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Part one of my The Good Sides Of The Internet poster project I’m doing for my art school application portfolio. 

Skam changed me as a person and helped me meet some of the most incredible people and I’ll be grateful for this forever. 💛


Jongin for Esquire Korea 2017 Feb issue

I hate that there’s a limit to the Gay™ I can reasonably expect from modern media. Even though there are millions of books, movies, and tv shows with purely straight characters I could never hope for a show with more than a few or, god forbid, only queer characters. It’s like there’s an unspoken rule that I can’t hope for more than one, maybe two non-straight characters or relationships because any more would be ‘unrealistic’ or 'pandering’. Fucking pander to me man, to all the other queer people invested in the worlds you create, because it’s not fair that because there’s a lesbian couple there’s an invisible cap and now I’ll never see a bi main character, or that having a trans side character is “enough activism” and that trans character will never have another friend on the show like them. Why do you have to maroon all your gays in this heterosexual world? Why can’t you let us find each other??

The Party part 16/?

K: …

L: …

L: Aren’t you going to say anything?

L: Whoa okay settle down-

K: Lance do you… even like me?

L: What?

K: Don’t ‘what’ me you know exactly what I’m talking about.

K: You walk around flirting with any mildly attractive alien we come across and I can’t help but feel like…

L: Like what?

K: Like I’m nothing special to you! Just another person you can flirt with when you feel like it, then move onto the next because it’s no big deal to you

K: d-don’t you know how much I care about you?

K: I-I mean we have arguments and disagreements and I know you’d probably be happy with someone else but to lead me on like this… and for this long.

K: It’s fucking cruel!

K: Is everything that you’ve done just some kind of petty game? Another competition you want to beat me at?! another way you can one up me!?

K: If that’s the case then, you must really hate me! a-and I know this all just might be my fault for forcing things, instead of just letting myself hate you-

K: Too….

Was doing the pv but got tired so drew my two LL! fav charas


The Cake Fic

here’s my warning liam is making me post this bc he wants everyone to see it i swear i’m so sorry rip

disturbing content ahead

“Happy birthday, Phillip!”
“Why thank you, Daniel!”
Oh, no! Dan had forgotten to make Phil a birthday cake! He pushed Phil down onto a chair and handcuffed his hands to the arms of the chair. Phil could hardly budge, for he was bent into a painful position.
“Yes, Phil?”
“What are you doing?”
“Why, I’m making your birthday cake!”
“Why did you handcuff me to the chair?”
Dan shushed Phil, putting his finger to him lips and dragging it down to his chin.
Dan pulled out a box of birthday cake mix.

