He’s My Best Friend, Best Of All Best Friends, Do You Have A Best Friend Too? It Tickles In My Tummy,

sobbing

Finished this art of young In Ho and kid Jun Ho. I love the Hwang brothers so much ahahdvdhhd I imagine this is just In Ho walking to or picking up Jun Ho from school. 🥺

these photos are LETHAL i was losing my mind when i first saw them

There's a scene in S1, before the riot, where Gi-hun tells Sae-byeok that he and a few others are gathering together for protection and she is welcome to join them.

Sae-byeok tells Gi-hun that she doesn't trust him.

And I love Gi-hun's response. Gi-hun doesn't list off reasons for Sae-byeok to trust him. He doesn't get offended or annoyed with her. He just tells her, "You don't trust people because you know they're trustworthy. You trust people because you have nothing else."

To me, that sums up the core of his character so well, and it's the perfect example of what makes him the necessary hero to stop these games.

When the world tries to crush you down and enforce an ideology that trust is weak and foolish and must be stripped away through violence if necessary, the strongest thing a person can do is to trust other people anyway.

The only thing a person can do, if they want to keep any humanity of their own, is to trust other people anyway.

jungbae !!!

jungbae things i like:

when he votes O and immediately feels so guilty and awful about it + scared of gihun being mad at him, so he goes and puts himself in the naughty corner and daeho has to drag him back over lol

the one scene where he's crying and apologising to his wife in his sleep (WHY DON'T PPL TALK ABT THIS MORE. WHY DON'T I TALK ABT THIS MORE MYSELF, FOR THAT MATTER)

how he immediately cups gihun's face and grabs his hands to make sure he's real when they first meet again

the scene where he gives his bread to junhee and is like "take it..... i don't deserve to eat :(" but then when daeho is like "well in that case can i have your milk too" jungbae just fucking glares at him

in general the way that him and daeho are a comedic duo. ppl often characterise them as having a father son type dynamic but that's wrong imo. they're more like a younger coworker and an older coworker comedy duo from a sitcom who are constantly slacking off and getting into shenanigans together. they would get matching tattoos and shit i think. brothers 4 lyfe

how he was 100% the more normal, calm, serious and emotionally well-adjusted friend in the gihun + jungbae duo pre squid game (i feel like jungbae often gets characterised as the silly sunshine one and gihun as the serious one bc of their dynamic in s2, but i think that jungbae was 100% a kind of rock/steadier calming influence for gihun pre squid game, from what we see in ep1)

please add your own thoughts

please just talk to me abt jungbae

Jungbae

sobbing AGAIN

This is a continuation of the cliff scene in which the Hwang brothers face each other on the same cliff again - and Jun-ho "pew-pews" himself

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(trigger warnings: guns, violence, suicide, blood)

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In-ho lunged.

Heart in his throat. Legs burning. The world narrowed to the sight of Jun-ho’s finger beginning to tighten on the trigger –

“Jun-ho!”

And then –

The shot.

It cracked through the air, sharp and merciless, echoing off the cliffs like the final word in a conversation they never finished.

Too late.

The recoil snapped Jun-ho’s head back, his body jerking once before crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut.

“No!”

In-ho reached him just as he tipped backward, just as gravity began to drag him toward the cliff’s edge. His hand shot out, grabbing Jun-ho by the wrist, fingers wrapping around cold skin as the rest of his bory crumpled.

“No. No, no, no –”

The wind roared around them, cold and merciless, howling over the crashing waves below. But In-ho didn’t hear any of it – not really.

All he could hear was the ringing in his ears. The echo of the gunshot.

The silence that followed.

He gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he hauled Jun-ho’s body back, dragging him away from the ledge and into his arms. The sea roared below, indifferent.

He collapsed to his knees, cradling Jun-ho’s limp form against his chest. His hands were everywhere. Desperate. Wild.

One clutched at the blood blooming at Jun-ho’s temple. The other searched blindly – his throat tightening – fingers trembling as they pressed against his neck. His wrist. His chest. Desperate for a pulse. Any sign. Any hope.

“Come on. Come on, please –”

But there was nothing.

No pulse. No breath. No flicker of life behind Jun-ho’s eyelids.

Just stillness.

And blood.

So much blood.

In-ho let out a sound that didn’t belong to any language – broken, raw, and guttural. A noise ripped from the part of him he’d buried so deep he thought it would never surface again.

