i keep trying to memorize every detail of the moments i live in. in the soreness of my legs from standing so long at a concert, the chill of the night, the patterns of a tablecloth, the oily texture in my mouth after eating fried bananas. i keep trying to memorize the feelings, the quiet contentedness, the laughter, the excitement. i keep trying to memorize the people, their smiles, the way they speak, what makes them laugh. i’m constantly on the cusp of the next part of my life and that’s just so.. strange. but it makes it so much easier to find happiness no matter what’s happening to me, in a way? because i’m already kind of looking at life with those rose-colored glasses of nostalgia, simply because i know these are times i’ll never be able to live again, and these are people i might not always have, and that makes it so much easier to appreciate everything i might miss later.
Hyung, you are not acting like yourself. Hey, what’s acting like myself? That’s up to you.
THE EIGHTH SENSE (2023) dir. Inu Baek & Werner du Plessis
i'm watching howl's moving castle and i've decided on a new maslow's hierarchy of needs
something something our leads almost always meeting at odd hours of the night, shared intimate gestures, from soft whispers to intertwined fingers, masked by the depths of shadow and darkness. something something a sense of breathability and freedom permeating these meetings and undoubtedly absent from those attended during the day. something something there is a safety and familiarity in darkness for those of us who are queer, as for most, and for most of our history, nightfall was, and in many ways stills remains, the sole sphere of daily life where we are able to exist freely and intimately.
Bleach is back and I never will make it past the first Soul Society arc (just like the chunin exams haha) but I love you Hitsugaya. You’re the coolest 👏💖❄️✨
Days in Yunmeng
day 9: allure
the way that jae won blatantly lies about not remembering details about ji hyun. “what was your name, again? where are you staying?” he knows the answers to his own questions, has no doubt repeated these small but dear details to himself more times than he would admit, but is perhaps of the mind that he shouldn’t. that the simple gesture of remembering may expose him and the nature of his desires. thus, he lies, pretends to be none the wiser to this boy’s name or sleeping arrangements as if the knowledge of both hadn’t plagued his mind for days.
the way that despite this, jae won still sits bedside ji hyun on the bus, allows him to rest his head on his shoulder, kneels in front of him to aid him into his wet suit, brings him a warm bowl of noodles (not to mention meds so that he won’t get ill when the seniors make him drink), shields him from the smoke of the grill… the way jae won is unbearably aware of what he does and doesn’t say to ji hyun, of any and all words he utters to this boy, ones meant to offer an impression of disinterest in him and the detail of his life. but the tenderness of jae won’s treatment of ji hyun utterly betray this guise of apathy, the mask he wears to shield himself and the intensity of his blossoming feelings, seemingly faltering, and for the first time in his life, at that.
Saitou Kazu.
In the last two episodes Ae Ri:
Clocked that Ji Hyun is gay and something is going down between him and Jae Won
Slyly gave Ji Hyun a bunch of couple photos by casually uploading them in a group photo dump
Loudly pretended to pursue him in front of others to give him cover
Kindly warned him that he is being really obvious about Jae Won and others will pick up on it
Declared her loyalty and friendship and gave him a safe place to talk about Jae Won and be himself
And honestly she seems ready to throw hands if anyone bothers him. What more could you ask from your token straight bestie ally?
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