#when i say this was gnawing at my brain in my sleep ffs i promise i'm coherent enough for this to make some kind of sense

[theinfinitedivides]

also in a post that is quite possibly about to be the most out there thing i have said about this show to date i would like to present the possibility that Jun Mo placing his wedding ring on the headstone of Ki Cheol's grave next to Eui Jeong's necklace is not just the surface of an extremely f*cked up final proposal and acknowledgement of the OT3 that was formed (and did mostly hold up until the bitter end) but also a way of framing Jun Mo as the Javert of this Les Misérables, telling Valjean that he has won. no where are you going come back i wasn't finished yet bc see it's the parallels. you have to understand it's Jun Mo having his sole focus as hunting Ki Cheol down finishing the job and getting his promotion and somewhere along the way realizing that the lines have blurred. it's the roles being fluid enough that they switch frequently throughout the show bc it is Ki Cheol who asks why Jun Mo let him go. (bit of a side note here for context but i didn't realize what he meant until i went back and saw that the engine was still running. the key for the handcuffs was there in plain sight on the passenger seat he wanted him to leave. to run away from it all like Hae Ryeon bc even when the mask was off he didn't want him to get hurt. ah. i see.) and even though in the original novel Valjean lets Javert go and then Javert lets him go it is Javert that asks why in every adaptation that i have seen to date. i'm reminded of the '98 version with Liam Neeson and their final meeting by the Seine when in TWOE they are all crammed into that tiny apartment but it is Valjean, who dies much too early here. it is Javert who is left to pick up the pieces, and then he too dies inside himself. the raindrops on the gravestone are the Seine in miniscule the ring is the letter he wrote him walking away is the final plunge into the abyss. here, Javert ceases to exist. here, Valjean is the only one that is truly free even in death. someone play As Flowers Bloom and Fall from the OST for Sado pls we're going to need it

#tv: the worst of evil #the worst of evil #wi ha joon #wi ha jun #ji chang wook #im se mi #kdrama #local gay watches TWOE (and ships everyone within sight).txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #when i say this was gnawing at my brain in my sleep ffs i promise i'm coherent enough for this to make some kind of sense #still think i'll have to rewatch the last three eps bc everything is blending together from the stress but uh. yeah.

[mrevaunit42]

Nova vs 19: Friday

Hello everyone, Mr.E here with the newest nova chapter and the start of the new arc which is exciting yay! I hope everyone had an amazing week and has a great weekend. 

So the title? what’s it mean? easy. that whole last arc? was one day, Thursday. yep it all happened in a matter of hours. Friday has come and with it, a chance to play with your exceptions. So i took a chance with this chapter and i promise none of you could’ve seen this coming but I still hope you enjoy it. 

for anyone stumbling upon this, here is the link to the story on ff. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11773524/1/Nova-Butterfly-vs-the-Forces-of-Adolescence 

so have an amazing day, a great weekend and please let me know what you think of this chapter. I took a chance and I want to know if you all want me to keep trying this out.

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“Goooood morning Echo Creek! It is a beautiful Friday morning. The weather looks to be a bright, sunny, an overall fantastic day! Not at all a symbolic representation of a stark contrast between human perception of reality and the truth of an uncaring, constantly shifting universe that cares not for humanity in the slightest! Today is throwback Friday because I absolutely refuse to work on Thursdays, that's Steve's job!”

The sunshine was indeed warm and gentle despite the hardships of the previous day.

The heavy weight remained however. The sickening, sinking feeling of helplessness mixed in with a churning guilty sensation that gnawed at the stomach hungrily.

A feeling that bubbled anxiously no matter how many times he tried to wish it away.

He gave a loud yawn, stretching his tired body as far as he could.

He felt sluggish despite getting the proper hours of sleep.

He let out a sigh, ruffling his black hair playfully. It didn't matter if it was messy, he'd just fix up in a minute.

He groggily rose from his simple framed bed, lurching across the well kept floor in his quest towards bathroom.

His eye caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and despite his best efforts, he couldn't help but face himself, raking his hands through his hair a second time as gray irises stared back at him.

“Okay” Roman told himself, giving the reflection an encouraging nod “You got this. Today's the quiz. You study long and hard for this! And afterward you can check up on Nova and Connor.”

Roman let out a sigh of relief, grateful that everyone was safe and sound more or less.

True he didn't talk much to the magical princess given that her reaction of choice towards his appearance was to freeze up but he still consider her a friend. Connor of course was his go to for help whenever he needed assistance with tests and understanding concepts that seemed to elude him (which was all of them). Luckily the young inventor was more than willing to help out and had the patience to see him through any problem he was suffering from.

Roman shifted uneasily.

He wish he could've been more help yesterday when he discovered Nova had gone missing. He wish he could've joined in the search but he was just a human and he didn't have the experience Connor possessed on the infinite complex subject of magic.

