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Muse | Painter AU! Taeyong (M)

Description: “You are the apple of my eye, the stars in my sky; you are my muse, and most importantly, you are mine.”

Safe. In all ways, you have always played it safe, never taking risks. However, your stagnant world is shaken up when abstract painter Lee Taeyong propositions to you in the middle of an art galley.

Genre: angst | fluff | humor WC: 18.8k Warnings: graphic smut (virginity loss, rough sex, oral sex, unprotected, 69, etc), profanity

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The word ‘Mamihlapinatapai’ is thought to be one of the most difficult words to translate. Derived from Yaghan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego, it’s listed in The Guinness Book of World Records as the ‘most succinct word,’ and refers to “a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both want, but which neither wants to begin.” 

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Sorry to be an ugly fun-killer but in light of the recent Invasion I urge you all to be mindful of the things you reblog and the memes that you repost. Please remember that behind every "world war 3 lmao" post there is a reality where real people are going to be displaced from their homes and are going to lose their lives.

Before you laugh at that tweet that talks about the draft or whatever ask yourself: are you laughing because it's funny? or are you laughing because you're safe and comfortable in the West and it's not a direct problem for you?

Friends to lovers prompts please?

Friends - To - Lovers AUs

“I can’t keep doing this!”“Doing what?”“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. I can’t keep ignoring what we have.”

“I refuse to go from being friends from one minute to your lover the next. It’s tearing me up inside.”

I’m sorry. But I can’t stand watching you with them, they’re not good enough for you.

I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have fallen in love with my best friend.

I was having a really shitty day and you turned up at my house with all my favourite foods and just said all the right things. Wow, why have I never seen you this way before?

It makes me feel sick to my stomach listening to you coo over your new partner. And the worst part is that I have to smile and nod like it’s not killing me inside. 

Something happened and we agreed to never discuss it again. For the past two months, you keep trying to bring it up but I shut you down every time. I don’t want to ruin what we have. 

“I’m a little bit nervous. I’ve rehearsed this in my head a lot and I just didn’t think I’d have the chance to say it.”“Well, why don’t you let me talk?”

“You knew? All this time you watched me get nervous and flustered and embarrass myself in front of you and you knew? Do you know how many times I laid in bed regretting every embarrassing thing I had said?

I only found out you were in love with me because your mum let it slip over dinner; and seriously??? you’ve loved me for that long?

This is possibly the worst way for you to have found out and I’m never going to live this down.

I didn’t have a date to prom so I joked that we should go together, I wasn’t actually expecting you to show up on the night in a dress/tux with flowers and a limousine??? you really went all out?

“so are you guys friends?”“yes.. no! yes — no. yes. it’s just complicated right now.”

You refused to tell me who your crush is so when you went to the bathroom I decided to read your diary because, as your best friend, I deserve to know. haha, I’m gonna find out who your crush i— holy shit, it’s me.

now that I know you have a crush on me, I’ve been debating whether to bring it up for the last half an hour and analysing every little thing you do and Jesus Christ, I don’t know if I can wait before you tell me.

“Let’s just pretend this never happened.”

“I’m not okay with just pretending.”

I never would’ve played that game of Spin the Bottle if I knew it’d change everything so much.

“It was just a game. It didn’t mean anything.”“It did to me.”

“No, we’re not dating. Why would you think we were?”“Have you seen each other together? Strangers probably think you’re married!”

Yeah, so I had a dream about you once and I keep thinking about what it’d be like if that was a reality.

Is that what my subconscious has been thinking about this whole time?

We’ve known each other for years and I can count on my fingers the number of awkward silences we’ve had. Why has that suddenly changed?

Ok, maybe talking about whether fish have feet would’ve been acceptable when we were friends but I think it’s just considered weird as a couple.

We never touch each other so when you patted my arm lightheartedly, I literally think my heart leapt out of my chest and danced. Please do that again.

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Coup de Foudre

Noun

[kooduh foo-druh]

1. a thunderbolt.

2. love at first sight.

Origin: In French coup de foudre, literally “a clap of thunder,” means “love at first sight.” Modern French coup is a development of Old French coup, colp “a blow, strike,” from Late Latin colpus, from Latin colaphus, from Greek kólaphos “a slap.” French foudre “lightning” comes from Latin fulgura, the plural of the neuter noun fulgur “lightning.” Coup de foudre entered English in the 18th century.