He opened the box. “Open wide, Phillip!”
Phil hesitated.
Suddenly, Dan’s sweet voice turned horrific and voilent.
Phil’s eyes snapped wide open as he flung his mouth open as well.
Dan smiled sweetly again and mix into Phil’s mouth.
Phil coughed the dry mixture everywhere, but Dan covered Phil’s mouth to make sure his cake was complete in the end.
Phil was almost choking on the dryness, as well as crying.
Dan collected Phil’s tears and dropped it into Phil’s mouth.
“Not so dry now?” Dan laughed. “Now, let’s read the directions.”
Dan read the back of the box.
“Let’s see, one cup of milk..” Dan looked evilly at Phil as he got up and walked to the fridge. He swung the door open and pulled out two gallons of milk. He opened both and began to pour them all over the floor. When they were empty, he looked back at Phil. “Oopsie doopsie!” Dan giggled. “It seems we are all out of milk.” Phil was staring at Dan in horror. Dan gripped the waistline of his jeans and began to slowly slide them down. “But this will be much better.” He slips out his massive, hard cock and sticks the tip to the entrance of the carton, as the whole thing could not fit in. “Now all you have to do my friend, is look sexy for me.” Phil was crying, but kept his mouth closed out of fear of what Dan might do.
Dan rubbed his smooth, stiff dick slowly, still looking into Phil’s eyes. Dan tried to scream in pleasure, but a slight groan escaped his mouth. A blast of come exploded into the carton. Dan began toward Phil again.
“Open up, dearie,” Dan smirked. Phil looked away, mouth closed.
A furious expression appeared on Dan’s face as he grabbed his penis by the base and flung it towards Phil’s face. It struck him hard, leaving a long red slash across his face. Tears pooled in Phil’s eyes as he opened his mouth for Dan. Dan then began to spill the fresh batch of come into Phil’s mouth.
“It says to mix the wet ingredients together first and then add it, but I like breaking rules,” Dan said.
Phil whimpered.
Dan tossed the carton aside. It was time for the next ingredient.
“Two large eggs,” Dan read. He went to the fridge again and pulled out the carton of eggs. He took two from it and brought them to Phil. “It says to beat them slightly before adding them to the mix.”
Dan cracked one egg and let it slide into his own mouth. Then, he lowered his head down to Phil’s genitilia. He undid the button in his jeans and pulled them down. Dan reached into Phil’s undies for his penis. It was soft.
Dan’s eyes darkened. He tried to scream without spilling the egg from his mouth. “Bitch! Am I not sexy enough for you??” He cracked the other egg open and let it fall into his mouth. Then, he picked up Phil’s cock and slid it into his own mouth. He flung it around in there, beating the eggs. It was hardening. Phil was crying out, letting out some ingredients.
“Keep your mouth shut!” screamed Dan. Phil shut him mouth immediately. Dan was tickling his dick with his tongue. Phil was squirming. Then, Dan stood up and looked at Phil. He took his lips between his fingers and spread them open.
Dan then opened his mouth and spit the eggs out into Phil’s mouth. Then Dan took his hand and put it under Phil’s chin and jammed his mouth shut. It hurt Phil’s jaw, and he let out a groan through his closed lips.
“A half cup of oil,” Dan continued. “Why, I know where there might be some oil!”
He walked into the bathroom, leaving Phil alone for a minute. Phil fidgeted with his hands to try to free himself, but didn’t dare open his mouth in case Dan came back. And he did indeed. Dan turned the corner holding a small container.
It looked familiar to Phil. Lube. It was lube.
“This will do nicely,” said Dan. Dan pulled out his dick once more and poured the whole entire thing of lube onto it. He rubbed it around viciously. “Ready to add it to the mixture?”
Phil opened his mouth slightly. Dan shoved his whole dick down Phil’s throat. Phil’s eyes fluttered, and he was making gurgling noises. He was choking on Dan’s dick. The chains from the handcuffs were rattling under the chair. Dan moaned. Phil stopped moving as much. He was almost dead. Dan decided he had had enough and pulled his hard dong out, all the lube had transferred to Phil’s mouth. Phil was weak and limp.
“That’s it.”
Phil was relieved for Dan to say that, but somehow knew it wasn’t over.
“Swallow it.”
Phil’s heart dropped. There was a ton of mix in his mouth. He regretfully swallowed all of it, choking as it went down. Every last drop.
Dan grinned. He got up and pulled a cake pan out of a cabinet. He brought it back to Phil and held it under his mouth. Phil was terrified of what was going to happen next.
“Open your mouth, babe,” said Dan.
Phil did as he was told. Dan stuck his index finger into Phil’s mouth and lightly touched the back of his throat. Phil gagged hard, but nothing came up. Dan ran his finger up and down the back of his throat, and soon, he started to see the mix run back up into his mouth. He pulled his finger out and watched as Phil vomited into the cake pan. When he was done, Dan got up to turn on the oven. He swung the door open and threw the pan in. For 15 minutes, Dan sat there, staring at Phil, attached to the chair and crying.
When the cake was done, Dan pulled it out and brought it over to Phil.
“This isn’t cake without frosting!” Dan said happily.
Phil’s dick was still hanging out in he open, so he grabbed it tightly and shoved the cake pan under it. The hot cake burned Phil’s cock so bad, but he had to. Dan slid his tongue up and down Phil’s erection. Semen then began to squirt out all over the fresh cake. When no more came, Dan slid it out from underneath. He then grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and stabbed it into the cake, carving a slice out. He picked up the piece of cake with his bare hand and forced it into Phil’s mouth.
“How does it taste?”
“It tastes… Amazing,” said Phil, his mouth full.
“I’m glad you like it. It is your birthday after all.”


Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. “It wouldn’t need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am.” His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, “The last dragon died a century ago, lad.” That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night.

Most of Hinata Shouyou’s life is paved through forgetting. It’s not even as hard as he might have thought. GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is alive. And it doesn’t matter what’s branded onto his thigh, or what scars he has as a reminder: Hinata Shouyou is alive, GM-O394 is not.


It’s easy, really, to forget. Because he’s not jumping, not flying, not doing anything GM-O394 once loved. So he forgets. (He trains himself to forget).

He forgets how to hold a gun.

He forgets how to break a neck.

He forgets how to kill a man.

