#this is an instance of him being vocal about it which is rare so I love it sm

[avianyuh]

Hey can i get one with nct127 members, commenting their gf ig posts<3

NCT 127 Commenting on their Girlfriend's Instagram Post

[A/N: Because of the public nature of social media, I would assume that in this scenario, the relationship would be public, so that's how I'm writing this piece, hope you enjoy!]

Taeil:

You had gone on a trip with a few friends for the weekend. Taeil had stayed home. He missed you even though you were texting back and forth the whole time. You had gone to a series of places with your friends, taking pictures of all of them.

It wasn't until the last day of your trip, two weeks without seeing Taeil, that you had posted your favorite pictures onto your instagram account.

Since Taeil is usually pretty quiet, he doesn't normally comment on your posts. But when your phone started blowing up an hour after you had posted your trip highlights, you were surprised to see a comment by your boyfriend.

Looks like fun!, Was all he commented. And of course, his fans were all in the replies which made you smile. He really must miss you.

Johnny:

You had just been out shopping with Johnny and was excited to try on this new outfit that you'd bought. You ran straight through the door when you got home and immediately tried on your new outfit.

Johnny stood outside of the bedroom door as you changed.

"Are you done yet?", he called out.

"Yep. Close your eyes", you said through the door.

You opened it, sticking one leg out first before fully emerging. You stood on your tippy toes and uncovered Johnny's eyes.

"Voila", you said with jazz hands for dramatic effect. Johnny playfully raised his eyebrows beofe swiftly pulling out his phone and taking a picture as you posed, playing along.

Johnny is definitely the type to be all over your instagram. As we all know, this boy loves his fashion. So, no surprise that he's the type to want to get all dressed up with you, take a bunch of photos and then comment on your pictures with something like:

Where did you get the inspiration👀

Taeyong:

Taeyong is definitely one of the more vocal members when it comes to social media. So it was pretty common for him to leave a few comments on your posts.

In this particular instance, he had left a comment to take credit for a photo you had posted that he had taken of you.

You had been out at a restaurant while on vacation together. You had been looking over the menu and kept pointing at different things you wanted to try. Getting all surprised and gasping every time you read something out that seemed interesting to you.

This was all very amusing to your boyfriend who decided to sneakily grab his phone and take a photo of the moment. He didn't show you the photo until you guys were back at home and looking through all the pictures you had each taken from the trip.

You had laughed and at first asked him to delete it. But it seemed to grow on you since you ended up posting it.

Taeyong's comment read: Hey, you forgot to credit the photographer!

Yuta:

*I'm divided on if he'd be the type to be loud and proud about his relationship or would want to keep things private. Personally, I think he'd lean toward the private side*

Yuta rarely comments on your posts. But he does like all of them, which nctzens always take notice of. In this instance, you also weren't big on posting a lot on social media. But after spending a day at home with your boyfriend, one that you wanted to remember by capturing a picture of the two of you on the couch...you had no intention of posting it.

UNTIL, it was your anniversary. Like many couples do, you posted multiple photos, the first one being that picture from the day off you had spent together.

And because it was an anniversary post, Yuta responded: I love you

*Yeah I see him as the type to be straight to the point. The man can tell a joke but with you, he just loves to make everyone aware of how much he loves you*

Doyoung:

Also very subtle, doesn't really comment on your posts usually. In this case, he had been busy with work and hadn't seen you in awhile. Don't get it twisted though, you spoke on the phone, FaceTimed and texted as much a possible. But he did miss you a lot and so did you.

He had been scrolling through his Instagram one day while taking a break during practice and saw your new picture.

Just one of yourself, smiling into the camera.

He couldn't help himself, his fingers immediately began typing: I miss you, save the smile for me!

Jaehyun:

Pretty boi here is no stranger to Instagram. Actually it's usually you commenting on his posts, not the other way around.

Long story short, the two of you had gotten in a fight. Funnily enough, you didn't even remember what had started it. However, you do remember Jaehyun storming out and not returning your call the next day.

You knew it would pass but you were still worried that he was mad when you hadn't heard from him. But that was until you had gone out with a friend to get your mind off of the fight with your boyfriend. You had a nice dinner, but you drank a little too much and drunkily posted a picture of your friend and you.

The next morning after you woke up, you checked your phone to see that it had been blowing up with notifications.

I hope you had fun👍 was all his comment said, bit you knew it was his weird way of saying he was ready to talk.

Jungwoo:

The two of you had gone on a date, taken some pictures and uploaded them. Fans connected the dots, noticed the locations were the same and were uploaded on the same day.

Jungwoo thought it was a funny situation so to add to the fans hysteria, he commented:

That was fun!

Mark:

Mark, though never shy with you in private, was very shy when it came to PDA. So he never really commented on your posts.

However, when you uploaded a photo you had taken of yourself, nothing fancy, he couldn't help but support his girlfriend.

He would comment something like:

So beautiful

Donghyuk:

Would definitely be pretty open about your relationship, which would show a lot on instagram.

I think he would comment on your posts all of the time. In this case, it would be a photo that you posted of the two of you together. And I think Donghyuk would be pretty comical when it came to his comments.

I look better than you in this

[A/N 2: I haven't used gifs in awhile and let me tell y'all. Why are the gifs lacking so much now? So I tried my best to get some good gifs that went with the prompt. Anyways, this was kind of short but I have a lot more requests to fill for NCT and Baekhyun. I think the next one in my inbox is an NCT fic so that'll probably be next. Love youuuuuu and thank you to anon for the request!]

#nct 127 #nct #jaehyun #nct reactions #yuta #taeyong #nct johnny #taeil #lee donghyuck #doyoung #nct jungwoo #mark lee #nct mark #nct x reader #nct fanfic

[shybunnie20]

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

★My Masterlist

Summary: After some time in the spotlight, Eddie returns to Hawkins and finds that his unfinished confession to his best friend awaits him.

Author's Note: Here's a little something I wrote while I've been chipping away at my other WIPs. It’s way longer than I expected but I'm happy with how it turned out. The angst is very mild and it has a happy ending!

AU with no Upside Down, no use of y/n, established past friendship, Eddie and reader graduated the same year but ages aren't specified, focuses on Eddie's POV, proofread to an extent.

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: MDNI, mentions of sex, includes swearing

After posing for the cover of the latest Metal Edge magazine, Eddie was eager to head back home ASAP. While he enjoys his time on the East Coast, he was really looking forward to some much-needed downtime. As he boarded his private jet and set off, everything was going according to plan. However, the weather decided that he was going to make a pit stop. Rather, an emergency landing.

Plans get derailed and unpredictability is a part of the lifestyle. When your private jet is just about plucked from the sky during a lightning storm, finding a place to land is imperative, no matter the location. In this instance, his jet touched down in Indianapolis. Hopes of catching a taxi to Hawkins were dashed. No taxi driver in their right mind would willingly brave the distance from the city to the suburb in that weather. Eddie was left with one person to call upon—the man whom Eddie had been considering visiting for quite some time.

Wayne was surprised to receive the phone call but he agreed to pick Eddie up from the airport without hesitation. They haven’t been staying in touch as of late; Eddie’s life is nothing short of a whirlwind consisting of sold-out arenas and constant travel. Getting a hold of his nephew became a challenging feat. Wayne rarely got past speaking to Eddie’s assistants.

It was his uncle’s rare day off and calls at that time of night were few and far between. So, when Wayne’s canary yellow phone practically leaped off of the hook, he was astonished. After making the drive through the pattering rain, Wayne retrieved a sulking Eddie from Concourse B. As Eddie settled into the passenger seat of the fixer-upper, exhaustion from his turbulent journey was evident.

The next morning, Eddie wakes up with a protesting ache in his lower back, the result of a night spent on the pull-out couch. As he sits up straight, he lets out a low groan, vocalizing how his body yearns for the luxurious embrace of the Egyptian cotton sheets that are fitted around his California king mattress. They lay chilled without him, thousands of miles away in his opulent hillside mansion in Beverly Hills.

As he stretches in an attempt to unknot the tension between his shoulder blades, Eddie takes in his surroundings. He stumbled through the front door so late last night that he had no energy left to get reacquainted with his childhood home. He even wound up sleeping in his designer jeans, the coarse denim a far cry from the plush pajamas he would normally change into before bed.

A gentle grin forms on Eddie’s lips upon feeling comforted by the familiarity of the room. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the simple life that Wayne brought him up in. Eddie gazes around, noticing the subtle changes such as the addition of new mugs and hats to their respective displays. One particular change catches his attention and draws a fond exhale from his stale lungs. The worn-out doormat, which was torn to hell when he was a teenager, was finally replaced.

Despite his internal clock being out of whack, Eddie’s brain knows when it’s time for a cup of jitter juice. He rises from the rickety mattress, his back cracking loudly at the extension. A moan of discomfort slips out as he winces at the pinch at the base of his neck. “Jesus, fuck,” he mutters aloud. Eddie makes a mental note to buy Wayne a new sofa.

His socked feet slide across the linoleum as he steps into the kitchen. He notices that the bedroom door is closed, though it’s doing very little to dampen the loud snoring emitting behind it. Eddie yawns as he grinds his fists into his eyes, causing a splash of tingling colors across the darkness of his lids. He approaches the corner cupboard, knowing that what he’s looking for will be in the same place it always has been. The cabinet door greets him with a squeak and he’s met with a single dented can of Folgers. That shit is practically varnish remover, it simply won’t do.

Eddie sighs as the craving for his favorite Italian coffee intensifies. It’s so rich, flavorful, smooth, and yet, it packs a punch. Just the thought of the hazelnut dark roast takes him back to the first time he ever tried it in Trieste. From that moment on, he needed it imported back home.

Well, the java situation is a bust. For the time being, Eddie has a choice. Either charred slices of Wonderbread or plain cornflakes. AKA, buttered plywood or a bowl of sawdust. Ew and ew. Settling for the arguably more exciting option, Eddie decides on toast. Each bite into the brittle slice causes dark crumbs to scatter into his open palm that he holds beneath his chin. He can’t be bothered to get a plate, even as an adult. The burnt bits accumulate in his hand as he continues to nibble. While Eddie brushes his palms over the sink to rid himself of crumbs, he catches sight of the magazine clipping held to the fridge door by a Tweety Bird magnet. Frozen in time on glossy paper is a photo of him at the American Music Awards last year. “Damn, I looked good.” He smirks as he recalls the tailored suit, the lapels encrusted with dazzling gems, and his pale bare chest blinding the paparazzi from beneath it. The memories of that night come rushing, the flashing cameras and the cheers of his fans.

With his tummy partially pleased but the craving for quality coffee intensifying, Eddie recalls that there’s only one good place around here to get a quality cup of Joe. Eddie takes a brisk shower to wash away the residual stickiness that clings to his skin from a night spent fully clothed in the stuffy trailer. He dresses in the most pedestrian outfit that’s in his suitcase, hoping to blend in as much as possible, and heads out. 

Eddie’s stride carries him through the glass door of Morningside Café, the cheerful bell above it announces his arrival. The café is bustling, as one would expect on a Saturday morning. The patrons have come for their morning pick-me-up, much like Eddie.

Initially, he considers keeping his onyx-lensed sunglasses on, a barrier that would shield him from potential recognition and the commotion that would ensue. But he decides to take them off, knowing that he might stick out if he’s wearing sunglasses indoors. Eddie tucks one of the folded arms of the frame into the collar of his t-shirt. To his surprise, nobody reacts. No one gasps or falls to their knees at his feet. The world around him continues to turn. Part of him yearns for the ego boost that comes with being recognized but, all in all, he’s relieved to experience a semblance of normalcy for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

Taking a moment to soak in his surroundings, Eddie’s gaze sweeps across the interior of the shop. His eyes linger on the display case where flaky pastries drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauces are housed. The cabin-esque aesthetic warms the soul with rich wood tones and a brick fireplace. It stands dormant, flameless, because it’s too warm out for a fire this time of year.

Beside the fireplace sit two figures that catch his attention. Even from a short distance, Eddie recognizes the mane of luscious locks, a signature feature that only belongs to one person. He strolls over with excitement tugging at his chest.

“Excuse me,” Eddie’s voice is hushed as he addresses the two figures engrossed in conversation. “Do you happen to know if the creamer here is fat-free?”

Steve and Robin’s dialogue comes to an abrupt halt, their voices silenced by the unexpected interruption. They exchange a glance, their eyebrows raising in unison. Simultaneously, their heads turn to peer over their shoulders. And there he stands, Eddie, someone they never thought they’d see again.

Steve gets to his feet a beat faster than Robin and he’s all smiles. “Look what the cat dragged in!”

“Must be an expensive cat,” Robin quips while she eyes Eddie, a quick assessment that catches details he overlooked in his haste to blend in. Her comment refers to the flashy jewelry he neglected to take off. “Persian, right? Those are the goblin-looking ones that rich people like? Ugly little fluff balls, if you ask me.”

Eddie’s sigh carries relief, expressing his genuine pleasure in knowing that Robin remains candid and unfiltered, just as he remembers her. As he extends his hand, Steve meets him with a firm handshake.

A friendly slap on the shoulder from Steve follows. “What brings you to this god-forsaken town?” His question is punctuated by true curiosity and a hint of humor, alluding to Eddie’s past that has kept him from ever returning up until now.

