Ali Abdul + Textposts

last night i annotated sang-woo’s apartment (for fic purposes, but there’s some funny ones on there)

i swear @player016 did smth similar so this is lowkey inspired by them 🙏 (sorry for the tag)

tap/zoom for clearer image! also sorry if my handwriting is atrocious 😭😭

ali + sang-woo | "i'm your man" - mitski

mr sad eyes loser boy

i can’t stop thinking about sang-woo’s suicide attempt. more specifically, little details surrounding that.

on the floor, we see a pile of cigarettes and ash, an empty bottle of soju, a trash bag filled with wrappers of what i’m going to assume are some kind of food or beverage… and shaving cream. which means it is more likely than not that sang-woo shaved himself before his suicide attempt. (he also does look cleanly shaved as well)

further more, when calling his mother, he’s not wearing the jacket of his suit. we see him put it back on. it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision; he willingly got in the bathtub with his suit on, assuming he was going to die.

so sang-woo made sure that even in death, he looked presentable and clean. he doesn’t want to be found a mess, because he’s meant to be better than a mess, and he wants people to think highly of him, even if he’s dead.

oh, the sheer irony of his actual death being messy.

look how far we’ve come.

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also, it still breaks my heart that sang-woo was never able to tell his mother he loves her. while yes, he did get interrupted by the customer, i feel he also held back because of the things that had happened.

he’d basically jeopardized his mother because of his own wrongdoings, and he hadn’t really been the son she thought he was for the past couple years. that alone feels like a betrayal on its own.

and he’s basically drowning himself in shame and guilt that maybe he’s tricked his psyche into thinking “well, if you really loved your mother, none of that shit would have happened.”

His ass likes going to prison

kind of obsessed with whatever this pose is.

Word of god says santos was a gymnast which is interesting in terms of her backstory but I get soccer vibes from her tbh

just looked it up and yeah, former gymnast. not what i was expecting but i can see it now. also the second soccer mention. she really does give soccer vibes, huh?

nothing more i want in the world rn than a looong outsider pov fic of the pitt crew each finding out that santos and whit are best friends. feed that shit to me slowly like grapes i cant stop thinking about them

do we share one mind, anon?

this is my favorite concept ever actually (as if my posts don't make that obvious). i'm going to gnaw on this for the next few hours if you don't mind.

trinity santos + dennis whitaker: roommates || post-canon headcanons

whitaker wakes up around an hour before santos does. it's an old habit from when he used to work on the farm. he makes breakfast for the both of them, usually.

after a month of living together, santos started stealing whitaker's hoodies. they're around the same size and she tells him that it's part of his rent. javadi is the first one to notice.

santos practices martial arts after a long shift. when she's back home, she can hear whitaker reciting scripture in his room.

they watch a movie together once a week. sometimes it's horror, which santos is pleasantly surprised to know does not affect whitaker—despite his "really needs a xanax and a weighted blanket" aura.

all of santos' sincere compliments are in filipino. she knows he doesn't understand shit.

since all of whitaker's friends/family are in nebraska, santos is his emergency contact.

we do not talk enough about Whitaker snapping back "day's only half over" when Santos says "at least I haven't killed anyone"

he may be an innocent, wet kitten farm boy half the time but this boy has SASS and ATTITUDE from being tortured by three older siblings as a kid and I love to see it. I cannot wait to see the Whitaker/Santos relationship develop into them being ride-or-dies who insult and bitch at each other all day long