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"doctor who is good again" it was never bad and more crucially, it was never good. hope this helps
So, episode 1 jwds is on my mind again and I'm here to prove that this episode has all the ingredients to be a... quirky... rom-com... please bear with me and trust the vision (and don't take this too seriously, cause i'm not taking it seriously either)
(get a drink and strap in.... I'm going to mock them)
ahh yes, it's Romeo and Juliet but instead of a fish tank, it's a partitioning wall in a police station, and instead of a masquerade ball, it's a weaponized meet cute
we have the boys making comments about the new inspector. The editing in this scene makes a big point to show that DS is suuuuuper not interested in the conversation, oooohh noo, he doesn't care about the new inspector. Why would he? He's just some guy. He's not even listening to the conversation about how the new inspector is super smart, really physically fit, comes from a top university, graduated top of his year, and is very handsome.... who is also the son of the man connected to his sister's disappearance? oh. But Dong Sik doesn't care, you guys. He's not listening to the conversation!! Right, Dong Sik???
Dong Sik??
Oh, so you were listening... and you are interested.
Hm.
also...
(it's the same scene.... js. timestamp: 2.10)
and how can we forget that Han Joo Won ISN'T HIS TYPE (he is) HOW ARE ANYONE SUGGEST SUCH A THING! (no one did) HOW DARE THEY BRING IT UP (he brought it up)
you know... when i introduce myself to someone, i also like to be standing so close that my hand is basically touching their stomach
tut tut... look at him being so into Joo Won's bratty behaviour. so, jw was kinda rude to him (he's kinda into it) but it's okay bc he's got the energy of a guy who knows he can [redacted] the bad attitude out of someone.
Now, our police boys have to reassign partners and sort out hierarchies. Dong Sik doesn't care, you guys, he doesn't care! Super not interested! Barely paying attention to the convo....
until Gwang Young volunteers to be Joo Won's partner and... Dong Sik sighs and looks down??? He sure seems to have an opinion for a guy who's pretending not to care...
our boys get paired up because... of course, they got paired up. it's for the plot and because NSB is a matchmaker. (It's Arthur and Merlin all over again....)
jfc! just bat your lashes and twirl your hair, it'll be less obvious
it only took you an afternoon to get your hands on the new inspector?? nice going! genuinely impressed that you found a decent bullshit excuse to feel him up
of course, Dong Sik (who doooesn't have a thing for younger bratty men) would find Joo Won's ridiculous display of "i'm a loner, no one talk to me. I'll hiss if you try and befriend me, i'm too important for genuine human connection" act to be off-putting, right?? right?? cause it's a red flag.
ffs, why is he smirking???
okay, now, he's really getting into the swing of teasing Joo Won for his contrarian shit, isn't he?? Dong Sik's flirting in episode 1 is basically "you think you're hot? well, your face might be but your personality sucks.... (but that's why i'm interested)"
then he's just straight up telling Joo Won that he likes him... but Joo Won has to go ruin things by being a little weirdo with a murder mystery plotline
speaking about murder plotlines...
I also like to flirt whilst undergoing official police business... with the guy I think has a connection to the unexplained death of an unidentified body
oh come now, is this really necessary???
Now, i know you're thinking that this poor Ahjussi is simping over the young hot bratty new-in-town inspector. "What a silly guy, he's flirting with the grumpiest guy in town. What a waste of time, jw is never going to return his feelings"... But it's is totally a two-way street from the start.
Everyone, I present to you, Han "I like to check out my suspect" Joo Won:
he likes to bite his lip whilst he looks at one of his stalker pictures of him
he gets turned on when Dong Sik recites the criminal code word-for-word by memory
he's so impressed by Dong Sik's knowledge that he takes the time to check him out as he walks across the road (even checking his mirrors as he drives past just so he can prolong looking at him)
apparently, he doesn't have "a thing" for "nut cases"... he says whilst looking the man up and down... you know? like a liar.
and sureeeee, let's have fun and pretend to believe him for a sec. Okay, he doesn't have "a thing" for an older man who he thinks is a "nut case". Fine... But that doesn't explain why
he makes it a habit of looking at his lips...
and at his stomach?? his hands??? his....??
and his arse....
