he would be better off alone.

He can have all the gratuitous violence and bullshit outside the house walls, but inside of it, he wants to feel safe and loved and stimulated. (Quick note: As for Snakefang, she actually ended up getting what she wanted! She's actually married to Nightmare (in her universe, anyway, but she is aware of the existence of others) with two children! She's technically a housewife but by Bane does she drink a lot (she converted for Nightmare) and she never gave up her ship! He actually gave her a fleet to command. She's a pirate queen at heart, but also a mother and a wife--- and a wife. She is also married to another woman named 'Panic'-- look it gets complicated.)

#morgana and friends #my ocs #Ilya the bastard

[sociallyanxious-eros]

Personal Beliefs ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

This post is going to be more of a rant of my personal ideas and beliefs. I'm writing this more to myself, so I can write my ideas, read them and reflect on them.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Energy?⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

So, I view energy more in a scientific way. For example, we learn that matter has 3 main states, liquid, solid, and gas, but there's one that people tend to not talk a lot about: plasma. This one is energy, and the most popular one is fire and heat. So, I believe anything that moves (even in a microscopic view) anything alive, has plasma, has energy. But, as we learned in physics, energy doesn't just die, doesn't stop existing easily without a gigantic explosion just like stars when they die. 

“Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed" — Antoine Lavoisier

Reincarnation, baby!⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I do believe in past lives and reincarnation. As I said before, I believe we have energy, because of heat, heat is energy, is plasma. This energy we have, you can call it spirit, soul, ghost, anything. It doesn't make sense, scientifically speaking, that when we die our energy just stops existing, it doesn't even have a stardom explosion, nothing. So, my personal belief, is that when we die, that is just our energy leaving our body. I don't have any idea about the afterlife or anything, my theory is just that our soul left our body and, eventually, it reincarnates in another. When? How? The process? I have no answers.

Entities, deities, and these types of guys ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I find a hard time believing in an overpowered God/Goddess. I don't believe that something/someone created the whole universe, I think stuff simply just happened. My theory is that entities and deities are energies that "left their bodies". Not every single one is sentient, I believe the animal/human ones are the more sentient ones. I also don't know how it works the communication between our material lives and the soul beings, my personal experiences communicating with these entities has always been through perception and feelings, like seeing with your eyes closed.

I just can't believe in crystals ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Yeah… It just doesn't get into my mind, it doesn't make sense to me. As I said before, I do believe in energy, but more like from "lived" things. I just don't understand how a rock can have energy. I know we can create fire with stones, but I can't understand using crystals to, for example, attract love. Also, I think energy and soul, in general, are just too small (in size), I think it is too hard to make energy leave its material body in levels that influence you to attract love or money. However, I do believe entities and/or deities can like specific crystals and you can use those crystals as a gift to them, or as an offering.

Tarot, astrology… anyway ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Similar to crystals, I can't believe in astrology because it doesn't make sense to me that the way the sky and the stars/planets were when I was born can somehow say something about my soul/energy or/and life. Unfortunately, I don't believe that being born is such an extraordinary event that the way the stars are must mean something. I think being born is an extraordinary event in our micro-universe, in our human ordinary lives, and in our life on earth. With that said, tarot cards or any divination work with material tools doesn't make sense to me. To me, energy and life events aren't something that is going to influence cards.

Dreams💞I love ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I think that when we dream our body rests and our soul can wander for some time. Because with most parts of our body “sleeping”, it’s easier to disconnect from our bodies. This can happen with meditation too.

Things that already happened to me ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Everything spiritual that happened to me was through dreaming. I’ve had 2 divination dreams, predicting death, and I also already met some different entities through dreaming (unfortunately I still don’t have a clear idea who they are and/or if they’re known ones). I also had some astral projections. The sad thing is that I never induce those things, it’s things that just happen, I have no idea how to go out and with my conscious decision make these things happen.

