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Why Sangwoo Became Affectionate

As my best friend @officialperidork said, chapter 6 is basically an ecchi. We are presented with a soft, sensual, and sexually charged tone which is a dramatic shift from what the readers now understand to be the norm. But we don’t really get an explanation and I doubt a handjob would turn Sangwoo from knife-happy to cuddly.

After reading @killingandstalking ‘s theory that Sangwoo’s mother may have sexually abused him, everything becomes clear.

Recapping the interactions in chapter 5, we see that Sangwoo was initially carrying unconscious Yoonbum to the basement but stopped midway and instead brought him to his room. We are not given a motive for this. I doubt it was a sudden change of heart or pity. I think Sangwoo recalled an event from his past where he was sick as a child.

Sangwoo places Yoonbum on his bed, helps him drink down the salt water, and tells him to rest. Later he comes back to the room and asks if Yoonbum is okay, and here is when Yoonbum shares how he wants to eat at the same table as Sangwoo from now on.

This is a key shift in the roles of the characters. Sangwoo has not shared the big table with anyone else to our knowledge and made Yoonbum sit on the small table like he did as a child. Now child Sangwoo shared the small table with his mother and must have questioned why he and his mother couldn’t eat at the big table too. By expressing how he wants to eat at the big table, Yoonbum makes a connection to child Sangwoo. Child Sangwoo only ate with his mother.

If they both eat at the big table now. Sangwoo may be able to “change” his past.

His Father doesn’t exist.

Yoonbum now has the role of child Sangwoo.

Sangwoo now views Yoonbum the way his mother viewed him and so he begins to comfort him the same way. He introduces to Yoonbum to intimacy in the same room he was as a child, and thus the fear of his mother has passed and he is now in control of how the “child” is handled.

In chapter six, we see Yoonbum explaining how since that incident, Sangwoo hasn’t hurt him, ordered him around, or made him do chores. Yoonbum is no longer the housewife. Sangwoo has taken on the role that his mother had and takes care of the abused “child”.

Dealing with the aftermath when “father” is gone

normally Yoonbum would be sprawled on the floor getting beat by now because of “father”

Showing empathetic concern

definitely not something “father” would do to “mother”

Changing the subject/showing affection

Yoonbum is even drawn like a child getting his cheeks pinched

Overall gentleness in caretaker behavior

Yoonbum explains that it feels like he’s living with twins that have a completely different personality from one another and it took time for him to get used to this. He goes on to say Sangwoo bathes and dresses him daily, which is really not like him. He normally would not give a damn if Yoonbum was hungry, dirty, or hurt. 

We do not know how long this behavior continues. We later see them sleeping in Sangwoo’s room, under the same covers. I think we can assume with the abusive dad, Sangwoo’s mom often slept in Sangwoo’s rooom instead…and that’s when things get really fucked up. 

Sangwoo solidifies his role as the mom.

1) He teaches sexual acts in the room he was haunted in

he even thanks Yoonbum after the blowjob 

2) He caresses with damp hands

3) He provides food rather than having Yoonbum cook

4) He explains the situation the way an abused parent would

Again, time passes after this. And then Sangwoo tests his loyalty and Yoonbum tries to make his escape and royally fucks up. I’ll make a post about that too later.

BONUS *when you’re your own mom and you cuddle yourself??*

killing stalking is a wild ride that we’re all going to get thrown the fuck off of


I ask the Heavens for permission…

Is anyone else absolutely in love with the oversized, stretched-out collar, grey sweater look when Ned finds out Peter is THE Spider-Man from youtube? I mean Tom looks so good in that sweater. It kills me each time I see it.  And, actually, that entire scene I love because his voice gets all high-pitched and he goes into teenager freak out mode if Aunt May were to find out and then Ned just always manages to make me laugh. Jacob does wonderfully.  

That entire scene is just so pure and precious and perfect. Must protect Peter and Ned at all costs. 

I keep thinking about what HoO would have been like if Piper had figured out her powers, or at least gotten better control over them, before heading to the wilderness school. Because imagine Piper, who hates her beauty because of how people see her for it- who hated the idea of toying with other peoples emotions, trying to suppress the ability to make other do what you want. A Piper that would have spent the first book barely speaking not because she’s afraid of forcing them to do things against their will.