he also sends a few flirtatious smiles at Dong Sik in front of their colleagues (a hjw version of a flirtatious smile is quite small)
He also sneaks in a few little looks, all before finding an excuse to have one-on-one time with him and to talk about nothing and everything. (I wonder how long Dong Sik had been out of the room before Joo Won decides to follow him. He's sooo.... ugh! this guy. if i were the gang, I would assume they have the hots for one another. the teasing, stealing glances across the dinner table, sneaking off to have private conversations??? what can i say? it seems suss)
and smiling at him... like this... after the guy, he's just accused of being a serial killer laughs at him menacingly. he finds it cute!!! he's a little weirdo who's into the guy he thinks is a sadistic serial killer... (pals, jw needs therapy asap)
So, yeah, from Dong Sik's perspective, episode 1 of Beyond Evil was a typical rom-com until Joo Won had to be a little creep and bring murder into the equation. It certainly brought a damper to their relationship but it didn't stop them from... you know...
becoming good partners...
a non-subtext hannibal sex scene would be like: *will in therapy with bedelia, slutty outfit on, recounting the event just to torment her* *tasteful artsy shots of hannigram doing it (flesh sliding against flesh, close-ups of trembling eyelashes, drops of sweat rolling down skin)* *metal pipes tumbling down the stairs dot mp3 gets louder* *alternating shots of them in the kitchen and in the bedroom: a knife cutting into meat, a hand brushing a knife scar. swallowing wine, swallowing bodily fluids. etc.* *will narrating over it like: "to know is to consume and to consume is to become... and hannibal knows me, with all the teeth at his disposal..."* *interspersed shots of them procuring the 'food': knife stab parallels the other kind of penetration, a frightened scream is followed by one of rupture* *"we teach each other to hunger and to yearn, and we feed one another over.. and over.. and over"* *cut to bedelia looking like she will bill him six times her usual fee*
I finally got to watch MiniMoni’s listening dinner, and here are my thoughts:
1. In Spanish, there is a phrase "polo a tierra," which I find difficult to translate directly into English. Essentially, it means that someone is a grounding force or anchor for another person, providing stability and balance. So, Jimin is the person who keeps Namjoon grounded and balanced within the group, and probably plays a similar role in his life in general.
2. I gained a deeper understanding of the dynamics of Jimin and Namjoon's relationship. I think they balance each other very well, not only artistically but also intellectually. Jimin understands Namjoon even when what he says isn't entirely clear. I feel that for Namjoon, Jimin is also someone who truly listens and comprehends what he says. And he really treasure that. The fact that Jimin can finish Namjoon's sentences and ideas confirmed to me that they operate on the same wavelength.
3. Am I the only one who wasn't surprised when Namjoon said he intended to enlist at the same time as Hobi? Now, I wonder how much and how often their enlistment plans changed after Jin’s enlistment at least.
4. I would really love for them to be completely honest in the future about everything they’ve gone through. I wish they would talk about the expectations placed on them by the industry, their country, and their fans. I would love to hear them speak candidly about how they felt at certain moments, when they read specific rumours or when they were told certain things.
5. Namjoon mentioned that they went through a long and difficult time due to the issue of their military service. I would love for them to talk more about that in the future.
6. It’s curious, amusing, and endearing how BTS - as a group- is always present in everything they say as solo artists. I know it might sound obvious, but what I mean is that, for them, the group and what it represents it isn’t exactly separate from their solo careers or productions, even though technically it is. I don’t mean this just musically.
7. It’s lovely how they repeatedly affirm that they are always together, even or especially when they are not physically together. It’s heartwarming to confirm that they genuinely know and support each other.
8. It’s incredible to see Namjoon’s level of introspection. It’s refreshing to see how he has reached perhaps uncomfortable conclusions about his personality or behaviour as the group’s leader. Although I think this has also happened in his life in general. Considering he is a famous person, adored by millions, a Korean (noting that Korean society, especially for men, tends to be very macho and often struggles to admit flaws), and a man, it’s remarkable.
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⦗💌 ⦘ it's no secret that the kwon siblings love to tease each other. but what happens when you come into play?
“stop touching my food!” soonyoung whined, as his sister quickly stole another piece of meat from his plate, giggling quietly. that had to be the third time she did that in the last five minutes, and hoshi was having none of that. “told you you shouldn’t have ordered that salad,” he muttered, looking at the last pieces of his favourite food on the nearly empty plate.
“children, could you stop fighting for once and let us eat in peace?” his father chimed in. “we can’t take you out anywhere.”
you, on the other hand, were too focused on your own food to notice the bickering that was happening right next to you. your day had been long and tiring, and this had to be your first meal of the day, so no one was really surprised that you were kind of in your own world at the moment. besides, at this point you were so used to the kwon siblings teasing each other that you stopped paying much attention to it.