#personal experience #personal beliefs #spirituality #just thoughts #witchblr #about myself #upg

[kyeterna]

Search Party of Four

"Ioanna Myrou was last seen in the evening of October 5th, as she left the event venue to look for her friend according to eye-witnesses. No signs of her whereabouts have been found so far"

The news were clear, and the police narrative alligned as well, even if they were reluctant to pursue the case further. But the girls something was very wrong about the case.

Ioanna Myrou was last seen in the evening of October 5th, covered in wounds that still bled, presumably running from something, in the back of a storage room near the event venue. Dimitra is sure she saw her. She was certain that even if for a moment she saw her best friend look at her terrified. But before she could confirm it she was dragged away by her new found friends who were running away from angry security guards. "But we were just having fun"

With the police's reluctance to find their friend, Dimitra, Lucy, Rosa and Kassandra, as the last witnesses of the disappearence, are forced to investigate the truth of what happened on that fateful evening of October 5th. Little did they know they would be stumbling upon a conspiracy much bigger than what they could imagine.

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Search Party of Four is one of my original works, taking place in a small coastal city in Greece, in an urban fantasy setting. How exactly? Well you'd have to find out along with our protagonists. The story should be a short one taking place within a month chronologically in universe. A mystery with slice of life elements as we get to learn things about each girl's life and interpersonal conflicts.

Kassandra Petropoulou

The heir in line of the Petropoulos group, a conglomerate that owns multiple businesses throughout the country. She grew up pretty sheltered mostly by the employees at the family's estate. Despite her seemingly closed off attitude she has the undeniable charisma to draw people in. However with their interest appearing mostly superficial she has grown distrustful.

Lucy (Lukia) Glarou

Born and raised in the US, her family had to move to her father's family home back in Greece after one disaster after the other forced them to go bankrupt with no place to stay. Now she has to adjust in a completely different (and quite closed off) environment. Thanks to her very optimistic outlook, pushing her down is gonna be hard.

Roza (Rosalia) Lykidi

"Dreaming is for those who can afford to do it" and according to Roza she does't have the means to do it. Leading a life of marginalisation, it's been filled with constant hardship. But even if she seems actively hostile towards most people, she is incredibly loyal, a ride-or-die person with tons of compassion for others. As adult-like as she wants to appear she is still a kid hurt by a cruel world around them.

Dimitra Lyritsa

The most extraordinary thing about Dimitra is how ordinary she is. A walking second place medal. Her entire life she's been living in the massive shadow of her extraordinary family and the expectations placed upon her. But living in said shadow grants her an invisibility she finds quite comforting sometimes. And so she's learnt to move within that shadow. Because if you try to do better, failure means ridicule. Or worse.

Ioanna Myrou

A social butterfly, beloved by both classmates and teachers alike, peers an adults. A personality oozing with charisma it feels like she can make friends with just about anyone. Which then brought the surprising reaction to her disappearance: everyone seemed sad but not too distraught about it. The only ones who really tried to do anything about it were her parents and her friend Dimitra.

Thank you for going through this post with me, I hope you stay around to see more of them and eventually their actual story (It should be about 30 chapters long? It's a short one, but still needs a lot of careful planning as all mystery stories go). Everything related to the story will be tagged as "search party of four" and "SPof4"

#writerna #search party of four #SPof4 #SPof4 Kassandra #SPof4 Lucy #SPof4 Roza #SPof4 Dimitra #SPof4 Ioanna #kyeterna oc #you can tell some of the sketches were drawn more recently compared to the others #you see the initial Dimitra and Kassandra sketches looked ugly af when I made an oc thread thing months ago #so I redrew them for this masterpost and they look much better #dimitra and ioanna are in love your honour #also I should mention Ioanna is alive and stays alive ok I wouldn't let her die like that

[pridepages]

Magic in the Ordinary: The House in the Cerulean Sea

I just finished reading TJ Klune’s The House in the Cerulean Sea. I have some thoughts.

Here there be spoilers!

