No Fr My School Literally Has The Bathroom Doors Locked So U Have To Knock And Hope Someone’s In There

Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)

Sangwoo: You’re so fucking stupid, shut up.

Gihun: Oh yeah? Kiss me then.

Sangwoo: …What?

Gihun: If you’re so smart, shut me up yourself. Kiss me.

Squid game hs au inspired by "unreachable ideal, mesmerizing angel" by @canonically47 on ao3. I love fluff fics where everyone just gets along and they are friends sigh OH MY GOD I JUST CHECKED AND IT JUST UPDATED OK I GOTTA GO

Therapy is expensive, toxic old men yaoi is free

oh, but can you imagine what they could have had?

a starmaker bubbling over with joy, a demon questioning god on the walls of eden. a being who fell in love with an angel, fearing heaven and hell but fighting them anyway because that's what is right, what is decent. because that is who he is.

that demon would have spoken 'i love you' out-loud to his angel as soon as he heard humans using it. that crowley would have loved openly, unashamed, willing to stand between aziraphale and their worlds.

but aziraphale couldn't do any of that, and so he carried the weight of his silence on his shoulders because there is nothing worse than loneliness, is there? i love him, we're not alone, it has to be enough.

eventually, he thought, he will be able to stand hearing me say it. that day never came, and what happened?

a demon who hides behind sarcasm and pretence because he learned that is how the world, how aziraphale, wants him. a demon that never speaks of his true feelings, a demon that never admits to love, a demon that submits to an angel's will because he cannot lose him, because he refuses to lose him, no matter how high the price.

finally, he thought that day. finally i can tell him. finally we can stop pretending, finally I can stop hiding.

then aziraphale accepted an offer and after six thousand years of hoping for more, he lost it all instead.

I'm willing to wait for it

Eventually, I decided I liked the sketch enough to make a proper drawing out of it! (success)

sure we know that In-ho shoved the gold card deep into Gi-hun's throat but what if he was the one who tied the band to Gi-hun's eyes? What if he was the one who handcuffed Gi-hun in the limo? What if In-ho was the one who personally healed the winner's wounds before sending him back to raw reality? what if man what if.

Stately as a swan, lanky as a spider, the Lieutenant sweeps through the darkness. Coat billowing around him, trailing after him. In the swaths of shadows he’s a moonlit moth, pale and fluttering and paper-delicate. In one long-fingered, white-gloved hand he holds a long black cigarette, which at the end glows a deep, heart’s-blood-red. The ribbon of smoke, tinged neon from the screens of the room, tangles around him. The ribbon whirls and disperses in the wake of his purposeful, crooked march.

He prowls over the control room floor like the floor owes him money. Grinding glossy tiles beneath ghostly pale heels.

Gi-hun’s coat and pants are a perfect pearly white, with just the barest touch of soft cloud-gray to temper the purity. The faintest of silvery tarnish, so light you’d never know it’s not truly stark.

But In-ho knows. 

-_-_-

Chapter 9 is up! I'll do an aesthetic board later... I gotta work tomorrow and I should really sleep lol

19. Angst (or fluff) ~ just know that these things will never change for us at all (x)

ehehehehehehe *cries on the floor*