“it’s not my fault he’s being a chil- hey! why does she get to steal your food?” soonyoung’s sister asked indignantly, pointing her finger at you. “why are you not yelling at her, huh?”
you quickly stopped in your tracks with your fork between yours and hoshi's plate with the last piece of his meat on it, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you without having to look up. “huh? what’s going on?” you asked, confused. sharing food in your relationship was normal, to be honest - you never fully ate whatever you ordered, you always shared it between each other, so why did you feel like you just committed a crime?
“maybe because she’s my girlfriend, you moron,” soonyoung snickered, and moved his arm from the back of your chair to lay his hand on your thigh. “eat up, baby. don’t worry about her,” he said, and pecked your temple.
his sister laughed bitterly, and set her fork down, clearly annoyed. “don’t worry about her? remember who’s the oldest here, kwon soonyoung.”
your eyes wandered between the two with amusement, as you munched on the meat you just stole from soonyoung. it must have looked really funny from the perspective of the people sitting at the nearby tables - two adults shouting insults at each other like five-year-olds, but for you (less for their parents) this was pure entertainment.
your boyfriend and his sister were the epitome of a brother- sister dynamic.
“oh my god, why are you so surprised i’m letting my literal girlfriend have my food?” he probably didn’t notice how his grip on you slightly tightened on the word “girlfriend”, but you couldn’t hide the small smile as he did that. it was cute how his body was unconsciously paying attention to you without him even knowing. “stop being a pain in the ass, and keep eating that grass or whatever that is.”
“did you just rhyme ass with gra-?”
“okay, you know what? you,” soonyoung’s mom pointed her fork at her daughter, “stop stealing his food. and you,” now she turned her head to her son, “have nothing left on that plate so leave, or keep your mouth zipped.”
“but mom, it wasn’t me who started this!”
yeah, the kwon family was a funny bunch, and you thanked your luckiest stars you could be a part of this beautiful mess.
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Mouth Full Of White Lies
From this prompt by @impishtubist . It's un beta'd, so don't be too critical. ao3
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Remus cannot do this.
He doesn't have the strength— the courage.
Sirius sits in the armchair front of him, slender fingers wrapped around a mug full of Irish coffee and pitch black hair pulled back into a messy bun, looking as comfortable and relaxed as if he was sitting on a cushioned throne. He stares out of the window, wearing a snug cream coloured jumper and one foot pulled up to the seat. Something twists in Remus' chest, but he cannot pull his eyes away from Sirius' face. He takes in the sharp angles and the arched eyebrows, the grey eyes and the relaxed line of his lips, the few flicks of his hair that fall over his forehead as he looks down into his mug when he takes a sip. Sirius looks anywhere but at Remus.
Remus doesn't know how to do this.
Without Harry around to act as a buffer, Remus feels the tension crawling up his spine slowly but surely, and it's worsened by the fact that he cannot tell if Sirius is feeling the same or not.
It has been eight days since Remus arrived at Grimmauld Place with Harry in tow, and in all that time, he has taken great care not to be caught alone in a room with Sirius.
Clearly, he went wrong somewhere, because here they were— alone together in the second floor parlour.
Remus swallows. Digs his fingers into the armrest of his chair.
"Padfoot—"
"Don't."
Sirius did not raise his voice. He did not say it in a hostile manner. He did not even look at Remus. That hurts more than Remus thinks it should.
"Sirius, I—"
"Don't, Lupin."
Remus flinches, feeling the words dig into his heart like he's been slapped. Sirius has not called him by his last name since the November of their first year at Hogwarts. After that, it was always Remus, Remi, Moony, Moons, Froot Lupes, any other nickname he could come up with. Not Lupin. Never Lupin.
"Padfoot, I'm sorry—"
"Lupin." Sirius finally looks at him. Remus flinches again, curling his shoulders into himself at the expression in his eyes. Or rather, the lack of expression. Sirius' face is blank, and his eyes are colder than a blizzard. He looks down his nose at Remus through lowered eyelids, the set of his eyebrows making it seem like he is utterly, completely indifferent to this conversation, like he does not give a single shit about what Remus has to say.
"I don't want to hear anything from you. If we must spend time together, we spend it in silence. Understood?"
Remus gives him a beseeching look, but Sirius doesn't waver in his decision, and Remus casts his gaze into his lap.
