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the flowers of springs past blossom again - The surprising part, the unpredictable part, is the way his eyes linger on Vincenzo Cassano, the way they follow each movement as Vincenzo slips his suit jacket off and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, flicking that damn lighter open and closed again.
The surprising part is Joonwoo’s sudden resignation from Wusang after her the second he lays eyes on Vincenzo. “I learn better from you, sunbae,” Joonwoo says with a shrug of his shoulders and a slight smile that misses the usual flirtatious tone he takes with her.
Chayoung isn’t stupid. She notices the way Vincenzo’s eyes linger on Joonwoo as well, taking him in a way that is just slightly left of his usual sizing people up. Even more surprising is the lack of fight he puts up when Joonwoo starts camping out in Jipuragi. There’s the slight tilt of his lips in amusement when he slaps a stupidly large set of files into Joonwoo’s hands and tells him to put them away, and a surprising lack of complaining from Joonwoo at being demoted to even lower than he had been at Wusang.
false illusions and truthful liars - “When did you start?” Moonjo asks. They’ve finished eating and Moonjo has gotten comfortable, stretched out with his head on a pillow on the floor. Jongwoo leans back against the cool glass of his balcony door and hums under his breath.
“The army?” he says hesitantly. Moonjo turns and looks at him. “I didn’t do my first then. A couple of the guys I was with, they started this fighting ring. Got my ass handed to me the first few times, but the money was good. Taught myself to fight then. You?”
“Nine,” Moonjo says. He raises his hand and picks at his nails without getting up. “Not intentionally. I liked fires as a boy.”
Jongwoo pictures it; a boy, tall for his age, with limp black hair too long, black eyes, watching a house go up in fire. The light flickers against pale skin and he covers his mouth with a sleeve and coughs. When Jongwoo returns to himself, Moonjo has rolled over and is watching him. “Your imagination is incredible,” Moonjo says, nothing short of admirable. Jongwoo flushes.
the thing about fate is (across a distant memory) - Yohan sees it in action that night. Elijah is in her room, either working on her assignments or sleeping- he hasn’t gone to check but it’s no doubt one of the two- and Gaon is on the couch in his office, a book open in his lap. Yohan spares a brief glance up, and then a second, and then a third. The image is familiar, too familiar.
Gaon sits, leaning against the left side of the couch, his legs crossed and underneath him, and the book held up to his eyes. His hair, freshly washed, isn’t parted as Gaon usually wears it, but closer to Yohan’s own preferred style of leaving it down in his eyes at home.
Gaon is the spitting image of Isaac. The way he holds himself, the way he holds the book, his hair.
It’s purposeful. Yohan knows it is. He looks away, back to the documents on his desk, but when he glances up, again, for just one more look, Gaon is smiling.
Smug bastard.
restless constructions (don't leave me) - It doesn’t occur to him just how much Yohan loves him, until Yohan leans against him and rests his head on Isaac’s shoulder and sighs. Yohan, who simply does not like touch, leans against him and doesn’t pull away even when Isaac wraps his arm around Yohan and pulls him closer. “Hyung?” Yohan murmurs, and the depth of his voice astounds Isaac for a full minute before he hums his reply.
Yohan doesn’t say anything else, though, and Isaac dismisses it from his mind. He pulls his fingertips through the ends of Yohan’s hair, detangling the knots that have formed in the shaggy mess that Yohan probably needs to get cut, and feels rather than hears the sigh Yohan lets out as he leans into him further. “Can I sleep in here?” Yohan asks finally.
dreaming of flying - Karna likes the quiet of the night in the Meat Lands. It’s not quiet like the cities she’s used to — there’s no time when most fall asleep only to rise early again with the Bulb in the sky.
The quiet that falls is a peace of sorts; no one chooses to attack at night. It wouldn’t make sense to do so, when one’s pride and power comes with victory, and where better to do so than in the daylight?
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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