Thinking about how it was hinted that Chuuya was cosplaying as a vampire a few times in the manga
Like we can see his sclera (white outer part of the eye) here
And his vampire marks were gone after chap 101
This is what Chuuya looked like before chap 101
This what he looked like after chap 101
Notice that the vampire marks under his eye are gone? It was god damn make up
The elevator was filled with water… and so it washed the makeup away…
Another thing is that his reaction after he shot Dazai
I dont know how to explain this but why is he side eyeing Dazai like arent u still a mindless puppet rn why are u “…”-ing him
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My Obsession For A Reason
I’ve yet to come across a picture of this man and not save it.
I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as him.
However he’s more than just a pretty face and idol body.
I’m 'obsessed' with him, but I don’t really ‘want him’, I want the best for him.
I want to see him happy in song, happy in dance, happy on stage, happy eating, happy with friends, happy with fans.
I want him to have his peace, protection and privacy.
I want him to have his space and his freedom.
I want him to only hear ‘how can we help you’ and never ‘you can never.’
I want to understand him on the level he feels comfortable with and never make him feel uncomfortable.
I respect him as a public figure and a private person
As a human he’s not always gonna be happy, is gonna make mistakes, is not going to please everyone, will have had misunderstandings, anger, tears etc.
However to know what we do of him, he listens, he learns, he tries to be better and do better. No one that’s spoken of him can ever say he’s not the most selfless person they know, the most emotionally intelligent, the kindest. No one that has spoken of him can deny he gives his all to his friends, his members and his fans.
He does what he can both in private and public for his hometown and his country, to children, schools and foreign aid.
I love him deeply, as unique and talented artist and a perfectly imperfect human striving to make himself and what he can around him better.
If I only ever have all that he’s given to his fans and supporters I’m still content.
I yearn for anything and everything he shares with us but I yearn for his happiness and security more.
Always with Jimin
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So I was rewatching the scene where New tries to make Phee point his gun at Tee and shoot, thinking about Phee's fantasy reenactment (to Jin) of New erotically hypnotizing Top into murder mode, and how much New is very clearly trying to do that to Phee in that moment. It fails and it flops, Phee is visibly not power-of-influenced at all and New's response afterwards ("I knew it! This proves you never loved my brother!" lmao), suggests he almost didn't even expect it to work. But now I have this idea that it's a regular thing between them: Phee doubts Phee questions Phee wavers, and New puts his hands directly on his face and stares into his eyes and murmurs "revenge, baby, remember? They've gotta pay" with the air of like a snake charmer or someone soothing their flighty chihuahua. I just think that's very sexy.
Also when he blows the hallucinogen DIRECTLY in Phee's face ahaha, he wants everyone in the room to get poisoned but he's like "here are some murder drugs especially for you, my traitorous harlot" + it parallels Phee blowing antidote in his face to save him from his breakdown, and TeeWhite's romantic shotgunning...
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Trick or treat 💖✨✨
For you, non, a missing scene.
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They had barely stopped touching since the tearful reunion in the jazz cafe Sand's dad played in. Ray had parted from him to walk around to the driver's side but had immediately taken his hand, pressed it onto his thigh like it was for safekeeping.
The last of the alcohol buzzed around in Sand, made him a little fuzzy, brought his pushed-down emotions dangerously near the surface. He'd been drinking to dull them but Ray's voice cracking around his name had dragged them up and suddenly he was engulfed.
Ray had come back to him. His uncanny knack for finding Sand wherever he went had won through and he'd come back. Sand knew that meant something, almost as much as the words he'd said. Nick had pointed it out, once, that Ray turning up in front of him was perhaps a coincidence the first couple of times, but after that it was a conscious decision. Nick had also called Ray a few uncharitable names for not seeing how brilliant Sand was, which Sand had laughed off but been genuinely touched by.
Sand had been subjected to approximately seventeen thousand Meaningful Looks from Nick when he'd gotten home after Ray crashed their camping trip.
That wasn't the point, though. The point was that they were in Ray's car in a strange, reversed echo of a drive they'd taken before. He reached to turn the radio on with the hand not curled into the rough denim of Ray's jeans. The point was that Ray had found him, had reached out and taken hold, and let himself be taken hold of in return.
The car ride was mostly filled with the radio, occasional sniffles and self-conscious little laughs.
They reached Sand's apartment, hands intertwined. Nick was working so Sand let them in and finally it was safe to let go. Ray ducked past him into the main room of the apartment while Sand locked the door and placed his boots beside Ray's.
Sand looked up properly just in time to collide with Ray's back.
He'd forgotten about the wine. Had managed to push it out of his mind that even though he hadn't let himself hope for Ray coming back, he couldn't stand to look at it anymore. There were still boxes of finished product but Nick had let him store them in his room while he got a grip.
"Sand?" It was the first either of them had actually spoken since the cafe.
"It was you or the booze, right?" Sand said with a clarity he didn't realise he felt until that moment. The fuzziness from the alcohol had dissipated, leaving him feeling drained and heavy but hyperaware of Ray before him. "Same choice you're making."
Ray spun in place to stare up at him, eyes glassy with emotion again. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, apparently unable to find the words. "But--"
"There are other jobs," Sand said, still surprised by how fully-formed the thought seemed to be. Didn't say, there's no other Ray.
Ray seemed to hear that anyway, because the kiss he pressed to Sand's mouth was bruising and kind of clumsy, tasted like both of their tears.
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