Roman shook his head, trying to slip off the chains of worry and regret and focus on the ever approaching math quiz he had this morning.

“I got this” He told himself, grinning with a rare confidence.

Roman jumped as, without warning, the fire alarm went off, its shriek echoing loudly throughout the household.

Roman sprung into the hall, racing towards the kitchen as fast as he could.

Roman bound into the room only to find his father already putting out the flaming toaster with a fire extinguisher.

Oskar wiped the sweat from his brown before noticing he wasn't the only one in the room.

“Hey” Oskar greeted Roman, carefully placing the metal canister on the floor “I didn't wake you, did I?”

Roman shook his head “No, I was already awake dad. Toaster on the fritz again?”

Oskar gave an exhausted nod “Yeah, I guess so....”

“Maybe we should ask Connor to fix it or his parents?”

“nah, I'll figure it out. No need to bother them about this little thing.”

Outwardly, Roman agreed with his father decision but internally he was already making mental notes to ask Connor for a hand in fixing the malfunctioning device. He knew his father hated asking for help given how much everyone gave to make his dream of being a music teaher come true but being a single parent wasn't easy and Roman was determined to help his adoptive father any way he could.

He really needed to pass today's test....

“How about we eat cereal, sound good pops?”

Oskar gave toothy grin “sounds great Roman”

and so father and son sat down, enjoying a meal together before their day began.

Roman quietly opened his locker, going over the various answers scattered about in his brain for the test he was about to take in the next 5 minutes.

“If I carry the x.....then pi is divided by...wait....you can't divide pi....wait! Pi isn't in this problem! UUUUUUGH”

Roman knocked his head against his locker door.

“Well, well, well if it isn't Stupman”

Roman rolled his eyes in annoyance as he turned to find Lars Jr. hovering next to him.

Lars Vanderdud Jr. was the polar opposite of his father in appearance. While Lars had been massive (in all the wrong ways) Lars Jr. was lean and muscular. His nose was pointed rather than bulbous like his father's though they both shared the same lack of hair and mean spirited grin. Despite some key differences Lars Jr. acted exactly as his father did before him.

Which did not bode well for the 15 year old greaser.

“Still wearing the same leather jacket Stupman?” Lars Jr. smirked.

Roman rose an eyebrow “yeah, classics never die unlike your uninspired look of gray shirt, torn pants. Kinda outdated even when they were in style.

“Psst, says the orphan”

Lars Jr. smirked as a glint of anger flashed through Roman's gray eyes.

“Come on orphan, hit me.”

Roman clutched his fist tightly, anger welling deep inside. The syrupy urge to deck the smug jerk in his face was nearly overwhelming. How he wanted to just feel Lars's cheek under his fist just once. Just one beautiful, self righteous time.

He took a deep breath and released it slowly, the anger drained though not completely gone.

Lars wanted to hit him. He wanted to drag him down to his level. To prove his point that Roman wasn't any better than anyone with their two real parents.

Roman couldn't give him the satisfaction no matter how tempting it was. He needed to prove there was nothing wrong with adoptive children, nothing wrong with Oskar's choice to raise him as his own. He couldn't make his dad look bad.

Nothing was worth that price.

“Leave him alone baldy”

Lars and Roman turned to find Missy Lynn Thomas herself standing there and throwing the deepest glare she could muster at Lars's comments.

“Ooooo need a 14 year old to fight your battles for you stupman?”

“Nah” Roman shrugged coolly “She's here to see if you're worth my time. Missy?”

“Pffft” Missy could barely hold in her laughter “not even close. Get lost Lars. Roman might be too much of a gentleman to punch you but I won't even think twice.”

Lars Jr. threw an unconvincing smug smile their way “Whatever, this was getting boring anyway”

Missy and Roman didn't relax until Lars had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight.

“....you okay?” Missy asked gently.

“I'm fine” Roman replied in his usual calm voice “It's just Lars.”

“It does hurt you know”

“I know but I can't let him know that or it'll get worse.”

“and you can't fight him” Missy added in helpfully “it'll look bad on Oskar.”

“Yeah. Thanks for coming by”

Missy shrugged “I guess Nova's rubbing off on me. She's heroine after all.”

Roman chuckled “True but there'd be more silence.”

Missy sniffled a giggle “Well yeah”

“Maybe she'll realize I'm not that scary and that she's overthinking her crush on me”

Missy shrugged casually “One day at a time huh?”

a thick silence followed

“I'm glad they're okay” Missy spoke after a moment “I was so worried....”

“me too” Roman admitted “I feel so useless.....I couldn't help them at all.”

“Hey, at least you weren't used to trick them...” Missy shifted guiltily “I am so embarrassed about that.”

“What? All you did was act out your genuine feelings towards him.”

“Yeah” Missy's voice was full of unchecked sass “But not by my choice. I can embarrass myself on my own thanks! I don't need some dark creepy magic to flirt with Connor....well at least I hope....”