A review on the cover of my copy of The House in the Cerulean Sea equates the experience of reading the book to “being wrapped up in a big gay blanket,” which pretty much nails it. This book is pure joy, but there is a particular aspect that deserves love and praise: the journey to queer parenthood.

Queer people are no strangers to found families. To this day, many of us find that we are alienated from the ones we were born into. Even the ones of us lucky enough to still have our biological families often feel like this is a part of our lives that they don’t fully understand or relate to, and being the ambassador or educator to the LGBTQ+ community is exhausting. In the end, all of us need to find our people--the ones who make us feel wrapped up in a big gay blanket. 

But queer parenthood is something beyond that common need. Not all of us want to become parents. But for the ones who do, we often have to forge our own path. We may need donors. We may look to adopt. Our structures will not have commonly understood narratives. But The House in the Cerulean Sea offers us a version of the story that affirms our journey to parenthood and the bonds that make our families just as strong, if not stronger, than any.

The House in the Cerulean Sea follows the journey of Linus Baker. He works for the Department in Charge of Magical Youth (DICOMY) in an ambiguous “city” in an unidentified country. This world is one of magical realism: it is accepted that magical non-human individuals exist. When they become wards of the State, they go to facilities overseen by DICOMY. Caseworkers like Linus are sent to make sure the facilities are up to scratch. As our story begins, Linus is sent to the Island of Marsyas--and a very particular orphanage.

Linus is a gentle soul, lonely and longing for connection--even though he can’t see it yet. He revels in the simple joys of music and a plot of sunflowers in front of his home. He is a career caseworker who genuinely wants to help people and believes that in his capacity at DICOMY that’s what he’s doing. On Marsyas, Linus meets six children who force their way into his guarded heart: Talia, a gnome with a talent for gardening, Phee, a sprite honing her connection to nature, Chauncey, a mysterious slug creature who dreams of working in a hotel as a bellhop, Sal, a pomeranian shape shifter with the soul of a poet, Theodore, a wyvern, and Lucifer “Lucy,” the antichrist with a love of old records. Minding them all is the master--Arthur Parnassus who is a phoenix and was once himself a ward of DICOMY.

This is not a book of great, thrilling adventures. If anything, it is the opposite. The magical abilities the children have set them apart in the harshest way. The way “normal” humans perceive magic is a thinly veiled metaphor for racism, homophobia, and any other prejudice that sets people apart. We as readers have to learn the same thing Linus does: we are more than our extraordinary characteristics. They may be part of our identities, but what’s more important is that we cultivate love and simple joys in life. Joys like dancing in a kitchen with our friends to golden oldies. Joys like admiring the flowers our loved ones grow. Joys like hearing a poem written from the heart read aloud by someone finding their voice. And when we do, we realize “there can be magic in the ordinary.”

The ordinary is a kind of magic for queer people. Some of us dream of simple moments like making dinner with a spouse who loves us, struggling through bedtime fights with a houseful of kids. Such domestic dreams sometimes feel far beyond our reach. But there is strength and courage in pushing back, in finding partners to build those lives with and creating our happiness in defiance of expectations. After all, “why can’t life work whatever way we want it to? What’s the point of living if you only do it how others want you to?” 

We don’t have to listen to the voices that scream that who we are makes us unfit to love and raise children. Nor are those children any less ours for having arrived in our care through unconventional paths. It does not matter that Arthur Parnassus was assigned the care of the children by DICOMY: he teaches them lessons. He schedules time for his kids to explore their own pursuits, exercise their imaginations, and to learn skills like teamwork. He holds family dinner with conversations where they all communicate and share. They build up each other’s self-esteem. When the children go wrong, he quietly corrects them without making them feel like they are bad or undeserving. Arthur is always affirming his belief in his kids’ ability to choose to be better people every day of their lives--whether that means overcoming their fears or fighting their worse natures. His care is trauma-informed, respecting the pain in each child’s background while still nurturing them towards growing and thriving. And that kind of unconditional love and nurturing, Linus insists, is what makes Arthur Parnassus “the best damn father” those kids could have.

