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so, when they're all sitting together and sharing their names in the fourth episode, ali reveals that he's been under the assumption that gi-hun's name is ssangmun-dong.
which means that whenever gi-hun started praising sang-woo by calling him the pride of ssangmun-dong, he thought... oh, i need to sit down for this...
this is what happened right
au where sang-woo takes gi-hun’s hand, and they go home without the money.
during the ride home, nobody speaks. gi-hun still isn’t ready to put everything beside and needs time to think.
they go their separate ways for a few weeks, to process what had just happened to them.
finally, gi-hun visits sang-woo’s apartment, with the hope they can sort things out, finally heal, and work their lives out as they were meant to.
he calls through the tiny apartment, but is given no answer.
he looks through the rest of the house. no return when he calls out sang-woo’s name.
the only answer he’s given is a body, hanging from the bedroom ceiling.
sang-woo’s body.
even in another universe, he wasn’t enough to stop sang-woo from taking his own life.
sorry guys!!!!
hello docsu/deokgi nation
THE PITT 1.15 “9:00 P.M.”
Who's off the island so far?:
-the salesman
-myung-gi/player 333
-hwang in-ho/the frontman
-Kang no-eul/guard 11
tags by @notyetgolden
I’ve only seen season one of squid game but I think the scene that sticks most in my mind is the very first game. red light, green light.
no one who signed up for it knew they would actually die if they lost any of the games and the reason most people died in that game is because they didn’t know that and freaked out when they saw that the first person to lose was actually dead.
so many of them ran to the door to try and get out and then all got shot by the doll :(
I love how The Pitt's use of the small time scale shows how quickly trauma (or just collaboration in any high pressure environment) can create bonds. Specifically I'm talking about Whittaker and Santos. I'm rewatching from the beginning after watching the finale, and in s1e1 when Whittaker complains about money problems, Santos just smirks and is like "sell a kidney." By the end of the season, she offers for him to move in with her.
This is like a season's worth of relationship development and character development for Santos especially. But like. Over the time span of one day. Less than 24 hours. That is just insane to think about. And yet. It makes sense. Because they endured insane trauma together and even before that, they were comrades in arms facing a constant onslaught of patients and expectations. It is just such good writing and something I've never seen before. I'm sure this has been said a million times but like. A full season of character development. One day. Both make sense. Wow.
dennis whitaker is such a wet cat he canonically kills rats. let that sink in.
watched the pitt. god, they fucking got me. they got me with a platonic pairing. this always happens. dennis and trinity i love you.
gyeong-su died searching in the sea of faces for the man he idolized most.
gyeong-su died with fear in his eyes, not able to process the fact that the man he idolized most abandoned him, leaving him to die.
gyeong-su died trying to get himself back up after being kicked by the man who he idolized most; after being abandoned by people he thought were his friends.
gyeong-su died like this.
"[character] is my husband <3" "[character] is my son!!"
ali is a family friend. he's at the dawat. he comes in with a stack of pizza boxes for the kids. he's watching them play hide-and-seek in the house. he opens the door when one of them gets stuck in the pantry. he's smiling as he hands his son off to an auntie. she's gushing over how cute he is. he's at the masjid. you can see him in the corner, plain tasbih in hand. he stays for the khutbah. he talks to the other men outside, wishing them goodbye. he leaves a styrofoam plate filled with cat food out by the fence. he's at your house. he's in the doorway holding an aluminum tray of biryani. it's for iftar. he can't stay for long, he insists. really, he does. he's sorry. the food's from his wife. he warns that it's spicy. when you go to take a bite, it's still warm.
“You know I always keep my promises.” | Sae-byeok & Cheol from Squid Game
Cont. from this but in a diff style bc there’s no style consistency here ☺️✌️
thinking about sang-woo's face whenever ali says something that reminds him how out of his depth the guy is.
i mean, sang-woo has this general air of constant guilt going for him in the show, but you can see the exasperation in there whenever this happens.
bonus: sang-woo's immediate reaction to finding out ali's got a one-year-old baby boy waiting for him at home.
it's not a squid game character unless all their relationships are doomed.
okay I didnt meant to draw it this way, it came out pretty serious haha next drawing will be more in my style haha
man i love when a character turns into a wound that time refuses to heal
text is an edited version of a passage from "the outsiders" by s.e. hinton
ali "gi-hun's angel" abdul was sang-woo's angel, too.
not in the same way, of course.
...
to sang-woo, ali was this wide-eyed, clueless foreigner who was far too kind to be talking to someone like him. he's thankful for the simplest things, while sang-woo strives for perfection to the point of killing him. he said he lived in ansan. he says he'll walk. how can he say that? expecting sang-woo to what, let him? yes, sure, he can't really spare the money, but the idea of this relatively-puppy-looking guy wandering the streets until he finds his way home is not something he needs on his conscience at this time. so he gives him the money, and tells him to stop calling him that damn honorific. there's no need for that. when they get back to the games, ali's back. sang-woo makes a mental note of his strength when gi-hun points it out. he was willing to risk his life for others, too. those are good traits for an ally. sang-woo can make up for any lack of knowledge that might arise. they're a perfect team, when he thinks about it (oh, he'll end up thinking about it alright).
