5 pages only to give him new hedgehog yes im not sorry

Title: parasitical instincts

Author: hawkshadow (@hawkshadowwrites)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Pete Saengtham/Vegas Theerapanyakul/Porsche Kittisawat

Summary:

Title: silence and submission

Author: hawkshadow (@hawkshadowwrites)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Kim Theerapanyakul/Big, Big/Chan

Summary:

The Sand Effect™

ONLY FRIENDS | Ep 2 & 3

The Lost Tomb 2 ep.27

✨ stolen kisses, pretty lies ✨

📍 “wedding plan”

🖇️ 1.2k ; Lom/Nuea

🗓️ first fic in the show tag

🏷️ they make out in the locker room

✅ ep 1 missing scene

(Also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49025569)

The last thing that Nuea needed in his already complicated life, was to fall for one of his clients. Unfortunately, that is exactly what he somehow managed to do.

Seeing Sailom in the McDonald's felt like fate — that perhaps the gods were finally shining their favor down on him after all — that is, until the most gorgeous woman walked in and sat down across from him.

Nuea has always known he is queer as they come, but he can still appreciate the beauty of someone like her. Someone who clearly was of the caliber and worth to date this mysterious hot guy who is exactly Nuea’s cup of tea. He is grateful for the happenstance that he won’t have to see this guy again, that he can sulk and nurse his wounds long enough to forget about him.

This works for him and is all well and good, until the very big important client just happens to be Mr. Perfect.

Gentle reminder that very little fandom labor is automated, because I think people forget that a lot.

That blog with a tagging system you love? A person curates those tags by hand.

That rec blog with a great organization scheme and pretty graphics? Someone designed and implemented that organization scheme and made those graphics.

That network that posts a cool variety of stuff? People track down all that variety and queue it by hand, and other people made all the individual pieces.

That post with umpteen links to helpful resources, and information about them? Someone gathered those links, researched the sources, wrote up the information about them.

That graphic about fandom statistics? Someone compiled those statistics, analyzed them, organized them, figured out a useful way to convey the information to others, and made the post.

That event that you think looks neat? Someone wrote the rules, created the blogs and Discords, designed the graphics, did their best to promo the event so it'd succeed.

None of this was done automatically. None of it just appears whole out of the internet ether.

I think everyone realizes that fic writing and fanart creation are work, and at least some folks have got it through their heads that gif creation and graphics and moodboards take effort, and meta is usually respected for the effort that goes into it, at least as far as I've seen, but I feel like a lot of people don't really get how much labor goes into curation, too.

If people are creating resources, curating content, organizing the creations of others, gathering information, and doing other fandom activities that aren't necessarily the direct action of creation, they're doing a lot of fandom labor, and it's often largely unrecognized.

Celebrate fan work!

To folks doing this kind of labor: I see you, and I thank you. You are the backbones of our fandoms and I love you.

My mistake, I made this about me

(he wanted it comfortable i wanted that pain by @hawkshadowwrites, stratswrites feels like this song)

If you liked barbie I beg you to watch this tiktok

one hit wonder

fandom: bloodhounds (2023); ship: Hong Woo-Jin & Kim Gun-Woo

The thing is, if Woo-jin hadn’t been so unflinchingly confident that he was going to win, there was a slight chance that he could have won. But the thing is, he underestimated Gun-woo. 

At twenty-seven, the weight of the world is on his shoulders, the weight of a father’s expectation and disappointment and rage; a measurement of not enough. Never enough. Always falling short. 

The trophy is his, by right. By birthright. 

If someone asked Woo-jin what the first thing he noticed about Gun-woo was, he wouldn’t be able to answer, because he didn’t notice Gun-woo. Not until they were in the ring together, facing off from opposite sides of the ring. 

Woo-jin is a seasoned boxer, an undefeated boxer. He doesn’t have to worry about the rookie — Kim Gun-woo, the super rookie — and his killer left hook to the body. One hit wonder, one and done. Woo-Jin laughs to himself at the irony, that when he wins this match and takes home the trophy, rookie Kim Gun-woo will also be a one-hit wonder. 

Despite the weight of expectations, Woo-Jin loves boxing. It’s his lifeblood, his beating heart, his blood and breath and backbone. His salvation. His deliverance. There is something transcendent about stepping into the ring, weighted gloves on his fists, staring down the man across from him. The rush of adrenaline that comes from the sound of the bell, the way they come together and meet in the middle. 

It’s not as if he delights in the fear in his opponent’s eyes, but he does find satisfaction at making men kneel. Or something to that effect. 

He feels the weight of his comrades gaze on him and shakes himself down, reminding himself that this is his ring, his lifeblood, his prize to win. Super Rookie Kim Gun-Woo and his left hook have no place here, not in his match. 

Woo-Jin expects Gun-woo to have some trepidation, but the first thing that really gets to him is how stoic he is. A wall of muscle and a walled-off mask, unreadable minute reactions that leave Woo-Jin baffled at what he is thinking. The second thing that gets to him is the fact that Gun-Woo is good.

Really good. 

Annoyingly good. 

Good enough that he manages to put Woo-Jin on the back foot, struggling to regain control of the match. The third thing is how inconvenient his defense is; one punch and two punches and three punches and four, fists connecting with solid muscle and an iron defense. Impenetrable. 

Speed and precision mean little when faced with an unmovable mountain, that you cannot move a mountain, you have to go around. So go around he does, or tries, at least. Dodging and ducking and dancing around the ring, agile and limber and light on his feet. It’s a game, really, a song and dance and call and response, a beckoning that turns into a reckoning when fists meet the face. 

Except. 

