So I Got Into Grad School Today With My Shitty 2.8 Gpa And The Moral Of The Story Is Reblog Those Good

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

All hail the Demon King of Salvation

See you later, self sacrificing squid

Yoohankim lyrics that scratches my brain just right

Home by Cavetown

Get a load of this train wreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet But little do we know, the stars Welcome him with open arms Oh

Time is Slowly Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place

-Kim Dokja

Him during the later part of the story works so well with these words. His deteriorating sense of self, the train wreck ifykyk, being loved by others, being loved by stars (literally), and finding his found family dynamic with others becoming a home for him.

Never Love an Anchor by Crane Wives

I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel I am all the things they might have said to you Do you ever think of me and my two hands? And wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

-Han Sooyoung/1863rd in particular

Writing a story for that one reader without ever being able to hold him, to tell him she cares for him, a love that’s built on sacrifice and could never love him personally like a parent, and when they meet for the first time face to face, she is a plagiarist writer whose personality don’t work quite well with him, unknowing that she had long carried his life through words alone. And she’d keep writing the story for him, forever, out of selfishness, that’s also love, care and yearning.

Curses by Crane Wives

There's still cobwebs in the corners And the backyard's full of bones Won't you stay with me, my darling When this house don't feel like home? When this house don't feel like home

Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust The devil's after both of us Ooh, lay my curses out to rest Make a mercy out of me

-Yoo Joonghyuk

Becoming slowly disconnected from the present time due to regression, death permeating his path and everywhere he could see, even in the 1864th round, having to watch Dokja die over and over again, and uselessly trying to keep him from sacrificing himself. Being life and death companions with this dumbass that inevitably lands him in graver danger than he should be facing, and eventually reaching the conclusion with him, along with finding the truth about his constellation sponsor, and his whole existence that kept that dumbass— a child crying out for help— alive for such a long time.

Hey what if in the future when ORV has an anime and all that stuff and we get one of those limited time pop up cafes and one of the menus is a fried squid donut that if you split it apart there’d be ketchup inside to reference the entire 73rd DK arc…

And maybe with every order you get a small blurb from ORV on your bill where you can put it on a wall with all the other orders to form the entire story of ORV like how HSY did in the epilogue (and if you don’t know/forgot where you can interact with other ORV readers to put it up on the wall)…

Of course we’d also have Murim dumplings, chicken broth and a tomato salad bowl on the menu.

I can imagine a drink for OD as a butterfly pea tea that can change from blue to purple with lemon juice. It’d have like a pinch of edible glitter in it to look like stars.. Then SP’s drink is just a glass of wine lmao.

You know what else would be cute too? Posters on the wall that looks like we’re watching the kkomas cooking. And if you ask the waiter about the food they’ll just say [number] is cooking slowly because [that one Kkoma I forgot the number of] is off-duty today.

Also a section of the cafe is a small reading corner with ORV volumes to read but it’s designed to look like the inside of a subway because why not.

Been KDJ this Jarchivist that so shout out to my first reader figure Alexandra Marie Bailey, thank Chris Colfer for carrying my love to read in my childhood that somehow spiraled into my love for a British eldritch horror podcast and a Korean reverse isekai webnovel

Bonus : all three of them got saved by a writer (well one of them was a poet but eh)

I remember thinking Alex was very relatable as a kid but now growing up I realize I’m more like Conner lmao, love the Bailey twins. Don’t think I’ve ever posted a TLOS post on here but yeah it was my first fantasy fiction and I still absolutely adore it till this day. Pleasantly surprised to see tons of posts about it on tumblr

We r all ceaselessly watching in here and the symbolism and underlying messages are like well cooked steaks

love as an act of consumption in omniscient reader's viewpoint... the obvious example of kdj consuming twsa to survive, but also 1863rd hsy letting herself and the world be consumed because she loves kdj and wants to keep him alive. lsy offering her own story to the masses because she (incorrectly) thought it would help dokja. dokja only understanding her and deciding to try and have a relationship with her when shes consumed by fourth wall. od offering up body parts to help yjh. persephone, who becomes dokjas mother, introducing the concept of stories being sustanence. 999 being the lifetime where yjh decided to live for others, and hes also the kkoma who cooks dumplings for kdj. i just love how orv compares stories to food as something that not only keeps us alive but can have flavor and texture and be a comfort. and then theres the underlaying irony of yjh, the character controlled by the story, being a chef. he prepares the sustanence for others. but he also loves food and takes pride in it. he becomes his own person and he cooks for himself. can anyone hear me its dark in here.