“you can’t say in-ho is a poor little bean whose action’s only caused by his trauma and that he’s not to blame for the blood on his hands. because he still made the choice to come back to the game and oversee it. there’s still blood on his hands. his actions can’t be justified. he’s still a terrible person.”
his making the choice to come back to the game and oversee it, the blood on his hands, how his actions can’t be justified and how he’s a “terrible person” are literally what make him a cute little babygirl who did nothing wrong uwu to me wdym
wait till y’all see me babying my other babygirl, who did nothing wrong ever in his life, art the clown
457 // prose I found on pinterest that reminded me of them (but couldn’t find the author)
thinking about this scene where Gi-hun dreamed about the Front Man and
1.) how did Gi-hun know how the Front Man looked like when he never saw him before? (the part where Jun-ho described to him about how Front Man wore a mask was after the dream)
2.) I know it was a dream and anything could happen so this is just a silly thought but if both of Front Man’s hands were full here, how did he press Gi-hun’s doorbell? repeatedly.
because it’d be awkward if Gi-hun opened the door to Front Man with one of his legs all the way up trying to press that doorbell with the tip of his shoe.
Front Man with his leg still in the air: “can you get back in, open the door again in 2 seconds and pretend you didn’t see this?”
Gi-hun:
““When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with. The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.” All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone. And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.””
— Astrid Lindgren, author of Pippi Longstocking, 1978 Peace Prize Acceptance Speech (via jillymomcraftypants)
fanfic writers are so fucking awesome man. they write novel length fics that are sometimes even better than some published bestselling books written by professional writers. like fanfic writers are professional writers to me and they gift us their masterpieces for free. they give us something we can look forward to after a long day. something from which we can seek comfort when life is hard. something that can be our own little getaway. in a world of capitalism, despite everything, they give us all of these for free. like holy fuck. shout out to every fanfic writer. I wish all fanfic writers a very ‘I love you with all my heart and soul. I thank you from the bottom of my heart’
Fudgy Brown Butter Brownies
in-ho is just as much a victim as gi-hun; but yall arent ready for that conversation