It’s Woo-Jin that takes the real official first hit. Not Gun-woo. A sharp uppercut that has him dazed, shaking the stars out of his eyes before diving back in. Gun-woo is impenetrable and Woo-Jin forgets his own very important rule: don’t get emotional. 

He can throw taunts and jabs, jeer and tease, all in attempts at aggravation and distraction. He needs his opponent to lose their cool, to lose their composure, to lose their chance at defending. 

Woo-Jin forgets this. And gets irritated. 

And takes a wicked left hook to his kidney as a consequence. He expects to shake it off, but his body has other plans and he sinks to his knees as the breath is knocked from his lungs. A single left hook and everything Woo-Jin has worked for flashes before his eyes. 

He cannot lose.

Distantly he can hear the count; one, and two, and three, and four; and the air burns as he struggles to breathe. Five, and six; Woo-Jin cannot lose like this. He cannot let this rookie punk take everything from him. 

Seven.

He stands. 

It’s enough resilience to give him a second chance, enough determination derived from pure spite that fuels his vindictive desperation to win. He can see it now, the arrogance of trying the same thing the second time. But Woo-Jin is prepared. He knows it. Knows how to block it, how to beat Gun-Woo. 

And it fails. He looks like a fool.

And Gun-Woo, the bastard, stands there and looks apologetic. 

Food. 

He wants food. No, he needs it. The tender texture of meat on his tongue, soju on his lips, the rejuvenation of a vigorous match; even if he lost. He doesn’t want to order take-out though, he doesn’t want to eat at home, alone. 

Food is about celebration, collaboration, connection. Food is about bringing people together, which is why the last person he expects to be waiting for him is Gun-woo. 

Gun-woo, who stands and smiles, looking genuinely happy to see him, asking shall we go eat with such eager sincerity that Woo-Jin feels justified in taking another swing at his annoying perky ass. 

Earnest. This is the best way Woo-Jin can describe the expression on Gun-Woo’s face, just as earnest as he talks about pork belly as he does to wish for Woo-Jin’s company. 

He really doesn’t know how he feels about that. His gut instinct is to say no, to scoff, to play it off and go somewhere else. But somehow when Gun-Woo turns his back, Woo-Jin feels compelled to follow. His pride may be large but his stomach is even larger. 

And the fact that Gun-Woo stole his trophy and his prize money, the least he can do is pay for dinner. 

It seems almost natural to fall into step with Gun-Woo, natural and intrinsic as if they just weren’t shirtless and breathless and beating each other with fists. Natural in the way their shoulders brush, in the way they sway into each other and apart — well, maybe this is just Woo-Jin, but after two nasty left hooks into his liver, he thinks he has a right to be a little unbalanced on his feet. Which has nothing to do with the solid weight and warmth of Gun-Woo. 

It’s almost too easy to tease Gun-Woo; naïveté and misguided optimism, faith and trust, wide eyes that steal all attention just to him. 

Sitting across from someone at a cozy barbecue joint in town should feel natural. Instead this feels intimate. The restaurant is devoid of other diners, just the two of them in the center of the room, table covered in various dishes. 

Woo-Jin watches as Gun-Woo carefully places each slice onto the grill and he feels compelled to know everything. This turns out to be a mistake because with each question his fascination grows; strong and competent and powerful, yet humble and modest as if it truly is nothing worth mentioning. 

Stubborn, too. Stubborn enough that Woo-Jin really wants to get Gun-Woo to obey. There are other things Woo-Jin notices, like how Gun-Woo’s eyelashes frame his expressive eyes, how he has two moles on the left side of his nose, and how good he is at just about everything. 

How when he smiles, it makes his heart skip a beat. 

How he promises to obey, and then still doesn’t listen. How much that thought devolves into something else, a flush creeping across his skin. 

How when Gun-Woo says hyeong the heat makes a home inside of him. How his thoughts are consumed with Gun-Woo saying hyeong with those wide eyes and soft smile. 

How he opens his mouth and leans forward, taking the food into his mouth with such enthusiasm Woo-Jin feels flushed and flustered. How he wonders what else he can put in Gun-Woo’s mouth. 

The alcohol settles under his skin and he feels the giddiness grow, rising up in him like a balloon. He feels weightless, even despite the loss of the match, something about Gun-Woo’s effervescent enthusiasm enough to infect him with genuine joy. 

They walk in pace, slowly, as if they have nowhere to go or nowhere to be, as if the only thing that matters is the two of them. The night however, is drawing to a close, and Woo-Jin already regrets the loss of time. He doesn’t understand how someone can make him feel weightless, full of joy. 

He needs this to happen again, so he pulls out his phone and hands it to Gun-Woo. He turns, catching sight of the crinkle in Gun-Woo’s eyes as he teases him, words soft and breathless on his lips. Their knees brush and neither one of them moves, the warmth pressing in until Woo-Jin never wants to leave. 

But then the bus comes, screeching to a halt with a whoosh as the doors swing open, Gun-Woo standing and giving Woo-Jin one last smile. 

Woo-Jin watches him depart on the bus, enchanted. Perhaps next time he will find the courage to see what Gun-Woo’s lips actually taste like. 

I will never forgive mattel for not letting earring magic ken keep his mesh shirt and cock ring necklace in the movie

truly unforgivable

peer reviewed tags

Drama: Bloodhounds (Episode 7)

Like.... how is something like that even possible.... They had to workout like hell to look like this... but I am not complaining...

Woo- Jin's best moments...

This guy is hilarious and I am seriously in love with him 🥰

I care about this kid.

WOO DO HWAN as Kim Gun Woo ◇ LEE SANG YI as Hong Woo Jin BLOODHOUNDS 사냥개들 (2023) dir. Jason Kim

Bloodhounds 사냥개들 // Episode 7

2023 WATCHLIST