“Do you believe in love at first sight? The coup de foudre, the heart falling into the stomach, the moment when Cupid’s arrow breaches the iron armor of even the hardest of hearts?” - Sally Christie, The Sisters of Versailles, 2015

Le Roi du Lys by  Naomi Savoie

hongjoong x light x 190811

cr. eclipse

i have thought a lot about censorship and what is “appropriate”. not a lot of people know this, but lolita was written to show what we allow on our bookshelves: there being no swear words in it meant it was free from censorship. a book about child molestation was allowed because it didn’t explicitly use the word “fuck”. he wrote it to show we don’t really care about protecting children, and it ended up being seen as a romance.

someone once told me - actually, many people have - that lgbt content isn’t appropriate for children. any content. not just kissing. i’m drowned in questions: “won’t the parents have to explain it?” “kids shouldn’t be thinking about sex at this age, or do you think differently?” “what will the kids think?”

at six i saw disney movies. people kiss and get married. i didn’t ask “what does that mean.” i didn’t ask “are those people going to have sex?” i didn’t ask anything, because i was six, and no six year old thinks twice about these things. nobody ever “explained” being straight to me, it was a fact, and it existed, and i was fine with that. why would being gay require a thesis, i wonder.

someone once told me that the one of the reasons people hate lgbt individuals is because they can’t see us as anything but sexual. we’re not people, so much as sinners. that they don’t see love, they see sex. just sex. it’s perversion, not a matter of the heart. only of the body.

i think i was in my early twenties before i saw someone like me. 

how old were you, though, before you saw violence? before you saw sexual assault on tv? i think something like that is only pg-13, and if it’s implied, they can get away with anything. i remember watching things and learning about blood, but knowing sex - sex was what was really wrong. sex was always rated r. sex was always kind of a bad word. i was told a lot that i wasn’t ready.

i had a dream last night that i made a site where people could ask any question they wanted about sex and get answered by a professional. it was shut down in moments because 15 year olds wanted to know if it should hurt, if “double-bagging” was a real thing, if this, if that. we shudder. don’t let the children know about that! 

but at thirteen i had seen enough violence it no longer struck me. i couldn’t say “fuck” but i knew that if you break your femur, you can bleed out internally in under half an hour. in school i wasn’t allowed to write about loving girls because what would the administration think - but i could write about wanting to kill myself and people would say how lovely, how blistering.

i have thought a lot about censorship. sometimes people on this site try it with me: don’t write this, don’t be so nasty. some of it is intrinsic. we know as people with a uterus not to complain about “that time of the month”, we know better than to talk about sexual assault (how shameful), we know that talking about a vagina is somehow scandalous. i can say “dick” and nobody questions me. some people only refer to the bottom half of me by “pussy”. they won’t wrap a mouth around “vagina” like it’s poison to them. even discussing this, that the language halts, that there’s an intrinsic desire to say “girls” instead of “women” - feels naughty, illicit. not for children.

the other day someone suggested i make my blog 18+. i said, okay, it deals a lot with depression and other problems that might be for a mature audience. oh no, they said, that’s not it, i think that’s helpful. i said, okay. so what is it then. well, you’re gay. you write about loving women. and i said, i don’t write about sex often and they said. it’s not about the sex. but wlw isn’t for a general audience. teenagers aren’t ready.

oh.

lolita is recommended for high school and up. i think about that a lot. i know girls who love it, who say it speaks to them on a deep level. it’s beautiful prose, after all. that was the whole point of the novel. something that looked like a rose but was intrinsically awful. i think about how if i was a model they’d want me to look young, thin, prepubescent. how my body would be sold and how through the mall i walk by images of barely-clothed women while mothers cannot breastfeed in public without fear of retribution. 

i think about how i can write a novel about violence and it will be pg-13 but if my characters say “fuck” twice it’s inappropriate. i said fuck three times so far in this post, which makes it only appropriate for adults. 

i think about that, and how my identity is something that people suggest lines up with a swear word. that people shouldn’t talk about it. that it’s a vulgarity. bad for children, harsh, confusing.

fuck. i love women. which one makes this only for those over eighteen.

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autumnal asks

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

bonfire - describe your dream house.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?