A Piper that promises never to use her powers on Leo and Jason, even if she’s going to have to betray them to the giants because they’re the first two people really there for her. A Piper who is afraid to tell Jason how she feels because it will force him to feel the same way. A Piper who uses her powers to bring Jason back to life and feel so guilty and relieved because of it.

And imagine jasiper. Piper who doesn’t speak and uses body language and gestures and Jason ‘Raised By Wolves’ Grace who understands. Not just what but why. So they build themselves a language of touch and gesture and knowing each other so well that they never have to speak. So Piper never has to say the words ‘I love you’ to him, because he knows. He feels it in the way her hand lingers in his, how she curls herself into him, how her fingers play on his arm and chest and back. And how he says it back in the curl of his fingers on her hips, the way his nose presses into her neck and his breath dances on the fine hairs of her neck, and how his eyes never stray from her.

Imagine a Piper that realized how much absolute power she has, and decided to let it go

things i still lie awake at night thinking about:

  • jacobi didn’t know maxwell had a restraining order on her family, or that she’d have any reason to have a restraining order on her family
  • maxwell didn’t know jacobi was scared of ducks

i’m in a constant state of “what do you mean i’m not following this person” because i accidentally trip into other people’s blogs so often it feels like I already do


Grace,look at me.Fuck these people.Fuck ‘em.I need you to be all right.I need you,Grace.I need you.  Damn you, Tommy Shelby.

The Same Boy || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: Being best friends with Ned was both a blessing and a curse: you got to see your crush, Peter, on a near daily basis, yet he doesn’t seem to like you that much, always remaining tight lipped and quiet whenever you were around.

Lucky for you, you can always count on Spider-Man to be there for you when you want to vent to him about your hopeless crush! But lately, it seems like your feelings are being split between Peter Parker and Spider-Man as you find yourself falling for both boys….}

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story; reblogs are fine!**


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anonymous asked:

Yooooooo please tell me more about jimmy vesey/ why you love him!

!! you’ve come to the right place anon.

first off, i would like to point your attention to the fine mustache that he had going during the playoffs.

equally important are his freakishly long fingers that vaguely resemble et’s

[credit to @wouldhockey for the pic]

however you shouldn’t let any of this distract your from the fact that he is a nerd

a nerd who wants to build his mom a new kitchen, nonetheless

and canonically uses the word “sick” to describe esp nice things, such as the fact that he has the letter his cousin wrote him taped to his fridge

[this part of the vid kills me each and every time]

here is his players tribune piece [x], if you want to know more abt him

not even gonna pretend the highlight of this isn’t the kitchen.

also, he has zero style.

okay lowkey guys being in the hospital with my sister through the birth and taking care of the baby is giving me a strong urge to write mpreg with omega!cas and alpha!dean which is insane because I have NEVER written abo or mpreg but I just…. I wanna write about Cas holding his baby for the first time and like losing his breath while Dean is a sobbing mess right next to him in the same spot he’s been in for hours because he has refused to leave Cas’s side for even a second since they entered the hospital and i want to write about Cas getting misty eyed watching Dean do skin-to-skin with the baby while Cas is supposed to be sleeping but he can’t when Dean is singing classic rock songs to their child and whispering how much he loves her and how she’s a dream come true

OR OR OR something that starts sadder like pregnant omega!cas who rushes himself to the hospital when his water breaks and he meets the gorgeous Dr. Dean Winchester, a kind man with green eyes who reassures Cas that everything will be fine and he’s going to make sure that Cas and his baby are happy and healthy. The birth goes relatively smoothly and Cas is at the brink of exhaustion but then Dean is putting a warm little bundle in his arms and it’s like starting a second life. Cas cries and the first words he says are “I love you.”

The days following the birth are mostly pleasant. Cas learns to breast feed and mostly spends his time napping between feedings, diaper changes, and nurse check-ins. To his pleasant surprise, Dean visits a few times each day, sometimes for check-ups but sometimes he just pops his head in with a warm smile or he’ll claim the chair next to the bed and talk for a few minutes. Cas likes their talks, likes listening to Dean’s voice when he coos at Claire or asks how Cas’s day is going. All is well until the day a representative from birth certificates comes down and asks the dreaded question: “is there an alpha?”

Cas’s cheeks heat up but his body runs cold and he can’t meet Dean’s eyes as he answers, “No. It’s just me.”

He expects Dean to leave then. Because he knows what his situation must look like now, how most people think of singe omegas. Irresponsible. Dirty. Whores.