“No,” he gasped. “No, no, no –”

He pulled Jun-ho into his lap, cradling his head with shaking hands. One palm pressed uselessly against the wound, trying to stop blood that had already stopped flowing.

His other hand cupped Jun-ho’s face, thumb brushing gently over a cheek that was already growing cold.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered. “Please, don’t do this. Not like this.”

He rocked back and forth, holding him close, forehead pressed to Jun-ho’s.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he mumbled over and over again, like if he said it enough, it would make it true. “I’ve got you. I’m here. I’m right here.”

But Jun-ho didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Didn’t breathe.

In-ho’s arms tightened around him, curling protectively as if shielding him from the wind, the cold, the finality of it all.

He’d done everything – everything – to keep this boy safe. Raised him. Carried him. Loved him harder than he ever allowed himself to love anything.

This was the boy who had clung to his pant leg at five years old. The boy who waited by the window when In-ho came home late from night shifts. The boy who used to fall asleep with his head in In-ho’s lap during movies.

And now…

Now he was gone.

“Come back,” In-ho begged, rocking him gently. “Please… please come back.”

But there was only the wind. The sea. And the weight of the body in his arms.

The weight of failure.

The weight of the one thing he couldn’t save.

He rocked him gently, like it would do any good. Like it would pull the life back into him. Like he was five years old again and just needed to be held.

But Jun-ho didn’t stir.

In-ho sat there, knees scraped from the rocky ground, arms wrapped tightly around Jun-ho’s lifeless body. The blood had soaked through his sleeves, staining his chest, his hands, his skin.

It would never come out.

Nothing would.

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that. Minutes. Hours. It didn’t matter. Time didn’t exist in this place anymore – not when the person who made it mean something was gone.

Happy International Women’s Day!

this is so good wowwow

‼️TW: SUICIDE, BLOOD, GUN‼️

Sorry for this

Now back to the Squid Game.

Interesting that's it a team us vs them.

As narrator Gihun says the rules are simple.

What? They are not simple. They are multifaceted. You have to hop on one foot until you become the inspector royal. Anything goes physically wise as you have to stay in a poorly drawn squid.* That fact they don't have permanent squid lines, also implies they (Gihun and Sangwoo, and Jungbae) grew up in proverty. They use dirt and a stick to draw one out.

And the way you win is by going through the squid head. So you tap a small hole to win with your foot.

We do get some good foreshadowing and Gihun character establishing moments.

Child Gihun to Child Sangwoo "look it's your mom" in a physical altercation. Where Sangwoo is such a mama's boy that he looked away. Sneaky Gihun takes that distraction to become the inspector royale.

Why that phrase though? Maybe a nice play on words related to a battle royale type situation?

Nice, nice establishing the two people most important to Sangwoo.

And establishing Gihun's quick thinking, guile hero street cred.

I love baby Gihun tucking in his shirt. And then just one word "Go". Already a little leader at heart, so bossy.

And the music is really ramping up with the white shirt tear. Gihun, your mom will be angry at you.

Maybe how 🤔 the innocence of childhood games will be teared up, hollowed out, and corrupted for the VIPs sick source of entertainment.

I mean white is symbolically linked to purity, innocence, cleanliness, and new beginnings. Put a white light through a prism, you will get the visible color spectrum.

Baby Gihun is so agile. Where did this grace, go?

Baby Sangwoo it's okay, you did your best.

Interesting word choice of victory. Surely saying yes!! Or something else would suffice.

Maybe Ilnam really want this game to be the it factor. As it has everything he needs for this game to make list.

Or as I call it the let's make childhood games deadly for my wealthy clients, commit various crimes against humanity, and be a general evil person list. Instead of going to therapy or going into any other hobbies not murder related.

Us vs them mentality, all you need is squid drawn courtyard, and you can play it in a group or solo. Most importantly, it being physical means the VIPS have their gladiatorial arena fight for the grand finale.

I am sure, no important foreshadowing is happening here. Right? Right?

And the final end to the intro, the symbols forever tied to the organization is underneath their feet. Ready to pounce on them at their most vulnerable. So, they can be consumed.

So at the end of this series, this memory will be ruined, tarnished, in pieces to Gihun. Great way to start this. 👍

I like a nice title intro of a show that I cannot make out.