 “I was in the area,” Eddie replies with a sense of restraint, deliberately avoiding the true source of his change in plans. “Figured I'd swing by to see what’s what.”

Robin gestures for Eddie to take the seat opposite of them. They all settle into their mahogany-colored chairs. Eddie shifts awkwardly, the denim of his jeans dragging on the leather noisily.

With her elbows digging into her knees, Robin leans forward and supports her chin with her balled fists, positioned to hear the greatest story in her life. “So?” 

Eddie blinks dumbly, bemusement evident on his face. “What?” 

Reclined deeply into his chair, Steve rests his hands on his belly with interlocked fingers. “Enlighten us. Where the hell did ya go?”

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, “Well, uh, I migrated west and lived in my van for a while. Then I found an ad in the paper for a spare bedroom in a janky apartment. I did the roommate thing for a bit and then- I dunno,” He twists the grim reaper-shaped ring around the base of his middle finger. “Things just worked out, I guess.”

Robin blows a raspberry and sits back into a less anticipatory position. “Long story short, huh? The last I saw, you were on the red carpet escorting Heather Locklear.”

Her reference to Eddie’s past event appearance draws a smirk from him, feeling a sense of satisfaction in knowing that his old friends have been keeping up with the big things he’s been doing. While she encourages Eddie to delve into the details of his daily life, Steve looks across the room at you. Your nose is to the grindstone, your hands working deftly to maintain the rhythm that ensures that the orders are being fulfilled in a timely manner.

Opening shifts are the worst, for the customers and the employees alike. Nobody is at their friendliest due to the dark clouds of exhaustion hanging over everyone’s heads. Not to mention, regulars have their quirks. Some are particularly anal—specifying exact temperatures for their flavored fuel. They scrutinize your every move, even going as far as monitoring the thermometer to ensure that their demands are met.

The grind of the morning rush is draining, yet, you soldier on. You wipe away spilled coffee grounds from the countertop and amidst the clatter and constant flow of orders, you catch Steve staring right at you. His expression is peculiar, his arched brows paired with a subtle curve to his lips. You tilt your head inquisitively at him. What?

Steve subtly points across from him and mouths, Eddie Munson.

Your hand freezes mid-motion, the damp rag caught between your palm and the solution-streaked surface. Instinct takes over as you lean onto your tiptoes, straining to catch a glimpse over the top of the coffee machine. And no shit, there’s that head of chocolate curls. Your pulse spikes as apprehension floods your belly. Returning your gaze to Steve, you mouth back to him, oh my god.

Steve’s frantic wave beckons you over, his urgency not leaving room for subtlety. Eddie takes notice of Steve and he looks to see who he’s motioning to. Your eyes meet and for a split second, utter disbelief is mirrored on both of your faces.

You panic and duck out of sight, retreating to the relative cover near the floor. Your thoughts race, your heartbeat pounding twice that. “What the actual fuck is he doing here?” you ask yourself, unable to grapple with the overwhelming emotions.

Eddie’s heavy-footed steps carry him up to the counter, the air around him feeling electrically charged, making his arm hair stand up straight. His chest constricts as he approaches the ledge and looks behind it. There you are, sitting on the floor with your legs pulled close to your chest and your forehead against your knees.

“Sweetheart,” he chuckles airily, though his brows are pulled together as to why you’re down there.

Reluctantly, you lift your head and meet his eyes. A sheepish grin tugs at your lips and you can’t help but scrunch your nose. “Eddie, hi!”

“Whatcha doin’ down there?” he asks playfully, then catching his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to suppress the smile that threatens to form. “Almost looks like you’re tryin’ to hide from me.”

You shake your head, only slightly annoyed at his amusement. “I’m just busted, aren’t I?” As you get to your feet, you wipe your palms on your apron before rounding the corner of the counter.

Eddie’s arms are already outstretched before you’re even in full view. You find yourself stepping forward to meet his embrace. The hug is brief, not quite as long as Eddie would’ve liked it to be. His beaming smile accompanies his glittering stare as it follows your features, studying the subtle changes since he saw you last. “Long time no see,” he teases with the lick of his lip.

You’ve already taken a step back, creating a bit of space between the two of you. With a deep breath, you nod. “Tell me about it, it’s been like what, six years?” It’s your turn to trace the contours of his face.

You’ve seen the tabloids on the racks in the supermarket, the pages that showcase his exhilarating career. You’ve seen his music videos on MTV. Regardless of the set design and general concept, there’s a constant—Eddie, partially naked with jeans slung low on his hips, surrounded by bleach-blonde stunners hanging off of him one way or another. He always stood tall, an embodiment of untouchability despite being touched just about everywhere by sets of cherry-painted fingernails. His image has become synonymous with charismatic magnetism and sex appeal.

And now, he’s standing right in front of you. Eddie’s silver nose ring catches the overhead lighting, a rebellious contrast to the well-groomed beard that frames his jaw. He has far more tattoos than he had when you were friends.

The dangling layers of necklaces twinkle like constellations. While you hugged him, you recognized his natural scent which was mostly the same, but with a faint woody undertone. The cologne he wears seems to have become one with his clothes, the scent being inseparable from him no matter how many times the article is washed.

Eddie also looks stronger and his physical presence is more defined. His slim frame matured into something more substantial, and his muscles are built and bound with raw talent.

It’s a curious juxtaposition to see him in such plain clothes. He almost resembles the Eddie that you knew, feeling both familiar and transformed, an evolution you’re struggling to take in all at once.

“Yeah, coming up on six. Feels like it’s been longer than that,” Eddie replies, the joy in his voice unconcealed. He shamelessly looks over your uniform, the baby blue polo shirt beneath the navy apron, with his interest plain for anyone to see. He took in your scent too. Your natural smell blended with coffee, and it struck a chord within him. The combination of the two is better than his beloved Italian coffee beans alone.

“How long are you in town for?” You inquire while playing with the hem of your apron. Meanwhile, you shift your weight on the balls of your feet, attempting to soothe yourself with the rocking motion.

Eddie sucks air through his teeth with resignation. “Just today, actually.”

“Oh,” you mumble, your expression subtly crestfallen at the news of his limited stay. “That’s too bad. You really can’t stay any longer?”

“I wish I could but stopping by wasn’t exactly on my to-do list. I was flying home from New York and then my jet-”

You’re startled as your supervisor’s voice booms from behind you, yanking you back to reality. Her words are stern, reprimanding you for being distracted. She scolds, saying that the line is twice as long as it should be. A quick glance at your coworker makes you feel guilty, seeing as he’s struggling to keep up with taking and filling orders by himself.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath, “Coming!” With a final moment of eye contact with Eddie, you offer him a rueful smile. “Sorry, duty calls,” As you turn and make your way back to your station, you call out to Eddie over your shoulder. “It was great to see you.”

The sentiment hangs in the air, one that Eddie wishes you had a chance to elaborate on. But, time is of the essence and you’re already back to filling cups without waiting for his response. For a few seconds, Eddie watches you seamlessly shift back into work mode as if he isn’t there anymore. Returning to Steve and Robin, he’s met with pointed looks that are laden with interest. The weight of the encounter, the unexpected vulnerability he felt looking into your eyes, settles on his shoulders. As Eddie returns to the seat across from them, he slumps down with a pout.

Robin’s brows furrow at his sudden change in demeanor. “Why the long face? Didn’t you ask her out?”

Eddie’s response is a sullen half-note while he stares fixedly at a speck of mud on Steve’s shoe. “No,” he says, “I didn’t, and quite frankly, I don’t think she’d even want to.” In the way that Eddie is carrying himself, it’s obvious that his insecurities have been stirred up. “You should’ve seen the way she looked at me. It was like she hardly recognized me.”

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I dunno, man. Kinda hard to believe a hot shot like you can’t get whatever girl he sets his sights on.”

That remark sparks something within Eddie, a realization that switches his perspective. Steve’s words hit home—he’s Eddie fucking Munson. A Grammy award-winning recording artist for Christ’s sake. Casanova, heavy hitter, ladies’ man. His confidence resurfaces, becoming acutely aware of the charm he can whip out whenever he needs it; he’s well equipped for this moment.

Summoning the deepest breath he’s ever taken, Eddie rises to his feet once again, feeling sure of himself this time. His hands smooth down his shirt and he clears his throat. When Eddie chances a look behind him, Steve and Robin are giving him two, technically four, thumbs up as a means of encouragement.

With newfound resolve, Eddie approaches the counter once again. You’re a flurry of motion, caught up in the demands of your job. A bead of sweat threatens to drip from your brow as you ensure that the whipped cream on top of the ice-cold beverage is the perfect amount.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice cuts through the ambient noise, a little louder than necessary to ensure that you’ve heard him.

You peek up at him with a grin in acknowledgment. “Hi,” Though his presence is noted, your focus is unwavering, determined not to let any more interruptions affect your efficiency.

Eddie’s knuckles wrap against the counter, a drumming that underscores his everlasting nerves when it comes to you. “What are you doing tonight?”

Powdered cinnamon dusts the air as you gently tap the kitchen dredger over the tower of whipped cream. The finely ground burnt umber falls where it’s meant to, rather than onto your apron. “I don’t have any plans, why?” You hand the completed drink to the awaiting customer beside Eddie, giving them a polite smile that’s a testament to your professionalism.

The act of biting the inside of his cheek does little to help Eddie relax. “Would you maybe wanna grab a bite to eat?” he hesitates for a beat, the thudding of his heart is on the verge of drowning out his voice. “I’ll bet you’ll have worked up quite the appetite by the time you’re shift is done.”

You sigh softly, mulling over Eddie’s offer. “I don’t know…” You say contemplatively while flipping the switches on the machine, causing it to roar to life.

Eddie holds his breath, every passing second heightening his senses.

“Okay, I suppose I will be pretty hungry,” you concede, your eyes nearly forming tears of stress as you accept the ever-present line of customers. “Early dinner at Benny’s?” You suggest with an inviting tone.

“Just like old times,” Eddie smiles so wide that it feels like the corners of his lips might split and bleed. “Yeah, that sounds perfect.” He offers to pick you up, which he’d truly rather not. That would mean that he’d be taking you out in his uncle’s jalopy. In Eddie’s mind's eye, he would pick you up in a sports car and rev the engine to the point where you’re pressing your thighs together to stave off the vibrations coursing through you. A man can dream.

“No, I’ll meet you there,” you assert, your voice firm with certainty. The authenticity of your smile bridges the previously placed distance between you. “Thank you, though.”

His knuckles leave one last sequence of knocks on the marble surface, a rhythm of pride and assurance. “See you later, then,” Eddie confirms, his tone dancing on the edge of excitement.

You nod. “Later,”

Eddie turns away and finds his friends with expectant gazes plastered on their faces, awaiting the verdict of the exchange. His smile hasn’t fallen in the slightest, his dazzling white teeth and flushed cheeks don’t go unnoticed. Eddie’s enthusiasm is palpable, his words coming out in a hushed rush. “She said yes!” he exclaims, trying to shake the blood back into his fingers as the tingling sensation bites at him. “It’s a date,” He adds in triumph.

Sitting at the mini kitchen table in Wayne’s trailer, the rusty metal chair squeaks under his weight anytime he shifts. He can’t even sit still, despite there being plentiful hours between now and when he’ll see you again. Eddie finds himself flipping through the scrapbook you put so much time into making the summer before your senior year. That particular summer holds such significance to him, a time when the days were endless, and the bond between you felt unshakeable.

Each photograph feels as warm and breezy as the one before it. Sunbathing on the shore of Lover’s Lake, your toes dipping into the water as you prepared to leap off of the dock. The memory is vivid—your skin glistening and energy positively radiant with innocence and naivety. One of the snapshots of Eddie is far less flattering. He’s captured with sharp tan lines, the contrast in tones creating the illusion of him wearing a white shirt, despite being topless.

Eddie bites down on his lip as he studies the photograph of you riding your bike in cutoff shorts, your t-shirt having met an equal fate. The wind tangled through your hair in a way that he wished he could with his fingers.

The picture beside it features the two of you together. Obviously, Wayne had taken on the role of photographer. You’re both posed proudly beside a tower of playing cards that you spent 45 minutes building card by card, on the very table that Eddie is sitting at. Both of you held your breath and didn’t speak a word to avoid knocking it down. Taped across the same page are watermelon and grape-flavored blow pop wrappers, unredeemed arcade tickets, movie stubs, and receipts saved from snack runs made on days that you were craving specific treats.

With the turn of a page, Eddie melts a little as he comes across the photobooth strips. It was necessary for you to sit on his lap in order for both of you to fit within the frame. He was able to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close as if there was anywhere for you to go inside the cramped box. Your arms encircled his neck and rested on his shoulders while you made silly faces at the camera, and even better, at each other.

Eddie recoils at the picture of him with red-stained popsicle sticks protruding from his mouth, immaturely imitating a walrus, of all things. You laughed so hard that you insisted on taking a photo, and as much as dislikes the image itself, he’s still eating up how delighted you were by his antics.

The moments that weren’t captured on film come flooding back just as vividly as if they’re pasted to the paper before him. Inhaling helium from balloons and laughing hysterically at one another is a night that comes to mind. He knew he’d never get sick of making you laugh. And that time when playfully tossing popcorn into each other's mouths evolved from being a fun game to a skill. Last but not least, Eddie reminisces about sitting in his van together with the windows down, sharing cigarettes and music as the cool evening air enveloped you both. The quieter memories are just as deafening as the amusing ones.