Above all, The House in the Cerulean Sea reminds us that every one of us deserves to be loved as the everyday miracles we are. Constantly, Linus’s refrain is “I don’t know how to be anyone but who I already am...It’s not much, but I do the best I can with what I have.” Which absolutely baffles Arthur, who cannot help but effuse to his love “You silly, delightful man...How I cherish you.” “You dear, dear man. How I adore you.” The love they share with each other and for each of their children--for everything they are--is the solid foundation for a home that is joyful, nurturing, and fulfilling. 

Some of us yearn for grand love affairs. Some of us long to spread our wings and have fleeting passions. And some of us hope for warm, quiet hearths with spouses and children to share them. The House in the Cerulean Sea is a love letter to this last group: someday, may we all turn “Don’t you wish you were here?” into that “life that chose you back.”

#the house in the cerulean sea #tj klune #lgbt reads

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Title: The Diamond Age

Author: Neal Stephenson

Rating: 2/5 stars

On its merits, this is a first-rate book, but -- and this is extremely spoilery! -- I'm still reeling from the fact that two books earlier he wrote one that I strongly agreed with and one that I thought was a real mess. How did he do that? He does it again here.

OK, here's a brief summary of The Diamond Age. There was one book earlier, which had lots of plot and exciting stuff going on with it. In that book, things ended in a way that felt to me like some of the "problems" (not the same as "questions," but similar) were dealt with more satisfactorily than they were in The Diamond Age. When I read The Diamond Age, I liked it a lot more (as in, I found it very enjoyable and I thought it was well-written and insightful), but I didn't like it. It's sort of like listening to a good band after you've listened to a band whose music didn't have any appeal at all. That band's music wasn't great, but at least it was something you could listen to without thinking it was terrible. The Diamond Age, by contrast, was so bad you couldn't read it without thinking it was really, really terrible, and, more to the point, without even understanding what was going on inside the text. It seemed so off-putting that I couldn't get past the first two pages. For some reason this was really hard for me to accept -- I had to push myself -- and reading more than just the first page just left me feeling totally at sea.

The main character, Adelard Dekker, is an ordinary and likable character, and his story is a perfectly ordinary (and perfectly predictable) story about being an ordinary guy who grows up and lives an ordinary life, learns that the world is not so simple as he thought it was, becomes an ordinary person (i.e., ordinary person, ordinary life) in an extraordinary situation, and so on, but it's all played for laughs. His life is described as "an odyssey," which in and of itself is pretty funny, except that the book itself is not very funny. It's actually kind of really sad, or at least the parts that aren't funny are very sad. It's not a good feeling. If it's anything like the "lifestyle change" books, for instance, it might feel like a sad tale of middle-aged people trying to cope with middle-aged people stuff -- and, indeed, it's sort of the case that the narrator starts out looking pretty much like any boring mid-life crisis narrator, and then he goes and does things. The narrator has this dream of doing something great (and we're told he was sort of successful at it, as an ordinary person) and then he goes and does it, and then he tries to live down to this dream and fails, and then he meets this woman who likes to act smart and then they have sex, and it's all sad in a way -- but I can't tell if the main theme is "real, ordinary people's lives can have sadness and drama in them" or "therefore, sad dramas don't have to involve real, ordinary people."

Like, the narrator is clearly a pretty well-educated guy who went to college, so that's a clue, but I can't figure out what other clues there might be in terms of the book's message. He talks about "mystical secrets" and so forth, but what secrets? I don't feel like I'm missing out by not knowing what these are. I did, however, miss out on his feelings of sadness and shame about how he can't achieve greatness anymore.

But it's all very well for me to say that The Diamond Age is, like, "okay," because I don't care about most stories. What about the people who did? A lot of people got really mad at the book, and when I hear about things, I tend to feel that if someone's having a reaction to a book that I'd probably not like too much, maybe that person was not the intended audience, and shouldn't be expected to have the same perspective on the book that I have.