And really, really, sometimes it’s all too easy to forget that these were all things he once needed to know how to do.


Tall people, tall, strong, volleyball players—they intimidate him, and rightly so, whenever he meets them in front of a bathroom. Not that he’d ever back down; but they make him nervous, because he’s not GM-O394 when he meets them, he’s Hinata.


Those times when he hit Kageyama—it was Hinata hitting Kageyama, just an ordinary human boy, hitting like an ordinary human boy would.

It’s amazing to think even when he’s angry, even when he’s attacking someone, he’s not attacking someone. He’s reacting just the way he should be: like someone who was never trained how to hurt people, and if that’s not a sign about who he really is, then he doesn’t know what would be.


It’s not 394 who defends Kiyoko from the Johzenji either, although it could have been. That had all been Hinata—getting in between them, being pushed aside, jumping in front of them—that was First Year Hinata Shouyou, trying to help out his beloved Third Year manager, all the while thinking that Tanaka or Nishinoya could have done a better job.

There’s a second, just the tiniest of moments, when Kiyoko looks a little scared by all these strange men crowding her and for the tiniest breath there’s that possibility of danger because the Karasuno students don’t know these guys are and maybe they’re the kind of people who might hurt a girl and in that small, very quick, can’t even really call it a second, 394 is lurking beneath the surface of Hinata’s skin. Blow to the chin, blow to the gut, knock to the ground, grab Kiyoko, fly.

But these students, they’re interested in Hinata Shouyou, the volleyball player. So it’s the volleyball player who talks back. And when Kiyoko thanks him later, it’s really easy to forget just how close he’d been to 394.


He almost always dreams about flying, but sometimes those dreams are memories and they’re more like nightmares.

Sometimes, he dreams about being on the alert—and he has to see everything, everything, because if he misses anything and doesn’t provide the right warning in time, his Generation could die. He has to be more aware than any of them, he has to be prepared for anything, he has to move quickly, he has to move before there’s ever any danger because if he doesn’t move fast it’ll be too late and it’s his job to catch things before it’s too late.

It’s his job to say, there he is, there’s the man who has to die.

It’s his job to say, leave now or we’ll all die.

And it’s his job to get rid of any unexpected threat because the others are too far away and no one ever remembers to look up so they don’t see him coming.

He’s not actually good at his job. He does it. But there’s a reason he was scrapped.

When he wakes up from those dreams it’s easy to treat them as dreams. Just dreams. Over when the morning comes. Not something he ever has to think about again.

Forget it ever happened.


And his classmates in Karasuno, and his teammates in the volleyball club, and his teachers and his parents and his boyfriend—they all forget too because it’s easy. Hinata Shouyou told the world he was genetically designed in a lab and then he went to school the next day like it never happened. People would tease him but they didn’t put it together, not really. They couldn’t add Miracle and Hinata Shouyou and make it equal threat and that’s fine. He’s not a threat. He’s not even a Miracle, not really.

(GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is not).


The people who play against him remember, which is something Hinata finds out on accident.

It’s the bathroom again, of course it’s the bathroom, and he’s in a stall and he doesn’t expect to overhear the Aoba Josai players talking to one another after their practice game but he does.

“You know how sometimes that shrimp just moves when you don’t expect him to and he spikes the ball, and then he just kinda gets that aura like he might actually kill you?”


“It’s a lot more terrifying now that you know he could probably actually kill you, isn’t it?”


Hinata has to hide in the bathroom until they leave. It’s a weird sort of disconnect, because he didn’t know that’s how he comes across on a volleyball court, and also he’s pretty sure he was never so terrifying when he was an assassin.

(He was a very bad assassin).


At some point, when they’re kissing, Kageyama finds his scars. (They’re small and unobtrusive for the most part, it would be easy to think they’re the products of a normal, clumsy childhood, except by now Kageyama knows Hinata didn’t have a normal childhood).

The fascinating thing about Kageyama is that he doesn’t ask. From the get go, he knows who Hinata Shouyou is, and nothing else really matters.


But later, after Kageyama meets Kuroko Tetsuya a few times, he does ask, but it’s not the question Hinata is expecting.

“Do you ever think you’ll be him again?”

It pleases him, for some strange reason, that Kageyama recognizes Hinata isn’t that person anymore. He thinks about the question, remembers briefly what 394 feels like under his skin and says, “Might.” He shrugs. “If I had a reason.”

Kageyama accepts this, and then they don’t talk about it, and it’s like they’ve both forgotten, even if they haven’t.


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