His life had its fair share of upheaval and dysfunction that seemed to pull him in all directions. Amidst the chaos, one constant remained. You. Eddie didn’t need more than that, you already made life worth living.

But, as life often goes, the sweet moments can become bitter in the blink of an eye. 

It was the night of your graduation party, a celebration meant to be an intimate gathering among close friends—you, Eddie, Robin, and Steve. But when Eddie pulled up to your parent’s house, a scene was unfolding before him that he hadn’t anticipated. The yard was dotted with clusters of students while the front door was revolving with people drunkenly coming and going. Inside the belly of the beast was even more lively.

Eddie hesitantly navigated the throngs of teens in the hallway, people he was sure that you weren’t even on a first-name basis with. He knew your house like the back of his hand but it felt foreign due to the sheer number of bodies dancing, running, and tumbling over. 

He was going to finally tell you how he felt, a declaration that had been building within him for some time. Eddie understood that you were out of his league, the unspoken boundaries dictating that best friends aren’t supposed to fall in love, yet he found himself helplessly ensnared by his adoration for you. For so long, Eddie was afraid of pressing his luck, and even more so, was in a state of constant disbelief that he was lucky enough to call you the most important person in his life.

Graduation marks a turning point in a young person’s life, a juncture where change is inevitable. Eddie was ready for change and he wanted his dreams to bleed into reality. He yearned to hold you without any limitations, to kiss you like he needed to in order to survive. It was time for a new chapter and Eddie hoped that when he turned the page, he’d get the girl he wanted more than anything in the world.

You were in the kitchen. Typically, he gets a kick out of the way you act when you’re that buzzed. Your joyful disposition under the influence of celebration and booze led to you being the most laid-back version of yourself. However, he was facing an unanticipated predicament. Eddie was trying to have a serious conversation with you at a rowdy party. His hands were trembling, and luckily, his leather jacket concealed the fact that he’d soaked the pits of his t-shirt.

“There you are,” Eddie hummed and stepped closer to make sure that you could hear him over the music and chatter.

“Here I am!” you giggled, your cheeks flushed and energy unreserved. “Isn’t this wild?” You motioned to the piles of assorted cups and bags of snacks scattered haphazardly.

“Yeah,” Eddie responded, glancing over his shoulder as he was jolted by a stranger bumping into him. “What happened to watching movies and ordering pizza?”

The trace of disappointment in Eddie’s tone might have been discernable to a sober individual, but in your inebriated state, it slipped under your radar. Your smile remained and you swayed. The movement was more so a result of your jelly legs than unenthusiastic dancing. “I know, but my parents went all out and invited our entire class! I guess they figured that throwing a rager was a good way to congratulate me,” You chuckled and took another burning sip from your cup.

Eddie leaned in, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” he pleaded. “There’s something I need to tell you.” The weight of his unspoken feelings was on the verge of suffocating him and the heat of the room paled in comparison to the fire in his belly.

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes ever so bright. “What is it?”

Given that you hadn’t budged an inch, that meant that the conversation was gonna happen right where you stood. Eddie tried to breathe steadily, knowing that he’d rehearsed this and he knew what he wanted to say. Unfortunately, the words had startled to scramble in his head. “You, uh- you know that you’re my favorite person in the whole world, right?”

“Of course, you’re mine too,” you agreed as you pawed at his shoulder before leaning back against the counter to make up for your lessening ability to stand up straight.

“I couldn’t ask for a better best friend-” Unfortunately for him, the timing couldn’t have been worse. The song that had been playing ended abruptly. “But I wanna be more than that.”

Eddie’s heart sank as his words hung in the air. The confession that was meant for your ears only was now released into the open, leaving Eddie exposed. A mocking laughter filled the air that the music once inhabited; Jack Carver, the asshole who’s had it out for Eddie since the fifth grade, was locked and loaded.

Eddie’s blood ran cold at the sound as it collided with his ears. His fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, his body tensing as he struggled to prepare himself for what was about to happen. 

Jack Carver’s taunting cut like a sharp blade, drawing a wave of laughter from the surrounding students with it. “Did everybody hear that?” he shouted with derision, “The freak wants himself a little girlfriend.”

Defenseless, Eddie clenched his knuckles as the walls began to close in on him. He knew it wasn’t over yet.

“There’s a reason you’re still a virgin, and you’ll die one, too.” Jack sneered.

Prior to that evening, Eddie had steeled himself for the possibility of rejection from you. He‘d surrender to the emotional blow to keep you as his best friend. But he wasn’t armed for the level of humiliation that Jack’s provocation brought down on him. It was the wounds of his childhood, the physical and emotional scars from years of being picked on, that were torn open. Jack always knew how to hit him where it hurt.

The tears that blurred Eddie’s vision shielded him from your pitying and startled expression. It all felt like a cruel twist of fate, a reminder that he was meant to be the outsider, forever on the fringes without someone to hold him close at night. As the laughter continued to echo around him, Eddie fled before the atmosphere could swallow him whole. Without a second thought, he shoved his way through the crowd and bolted out of your front door.

The night air hit him like a wall, cooling the hot tears that streamed down his scorched cheeks. Eddie stumbled to his van and slammed the door shut behind him. He leaned his forehead against the steering wheel and let out a shuddering breath, feeling like everything inside of him was coming apart at the seams. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut to clear his vision by forcing the pooled tears to flow and he raised his head back up. He saw you stepping off of your front porch, a concerned look branded on your features while you called out to him, searching.

At that moment, he decided that he was gonna show every single person who thought so little of him that he could be somebody. Eddie was going to outdo all of them and kick the expectation that he was going to end up in prison like his father, that he was going to be dealing drugs for the rest of his life, and that he’d always be trailer trash.

If Eddie could go back in time, things would have gone differently. But after chasing the California sunrise, he’d mastered the world of glamorous parties, adoring fans, and beautiful women. They threw themselves at him. He didn’t have to worry about rejection because he could have his pick, he had whatever flavor he wanted for the night. But no one satiated the craving he continued to have for you. No one laughed the way you did, no one understood him the way you always had.

You’d never have another moment together, he accepted that. And it didn’t matter anymore because he became the man. He didn’t have time to sit around and sulk about a small-town girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day. But despite putting his feelings in the rearview mirror, he daydreamed nonetheless. Eddie wondered what it would be like to show you the new and improved version of himself. He hoped that you’d be impressed. More importantly, did you listen to his music? Or read about his scandalous escapades in the gossip magazines that wove lies into the truth?

Even so, that night set him straight. It wasn’t going to happen for you and him. His only star had fallen, so he put all of his time and energy into making a name for himself. The songs on his albums are about living life in the fast lane and the thrill of the night. They’re about trashing hotel rooms and experiencing things he never dreamed he would because that’s what sells records.

But at home in his lyric notepad lays the songs of unpursued love, melodies about chances taken and lost. There’s one ballad in particular, its verses tell the story of him introducing you to his newfound confidence, something that you never knew him to have. It speaks of how he’s seen the world twice over, and yet, his favorite place to be is tucked away in the memories where things hadn’t changed yet.

Those heartfelt lyrics remain buried, never to be shared with the world. They’re a tribute to you, the unsung song in his life.

Eddie’s experience when it comes to the attention of women should, theoretically, render him immune to being nervous. Yet, he finds himself impossibly so. The source of his unease? You. This isn’t just anyone, you’re not just some chick. The late afternoon swings around and Eddie’s nerves are in full swing. He’s feeling just as anxious as he did the night of that party because second chances are rare for him. Eddie is acutely aware that this is very likely to be his last shot with you. This isn’t just any date—it’s your first date. The significance isn’t lost on him, and he’s determined to make it count.

Standing in front of Wayne’s bathroom mirror, Eddie attempts to wield the cheap razor to trim the edges of his beard. His curls, normally styled to perfection, look deflated and lackluster without his fancy shampoo and hair products to nourish them. The trailer park’s hard water isn’t doing his hair any favors when it comes to frizz either. As Eddie rinses away his beard trimmings from the basin, he exhales dramatically, watching his self-esteem swirling down the drain. He tries to remind himself of his good looks by reciting a silent pep talk. The thought of disappointing you, or not meeting your expectations, is something he can’t bear.

Eddie parks Wayne’s car outside of Benny’s Burgers and takes a moment to double-check his appearance in the visor mirror. He wants to make certain that he looks as decent as he can. This is the chance he’s been waiting for, this is for all the marbles. Unlike his usual casual encounters, where names and personalities go unlearned, this is different. Eddie has to earn your affection back.

He peers down at his fingernails, thankful that they’re still in good shape from his last manicure. Eddie mutters to himself, trying to get a feel for an appropriate greeting. “Hi, you look… pretty,” Lame. Frustrated, he twists the skull ring on his finger, adjusting it from its sideways position to face the right way up. “It’s so nice out tonight, but you look even nicer.” Eddie groans, banging his head back against the headrest. “Jesus Christ, Munson. Get your fucking shit together.”

With a thick swallow, Eddie steps out of the car and makes his way across the parking lot that crunches beneath his sneakers. As he enters the restaurant, he’s happy to see that this place hasn’t changed one bit. Eddie debates waiting by the door for you or to sit down for the time being. Anxiety wins, and he chooses the latter. As he strides across the room, he tries to keep his easily recognizable face relatively hidden. Eddie slides into the booth that the two of you always sat in. You spent innumerable Saturday nights sitting here, laughing and teasing, talking shit and venting about how high school felt so life or death at the time.

A soft chuckle slips out as he traces the initials that he carved into the table all those years ago. He grins, recalling how much you scolded him while he chipped EM into the wood with his pocket knife. Eddie absentmindedly fiddles with the lid on the ketchup bottle from the condiment caddy, lost in his own thoughts, until the restaurant’s door opens. His heart thumps madly as he watches you stroll in and scan the room until your gaze lands on him. Beyond his control, Eddie’s eyes are gleaming, overwhelmed with the privilege of being in the same room as you once more.

He stands from the booth as you approach, his legs acting with a mind of their own. Once you reach him, he’s not exactly sure what to do with his hands. He decides against offering a hug since you don’t initiate one. Eddie returns to his seat as you settle into the one opposite of him.

“Hey,” you greet him warmly, placing your purse beside you on the seat.

“Hi, there,” he replies, the red of his cheeks deepening as his hands go right back to fidgeting. Eddie clears his throat. “How was the rest of your day?”

“It was okay, nothing special,” you reply vaguely, your voice dripping with fatigue.

Eddie takes note of and appreciates the slightest bit of makeup you’ve applied since he saw you this morning, simply because it accentuates your natural beauty. It’s a small detail, but it doesn’t go unnoticed, and it warms his heart to think that you might have put some effort into your appearance to meet up with him. Or maybe he’s getting ahead of himself and you just don’t like wearing makeup at work. Regardless, just as a complement is about to roll off of his tongue, the table is approached by an old woman.

“My goodness, I remember you too!” She beams, clutching her miniature notepad tightly. “You’re all grown up now.”

You nod respectfully, clearly remembering her. Eddie, on the other hand, does not recognize her as quickly. It’s like he’s buffering as he thinks, and then his eyes widen, suddenly remembering that the woman is the waitress who always served the two of you every weekend. Holy shit, he thought she looked old back then but now she looks ancient. “It’s nice to see you,” He performs, trying his best to be a gentleman and show you that he’s good-natured.

“I’ll be right back, I know just what to get you,” She says sing-songy manner and bounces away into the back kitchen. Even after all this time, she still knows your orders by heart.

Despite the breath that you release, the hurt isn’t evident on your face. “Why’d you disappear on me that night?”

Your straightforwardness catches Eddie off guard, and he struggles to find the right words to respond. “Doesn’t matter why,” he begins, trying to deflect from the topic. He’d much rather you ask him if he has any pets or if he’s read any good books lately. “That was ages ago, what matters is that I’m not a pathetic loser anymore.”

“You were never a loser, Eddie.” You say looking into his eyes, reminding every fiber of his being that you always liked him for who he was. But just as quickly, your gaze drops. You always hated when he talked about himself that way because you thought he was a total catch.

Eddie’s gaze lingers on you, studying the shift. Slowly, the realization dawns on him that your hurt runs deep, possibly deeper than his own. Coming to terms with his self-centered perspective makes his chest ache. He was so consumed by his own insecurities that he never spared a thought for how his sudden departure wounded you.

You change gears with an almost perfected ease, smoothly transitioning from the heaviness of the subject. “So, Mr. Super Star, what’s it like being you?”

A chill is sent up his spine, uneasiness caused by how swiftly you just rebuilt your walls before his eyes. He bites anyway, hoping that your interest in his stories is genuine. “From the outside, it looks like fun but it’s nothing short of chaos. When you’ve got a show every other night, and a band wants you on their new album, and then someone’s throwing a massive party...” Eddie trails off, afraid that his rambling is coming off as braggery. “Anyway, enough about all that. How ‘bout you? How’d you end up working at Morningside?”