But -- well, let me just get this one out of the way: while I do care about whether the people who get mad are the intended readers of a book, I don't care if a single solitary person who reads a book I like thinks the book is bad, much less what book they think is bad. If I think that book is bad, I think the author was bad. And, in this case, I think Stephenson was bad. He wrote two books that were fine in one way, and really bad in another way -- how do I feel about this? I'd say it's a really bad thing.

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 1)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

AN:

1. This fan fiction is a tribute to Chan the Man aka Daddy Chan, the coolest and the most badass bodyguard of the Theerapanyakul main family and Khun Tankhun Theerapanyakul, the most fashionable and fabulous character that I love so~ much.

2. English is not my first language and my grammar is atrocious. Sorry in advance for any mistakes. This fanfic is un-beta’d, you’ve been warned.

3. I’m not native Thai and have never been to Bangkok before. I know nothing about the city or about the Thailand Football League. Everything in my fanfic comes from my imagination. I’m trying my hardest not to be offensive, but if I did, please correct me and please do it gently. Once again, please forgive me if I make any mistake.

4. This is a Rom-Com crack fanfic AU Nerd-Jock, I’ve had enough angst (><).

5. I’m using almost the whole gang of KPTS characters in this fan fiction. I’m just borrowing them to play around.

6. In this story Vegas and Macau are not related to the Theerapanyakun boys.

7. I would say everybody is going to be slightly OOC, especially for Vegas and Kim, because they’re growing up in a loving family.

8. This is my first fan fiction in this fandom, and the main pairing is so rare, so I don’t even know if people are willing to give it a try or not. But if you do, I hope you enjoy it.

9. I’m using the last name of the actor (Peter Knight) that acted as Chan in this story and Vegas' middle name (Kornwit) as his family name.

Chapter 1

(Tankhun POV)

Tankhun Theeparanyakul was not an ordinary person, he has always been and will always be extraordinary. In high school, he was the best student. Some people call him a nerd but he was not just any geek. He's a super fabulous nerd with an unparalleled sense of fashion. The only reason why he is now dressed modestly is that the University Research Center where he worked as a senior researcher had a very strict dress code. But still, nobody can rock white long lab coat, black safety boots, and lab goggles like Tankhun. He added tasteful little ornaments here and there that are his trademark, like colorful goggles straps that always matchy-matchy with his socks, and nobody allowed to protest, including his boss, the super cool Miss Erica, who happened to adore him very much. And why shouldn’t she? He was after all the Tankhun Theerapanyakul, who’s goddamn fierce and of course fa~bulous with a capital F.

Born as the eldest of three children (all boys), Tankhun was naturally expected by his father to take over the supermarket chain which has been their family business for five generations. But Tankhun, who has been infatuated with science since childhood, firmly refused his father's request. Fortunately, his younger brother, Kinn – blessed his soul, the second child of the Theerapanyakul family, had a very high business instinct, and was able to prove to their father that he was the better choice to manage their family business. Meanwhile, Kim, the youngest, just like Tankhun, was not interested at all in business. He was a football maniac, who lives and breathes sports. He currently served as the football captain of the University team where he studied, learning Sports Science.

This morning, like the previous mornings in the last 5 years, Tankhun went to the Hattrick Coffee Shop to get his hot Americano that he has crowned as the best Americano. Well, at least from 16 coffee shops that are located in a 2 KM radius from the University Research Center. Tankhun could support his statement earlier scientifically, because he took things into his own hands by diligently taking the data samples from all 16 cafes to make the comparison at the laboratory. In case anyone wants to refute his claims, he still keeps the results of his 2 weeks intensive research in his desk drawer at the office.