...
after the fight—when they were all banded together like a real team—they now sit to recover. ali looks embarrassed when he mistakes gi-hun's (their) hometown as his name. sang-woo asks for his, because he's a good ally friend. sang-woo hasn't had a friend in years. something about being in debt and going through depressive episode after depressive episode and not being able to look anyone you know in the eyes because how could you? after failing that badly? how could you?
it doesn't hurt like that when ali looks at him. sure, he feels the normal amount of guilt. ali thinks he's pretty kind for that move at the convenience store. he isn't; he knows he isn't. but ali doesn't look at him like gi-hun looks at him, like he's hung every star in the damn universe. ali thinks like that about anyone who treats him like a human. it hurts less, knowing that. sang-woo knows that in order for him to win, ali will have to die. everyone will have to die. he'll worry about that later.
... while they're on a night shift, ali shares his food with him. he's still thinking about the bus fare. why? he's already eaten. there's no reason for ali to starve. he splits it, though, because he doesn't want to refuse for another time.
ssajangnim. ssajangnim. ssajangnim. no one else ever corrects him. sang-woo doesn't know why. it's uncomfortable. he smiles when ali calls him hyung. he doesn't remember the last time he's smiled like this. a genuine smile. it quickly wipes off his face. he's here for money. of course, so is sang-woo. but sang-woo's here for his mom, mainly. he doesn't know why he was stupid enough to use her in his rabbit hole of debt. too late to lament that now. is ali here for his parents?
ali is a parent. he's got a kid. one. a one year old. sang-woo's going to vomit, his eyes prick with tears. he doesn't cry though, he never does. there's no way someone this... good is ever going to make it out of here. he's only taken out of his thoughts when ali asks him the same.
his reason sounds kind of pathetic now. he says it's about money, too.
...
the next game is duo-based. it's a no-brainer. ali's kind enough to look over at gi-hun. sang-woo needs to win. ali needs to win. they could do this.
the rules of the game are explained. sang-woo can't. he can't do this. he's not going to die.
ali's kindness isn't a virtue anymore. it's a liability. the clock is ticking. his flaws get glaringly bright like this. how do you not know what an even number is? sang-woo explains as patiently as he can. how is he winning. sang-woo was the intelligent one, wasn't he? he was the one who went to business school. hell, this is a guessing game. how the hell is ali winning? it's just like his debt. he's failing. he's failing at the one thing he's supposed to be good at. ali must be cheating. he has to be. sang-woo can't be failing again. he can't fail again.
the clock is ticking. sang-woo feels sick to his stomach. he begs, he pleads, he... he's looking at rocks. he turns to ali. he has a plan.
... "player 199, eliminated." sang-woo feels like he's being compressed by a machine. he breathes out and everything aches. he keeps walking. ... sang-woo's eating alone. funny, how most of his meals would be by ali's side. shared with him. shared with a friend. but friends come and go. he only knew ali for a couple days. it's not that special, he thinks.
his hands are shaking. ... he's fucking outraged at that husband. how could he not go on, huh? didn't he love his wife? didn't he care about her? how could he sit there, knowing her corpse is somewhere out there where he can't even retrieve it. he wants to give up the money? he wants to make her worthless? he grabs that man by the collar and gives him a piece of his mind. that night, he thinks about ali. really thinks about it. fuck, he was such a bastard. that man had a wife, a kid... things he'll never have. things he took away from him. kind, naive ali. he had more heart than sang-woo ever had, that's for sure. deserved more too. an angel, he remembers gi-hun saying. well, he doesn't have ali anymore. he tore those wings out when he betrayed him. he doesn't need an angel, in here. he needs to survive. he'll do whatever it takes. he can't fuck up now. he couldn't before, either. but not now. not after what he's done. ... player 069 is hanging from the metal frame, lifeless. was it what he said? no time to dwell on it, he thinks to himself, swallowing the feeling of guilt that blooms in his chest.
hi.
whichever one of you fucks put my fic (vanish into you) into a public rating bookmark collection (and rated my fic 3/5 stars) can you please take it down right now.
i didn’t ask for you to rate my fic. you are unconsentedly rating shit i put HOURS into. HOURS I COULD BE USING STUDYING FOR FINALS. but sorry that i enjoy writing enough i guess??
hell, i dont even care if you rate it 5 stars, or 1 star, but i didnt ask for this, and im sure these others didnt either!! (there’s thousands of them)
this is genuinely upsetting me because as somebody who has a borderline anxiety attack before posting every chapter, it kinda sucks to get indirectly told your work is mediocre! i am insanely self conscious and this doesn’t help. so congrats i guess!
ao3 isn’t even meant to have a rating system. i’m sorry for getting so worked up over this but it is genuinely upsetting.
anyways. please and thank you.
sketch with my poor little meow meow
every sangihun hater out there in the world just fuels my desire to write 15k words of them having nasty sex
ali calling sang-woo bhaiya when he speaks urdu. is this anything?
Why is the pride of Ssang-mun Dong, the great Doo Sang-woo of SNU, here? Rolling around in this shit hole with a dimwit like me?