What he doesn’t expect is to feel a warm hand glide over his. He looks up, startled, to find green eyes watching him carefully, a glint of understand and support in their beauty. “You’re an amazing man, Castiel Novak.”

He doesn’t see Dean again until it’s time for him to go home and now with the scent of his pregnancy fading Cas is actually able to smell Dean for the first time. It’s light but he still picks it up: alpha. Dean smiles and leans over the baby, cooing at Claire and stroking her hand and it eases something in Cas. They chat for a little while, Dean going over the discharge information Cas needs to know before giving him the all clear. It’s a bittersweet goodbye for Cas that seems to core out something inside of him until Dean winks and says the magic words, “See you in a few days.”

And sure enough, three days later, Cas is shuffling into Dean’s office with a diaper bag in one hand and a carseat in the other for Claire’s check-up. They see each other again a week later and it’s amazing how these appointments brighten Cas’s days and how Cas thinks of those freckles for hours afterward.

Things change at the six-week check-up because all of Cas’s hormones are back to normal and he walks into the office smiling, a “Hello, Dean” on the tip of his tongue only to have all his breath stolen as the scents of leather, bourbon, and apple pie overwhelm him. It stuns Cas, practically paralyzingly him until Claire fidgets in his arms. He looks up and finds Dean in a similar state, body tense, chest heaving with deep breaths as if he can inhale Cas.

Then Dean starts bumbling around the cabinets until he pulls out a pill bottle and dumps a few capsules into his palm and swallows. “S-sorry, I, ugh, forgot to take them. This morning.”

The alpha’s scent begins fading as he speaks. Blockers. Cas fights not to let his disappointment show as the warmth burning through his blood cools. Claire coos then, rescuing them both from their awkward stare-down as Dean launches into the appointment. 

Cas loves the way Dean interacts with Claire, the way he tickles and moons over her, drawing tiny smiles and gurgled giggles. It puts heat in the pit of his stomach and he blushes as Dean declares they’re good to go. He packs up slowly, always does, because leaving always hurts a little. But he picks up Claire and the diaper bag and wishes Dean a good day.

You’re an idiot, he chastises himself on the way out to the car. What was he expecting, getting all worked up over a man he barely knows — his doctor, no less. 

For Dean to run after Cas and ask him out? For Dean to say he wants to be a part of his and Claire’s lives? To become the father who will kiss Claire goodnight and cry on her first day of school? To be the partner who will hold Cas at night and kiss him every morning?


Cas unlocks the car and is just opening the door when he hears-


He spins around and nearly gasps at the sight of Dean sprinting toward him, white coat billowing behind him. There’s a look of urgency on his face and Cas tenses as he gets closer.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing- nothing- no, I-” Dean comes to a stop and takes a few deep breaths before continuing. “Look, I know this is going to sound wildly unprofessional because I’m your doctor and it’s super inappropriate but I just- it kills me to watch you walk away each time and to never say anything. So if it makes you uncomfortable, I completely understand and I’ll refer you to another doctor, but I just- I had to ask if-if you’d like… to get dinner some time?”

Cas is struck speechless. All he can do is gape at the panting man in front of him because there is no way this is happening.

But the longer he just stares, the more hope fades from Dean’s eyes and he starts to inch away.

“Okay, obviously I read this wrong and I’m so sorry,” he says as he backs away. “I’ll just, ugh, I’m gonna go and… sorry.”

Cas reaches out before Dean can take another step, fingers tightening around the alpha’s wrist and he holds on for all that he’s worth.

“Are you free tonight?”

Dean looks struck by lightning before he eases into Cas’s touch and gets this dopey smile that Cas wants to kiss. “Yeah. I am.” His eyes slide down to Claire. “And Claire is totally welcome to join. I don’t want you to think I’m just- like I get that…” He rubs at the back of his neck.

Cas is sure his grin could split his face as Dean’s simple offer warms him like sunlight. “Thank you, but I’m sure my sister can watch Claire for a few hours.”

“O-okay. Great.” Dean nods. “So I’ll see you… tonight. I’ll call you.”


Dean steps away again, hand slowly breaking from Cas’s grip but not before flipping his palm and hooking his fingers with Cas’s. It makes Cas swallow.

“Oh, Dean?”

The doctor looks back, smile in place. “Yeah, Cas?”

Cas licks his lips, looks straight into Dean’s eyes. “Don’t take any more blockers.”