They sit in silence. Remus does not look back at Sirius, and Sirius relaxes into the soft padding of his armchair.
"I really am sorry, Sirius," Remus says quietly after a few seconds, fidgeting with his own fingers in his lap.
"I really don't care, Lupin."
Remus huffs and lifts his chin to stare at Sirius' impassive face. "It was wrong of me to leave you in Azkaban and I know it—"
"This," Sirius interrupts in a deceptively soft voice, "is not about my imprisonment."
Remus feels a chill travel down his spine. Still, he swallows down his urge to cut the discussion short. For once, he is not going to run away. For once, he will stay, and he will see this talk through.
"Then what is it about?"
Sirius looks at him like Remus hasn't an ounce of sense in his brain— the kind of disdainful and judgemental look he used to reserve for the students of Hogwarts who were not as smart as him or James. Remus feels the point of a dagger dig into his heart.
"Harry, Lupin," he says, and the icy frost that covers his tone makes the dagger pierce even deeper. "This is about my godson."
Remus grits his teeth, a sudden wave of annoyance rising up his throat. "I told you, Sirius, a werewolf is not capable of taking care of a child—"
"You could have visited him," Sirius cuts him off, and Remus hates how calm he looks, hates the way Sirius looks at him like he isn't worth his time. He hates the way his mind whispers in his ear about the school days when Sirius became eerily calm and composed, when he got that thunderstorm glint in his grey eyes that meant he was out for someone's cold blooded annihilation. "You could have checked up on him. You could have wrangled a deal out of the Hell-flower that made it impossible for her to harm my godson the way she did—"
"I HAD NO CHOICE!"
Remus is on his feet now, glaring at Sirius, who simply reclines back in his seat and still manages to look down his nose at Remus. The expression is so similar to the times in school when Sirius eviscerated someone with nothing but his whip-quick tongue that it makes Remus' blood boil. He hates the way Sirius is so.. so calm and collected. He wants Sirius to scream at him, yell at him, throw shit around and rage at him.
"Everyone always has a choice," Sirius answers coldly. "You had the time to make one— you had twelve years to make a choice. You didn't."
Remus breathes in, then breathes out, and the air that leaves him feels hot with anger. He glares at Sirius, clenching his fingers into fists and locking them down to his sides.
"You don't understand—" he grits out, but Sirius cuts him off again, the expression on his face growing colder with every word he utters. "Oh no, of course I don't. I have no idea what it's like to be a werewolf. That doesn't change the fact that you left Harry there. You left him there. James' child. The child we swore to protect—"
"I did no such thing."
The moment the words leave his lips, Remus knows he has fucked up.
Sirius shuts his mouth with a decisive click of his teeth, face going blank and unreadable. He stares at Remus, nothing showing through the mask he has snapped into place. Remus feels the dread trickle down his throat like freezing cold water, and he scrambles for words the longer the silence goes on, trying to find ways to fix this, to make it better, to get Sirius to understand.
"Sirius, I—"
"I suggest you stop speaking before I rip out your tongue and strangle you with it."
Remus snaps his jaw shut with an audible clack of his teeth at the flat tone of voice. Sirius is very much capable of carrying out that threat and both of them know it.
"Get out of my sight, Lupin."
Remus swallows down the seven replies his mind comes up with and twists on his heel, stiffly walking towards the door. When he is about to shut the door behind him, Sirius speaks again.
"You're not Moony to me. I am not Padfoot to you. You will refer to me as Black, I won't answer to any other name. And stay away from my godson."
Remus let's out a shaky breath. Nods. And steps out, pulling the door shut behind him.
have you considered that the unstoppable lust has slept with the unfuckable object
Controversial, perhaps.
Before the Fire Trailer: *innocent* *minding my own business*
After the Fire Trailer: I'M READY TO FUCKING BURN SHIT WOOOOAHHHHHHH YEAHH, FIRE. BURN IT. BURRRRRRRRRRN ITTTT.
Blaise: Can I have some water? Theodore: starts chugging their water bottle Theodore: chokes from drinking too fast Theodore: spills water all over themself Theodore, coughing: I don't have any water.
big spoon zuko is so lovely to me because it’s about this boy who’s had to fight every single step of the way,,, who’s been hurt and who’s caused hurt and who knows that and is so *sorry*,,, and then to be trusted to protect and hold someone else,,, to have someone (*coughs* sokka) be so trustingly vulnerable with him, when he struggles so much with believing he can be soft,,,, god,,,,,,,