There’s a flicker of joy on your face that shows your appreciation for his desire to hear you talk about yourself. “I needed something part-time, I’m actually studying to be a-”

EEK! You both startle at the ear-shattering squeals of three middle school-aged school girls. They’re gathered around Eddie, borderline frothing at the mouth to be looking at and breathing the same air as him. They’re all talking a mile a minute over one another, asking for autographs, wanting hugs, and gushing about his music.

Eddie looks at you and he can’t quite gauge your reaction, your expression is practically unreadable. “One second, I’m sorry,” he sincerely apologizes, scooting out of the booth to greet the rabid girls. He figures that if he handles this interaction skillfully, they’ll likely leave both of you alone afterward.

As you watch him engage, you’re beyond disappointed. It seems like he’s more interested in the attention and adoration of his fans than he is in spending time with you. He should’ve just told them to go away. Now you’re certain of where his priorities lie and you should’ve known from the moment you saw his face this morning. He isn’t here to mend things, Eddie has less than pure intentions and you’re not going to wait to find out what they are.

While Eddie is busy giving the girls his full attention with his back turned to you, you seize the moment to slip out of the booth and quietly exit the restaurant. One of the girls is clinging onto him after a hug and he has to pry her off of himself. In doing so, he sees your hurried movement out of the corner of his eye. He half-heartedly thanks his fans and rushes after you, his mouth going dry as reality hits him like a freight train; he’s getting a taste of his own medicine.

“Wait up,” Eddie calls out to you, his chest heaving.

You stop in your tracks and turn to him with a hardened look on your face. “Why did you come here? Was it so you could show off how untouchable you are now?”

Eddie’s mouth falls open. “No,” he steps forward but you inch away. “Of course not.”

“Then what? Because I don’t even know why I agreed to come here. You’ve obviously outgrown Hawkins and everyone in it. I wasn’t good enough for you to stick around for, much less stay in touch with.”

Eddie’s heart breaks in two at the sunset reflecting in the glossy pools that have formed along your lower lash line. “You were always enough for me,” he says weakly.

You roll your eyes and your car keys jingle in your hand as you cross your arms over your chest. “Do you really expect me to believe that when it’s been nothing but radio silence for six years?”

“Yeah, kinda,” he snaps, suddenly feeling defensive. Memories of the night he left come flooding back and he’s transported to that place of feeling unworthy and inadequate. His chest puffs up and his shoulders tense. “At least I made something of myself. Can’t you at least be a little bit happy for me?

He immediately realizes that was a low blow, evident in the way the tears start pouring from your eyes. The hurt on your face cuts a deep pang in Eddie’s chest for his thoughtless comment. You’ve always been there for him, you were always in his corner for as long as you’d known each other.

You shrink into yourself, avoiding his intense stare as you crumble. “I am happy for you. It just sucks that I had to be forgotten about for you to get there. But I understand, I really do. You had to ditch this town to chase after what you wanted for your life, and that included leaving me behind too.” You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and sniffle.

Eddie’s tense posture relaxes and his expression turns sorrowful as he watches you fall apart from his wrongdoings. It hurts to watch you run a hand through your hair and wipe the mascara from below your eyes in an attempt to compose yourself. The sound of your fumbling car keys is like a thundering countdown in his ears, urging him that his time is running out before he’s lost you entirely. Eddie’s mind races as he fights the impulse to do something, anything, to make amends. “Don’t go,” he begs. “I’m sorry.”

You respond with your eyes fixed on inserting your key into the lock of the car door, your trembling hands making it difficult to do so. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yes I do,” he insists, getting as physically close as possible without crossing any boundaries.

The piercing glare that was previously on his face has found its way onto yours. “I disagree. You got everything you could’ve ever wanted.”

When your eyes meet, he can feel it in his toes. “I didn’t, though.” Eddie notices the inflamed veins in your eyes, hating himself for being the reason you’re crying. It’s an odd feeling, but a small, sad smile tugs at his lips.

The scoff from you hits like a slap to his cheek. “Let’s see,” you hold out your hand and begin counting on your fingers. “Expensive clothes, a massive house, I’m sure you have multiple cars. You probably have a personal chef-” All true. “For fuck’s sake, you have a private jet. What more could you possibly want?”

Eddie is terrified of making a move that might push you further away, yet he musters the courage to try to ground you with his touch. His fingers gently wrap around your wrist and both of you watch as he brushes his thumb over your veins. “I never got to have you,” Eddie’s voice cracks ever so slightly as he lays all of his cards on the table. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

A tear dribbles off of your cheek and splashes onto the pavement as your hands begin to interact with his.

You contemplate pulling your hand away, the heartache inching back into the forefront of your mind. “If you wanted me you would’ve been here all along.”

Eddie holds his breath as your fingers intertwine and your palms press together. “I’m here now, and I want you just as badly as I did back then.” His lips press a soft kiss to the tops of your knuckles and his teary eyes meet yours. “I was just a stupid kid who turned heel and ran when things didn’t go the way I wanted them to.”

“Yeah, you were,” you agree with a bite of your lip. “You didn’t even give me the chance to tell you that I felt the same way.”

Eddie grins, giving your hand a squeeze and another kiss. “Is there any chance that you still feel that way? Because I’m still stupidly in love with you.”

“I do,” you breathe with relief, swallowing the pressure in your throat. “I’m in love with you too.”

“Wanna be stupid together?” Eddie tilts his head at you, continuing to hold your hand to his plush lips.

“Yeah,” you giggle wetly, “I’d really like that.”

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Hii its me again the anon that asked for sensory representation! I was wondering if you would be able to write for sniper, scout, pyro and/or medic with a s/o who loves physical affection (isn't vocal about it until asked) but when the affection is not initiated by them, they tend to flinch or jump.

Basically unless s/o is the one to start the physical contact they get jumpy when someone else touches them. And they're not jumpy for any bad reason(like past abuse or anything) they're just not used to having someone else touch them affectionately.

Hopefully this isn't too much or too dark. This kinda reflects me, as in im not used to getting physical affection from others unless i start it.

Sniper, scout, pyro & medic with an s/o that likes to give physical affection

Sniper:

TRUST he will not do a thing without your explicit permission, he’s already internally worried about scaring you away.

So when you initiate contact, he won’t do it back unless he knows you’re aware he’s doing it + he KNOWS for a fact you’re okay with him reciprocating it.

He loves your hugs, but he will be warn you not to do it when his back is facing you.. he has a little PTSD and he’s constantly paranoid about being attacked from behind.

He will always expressly ask before initiating physical contact, whether it’s hugs, hand holding, cuddles, or etc.! He loves you terribly, and he thoroughly enjoys getting snuggly with you. Which he’ll remind you of, every single day.

Scout:

He doesn’t intend to forget about this, but he will here and there. Like he just gets.. so excited to see you, and he just loves you a bunch! All he wants to do is scoop you up and love on you!

But once you flinch, he gently lets go with a soft apology. He knows you won’t be angry at him about it’s but he is aware that he can be a little suffocating with his affections.

And while he’s incredibly relieved that your reactions aren’t a trauma-response, it still makes him pretty sad to think about you having such a lack of physical contact from other people. He literally thinks you’re the coolest person imaginable, (besides tom jones.) he doesn’t know how other people don’t think the same way as him.

But mid-way through your relationship with him, he’ll begin to keep himself more in check. Communication and verbally-set boundaries will become a must, he never wants to make you feel as though your boundaries aren’t important.

Pyro:

Very similar to scout, they LOVE physical contact in all its forms. And they may also forget from time to time you get a little jumpy at suddenly-initiated physical contact, but unlike scout, this will be a more rare occurrence!

Pyro will always return your affections in an instant, even kisses! though they can’t really kiss you with the mask on, they’ll just bump the snout of the mask on your lips or cheek.

As for initiating, they have their own way of asking without using words. Like holding their arms out for a hug, or showing you their hand to ask to hold yours, or pointing to their mask to signify they want a kiss.

Though in the rare instance you’re not wanting affection, no worries! they’ll back off instantly, 9 times out of 10 they’re just happy to be in your presence.

Medic:

The king of never crossing boundaries, every move he makes on you is carefully thought-out. And he’ll never surprise you with his touch, either by directly asking or giving you enough time to react before initiating contact.

His favorite way of doing so is after a long day of work, he’ll be at his desk and will open his arms out for a cuddle- just so you can sit on his lap for a little while, without the possibility of anyone bothering the two of you for a while.

That, or just laying in bed with you! he always likes to have you facing him while you cuddle, just so he can admire you. Despite the cheesiness of it all, he can be a really romantic guy given the chance.

He makes it his personal mission to make up for all the years you’ve gone without anyone seeking your affection, by giving you as much affection and patience as humanly possible.

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I'm going to list every sign of autism in the submas twins that I can think of for no reason other than I want to

1. Facial expressions

Probably what they're most famous for, neither of them seem to be able to control their facial expressions in a "normal" way. Ingo is constantly frowning and Emmet is constantly smiling. They're both canonically capable of having other facial expressions, but they always default back to these.

2. How they speak

Ingo. Shouts.

Need I go on? He's so loud and doesn't seem to have a cap on how loud he can possibly be at any given time. He's very enthusiastic, very loud and his voice is far more expressive than his face is.

Meanwhile, Emmet's voice is quite monotone. He's not noticeably loud or quiet, but he doesn't seem to put much expression into his words. He likes to repeat phrases over and over (e.g. "I am Emmet") probably in an effort to pad out sentences to make it sound like he's got more to say. He prefers to talk less than Ingo and is very direct and to-the-point, so he probably repeats things multiple times so that trainers he's battling don't feel disappointed if he has very little to say about their performance. This could also be a form of vocal stim considering he repeats specific phrases.

3. Their aesthetic

Okay yeah I admit pokemon trainers sometimes have aesthetics they stick strongly to. I.e. bug catchers, dragon tamers etc. But I'm yet to see any other character as dedicated to an aesthetic that doesn't centre around pokemon types as these two.

They are fully ride-or-die with their train aesthetic, which could very well be a hint that trains are a special interest for them both. So much so that they made the world's first Battle Subway, when every single other region has a tower instead. Neurotypicals could never.

4. Social cues

Emmet is infamously bad at social cues. He's seen multiple times in the manga very clearly walking up to two trainers having a private conversation and asking them to continue as though he isn't actively leaning over their shoulders and listening. Ingo has had to physically drag him away from these situations several times.

He's also so straight forward that sometimes people have to remind him to not be rude. While Ingo seems to have a better handle on social cues and politeness, Emmet is constantly saying or doing things that may make other people a little uncomfortable. Never with any malicious intent, mind you. He also rarely caters to people's feelings and simply states facts. For example, here's his dialogue upon winning his battles:

"I am Emmet. I won against you. But I think I just got lucky. In a Double Battle, if you misread one thing, the rest will be totally different. You know. Please win 20 battles in a row, and fight with me!"

"I am Emmet. I won against you. But this is not the end. I am sure you will show up here again. I will wait for it and win against you again. Because I am a Subway Boss. I am Emmet."

He's not being outwardly rude in either of these instances, nor is he congratulating his opponent on their battling skills, unlike Ingo who always makes sure to state how impressed he is with his opponent even when he wins. He is simply stating facts and encouraging his opponent to try again.

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about veneciano’s eyes (=ヮ=)೨☆

i generally dislike many psychological headcannons as they’re often uninformed or rely on misunderstood and stereotypical ideals of certain illnesses/disorders. it also comes at the risk of watering a character down into a slew of micro labels instead of focusing on all traits holistically. i personally find it more interesting when characters aren’t overly pathologized, but it’s all purely subjective when you think about it

that being said, i can’t help but think it’d be interesting if vene is prone to keeping his eyes closed due to some flavor of sensory processing issues or as a result of conflict, past or present.

i’ve seen a lot of takes on this trait and i like to think of it as just another enigmatic/unexplained side of him. see “The Bravest of Men (and Nations)”, a oneshot that is actually germany centric but acknowledges vene’s “strange (but beautiful) eyes” in a way that suggests he may be hiding certain emotions or insecurities by keeping them half-lidded or closed. i think it also suggests it’s just another peculiar part of him, which works well with germany’s constant attempts to make sense of vene in canon. he’s simply nonsensical, and that whimsy is part of what makes him such a great character. it’s been a bit since i’ve read that fic so take my comments on it’s subject matter with a grain of salt

i’ve seen several fics that portray him as blind, which makes sense due to his clumsiness. i could see him as being legally/partially blind as well. some have even speculated that his vocal tic might be a form of echolocation. but i prefer it as more of a purely vocal tic myself.

all of this eye talk gets me thinking about this

which kind of implies the general nation-public hadn’t seen his eyes open before. i was thinking of compiling instances of both of his eyes being open at some point... the most prominent ones i think of (not including any promotional material) seem be to associated with his curiosity, feeling content, and being surprised.

there’s also this one unfinished LJ fic from ages ago about a autistic-coded and especially eccentric vene spying on fireman!germany (??) while he showers from a neighboring apartment (???) as inspiration for his airport thriller novels (????) and i’m pretty sure there’s attention to his eyes in that one. he’s depicted as a little higher-needs (as in he relies on romano for some things despite maintaining his own apartment) and a bit agoraphobic/lacking in understanding of social cues, but still extroverted and well-meaning. i recall thinking it was cute, i’ll try to find it. but i’m getting off track

back to my original point, i think vene could reasonably have a combination of any of these things and we wouldn’t know because we rarely ever see things from his internal perspective.

we do know that he fawns a lot in order to diffuse situations and that he’s very prone to being nervous about how others perceive him, so the closed eyes also serve the purpose of shielding him from a multitude of things.

they also just make him look a bit silly, which i’m sure was the original purpose. he’s kept them open a lot more in recent years, and especially now that he’s impersonating his brother. i wonder if his eyes will give him away if germany manages to nab those sunglasses

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Villainous Violence and Purposeful Power: An Essay On Child Abuse In Superhero Stories

So I wrote an essay a while ago and posted it on my website here, but I figured all y'all tumblr girlies might enjoy it too, so I've decided to post it to the hellsite as well. Enjoy my angry ramblings <3 CWs: mentions and descriptions of child abuse, mentions and descriptions of murder, mentions of rape

There’s a trend I often see in popular superhero media that has always rubbed me the wrong way. Specifically, in movies and TV shows, superheroes, if abused as children, are rarely if ever abused by their biological parents. Supervillains, on the other hand, as well as many antiheroes and even some non-villain antagonists, often are. It’s a trend I first noticed in the TV show Daredevil, which premiered on Netflix in 2015 and can currently be viewed on Disney+, but since noticing it, I’ve been unable to stop noticing it in other popular pieces of superhero media. I’ve seen it in the Jessica Jones TV show, the popular Batman movie The Dark Knight, in other less popular characters from the Batman mythos, the first season of The Umbrella Academy TV show, and even in J. Jonah Jameson of the Spider-Man stories. Even when considering examples of heroes suffering child abuse, like Bruce Banner (a.k.a. The Hulk), something always felt amiss to me in these representations. So naturally, I decided to dig deeper.

