Moon Dong Eun & Joo Yeo Jeong

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them. Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

“Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; but eventually it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hand inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past - the memories - and make peace with them.”

— Iyanla Yanzant

― Margaret Atwood

@pscentral event 26: minimalism

@userdramas event 16: fools (in love)

@asiandramanet event 6: antagonists | enemies to lovers

@asiandramanet april bingo: quote

“As expected, we were not supposed to be together.  But even if I go back to the beginning, I think I will fall in love you again.” ― Han Ri Ta | MOON IN THE DAY (2023)

I'm literally crying

Pop over to https://secretsofblackthornhall.tumblr.com/ to read the first installment! It'll update there every Monday starting August 16 (when you can expect the second post) — the first post is just to give a preview of the story! Expect the characters from TDA — Emma, Jules, Kit, Dru, Ty, Kieran, Cristina, Mark, Diana, etc — and a bunch of history dating back to TID and TLH. It's a serialized novel (that takes place about fifteen months after the end of TDA) that will be posted online for free and have a bunch of multimedia, with contributions from artists like Cassandra Jean, sound files, text conversations, and all sorts of fun stuff. It'll run until next August — and hopefully give us all something to enjoy!

HAVE FUN!

Can i ask for it?

Traded my heart for a lap dance.

Damian Wayne woke up with a killer headache and dry mouth. His head pounded, the light playing across his eyes causing him to instinctively bury himself deeper into the bedsheets. He wondered what the hell he drank the night before to make his head hurt like this. He did not recall having more than three drinks…it was possible he had more. When was the last time he was hungover? Jon’s seventeen birthday but he could be wrong as the alcohol or whatever he had ingested last night, clearly affected his brain functions.

After counting to twenty, he decided it was time to face reality and find a way to get rid of this bothersome, intense headache. A cold shower and black coffee will do. He was cautious opening his eyes slowly because he knew more pain was forthcoming. The room only spun for a second before the world righted itself and Damian was able to scan his surroundings. He recognized the place immediately. His room. Looks like somehow, he had managed to get in his hotel room despite his state of inebriation.

There were clothes scattered on the floor, bottles of champagne and his favorite wine half-empty, not too far from the bed. Glancing around, quickly spotted his own underwear halfway across the room. At that moment he realized he was completely naked. Obviously he had gotten some kind of action last night. The kind that is too hard to resist when you’re intoxicated, especially when it has been too long since the last time he engaged in such activities. The physical intimacy and the endorphins release when you reach climax. But Damian Wayne did not give into temptation easily. No. He concentrated on breathing in and out for a few moments while he furiously tried to recall the night’s events.

A flash of memory lit up his mind.

Eager and warm hands venture beneath his shirt, fingers digging deeper, and deeper into his back and a part of him wishes it leaves a mark. A memento of this night. Lips pressing hungrily into his own as if they were claiming him, telling him they belong entirely to her. Tresses of ebony hair tickle his neck and a skilled mouth trails kisses down his throat, exploring with her tongue and teeth as slender fingers tangle in his hair. The small, ragged moans and gasps she makes ignite a fire in his chest, spreading desire to the rest of his body and Damian can’t contain himself any longer; he needs to have all of her.

Scrunching his eyes shut he willed himself to remember more. After a minute of trying, he came up with a blurry impression of sitting in the vip room he was offered, the hypnotizing movements of well-rounded hips. Piercing, dark blue eyes with a light tint of violet in them. They were dazzling, mystic, as if they were not from this world. He couldn’t think of anything more fascinating than watching this woman dance. Each movement was pure torture making his mouth dry.

“Everyone here calls me Raven, Mr. Wayne.” She had said with a playful smirk. Damian could feel the entire heat of her gaze, hungry and teasing and hunting for more.

Piecing together the bits of information from last night and the flashes of memories coming to him. It’s quite evident that he spent the night with the beautiful, exotic dancer he met at the nightclub. It was only reaffirmed when he noticed the blanket moving next to him. There she was still sound asleep; half-buried so deep under the charcoal duvet he failed to see her when he first opened his eyes. She was breathing evenly, sleeping peacefully beside him. One arm curled under the pillow, and the other stretched unconsciously as if trying to find something she needed. And then he spotted something curious; a ring on the third finger of her left hand. Not just any ring. A diamond ring sparkling there. A piece of jewellery that was not there last night, that was given to symbolize commitment. A lifelong promise that one makes to another. The union of two hearts that pledged a sacred vow to spend a lifetime together as Grayson had poetically expressed a thousand times after proposing to Gordon.

What the fuck happened last night?

Damian swallowed hard. “This has to be a fucking joke.”

Just messing this draft here for the I accidentally married the stripper I met last night AU nobody asked for but it’s here. @ravenfan1242 😂😂😂

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I miss you. x Henry

P.S. This is mortifying and maudlin and, honestly, I hope you forget it as soon as you’ve read it.

Jolene: A ballad

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please don’t kill that man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don’t kill him even though you can Killers on a vile quest Are gathered at the king’s behest To slay the dreaded lich they call Jolene Their blades will strike at all undead And gleefully they’d take your head Oh how I would mourn for thee Jolene Your power it is beyond compare Devouring souls without a care With magiks beyond that of any queen Your eyes burn with the fires of hell a force they can never hope to quell non can er’ compare with you Jolene Your visage haunts my soundest sleep There’s nothing they can do to keep My undead heart from crying out Jolene And I can easily understand That you could conquer any land but you don’t know what you do to me Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to kill them even if you can Yes you could kill a thousand men But you’d never find peace again One lucky blow is all it takes Jolene And so I come to plead anew My happiness depends on you And on what’er you choose to do Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I’m begging of you please just take my hand. Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Don’t try to fight them even though you can

I Just spend 30 minutes trying to find a movie for my mom, just so i could find out it was the Doctor Who episode where he meets Shakespeare she accidentally whatched with me.