“Are you going to see them today?” Roman asked hopefully. As much as he wanted to stop by the Butterfly Diaz home, he felt nervous about doing so alone given that he didn't usually interact with Nova and he couldn't remember the last time he had ever actually been present in the household.

“I want to” Missy revealed “but my mom warned me that might not be the best idea. Everyone is on edge and security is tight. I can only imagine how many people are hovering over Nova right now.”

Roman bit his lip thoughtfully “isn't that...?”

Missy nodded in agreement “That isn't the best idea. Such a large force is ideal and meant to be reassuring but I have a feeling Nova is going to take it the wrong way. Probably beat herself up about what happened....”

“Sounds right” Roman let out a tired sigh “She really shouldn't be so hard on herself”

“She really shouldn't” Missy concurred “but it's Nova. No matter how much we tell her, she needs to realize it herself and it won't help coming from me....”

“Hey” Roman carefully placed a hand on Missy's shoulder “you two are friends, you know that.”

“yeah, you're right. Competitive rivals but friends still....maybe we can visit her tomorrow”

“I think that be a good idea. Let's see what we can do and you can check up on Connor.”

It was amazing playful jab turned the rational, calm teen into a spurting, bright red mess

“Well yeah he's my friend and I'm worried about him and and...ugh, shut up Roman”

Roman chuckled softly, trying to hide behind his hand as Missy gently smacked his arm.

“haha I find it funny how Connor of all people is the only one that could make you lose your cool. Ever going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Missy rose to an uncharacteristic pitch “there's nothing to tell! Nope not at...ugh I'm doing it again, aren't I?”

  “Just a little”

Missy let out an exasperated sigh “I don't know what comes over me every time the mere idea of telling Connor I like him. Seriously, he's a boy and I'm a girl. I like him. What's so hard about that? But just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine, butterflies in my stomach and I just...freeze. Me? FREEZE! Ugh”

“I guess you have more in common with Nova than you thought.”

Missy eyed the 15 year old greaser carefully “Humans may vary but love is painfully simple huh? And how about you?” She leaned against the locker in accusing manner “What about Nova? How do you feel about the magical princess?”

Roman shrugged calmly “I would need to get to know her more. It wouldn't be a good idea to just rush something if I'm not sure how I feel. She is cute but aside from that, I don't know much about her. Maybe one day she can finally talk to me and I'll find out.”

Missy scoffed jokingly “Well don't hold your breath.”

The bell rang, interrupting the conversation and reminding the two that school beckons.

“Good luck” Missy waved as she took her left.

“Thanks” Roman muttered quietly in response “thanks.....”

The classroom was deathly silent. You could hear the pound of the hearts, their sweaty, nervous clammy hands gripping their pencils tightly as if seeking comfort.

Roman could feel his confidence wane. Each time he tried to remember what he studied the night, the only thing that came were strange, unfamiliar equations or worse, nothing. Just a blank thought.

Roman tried to calm himself but as Miss Skullnick slid the paper and scantron onto his desk, the scraping of paper against his wooden desk impossibly loud in his ears. his despair grew and his worry intensified.

“You may begin brats”

Roman stared at the paper, trying to will his brain to function, to will the answers to appear and reassure him he was going to be fine.

They didn't.

Roman trudged towards the school entrance, his failure biting at him in the back of his mind.

He answered the quiz but he spent far too long on the first 3 or so questions and by the time he realized he was about to run out of time, he simply jolted down the following answers after hastily and recklessly attempting to solve the problem.

There was no way he passed this test.

Roman sighed. He tried so hard. He did everything he could to ensure he passed his test, even managing to suppress his concern for Nova but in the end, it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

“Hey kiddo”

Roman glanced upwards to find his father waiting for him by the entrance, his hair a mess, his clothes wrinkled.

“hey dad.”

“How did the test go?”

Roman's face was smooth, cool, calm but inside the failure still stung harshly.

“I see.”

Roman hated how his father could see past his facade. he noticed the change in tone. The cold distant and controlled voice his father used. Not mad, just disappointed. Roman was always a di...

“that's okay!”

Roman blinked in surprise as Oskar gave him a fangy grin, patting his shoulder reassuringly

“You had a lot on your mind. I'm sure Skull will keep that in mind. Try as she might, she's a big softie inside.”

“But dad, I'm no good at...”

“Who cares?” Oskar shrugged nonchalantly “I was way worse at school than you were. Heck, half the time I didn't even show up! Don't worry kiddo, we'll try harder next time? Especially now that we know Mr. Diaz and his kid are okay. I KNOW!”

Roman glanced up to his excited father.

Oskar leaned in a conspiratorial whisper “We'll go see a movie today. Me and you, sound fun?”

Roman's smile was slow but he couldn't help but grin back at his father.

“Yeah dad....that sounds great.”

#nova vs #My story