It’s important to note that trauma has been used in superhero media as an inciting incident for both heroes and villains since the genre’s inception. Popular superheroes like Bruce Wayne and Peter Parker often become heroes due to witnessing the unjust death(s) of their caretakers or people important to them. Child abuse, however, is a very specific sort of trauma, and child abuse from specifically one’s biological/birth parents even moreso. Natasha Romanov/Black Widow of the MCU’s Avengers certainly suffers child abuse, but it’s not perpetrated by her birth parents—instead, she’s abused by the mysterious organization that created her as a living weapon. All the kids in The Umbrella Academy are undoubtedly emotionally abused and neglected by their father, but he is very specifically their adopted father. To reference yet another Marvel Netflix TV show, Danny Rand from Iron Fist does suffer from child abuse; however, it comes at the hands of the monks who rescued him from a plane crash, not his own parents.

In terms of villains being abused as children by their biological parents, on the other hand, there are quite a few that come to mind. Wilson Fisk from Daredevil is a prime example, suffering from emotional and implied physical abuse from his father, until Wilson kills Fisk Sr. by beating him to death with a hammer. Kilgrave from the first season of Jessica Jones is experimented on by his parents until he develops the power to control people with vocal commands (and then uses it to escape their grasp). Trish Walker from Jessica Jones—who, granted, doesn’t become a true “villain” until season 3—is abused in a multitude of ways by her mother and acting agent. Leonard Peabody, the villain of season 1 of The Umbrella Academy, has a physically abusive father who he, similar to Wilson Fisk, beats to death before being imprisoned for 12 years for the murder. Even the Joker claims to have had an abusive father in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight (though his actual past and the veracity of any of his statements in the movie are up for debate).

Even more interesting are the instances in which superheroes (or at least non-supervillains) are abused as children. The most notable, of course, is Bruce Banner, though this may come as a surprise to anyone unfamiliar with his character from the comics. After all, only one of the movies about him, Hulk (2003), really addressed the child abuse aspect of his past, and most movies about the Hulk aren’t very popular in the first place. Other instances include some members of the Batfamily, Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain, who both had fraught childhoods due to the actions and abuse of their biological parents, and J. Jonah Jameson, the notorious head editor of the Daily Bugle in the Spider-Man mythos (and a real piece of work), who, according to Wikipedia, had an abusive father who was also a war hero in the U.S. military. In the cases of Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain, both of these characters often vacillate between hero and villain status in the comics, and additionally, they have almost no appearances in popular superhero media (and certainly not as a main character). Jameson’s history is even more curious; his father’s hero status and abusive behavior towards his son and wife explains Jameson’s hesitation in fully believing Spider-Man is a hero, and yet in later editions of the Spider-Man storyline, it’s clarified that his abusive father is in fact his uncle and foster father (his biological father had to, quoting from the J. Jonah Jameson Wikipedia page, “leave his son behind for undisclosed reasons”).

Bruce Banner, however, I found to be a fascinating case study for this topic. According to the Wikipedia page for the Hulk, “As a child, Banner's father Brian often got mad and physically abused both Banner and his mother, creating the psychological complex of fear, anger, and the fear of anger and the destruction it can cause that underlies the character.” In the aforementioned 2003 movie, Bruce’s father tries to kill his young son, believing him to be a danger, but instead kills Bruce’s mother when she tries to stop him, causing Bruce to repress most of his childhood memories. In both instances, this abuse is considered one of the driving forces behind the Hulk, a monstrous, destructive, and very green force within Bruce Banner that reveals itself when Bruce becomes too emotional, excited, or angry. However, the Hulk is almost always considered a wild factor in situations, both out of control and often unable to be fully controlled. It is useful and even heroic, yes, and Bruce does manage to control it in some stories, but the Hulk is ultimately violent and destructive. That is what makes Bruce’s superpower useful. The Hulk is considered dangerous, volatile, and sought after by other violent factions like the military (and even, that one time, a gladiatorial ring). The result of Bruce’s abuse is a violent, uncontrollable, rage-filled monster, and only in controlling this monster can Bruce be considered a hero; otherwise, he is simply considered a threat.

Compare this to Wilson Fisk in the Daredevil TV show, who is depicted as a soft-spoken, deeply traumatized, and terrifyingly violent man in charge of a criminal empire. Wilson, like Bruce, has developed emotional and aggression issues as a result of his child abuse, and though he uses these issues throughout the course of the show to both his own benefit and detriment, he is always cast in the role of a villain. Additionally, Wilson only attacked and killed his father to stop him from beating his mother, and one possible reading of his character might be that both his need for safety and control and his drive to protect others are what drove him to become the leader of a criminal empire with the intention of reshaping Hell’s Kitchen.

What, you might ask, is the point of listing all these different depictions of abuse in superhero stories? To that, I ask you to examine the trend of agency in these depictions. In the case of those cast in more heroic lights (Bruce Banner, perhaps even J. Jonah Jameson), these children suffered from abuse but had little to no hand in stopping or escaping from that abuse. The more extreme the action taken to stop or escape the abuse, however, the more likely the individual is to be cast in the role of villain. Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain both ran away from their abusers, but the former was killed as a child, came back to life, and became a crime lord, while the latter eventually killed her own parents and then became a notorious assassin. In both these instances, Jason and Cassandra are cast as villains in their respective storylines. Trish Walker, though she doesn’t start out as a villain by any means, ultimately becomes one due to her desperation to prove she can save not only herself, but also others, due to her childhood abuse. Kilgrave develops his powers and immediately uses them to perform absolutely heinous acts, including repeatedly raping the main and titular character, Jessica Jones, as well as killing his own parents as an adult. And of course, Leonard Peabody and Wilson Fisk kill their abusive fathers as young children in brutal, violent ways.

Let me make something clear; I think the Daredevil TV show is a fantastic piece of superhero media. But it still falls prey to this trend I’m describing even in its attempt to deconstruct it. Wilson Fisk is not painted in a purely villainous light during the show, at least not for the murder of his father. Even though the heroic protagonist hopes to use this fact (once he discovers it) to put him away in jail, the other protagonists argue that Fisk was, perhaps, justified in his actions. Fisk is a character we’re meant to understand and even sympathize with; the juxtaposition of his motivations against the hero’s motivations are what make the story so compelling. And yet, Wilson Fisk is undeniably a villain, because even though his violent rages and desire to help others allowed him to save his mother, they have also led him to murder innocents in the name of creating a better Hell’s Kitchen. Despite his “good” intentions, he is a villain. He is the villain of this story. And the abuse he suffered at the hands of his father isn’t the reason he is considered a villain, but it is the driving force behind how he became one.

Perhaps it’s easier for people to give a backstory of child abuse to villains. Most people have no knowledge or understanding of what it’s like to grow up in a home where your parents, your birth parents, the people society claims should love and care for you and keep you safe, hurt and scream at and scare you. Perhaps these people cannot fathom how someone wholly good can be created in such an environment. In this way, attaching child abuse to villains is viciously puritanical in its narrative efficiency. When this is the story you see, the implied lesson is that good people always come from good parents (from “good stock”), and bad people come from those who are themselves bad. It is simple and easy to stick to the black and white tale of good vs. evil, hero vs. villain, to repeat (even unknowingly) the idea that good people beget heroes, and bad people beget villains. To show a superhero as flawed is compelling, and to show a supervillain as virtuous is revolutionary. In fact, even in today’s world of superhero story reimaginings (e.g., The Boys TV show, the Invincible TV show), it is far more common for heroes to live safe and healthy home lives before being thrust into their trauma, and it is far more likely for villains to have suffered abuse from their earliest moments.

I would argue it’s also more “tasteful” to write off those suffering from abuse as villainous if they kill their abusers. Suffering and being saved, like Bruce Banner, creates someone who could become a hero, as long as the emotional results of their abuse remain monitored and controlled. Suffering and daring to rise up, to take your power back from those who have hurt you and save yourself, on the other hand? That is the mark of a villain. Villains wrest power from those that hurt them with bloody hammers and bruised fists. And because in so many pieces of superhero media, heroes do not kill, they are doomed by that very action to be the villains of an inherently violent story.

It is a sign of great and unrealized privilege to write stories that center around violence and immediately villainize those that kill. Especially those that kill as children, and especially those that kill their abusers and tormentors. Superheroes have always been larger-than-life figures, bastions of hope and justice that people are meant to admire, so it makes sense that killing others would not be something they do with abandon. But these abused children were not killing with abandon. For those who have been abused by the very people society claims should love them, there are few depictions of how to survive such abuse in superhero media. Either victims of child abuse are meant to stay helpless and sad, props to be saved and then to be regulated and controlled lest their violent, traumatized urges hurt others too, or they are doomed to become villains from the start for daring to deliver a child’s justice to their abusers. After all, in these kinds of stories, killing is wrong, no matter what.

Perhaps now you can see why this would rub me the wrong way.

The world is not black and white. The world is not good vs. evil. It is a privilege to grow up loved and safe and happy and accepted, and most people don’t even realize this because it’s more common for that to already be the case. And for the world to be so safe and happy is a truly wonderful thing. But when the people who grow up without realizing their own privilege then saturate the popular superhero mythos with images of children murdering their abusive parents and becoming villains for heroes to fight, what do they expect to happen? What would you do if your favorite stories said your only two choices were “suffer in silence and control your violent urges” or “take action and become an unforgivable villain?” How is that message any better than the rhetoric used by abusers everywhere to keep those they hurt in line?

I implore those writing superhero stories to read this and think. Think about violence, about killing and murder, about abuse, in the stories you are crafting. Think before you create your heroes and villains, and have empathy for those who were, perhaps, not as lucky as you growing up. Think about the reality being created in your story, where problems can and are often encouraged to be solved with violence, and then consider what it means to villainize those who are violent and suffer violence from their earliest moments. Think about how you use abuse in your story, with your supers and their powers, between your heroes and villains. And think about why suffering abuse at the hands of your birth parents seems to be so different from suffering abuse at the hands of someone or something external, and why it’s alright for heroes to attack and target their abusers, but damning if villains do it to theirs.

Think about what it means to take your power back in a world where violence is not only commonplace, but a viable option for solving problems, and then examine why a child killing their abusive parent is considered a villainous act. Are you afraid of what children in this situation will learn if such an act is not considered evil?

Should you be?

#superheroes #marvel mcu #daredevil #bruce banner #wilson fisk #think piece #opinion piece #my post

[souryogurt64]

let me preface this to say i don’t like him either and think he’s mad annoying but i feel like you’re completely correct about the rewriting history thing re brendon and panic and just brendon in general. i think it shows how changeable bandom is and also the desire of fans to have a scapegoat to project anger towards instead of someone else such as their own faves who have also made missteps in the past related to any number of things. like i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone this universally hated except maybe bryar or morris though i feel like there have been instances where one person will just get continuous shit for awhile like it happened to pete in the late 2010s and we all know who’s in the midst of a scandal rn. brendon is an easy target also because he has bad aesthetics and people are embarrassed that they liked him during the 2010s esp i think a lot of new ryan fans. the same people also like to ignore that pete and patrick are good friends with him because pete is back in public favor (and ig patrick to some extent idk that he’s ever gotten true backlash for anything other than his adjacency to pete) because again it’s all about just having someone to direct hate towards even though a good portion of it is fairly deserved lol

Bandom is definitely really malleable and people ignore who is friends with who in favor of their opinions. I have been here for a long time and people's opinions of certain band members like Ryan or Mikey have fluctuated wildly.