At exactly 7.30 AM, Tankhun was already standing in the queue in front of the cashier. Unlike last week, no… not that long… even compared to the queue line two days ago, today’s line was longer than usual. Tankhun glanced at the watch on his left wrist to confirm today’s date. He had been so busy at the lab lately; he sometimes forgot the date. The experiment he was currently working on has occupied his mind and really kicks his butt.

Ah... July is almost ended. No wonder… Sigh…

If there's one thing Tankhun didn't like about the Hattrick Coffee Shop, this cafe is located right next to the stadium used by Bangkok Super FC as a training ground. When the season ends, the Hattrick is only visited by regulars, but once the new season starts, this cafe will be crowded by BSFC fanatic fans. And looking at the long queue today, it looks like the pre-season training for the most loved Bangkok football club has commenced. Tankhun was very grateful that no BSFC players had ever stopped by this small cafe, he couldn't imagine the chaos that would arise if they came here. Luckily, those fanatics only treated the Hattrick like a hang out place to wait for their idols to finish training, before they chase after their autographs or selfies.

But it seems like Tankhun spoke too quickly, because the figure standing right in front of him in the queue, was almost certainly, Tankhun 95% sure, a football player. The reason why he was so sure about it is because his younger brother is an athlete and a footballer. Although Kim is not a professional footballer, most football players have the same body shape and manner of movement as the result of their training. That’s why, even though this man tried to cover his tall, muscular, very well-trained body, not to mention, bubble butt, by wearing loose track pants and an oversized hoodie, he couldn’t really hide, at least not from Tankhun’s sharp eyes.

He stared at the shapely back in front of him intensely, and maybe that is the reason why the footballer – allegedly – out of the blue turned his body half-way to steal a quick look at him. Tankhun gasped and couldn't believe his eyes. Of all the BSFC players who possibly stopped by this cafe, how could it be that it’s the captain himself, Chan "Daddy" Knight? Who’s none other than Kim’s favorite footballer! Daddy Chan could try to hide his face behind the biggest and darkest sunglasses ever, but Tankhun never misses recognizing people, especially someone that important to his youngest brother.

Tankhun opened his black LV messenger bag, and slowly reached inside to take out his notebook and pen. He was still thinking about the best way to ask for Chan's autograph without attracting the attention of the other café regulars or God-forbid the football fanatics, when a voice heard from the bar.

“Next customer!”

Tankhun must have been so focused on this small matter that he didn't even notice that he was almost at the front of the line. In fact, it was Chan's turn to order his coffee. The researcher put-off his intention to ask for Chan's autograph right now and chose to wait until the footballer placed his order first. After all, you never stop someone from getting their first cup of coffee of the day.

He’s a professional athlete, and the pre-season training has just begun. His coffee order can't be complicated, right?

Tankhun felt that he had found a good opening to break the ice before he started his mission. If Chan ordered a hot Americano like himself, then he would give him a compliment of his great taste in coffee before begging for his autograph.

I’ve got this in the bag!

“Caramel Frappuccino with double whipped cream and chocolate chips on top.”    

The scientist raised his head quickly, and gaped for a moment. The word shock cannot begin to describe how he felt at the moment, when he heard the coffee order from the great Captain of Bangkok Super FC. Tankhun was so close to open his mouth to ask the man himself, ‘Are you fucking serious!?’

“Do you want extra caramel on top?” asked the barista.

Tankhun actually held his breath waiting for Chan’s answer.

“No, just chocolate chips.”

“Do you want anything else? A muffin maybe?”

“No.”

“Okay, total 85 Bath.”

Tankhun still didn’t budge from where he was standing and still couldn't believe what had just happened in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he pictured his youngest brother's shocked face, and just like that, he started giggling. Oh, he tried… truly he tried to stop himself but he just couldn’t. Kim really adores his favorite captain, and has always looked up to Chan as an example. Since he was 14 years old, Kim has been very careful about his diet and very disciplined with his exercise regime. He would say something like, ‘I need to watch my diet like Cap to maximize my muscle mass.’ or something like, ‘I need to be like Cap and cut-off my sugar intake to attain a perfect body like him.’

