#emo about it

[breadandlottery]

Trying to work but all my brain wants to do is write a mini thesis on Squid Game, The Matrix, various other beloved media, and the most fundamental philosophical questions plaguing humanity that imo sit at the core of pretty much all human artistic expression.

[holyshit]

rbb/sbb era was truly the most fun i have ever had in fandom, which is wild considering that year was a steaming pile of shit overall. how it started small but grew and grew. the fun little anticipation of the start of every show to see the pictures roll in of the set up for the night. how everyone worked together to decode what everything meant in the setups, some of which are still a complete mystery at this point (*whispers* nut tree). all the gay history we learned through it and bonded over. when the twitter was set up and everything seemed to ramp up even more with the countdowns and the elaborate picture setups that had us all in a mad dash on any given day. paying attention in class was not an option as soon as you got a twitter notif from the account. niall breaking his neck to turn to louis as soon as rbb is asked about. then of course the phone, and how it felt like a weird little connection to hold onto just as the tour was ending. now the former home to the most absurd amount of texts, a little time capsule of how wild that time was and how many people were invested in it all. end of an era, truly.

[jjongho]

less than a month until i see and meet ateez y’all

[vintagedolan]

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[dailyjeons]

[pulchrousati-a-blog]

// continued from here | @hcredis

there’s  that  always  fleeting  sense  of  stability  that  he  has  to  leave  behind.  every  time  the  door  closes  or  the  portal  disappears,  he’s  left  with  nothing  to  hold  onto.  the  presence  of  the  warlock  started  to  feel  as  a  necessity  even  if  it  never  seemed  to  be  mutual.  therefore  he  never  voices  it,  he  never  speaks  his  thoughts  aloud.  he  ENJOYS it  when  it  lasts  and  then  walks  away  from  the  arrangement  that  never  got  to  be  named.  as  if  there’s  no  continuation  once  they  part;———  as  if  the  flame  burns  bright  only  when  they  are  together.

                       and  once  he’s  almost  out  the  door  yet  again,  words  catch  up   to  him  ——  like  an  anchor  wrapped  around  his  ankles.  any  movement  halts,  he  doesn’t  even  lift  a  finger.  and  in  that  moment  he  can  feel  something  SOLID  forming  in  his  chest.  something  that  lodges  itself  comfortably  right  next  to  his  heart  with  a  promise  to  stay.  as  if  that  need  for  continuation  finally  materializes  —  caused  by  those  few  words  that  seem  to  be  just  enough.  they  ring  in  his  ears  and  send  shivers  down  his  spine,  and  for  the  first  time  in  weeks  he  feels  as  if  he’s  not  leaving.  no.  because  there’s  always  something  to  come  back  to.

       that  time  the  door  don’t  close  when  he’s  out  in  the  hall.  that  time  he  remains  in  the  apartment,  kicking  the  door  closed  as  he  spins  around  on  his  heel  and  rushes  back  to  the  one  who  managed  to  warm  his  heart  as  if  his  words  were  rays  of  sunshine.

fingers  dig  into  magnus’  shoulders  and  whatever  distance  there  is  is  soon  closed  completely  as  his  lips  crash  onto  the  other’s  in  a  kiss  that  speaks  of  HOME.

             magnus bane loved alexander lightwood from the moment he first saw him. well, that might be an exaggeration (or maybe not?), but it had been a slow decent for him from the moment that alexander had saved his life. he was a downworlder and a shadowhunter had saved his life. it had practically shaken him to his very core, and if ragnor was still around he’d definitely be smirking in some corner and never let magnus hear the end of it. those three words, the admittance of his feelings are constantly on the tip of his tongue, but magnus was terrified. he’d never loved like this before (not even with Camille), it felt as though his heart was moments from bursting every single time he even thought of alexander. he was in deep, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say the words. what if alec didn’t feel the same? 

             this time, magnus can’t watch alexander’s retreating form again, not without finally admitting what he was feeling. he couldn’t keep going about his life, when at any moment either of them could perish, without alexander knowing just how much he meant to him. that didn’t mean that he had exact control of his mouth, though. “i love you, damn it!” wasn’t exactly how he wanted to phrase it, and a pink tint came to his cheeks after he’d realized what he’d said. it was so uncouth, so finesses-less, however, it was the truth at least. magnus watched alec’s form freeze, his hand still wrapped around the doorknob, as his heart beat in his chest. then, he nearly jumped as the door was kicked shut and alec started walking towards him, moving as only a shadowhunter with one purpose in mind could. 

              pulled into a bruising kiss, magnus was stuck in shock for but a moment before he kissed back, fingertips shifting to grip alec’s lapels, to hold him close. gods, there wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be; he’d finally found a place where he belonged, he’d finally found home in the form of the man he loved. panting as they separated, eyes glowing a sharp and beautiful gold, magnus’ laughed with glee, “i love you, alexander lightwood. i love you.” 

[i-have-zero-chill]

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