However, I feel like the social justice elements of this stuff are very niche. There is a video on YouTube that is approaching a million views about Brendon's fall from grace and it barely talks about that stuff at all. The majority of time the video spends on that element are talking about vague "allegations" that point blank do not exist. But as a whole, it spends the most time talking about Panic! becoming cringe because of their sonic changes and High Hopes being licensed as Pete Buttigieg's campaign song.

No one on the street cares if Frank made an antisemitic joke in Instagram comments, but they sure care that High Hopes is annoying and doesn't sound like I Write Sins.

Overall, I think that when bands have to break up or go on hiatus due to public outcry or there is some huge scandal, it does not come out of nowhere and it is rarely actually about social justice. It's because the bands are falling apart, not selling well or sounding good, and burning bridges left and right so their fans are just mad. I tried really hard to demonstrate this in my 14k word essay about SWMRS and Burger, lol.

To use Pete as an example, Fall Out Boy had to push back MANIA, left their label and and went independent, and MANIA got the worst reviews of any Fall Out Boy album. Going back to Frank, MCR have been dangling a nonexistent album over their fans heads for 4 years now, which is approaching as long as they've been on hiatus and people are starting to get mad.

Comparatively, Brendon had a bunch of drama with Dallon who went on to start a really successful project. Also, from day 1 Panic have been surrounded by drama and scandals. I see a lot of people saying VLV was the lowest selling and there's been a lot about some technical/vocal issues on the last tour as well.

Also Brendon (and Ryan tbh) also seems to have a hard time behaving around interviewers. I honestly feel like this impacted how they are widely considered irrelevant and shitty by music critics, and I think this maybe also played a role in the missing press from the final album cycle.

Also, a lot of these bands have PR teams and management who can get control of this stuff. IDK what happens privately, but judging by what happened with Panic, Brendon seems to only want to be around yes-men and his "best friend" is on his payroll.

They also tend to have friends who are willing to go to bat for them publicly-- ie, recently when MCR and FOB fans got into a tiff, Mikey was onstage with FOB within 48 hours. When All Time Low and Gym Class Heroes announced a tour, it was announced the same day GCH were onstage with FOB. The way publications like Rolling Stone covered All Time Low thing is different than how it covered Burger. Etc.

Side note, I think Pete has always gone through periods of being the world's most hated, but in the 2000s things were just more honest and bitchy instead of everyone trying to moralize everything.

[marengogo]

CORONA BOREALIS: WonderBoy & The Wanderer [NamKook]

album on repeat - by Frank Ocean  [channel ORANGE]

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

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In order to write anything I write, as educatedly as possible, I need to ask myself questions and look for reliable answers, which is one of the many reasons why it usually takes me forever to post certain things (the other reason is that I’m just trying to “live life” and as I’m sure y’all know, sometimes: it’s exhausting). In the instances in which I don’t have a clear answer, I try to use the information that I know/have and try my darn best to make an educated guess, of  course, making you aware of it being such, and/or just try and speculate/imagine what could have happened and right about now, You must be thinking; “why is she telling us this?” …

Because this, Jungkook & Namoon’s, is a very rare, very memorable and very cute; What are the chances?! type of story. So as an empath might be easier for me, as I do the whole putting myself in people’s shoes a bit too much for my own mental health, but at times, like in this case, I don’t mind and I would like you all to take a big breath, clear your mind and start imagining with me.

Now, I’ve tried my best to find the correct timeline in which this series of events happened, but it all starts getting a bit confusing and lost in its own multiverse of madness as it would appear that JK auditioned for Superstar K3 in May 2011 and supposedly got into BTS April 2011 … so … I gave up trying to figure that out BUT what we know for sure is that at some point, within this “multiverse” a 14 year old Jeon Jungkook was so awestruck by a 17 year old Kim Namjoon and we know that he decided to sign with BigHit merely for a chance to maybe one day even just being able to talk to him as they would be part of the same label. That’s the mindset with which he entered BigHit, little did he know that eventually they would end up being together in the same team.

And this is where I need you to imagine, think about all 7 of them, or your bias, or any other singer, or person you admire in a field/profession you would like to pursue. Now, imagine not only getting to work in the company where this person is, but you getting to actually be assigned to work together. How do you think a young Jungkook felt? I apologise if I seem to be stressing this a lot but I strongly believe that most people do underestimate the impact that such a course of events might have had on JK. 

If you ask me, the reason why JK seems to be so happily ready to, for example, take pictures with fans, sign autographs and just be the exquisite person he is with ARMY and just fans in general, is exactly because he once was a fan himself and I he was (probably still is) lucky enough to get the most out of his “fanboying experience”. At some point, at the very beginning, JK might have had a bit of a puppy-crush for this amazing man (I mean I know I had at first getting into BTS, Namjoon was my initial bias …) but what Kim Namjoon ended up becoming to Jeon Jungkook is a role model, a brother, a friend and ultimately an alley.

At the same time, let’s imagine a 17 year old Kim Namjoon, having a 14 year old Jeon Jungkook, whom not only was supposedly going to be the one carrying their team vocally, as a lead vocalist, but also apparently had no qualms in letting him know that he looked up to him: NO PRESSURE. I can only imagine the thoughts that must have ran through his head from the moment they first met, which was strong to say the least (as Namjoon was in his underwear on the very first time they met, when Jungkook got into the dorm 😬) to the second he realised that his wasn’t just any ordinary kid. Namjoon realised pretty quickly that Jungkook literally put the extra in extraordinary and this was the kid that looked up to him. Once again: NO PRESSURE.

Let’s keep riding down this “what are the chances” Train and point out how they are both Virgos, 11 days apart at that. … There seems to be something about Virgos. Or maybe, there is something about these two particular Virgos. I have two of very important people in my life who are Virgo and where I would trust them with extremely hard and complicated decisions, I couldn’t for example trust them with easier and far less complex one, because Virgo are very practical in an almost annoying way; but I digress 😬. This particular pair of Virgos are such a perfect match emotionally and practically, it is almost unbelievable!

I know many may not see this at all but the truth is that Jeon Jungkook and Kim Namjoon are so freaking similar. “Similar?! How?!”, well, for one, they have a very firm and distinct concept of SELF. They may not think they are the people they wish they could be just yet (... will they ever? …), but they know exactly who they want to be and their ideal selves are plenty alike. For example, Namjoon is very known for his high intellect, JK on various occasions has expressed and tried to pursue being intellectually smarter. 

In the same way, to Jungkook’s dismay (LOL), he does being cute very effortlessly and successfully, Namjoon also is very cute, not sure maybe have clued in on this, but because of the person he has built for himself, it comes out as being contrasting and though he actually is naturally very soft he is not able to express as smoothly.  

In a very platonic and poetic way, they “complete” each other. They are both not so talkative but give them a topic they are fairly knowledgeable about (this is a huge territory for RM) or something they love and they will talk to no end. They are both very prone to tear up as well, I’m sure we all know about JK, but trust me when I tell you, Joon is also very easy to tear up. They are also both prone to share their musical discoveries amongst which are several queer songs and artists.

Honestly, JK couldn’t have wished for a better person to look up to and Joon couldn’t have asked for a better person to dote on. It’s funny because, even at their very core, they are also so similar. Even with One being this young man who can apparently do everything (hence WonderBoy) and the other being constantly on a search to better himself (hence Wanderer) they both have no idea when and how to stop, even though, as I mentioned, they know where they want to be; how complex is that?!

Ultimately, even though they might not hang out as much as the rest, they have a very deep understanding of each other and with each other and though there might have been a little period of healthy rivalry (from JK) and hovering concern (from RM) their thoughts and person are actually perfectly in sync.

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I really love these 2.

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

#ASKS #PART OF THAT ANON'S ASKS #NamKook #JK #Jungkook #RM #Namjoon #CoroBore

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hii Bpp !!

I read your post on jimin 💜 and wanted to ask your thoughts on taehyung too ?

I am a baby army from last year stumbling my way into their contents and with there individual ig Accounts I got the impression that tae is very aware of his image ? Kind of like jimin too but like he’s a lot more open and carefree about it ? What are your thoughts on him ??

Thank uuuu !!!

Anon 2: Hi BPP! Could you share some of your thoughts on Tae? He's the member I feel like I understand the least, and get some contradicting? vibes from, so I would love to hear your thoughts on his personality, performance, anything.

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Hi Anon(s),

I had a PSA on my old blog about how I speculate about the members, but for new followers, please note I write all I do about the boys knowing I could be way off base and completely wrong about them, but ultimately, I try to respect them as artists. With that out of the way, here goes:

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Performance and personality were specifically asked for so let's start there. :)

Tae used to get a bit of a bad rep for being weird and a bit alien-like in their earlier years... I mean, didn’t Yoongi at some point say in the beginning Tae was the member he understood the least? So Anon, you're not alone and you're not the only person who gets contradicting vibes from Tae.

He's a very simple guy. I think his fans consider him to be mysterious, reserved, unique and all that but I think Tae is possibly the member who acts most like a typical Korean man in his 20s. I think Taehyung, and to a lesser degree Namjoon, are the most 'Korean guys' in the group i.e. the guys who most act like many Korean men I know. The way he says things, the way he asserts himself... in the West, Tae would be a Chad who idolizes his dad and who spent summer breaks at his grandparents' cottage where he developed a love for jazz. He loves his dad and wants to be like him, said at one point that he wants five kids, he posts thirst traps as though he's aiming to get those five kids as soon as possible.

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Which brings me to anon's point of him being aware of his image. I agree. People might wonder why I say this given he's the guy who seems to care the least about showing facial hair, he often speaks and writes in a deadpan tone and is quick to tell off ARMYs/fans. He also seems to give the least fucks about what the company wants. All of these things are true and I think all of these things are qualities he's meticulously curated into his idol identity. When we add the fact he's the most conventionally handsome guy in the group, and that he's reminded of this as often as in every Bangtan Bomb, one can't blame him for also playing into that.

In terms of positives, something I like about Tae is how casually candid he is - he's not the type to fake it for long. Example: BTS Festa 2016 (timestamp: 21:03 - 25:00)

(The way Joon looks at Tae here gets me every. single. time. He was like "Tsk, this messy mf.")

Jimin stands out. Let's be frank. Festa 2016 was filmed sometime in the spring of 2016, BTS had done their Perfect Man cover with orange-haired Jimin the previous December. It was the '3:33 man in Fire MV' era. BTS were about to begin preparing for Blood, Sweat & Tears and the Wings comeback later that Fall. Jikook were jikooking like crazy in 2016. Jimin was preparing for Lie.

It was 2016 and Jimin stood out. All the members saw it, I think all the members felt it, but Tae was the one who actually voiced it (in an arguably petty/bratty/passive aggressive way but yeah). Btw, the way they all navigated this instance is one of the things that back then made me think they'd go far. But bringing it back to Tae, over the years he's become more refined in his delivery, but he still just says and does what he wants and rarely holds back. They're all a bit like this, but Tae really takes it lol. I like how simple Tae is in that way. He's probably the most predictable person in the Maknae Line.

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Musically, I've come to really appreciate Tae's vocals. They've developed beautifully and I enjoy listening to his verses. His solo music debut is going to be a real force, I'm nearly certain.

On his dancing, I've said before that I think Yoongi is as good a dancer as Tae is, if not better, and that in my opinion Tae seems to do more dancing with his face than his body. I still think all of this is true, but I also think it seems to work for him. He's already a pretty good dancer but because he's a bit ambitious, I think he's preparing to showcase himself in a difficult choreography for his solo releases. Maybe he'll put aside his trademark 'laidback' dancing for something more intense.

We'll see. :)

#ask #taehyung only

[payphoneangel]

HEHEHE 4 & 5 for Sam, 9 & 10 for Dean, and 14, 15, & 18 for Cas >:3c

Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for them

DOHOHOHOH OKAY HELL YEAH

Sam (given the nature of these two i'm gonna b a little horny abt it lol) 4) Best places to kiss on their body: uhhhh first and foremost his cute lil pointy nose!! give that bad boy a hearty ~chu~ But if the kisser wants to really feel how they're affecting him I would say go along the jawline. He carries a lot of tension in his jaw and it would be fun to feel how that tension lessens/intensifies by being smooched. (Spicy version) I think starting at the hip and kissing down the V of his abdomen would be fun for all parties involved. 5) Guilty pleasures: Now this one is very fun bc has his whole obsession with purity and being 'clean' so there's a lot of things he doesn't allow himself to do. I def think one of his guilty pleasures is that he likes Chick fil a. He knows they're a super shitty homophobic corporation and he KNOWS he shouldn't support them AND a lot of the food on the menu is 'unhealthy' and something he can't eat bc of [insert w/e diet he's on this week] but he loves it. OH, how he loves it. It's his comfort food. He likes their special sauce and even when he tries to make it himself it never quite tastes right so he will occasionally buy food from there and then feel awful about it for like 3 days afterward. (Spicy version (warning for mentions of SA)) Ok so I think Sam has a lot of weird hangups about sex. Particularly, he feels weird about subbing. I do think he enjoys it, but where the guilt comes in is that he doesn't feel like he should enjoy it because of the ways in which his bodily autonomy has been jeopardized. It feels very strange to him to derive pleasure from a situation that resembles a context in which the circumstances were very dire for him. I think it's scary for him to give up that sense of control, but even scarier that he actually enjoys it. Since Sam has been known to diminish and trivialize his own trauma, I think subbing might make him slip into a spiral about if he 'actually was assaulted' bc if he enjoys it here how bad were the times when he was forced to submit to someone? I think he has a lot of trouble acknowledging himself as a victim, and I think enjoying subbing would make him think himself a """bad victim""" if he doesn't actively work to get out of that mindset. Because of that, I don't think he subs often, and only with someone he really really trusts, but I think he does really enjoy it and can even derive some catharsis from it.