If only you knew, ‘lil brother, if only you knew~

Tankhun was still giggling when the barista called him.

“Sir? Sir, your usual?” asked the boy.

“Yes! Ehm… yes, please,” Tankhun answered as he gave the boy 50 and then put 5 Bath in the tip jar.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Tankhun moved to the side to wait for his coffee and found out that Chan was also still waiting for his complicated order. Thinking about that sweet concoction, to be honest, he wanted to laugh again, but this was a golden opportunity to ask for an autograph, because Chan was standing alone and there was no one really close around them. So, Tankhun tried his hardest to hold back his laughter and he succeeded, before moving closer to the captain.

“Do you mind signing this for my brother, Daddy Chan?” asked Tankhun in a super low voice as he pushed the notebook and pen that he had previously placed on the long table, towards Chan. For a moment, Tankhun felt like he heard a soft cheering sound from behind the big coffee machine, but then he ignored it, because he was pretty sure his voice wasn't loud enough to be heard.

“You must be mistaken for other people,” Chan responded in his deep voice while looking left and right. It was clearly shown that he was worried other people would hear their conversation.

“Uhm, I don’t think so, because you see… I’m rarely wrong,” whispered Tankhun, who then pushed the notebook and pen toward Chan even closer.

Chan chuckled. “Oh, wow… such arrogance.”

“Just stated the truth. Besides, I don’t think I will miss recognizing a face that I’ve seen everyday for the past 12 years pasted on the wall of my brother’s room. He’s your biggest fan.”

Chan looked a little hesitant, and once again looked to his left and right timidly, before finally picking up the notebook and pen that was lying on the table right beside his right elbow. Just as the captain was about to sign his autograph on Tankhun's notebook, the barista who prepared his Americano to perfection every day, walked up to Chan and shouted, "We're from the Hattrick Coffee Shop are very proud to present this Caramel Frappuccino with Double Whipped Cream and Chocolate chips on top for the best Captain in the country, Chan "Daddy" Knight!"

Fuck! Stupid lil shit!

It only took seconds and then chaos ensued.

“Daddy Chan?”

“Where? In here?”

“OMG! He’s here! He’s really here!”

“CAP!”

“Daddy~~~~”

“DADDY CHAN!!!”

Like magic, all the football fanatics who were in the cafe, immediately stood up and ran towards Chan, holding their cellphones to take picture after picture while shouting and screaming, some of them even starting to sing the BSFC’s chants.

In under 60 seconds, fans managed to surround Chan. Requests for autographs and selfies poured in immediately.

“Cap! Please sign my jersey!”

“And mine too, please~~~”

“Daddy~~~ please take a selfie with me!”

“Daddy Chan, please smile and look at the camera!”

“CAP!”

As the person who stood closest to the captain, Tankhun of course got caught up in the crowd. It was a miracle that he managed to retrieve his notebook, it was a LV too, thank you very much. At first, Tankhun decided to forget about his coffee and just leave immediately, but he went to this cafe every single day to get his caffeine intake and he refused to leave the Hattrick without his Americano.

“Hey, boy, my coffee!” yelled Tankhun to the barista who couldn't do anything but stare at the chaos before his eyes. Luckily, the other barista had finished making his order. He quickly grabbed his Americano and carefully escaped from the crowd.  

Seconds before walking towards the exit, Tankhun turned around to see Chan’s condition, and it wasn't very good. The sunglasses he had worn earlier were gone, and the hoodie cap no longer covered his head. Tankhun winced.

And yes, of course, Tankhun felt a bit guilty, he’s not heartless, but what could he do? After all, his schedule was very tight today and there was a very important experiment in the lab that needed his expertise. So, he can’t be late.

As Tankhun was leaving the Hattrick, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a tall foreign man who was wearing a tracksuit, enter the café. Not long after that, a super loud shout was heard from inside the cafe. 