Dean 9) Humiliating memories: ooooooooh ok now this one is a little tough bc Dean is constantly tormented by The Shame so it's hard to pick out a specific instance where he was definitely humiliated buuuuuut in my personal headcanon one of the most impactful times is his first solo hunt. More specifically, the situation leading up to Dean's first hunt. I mention it here, but essentially, John catches on to Dean having feelings for another boy, which scares the hell out of Dean. After disappearing for a few days (leaving Dean alone and sick to his stomach with anxiety for John's total lack of a reaction) he comes back to the motel, picks Dean up, and tells him to go do a salt and burn of two dead gay nuns. He does, but also internalizes the message John is sending: this is what happens to people like you. John picks him up afterward and never directly says what he's referring to, but tells Dean, "you need to be careful and not be selfish. Your stupid decisions could get you or even Sammy hurt." That, of course, makes Dean feel so astoundingly horrible, he can barely respond. It's why I am in the camp of 'Dean is painfully aware of his attraction to men, but rarely acts on it/never vocalizes it.' bc ^this memory, coupled with the homophobia of the 90's/00's makes Dean very wary of how he carries himself and the kind of """negative attention""" he wants to could attract, and how that could endanger himself/other people around him. 10) Fears/phobias: ok this could couple nicely with the thing i just talked about above but instead I'm going to go in an entirely different direction: DEAN IS (or should be) SCARED OF DOGS. It's honestly pretty wild to me that this really isn't touched on in canon. One of his most significant/narratively impactful deaths is when he was mauled by Hellhounds, and consequently dragged to Hell for 40 years. Canon like, farts in this direction sorta in s6 but it's really not talked about. Homeboy got sliced and diced by dogs!!! He should have some residual stuff about that!! Also I think it would be a point of contention between himself and Sam, Known Dog Lover. It's also why i'm team 'fuck that dog' from the finale. Although, it could be cathartic for him to have an esa/therapy animal be a dog, to rebuild trust.

Castiel 14) Ingrained habits/forces of habit: this one is SO fun for him bc there's so many possibilities with him being an angel. I think this manifests a lot as physical ticks/quirks from being an angel in a human vessel. I think a 'force of habit' of his is literally breathing. He really only needs to breathe in order to talk, but I think in early seasons he catches himself doing it all the time, as a leftover instinct from his human vessel. Later, he catches himself mirroring Dean's, Sam's and other people's breathing as he starts growing closer to humanity, before eventually just adopting breathing all the time. I think it also takes him a long time when he's human to get used to moving at a human speed. If he realizes he needs to go somewhere, his first thought is to fly, and he often has this moment of "why am I not there yet?" before realizing he needs to physically move his human body 🙄🙄🙄 I also think it would be really fun if, especially after first obtaining a vessel, he often speaks quietly because he is used to overwhelming humans with his True Voice. 15) What it takes to make them cry: 🤔🤔🤔 I think Cas is like, a medium-frequency crier (order of most to least likely to cry imo is Dean, Cas, Sam). I think he IS a happy crier and that's what most often causes him to cry; being overwhelmed by positive emotions (i.e. love for his family). I don't think he's normally an angry crier but I do think that when Jack died he should have 1) gone completely silent and stone faced 2) leveled like an entire forest in grief-induced rage and 3) broken down in full on heaving sobs in the middle of all the destruction. 18)Things they’ll never admit: OUGH THIS ONE IS SO JUICY FOR HIM. SO SO JUICY. This one stumped me a bit at first because Cas is a very honest person who normally speaks his mind. He's also pretty self aware. BUT the thing that Cas will never admit is that he kind of revels in being The Universe's Greatest Fool. Like, he's the Angel that Fell in Every Way Imaginable!! He betrayed all his kin and fucked up The Father's Great Narrative, all because he fell in love with a stupid human!! A Bug, Even!!! A BUG WHO DOESN'T LOVE HIM BACK (he does, but, well, see above). And he does it, over and over and over again. He always chooses humanity; he always chooses Dean. The thing is, there's a part of him that feels really comfortable in that idea of ceaseless devotion without acknowledgement; without reciprocity. Of course, it's familiar, but on top of that, I think there's a part of him that still houses guilt for going against his programming. We know he was lobotomized countless times; certainly there's residual feelings about straying from his designed path? And I think it's easier, in a way, to wallow in this self-pity, then to actually attempt to vocalize his wants and ask for what he needs. So, essentially, he fell and he feels like he needs to be punished, and the best possible punishment is for his one true desire to be something he can never obtain, because he doesn't deserve to have what he wants. Anything else feels foreign.

#vinny answers #that was fun #shit got heavy but like. this is a drama tv show so #also to anybody reading this please lmk if you want me to tag certain triggers

[bisluthq]

I’m the anon who compared Harry to Adele… I’m an opera trained singer 😂

And I’m actually doing a disservice to Harry (and Dua and Abel) because while Adele’s tone is very pretty she has some of the worst technique in mainstream music. Or at least she did until 25 era. She strained so badly she bled… She sounds a lot more healthy now but she has barely sung live so I can’t say for sure exactly how much better she got.

Yeah, 1D Harry’s vocals were almost as bad as Adele’s 25 vocals (technique wise) but I have listened to a lot of Harry live and I know he FOR SURE has improved a ton. Harry has one of the craziest vocal ranges in pop mainstream currently. He’s like, two notes away from four octaves.

To give people who aren’t familiar with it a brief intro to vocal ranges, there are 7 notes (from A to G) in each octave, and then a bunch of semitones in the middle. An octave is measured, for instance if you go from E3 to E4. The highest the number, the highest the notes.

In pop music men are usually Baritones (rare, lower range) or Tenors (more common, upper range). Women are usually Contraltos (lower range) or Sopranos. There are middle ground vocal ranges, for men it’s usually called Baritenor (though it’s not an official official vocal range) and for women it’s called Mezzo-Soprano.

Harry is usually rated as a Baritone/Baritenor. By range he’s definitely a Baritone, because he can go as low as Bass vocal ranges (Bass is a low low LOW vocal range usually reserved for Acapella and Opera). But the fact is that he can also reach most Soprano notes (mostly via falsetto) so people tend to place him as a Baritenor because it reflects his range a little better.

Harry’s range: D2-B5

He’s 2 notes away from four octaves (which would be D6 and literally INSANE for a man, let alone a Baritone). If I hadn’t heard him sing in that range myself I wouldn’t believe it. There’s this great website that breaks it down here.

So “he can’t reach Adele’s high notes” lol yes he can. His range is actually a semitone HIGHER than Adele’s (who’s a Mezzo-Soprano), but while Adele sings those high notes with her chest/head voice, Harry has to resort to falsetto for a lot of them, because duh, he’s a man, and a baritone at that. In contrast, though, Adele absolutely cannot reach his lows. In the website I linked above, the notes highlighted in blue are falsettos and the others are head/chest voice.

Adele’s range: B2-B♭5

She’s a semitone away from three octaves. Here’s the breakdown of her notes.

Ariana’s range: D3-E7

Ariana is a Soprano, obviously! She has a range of four octaves and 1 note. Some debate she can go as high as F#6. Her breakdown.

Taylor’s range: A2-D6

Soprano. She actually has a great range (three octaves and three notes). Her problem is that she’s pitchy and her voice is quite thin. Her tone can also get a little grating. While she has better range than Adele (and also, better technique, she strains A LOT less). Adele has better pitch, a richer tone, a fuller voice, and is a great belter. Those characteristics are the ones that give the illusion that Adele is a great singer. This is Taylor’s breakdown.

Harry got a lot better at the straining thing, he was absolutely TERRIBLE in 1D. Like, painful to watch him sing. I’m glad he didn’t do permanent damage but he was very lucky. He hits falsettos and high notes with zero straining now, which I give him kudos for. He has good enough breath control, can belt very well, and has GREAT pitch. I watched a specific performance of his, I think it was a few weeks ago, where the sound board was all over the place and he clearly couldn’t hear himself through his in ears. He performed his new songs anyway, and hit every note. I can’t overstate how hard this is.

That said, he’s far from being the best singer in the industry. I just really admire a growth story. I feel the same way about Niall Horan, though curiously enough I was never a 1D fan. Niall was actually painfully bad, and not just in a technique way. His range was less than 2 octaves, and his tone was GRATING. He improved so so SO much that I almost wanna place him higher than he deserves from that alone.

It’s not easy to improve your vocals once you’ve reached adulthood! It’s hard. If anything they tend to get worse. It’s why I commend Taylor so much for working so hard. She didn’t have to! She was already at the top of the game and it can be frustrating to work on this kind of stuff. I still think there’s room to improve but that doesn’t mean she didn’t already!

I love Miley’s voice btw, since you mentioned her. She has one of the most uniquely beautiful tones in mainstream music, she has a very good range, she tends to be very on pitch, and her voice is very very full. But she does have some technique issues.

When I point out technique issues so much, it’s for a reason. Technique issues can cut your entire career short if you don’t tackle them. Look at Mariah!

A voice that I don’t see credited nearly enough is Gaga’s. My god that woman has some of the best technique in music!

God this was an essay, sorry! I’m just very passionate about this lol

Thanks for this breakdown!

#nat talks music stuff idk

[thepavementsings]

Cheerleader Pierre (Extended Version)! 

#I was feeling insane about this the other day bc well. Im unwell. So I went to find the whole version of the interview #And this extended part!! #I hope for him!!! #I hope for me as well!! #knowing that theyre in direct competition with each other but still wanting the best for each other #Pierre saying his battles with Charles are always his favourite and that he relishes in it #ils se connaissent par couer #etc etc #this is an instance of him being vocal about it which is rare so I love it sm #but #i think he isnt like charles he isnt always vocal/public/obvious about his support/care #again. i think Pierre shows how much he cares and values people is through the time he spends and memories he creates with them #trying to at least have one vacation together throughout their careers in different series. him and his family brining charles into the fold #how excited he was about their battle in baku #every. single. parade!!!! #but the quality time is what matters for him the most #also this re: gio and daniil I have LOTS to say about this part of Pierre #sorry he's everyone else's side character but he's MY main character #and there are parts to his characterization that are missing and KEY!! #pierre/charles #pierre #pierre gasly

[wilt1ng]

The Collector: Asa Emory Headcanons

I have Asa Emory brain rot, so what's better than to write about it?

These are primarily opinion (some fact), and just for fun! Requests are on. ♡

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Asa is canonically blind(?) When doing some research on the first movie, "The Collector", I stumbled upon an interview with Asa Emory's original actor; Juan Fernandez. In it is quote;

"At what point do you think or did you decide that The Collector knew Arkin was in the house?"

JF: "The Collector ALWAYS knew that somebody was in the house. Talking blind again think of Al Pacino in Scent Of A Woman, his moves, the way he smells, The Collector was the same. The Collector was blind and a blind person knows – they have a sixth sense. You think that’s he’s going to go inside the house and he’s not going to know from the smell or the air changes that there is someone in there – then he wouldn’t be The Collector."

[I'm not sure if this carries into the second movie??]

Asa Emory has some heavy daddy issues. On his wiki page it explains how The Collector came to be; how when Asa Emory was a boy his father went insane due to digesting chemicals meant for taxidermy, killed his family, stuffed them, and placed them around the table for Thanksgiving dinner. Asa was the only survivor, however the experience warped his mind.

In the first movie "The Collector" when Asa is about to discover Hannah (the hidden child), Arkin (Mr. Badass) yells profanities/insults at Asa in order to get his attention. One slur catches Asa's attention in particular; being the "F" slur. It VISIBLY pissed him off, so it's safe to assume his father used this word often when referring to his son.

Humans <<< Bugs/Insects; Self explanatory for the most part. He will treat bugs with more respect than any of his victims.

Asa Emory taking interest in you is a fate worse than death.

Every so often he kidnaps a "lucky" lady to which he keeps around. In the sequel "The Collection" it is shared to the viewers that Asa has kept a young girl named Abby. Abby vocally expresses how she is the "Collector's favorite" and how he has taken a liking to her.

I theorize that even Asa can get lonely, occasionally seeking another person to which he has full control over. Regarding his type; I believe he likes the "pretty girls". The dolled up and innocent ones catch his eye. He most likely goes for the easier to manipulate girls, the ones without a flame to tame, and the ones who appear weaker.

"Pretty... pretty girl."

I imagine Asa's voice as being very husky and low from lack of use. It's a very demanding voice; he's able to provoke fear just by speaking, although he prefers not to around victims especially.

Regarding words, The Collector doesn't use them often. I mean, who does he have to talk to? But every so often; when he wishes to express himself verbally, the sentences may be short.

"Sit."

(Rare instance of Asa being nice)

"Sit... please."

The Collector never kills without a performance.

In the first movie, Asa's movements reminded me of a predator; a black panther to be precise. He moved in a calculated manner with a sort of swiftness. In the second movie, I feel as if we're introduced to a more brutish side.

If Asa discovered a tattoo of an insect on one of his victims I can imagine one of two things happening.

He carves the tattoo from their skin to where he dries it, preserving it similar to leather.

They strike his interest, for better or for worse. Maybe he keeps them around to replace Abby.

BONUS: Asa discovers your tattoo of your favorite insect and it becomes his new nickname for you.

"My little dragon-fly."

#slasher #slashers #asa emory #horror horrormovies headcanons billylenzheadcanon #headcanon #the collection #the collector #imagine #horroredit #horror movies #horror #thriller

[dissociativedaydream]

NSFW Alphabet - Hondo Ohnaka

Tags: NSFW (18+ duh), talks about kinks and headcanons: agrexophilia, dom/sub relationships, and other kinks please use your discretion.

NSFW below the cut

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Hondo can be pretty selfish sometimes so it’s not uncommon for him to skip over aftercare and go right to sleep after. Granted if in a long-term partnership and his partner brings it up he’ll make an effort to do better.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hondo is pretty proud of his overall appearance and he’d have a hard time picking just one part to be proud of. On his partner though, would definitely be their ass. If they’re within arm’s length there’s a good chance he’s grabbing it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Weequay cum is pretty similar to human cum though a bit more translucent in color.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hondo is a switch so as much as he likes dominating he also likes being dominated, a fact he’d like for his crew to not know.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hondo is a lot of experience with all species and all genders.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Usually, he enjoys laying back and letting his partner do most of the work. He takes the time admiring their body while they ride him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Hondo has a good sense of humor in the bedroom, whether intentional or not, which has lead to a few instances of activities being interrupted with laughter.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Hondo is pretty well-groomed for a pirate, not shaved mind you but clean and maintained.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

As somewhat selfish he can be in bed when it comes to his significant other Hondo is a little bit of a sap. He’ll be the most vocal with his praise and compliment his partner in the moment than any other time.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Hondo isn’t picky with his partners so he usually doesn’t need to jack off. If he was committed to a partner though he’d jack off while away from them pretty frequently due to his high sex drive.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Agrexophilia - The idea of someone hearing/watching while he fucks his partner turns him on that much more.

He also likely had some sort of degradation kink, he did date Aurra Sing after all.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He doesn’t care if it’s in public, if people are around, or if he’ll get in trouble. If his partner is down, he’s all the way down.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn Hondo on, a well-timed smirk is usually all it takes. But if his partner wants to really see him go wild, they’ll dress up in a scandalous outfit of sorts while around him and his crew.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not much that Hondo won’t do as long as parties have given consent beforehand.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves getting head, there’s been a few times he’s had his partner’s sucking him off under the table while getting briefings from the crew.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Hondo isn’t a guy that takes things slowly. His pace is usually fast and usually sets a brutal pace when he’s on top.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

The man loves him a quickie so much so that a long drawn-out session is pretty rare.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

All this man does is take risks, in work and with sex. Whether that’s just experimentation, risky play, or just the risk of being caught - it makes it that much more fun for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Hondo doesn’t usually last very long per round but can go for multiple.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fair amount of toys though it’s mostly to use on his partners rather than himself. Though he’s not entirely opposed if his partner wanted to use any on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, even if sometimes it falls flat on his partner. But he also loves it more if his partner teases back. Mutual teasing nearly almost always ends with loud sex.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Hondo is loud in everyday life, he’s going to be even louder during sex. Especially because he wants his entire crew to know he’s screwing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Weequays are able to orgasm without ejaculating, basically built-in birth control.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Weequay skin is pretty leathery and their dicks probably aren’t that different so all their dicks are pretty smooth compared to other species. Hondo’s cock is large in both length and girth which makes up for the lack of texture.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is pretty high, when he’s not able to fuck his partner he’ll masturbate just about daily, if not more.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, more so if his partner falls asleep next to him.

#hondo #hondo ohnaka #hondo x reader #hondo ohnaka x reader #clone wars #clone wars imagine

[theji]

Can Wang Yibo Sing?

Of cos he can!!

I’ve been meaning to write about this topic for a while, after seeing way too many comments about Yibo’s singing on Weibo, YouTube etc. Accusations of him lip syncing etc. Of cos most of these are by antis, which shouldn’t matter, but it bothers me that he’s being misunderstood

Disclaimer: I’m not a professional musician, just someone who was in the choir for about 5 years and spent my teenage years watching way too many singing competition reality TV shows.

Objectively, Yibo is not a great singer but definitely a competent one. While he identifies as a rapper, we can’t discount his years of training in Korea. For sure they have lessons on things like vocal control, techniques, etc. By virtue of him being a rapper, he has good breath control, stamina, sense of rhythm, clear diction. Which are especially evident during his live song+dance performances. After all, for him to be able to sing/rap while dancing, it takes a lot more effort and skill, as compared to standing stationary on stage. Heck, he even rapped while suspended in air. These abilities all form the basis of singing and shouldn’t be disregarded.

Now, back to his vocals. I would consider Yibo to be a baritone - his vocal range falls between mid-low notes. Compare that to XZ, whom I would classify as a tenor. Some parts of vocals can be trained but part of it is just inborn. The implication is that he has a narrower vocal range and is unable to sing very low notes; neither can he belt the high notes. He also tends to use more of his chest voice so sometimes he doesn’t project his voice very well. I’ve also not observed him using much techniques like falsetto when he sings.

And that’s perfectly fine. Disregarding these, he actually has a nice voice. Very clean and warm and soothing. It just means he would sound better singing certain types of songs, within a certain vocal range. Songs that don’t fluctuate too much in terms of key. 

I present to you Exhibit A:

Considering that this was spontaneous and sung live without any music, Yibo did really well. He sounded really good here. If you compare it to XZ’s segment, you can clearly tell the difference in their vocal range and voice projection. But the point isn’t to compare but rather, to show that different singers have different vocal range and abilities and shouldn’t be measured by the same yardstick. 

From past interviews it’s clear that singing isn’t an area that Yibo is particularly confident in. He knows he has limitations. Now, instead of debating on whether Yibo can or cannot sing (nothing is rarely so black and white), I want to focus on how he has improved over the years. Which he clearly did. 

Check out this clip of Yibo’s cover of Hebe Tien’s Xiao Xing Yun for a DDU episode in 2017. Here, he sounded ok but a bit flat and pitchy, especially when it came to the lower notes. But he can definitely carry a tune.

Unlike XZ, we don't see Yibo in that many public performances where he gets to sing. For the purpose of this post I'm not looking at his dance+rap performances cos it's not an apple-apple comparison.

In 2019, we were blessed with classics from CQL - Bu Wang and Wu Ji. Which also brought about many public performances. Comparing these two, more often than not he sounded better when he was performing Bu Wang, cos that song fits better with his vocal range and is more ‘even’. I’ve noted that he has the backing track on during his Wu Ji performances across the various concerts. Probably cos he wasn’t very confident since Wu Ji is a more challenging song. If you compare his parts with that of XZ’s in this example below, you can clearly hear the difference in the sound quality. XZ didn't have the backing track for his portions, which is also why some people commented that Yibo sang better because his voice sounded more similar to the studio version. (Side note: this is something that I really admire about GG. He always insist on singing live even when he's not feeling well). But nevertheless, even with a backing track, it can still be considered live singing to a certain extent. It's not the same as lip syncing. And I think Yibo did pretty well during those concerts and fan meets, even though there were still pitchy moments.

Xi Wei in 2020. I thought it was a good performance. He sounded more stable and hit all the right notes. I recall during this performance there was quite a bit of online chatter saying that he lip synced. They said he was holding the mic too far away but it's actually pretty common for singers to pull the mic away when projecting their voices during the higher notes so as to equalise the volume. Part of the reason could be also about the pitch. To be fair I couldn't tell for sure from the online clips whether or not he had the backing track on but he definitely wasn't lip syncing. He also sounded better compared to CQL promo days. FYI I used the fan cam version here cos the audio is more obvious.

And then we have Longing for Glory earlier this year. More power in his vocals here. I also thought he seemed to be getting more confident in his singing performances.

TL;DR: While Yibo has a limited vocal range and lacks certain singing techniques, he can definitely sing. With the right song, he would be able to sing beautifully. For instance, Dear Mom, We Stay Together and his newest song. More importantly, he has improved over the years and I think that's something that shouldn't be overlooked.

Ultimately, at least to me, I don't see Yibo as just a singer or dancer or rapper. He is a performer and a great one at that. Vocals are just one part of a performance so I think people shouldn't just focus on whether he can or cannot sing. And stop accusing him of lip syncing. We can't deny his charisma and stage presence. Every time he's on stage, he shines brightly.

I'm looking forward to more songs and singing performances by Yibo, either his own single or from his upcoming dramas.

And finally, ending off with this clip of Yibo's DDU performances over the years. The boy can sing, ok?

#Wang Yibo #DD can sing #antis be gone

[stars-self-ships]

Y'all wanna see how hard I can gush over Centaurworld?

First of all... wow. Ever since I had made that post about expressing interest in starting Centaurworld when the weekend rolled around, I literally could not wait until Friday night to eventually sit down and watch as much as I could until I knew I had to get to bed. I was growing more and more intrigued as to what the show held, and knew full well that, worse case scenario, that I would think Centaurworld would be 'just alright'.

Centaurworld is phenomenal, and I'm not even done with it.

As I'm writing this, I'm halfway through the series, being on the fifth of the ten episodes of the first season. With that being said, I ask anybody who intends on interacting with this post to please not spoil anything, as it's super rare that I not only find a modern animated series that I like, but am as invested in it as I am.

Centaurworld tells the tale of a warhorse named Horse that is separated from her rider after a near-fatal fall. Somehow, Horse is transported to a strange, colorful world that is inhabited by centaurs with an affinity for singing. Horse immediately wants to find a way back to her own world to reunite with her rider, but finds that it's necessary to enlist the help of Wammawink and her herd if she wants to get anywhere.

I usually don't tend to listen to a lot of music with vocals (Or partake in musicals in general), but trust me when I say that the soundtrack for Centaurworld is, no joke, exclusively made up of absolute bangers. I think my favorite musical number so far is the one at the start of the second episode, Fragile Things, which I HIGHLY recommend you give a listen.

You might also notice that in the video I linked above that Centaurworld also possesses some nice animation; I find that the fluidity of Horse's animation is absolutely stellar. Before I watched Centaurworld, I wasn't expecting the animation to look as nice as it does, and in all honesty, I think that was because of how the show's general artstyle looks.

Which, need I remind you, goes from the first image below to the image underneath it in the span of five-ish minutes.

Like, how are these even from the same show? It's amazing.

Some people aren't very fond of the artstyle of Centaurworld, and while I can understand why, I personally find it endearing and befits its whimsical world. Between the immensely creative designs of the centaurs and the really cool scenery design, I quite like how the show itself looks.

Plus, there's a great deal of facial expressions throughout each episode's runtime that are nothing short of hilarious. Just look at these.

That last one comes completely out of left field and it actually got me to laugh embarrassingly loud when I first saw it.

Centaurworld's main cast (And characters in general) is just so good, too. It's really hard to pick a favorite from the six main characters, because there's something I like about just about all of them!

Wammawink (The pink alpaca taur) is high up on my favorite list because of how caring she is as well as how expressive she can be, and Ched (The finch taur who's in the second image under the cut) has a really good voice actor and boasts an outright hilarious 'tough guy' personality. Dude's signature magic power is that he can look handsome for eight seconds. Now that's comedy.

Though my interest in watching Centaurworld to begin with would not have blossomed if it weren't for one man... or, in this instance, taur...

Zulius.

One single piece of fanart of him was all it took for me to realize that not only had I fallen for him, but that Centaurworld also warranted a watch. Legitimately every second he's on-screen, I can't help but smile like a dork. I cannot get enough of his overly extravagant and egotistic personality.

Zulius was indeed the character I was referring to in the original post I made about Centaurworld a few days ago, and I can say with full confidence that he'll absolutely be on the F/O list in a good few days— really all I have to do is finish the ten episodes to narrow down the perfect image to use for his icon and think up a tag for him.

Once I finish Centaurworld, I plan on designing a S/I for its universe— how could I not? I feel like the artstyle would be very easy for me to replicate, and before even watching the first episode I had a pretty solid idea on what my Centaurworld S/I would look like; I'm thinking it should be a taur with a fauna-based bottom half, kind of like what Glendale has. I was going to settle on a sheep bottom half, but I've got plenty of sheep-based S/Is already.

Overall, what more can I say but what has already been said by a majority of those on tumblr who have given the series a chance: go watch Centaurworld. You will not regret it.

#F/O #F/O Gush #F/O Community #Self-Ship Community #Centaurworld #Zulius #Centaurworld self-shippers I KNOW you're out there. #I say this 'cause eventually I know I'm going to need Centaurworld mutuals to go off about Zulius to lol #What's funny is that I feel like Zulius won't be the only character I F/O from Centaurworld either. #As much as I want to say who else I intend on F/Oing I'm going to hold off until I finish the series #Just in case Centaurworld for some reason... y'know... does anything to the character. #If they do I'm rioting. #All I can say that she's going to be a Familial F/O. That right there should be a H U G E hint.