“DIO MIO, CHAN!” 

“SHIT! COACH, HELP ME~!”  

Tankhun walked toward the University faster, so fast he’s literally running.  

TBC 

#ThreeStepstoWinYou #fanfic #daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #kpts #kpts fanfic #au nerd_jock #slow burn #slow build #kinnporsche #vegaspete #kim #everybody is a footballer #team as family

[dreamvvithme]

An Ode to Twenty-Five Twenty-One (or more fittingly, my own youth)

“That summer was ours to keep.” – Na Heedo

When I think about my youth, there is a particular memory of our first road trip to the mountains that comes to mind. We were chasing waterfalls (literally) and ended up walking for 5 hours in the scorching sun with nothing but a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits shared amongst the five of us - all I remember were the fireworks of laughter amongst the silence of the mountains. The sky was like a wildfire that day and the winding track felt endless, but our legs beat on; we arrived at our destination. In retrospect, our journey that felt like it had no end was merely a ripple within the ocean of time; I guess that became my anecdote of youth: fleeting, but in the moment, infinite. 

Memory works in funny ways. I find myself to be forgetting more and more of my youth as time passes. It wasn’t until the final scene of 2521 when I sat in the complete still of my bedroom that this particular moment returned. 

This encapsulates the experience of watching 2521. To me, its magic was not only in its ability to craft people and places that we came to love despite never meeting, but more importantly, the way in which it inspires us to reflect on our own lives albeit through a retrospective or a prospective lens. 

A drama, book, song, etc. will sometimes come along at the right time, at the right place, and for me, that was 2521. As such, this review will be different from others as I try to map how the drama has given me a renewed perspective about my own life. 

I began watching the drama at a definitive point in my life -- this year marks the tenth year of my relationship. We were childhood friends who began dating in our later teenage years. Our relationship while wonderful, has always been understated. Seeing the selfless love between Baek Yi Jin and Nam Hee Do on-screen was both familiar and inspiring. I saw us in them -- the way they  supported each other to become better versions of themselves, encouraging each other to jump higher, run faster, and to dream. As Hee Do states: Liking someone means I can learn about myself. And truer words have never been said! In their love I saw the extraordinary in the ordinary and this made me feel grateful for what I have.  

Then there was the friendship that was beautiful for what it was but also, transient like most things in life (ah, Baek Yi Jin only believed in the consistency of gravity and in retrospect, the writers did prepare us for what was to come, we were just unwilling to accept it). As of recent, one of my close friends from high school informed me that she was going to be a mother. This was the first time we spoke in the last two years. While I was elated for her, I didn’t think much of our conversation until I watched the scene where an older Hee Do reflects: My diary from those days is filled with just love and friendship. A time when friendship and love were all that mattered in life. A time like that lasts only for a moment. And this is true of my own life where the high school friends that I used to spend almost every living second with became faces I would see once a month, to once a year and gradually once every couple of years. Like Yu Rim, Hee Do, Ji Woong, Seung Wan and Yi Jin - just because we are apart doesn’t mean we don’t care for one another, however, the drama confronts us once again with the fleeting nature of youth. 

Now, while the ending may not have been ideal (who am I kidding, I cried for 90-minutes straight), it was fitting to the overall theme of the drama - our youth is beautiful in its ephemerality. In saying that, I may have not been so distraught if the end result was fitting of the process... How are we to believe that the compassionate Hee Do would leave Yi Jin at his lowest point, and for the steadfast Yi Jin to apply for a job overseas without informing Hee Do. I don’t mind a sad ending if it aligns with the character’s motivation and behaviour but this ending destroyed me. And as the credits roll, in its wake was a complete feeling of emptiness -- a brutal reminder that people come and go, and life continues, and the only thing that remains constant is gravity itself.

#Twenty five twenty one #kdrama #ode to #personal #its been weeks since I've finished this drama and its still painful to think about... #kim tae ri #nam joo hyuk

[lundgrenpollard66]

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