#motae solo

[dreamer-hangugeo]

모태솔로 (motae solo) in Korean refers to someone who has never been in a romantic relationship or who has never dated before. "모태" (motae) means "mother’s womb", while "솔로" (solo) is derived from the English word "solo" and refers to being single. Together, "모태솔로" describes a person who has been single since they were in the womb, meaning they have never had a romantic relationship.

Society can place a lot of pressure on people to find a partner and get married. However, in fact, there are many people who are perfectly happy being single. They may be more interested in exploring their own identities and pursuing their passions than in settling down with a partner.

Everyone has their own timeline and priorities. "모태솔로" is just a label, and being single is a valid choice that doesn’t make you any less worthy of love and respect. 

🌸 🌼 🌻

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[rcbertleckie]

CALLUM TURNER as JOHN ‘BUCKY’ EGAN MASTERS OF THE AIR · part five

#masters of the air #mota #motaedit #hbowaredit #hbo war #edits #hbowardaily #ronsparky #violaobanion #olympain #userstaud #userbells #john egan #callum turner #long time no solo bucky gifs frens #and i was desperate to gif a man in pain

[thatsrightice]

When they’re short on people for a particular crew they’ll pull whoever’s available. We see this in Part 2 when Bubbles gets sick and Crosby replaces him as navigator on Blakely’s Fort. In Crosby’s book, he describes how he had to step in for Bubbles two days in a row. The first was on a training flight because the navigator had “once again” missed the motor pool truck back to the base. Crosby had been brought straight to the flight line after he’d gotten dressed, having already missed the briefing and breakfast.

Unfortunately for Crosby, he had to fill in again for Bubbles the very next day.

What neither of them knew was that Crosby was about to lead the 100th in their mission to Trondheim.

#for the record I would be horrified if that ever happened to me #it’s crazy how they didn’t emphasize the fact that the 100th was flying with other bombing groups too #like they kinda made it seem the 100th was flying solo sometimes but they weren’t #masters of the air #mota #real mota #harry crosby #joseph bubbles payne #bubbles payne #book quotes #quotes #Trondheim #just-a-Snappin’ #<- adjacent because that’s the crew he filled in on

[x-letsbreaksomerules-x]

yeah okay fenris. sure. just say things.

#i mean i suppose he does breed quickly. if the whole kum & go thing is anything to go by #but he still didn't have to say this #murphys gamer cave #MoTA is such a boring DLC but like i need the EXP #also shoutout to fenris for carrying the entire party because felicia day elf cant do jack shit #seriously Tallis is like the worst companion her abilities kind of just suck #Merrill is doing her best but she has the constitution of like wet tissue paper #i had to attempt a alpha wyvern fight solo with Fenris and i did get incredibly close but #that thing is BEEFY. i needed more stamina and didn't have it. #this wasn't a choice either it just killed everyone else he has the most health

[caostalgia]

Nada.

Realmente no tengo nada bueno que ofrecerte.

Si se trata de físico; bien podrías confundirme con algún monstruo salido de tu propia imaginación. Tu más pura aversión hacia la criatura extraña que soy.

Cicatrices cuál enredaderas me recorren de pies a cabeza.

Uñas rotas y afiladas, las arañas que anidan en mis pestañas.

La piel tostada cubierta de polvo de hadas, diminutos destellos que anuncian mi presencia en la oscuridad a lo lejos.

Motas de ceniza y el olor a tabaco agrio. Tinta oxidada y el cabello enmarañado.

Si hablamos de personalidad; tu odio cobra sentido en verdad.

Inestabilidad emocional, vacío crónico total.

El miedo que recorre a tu persona a causa de mi estúpida enfermedad, mi falta de claridad para diferenciar lo real de lo irreal.

Voces en tono grave, se pelean entre sí por intentar hacer de mí, lo más vil que pueda existir.

El carácter más irracional y mi impulsivo actuar que rara vez logro controlar.

Pero créeme, me hago más daño a mí misma por no poder hallar una salida a los pesares y mi sed autodestructiva.

No tengo nada bueno que ofrecerte, solo mi melancólica y desestructurada poesía.

Notas acumuladas en el celular, pensamientos sobre todo aquello que en persona, ya no te puedo comunicar.

Versos inequivocos, párrafos muchas veces mal escritos.

Letras sin destinatario porque te niegas a aceptarlo.

Vomito textual, síntoma de la soledad que me dejaste, y ahora no puedo dejar de agonizar.

Sí, solo te puedo dar mi poesía y mi forma de amar más obsesiva.

Mis frágiles y febriles caricias, la tristeza de mis días.

Pero también, aunque fugaces, genuinas sonrisas, mis ganas de ser el último gran amor de tu vida.

Así es, solo puedo ofrecerte mi vida, mi melancólica felicidad y mi agridulce poesía.

Coldissweet

#coldissweet #frases #notas #citas #escritos #caostalgia #textos #pensamientos #amor #tristeza #desamor #mayo 2023 #escritos de una mente en insomnio

[casablancarossa]

Lipstick Smudge << a [fluffy] taemin x reader scenario>>

For the anon who asked:

hii ^^ could you possibly write something for taemin where you guys are doing that chapstick challenge where you put on different chapsticks and he has to kiss you to guess what flavor it is. Or even that one tiktok trend where you smudge your lipstick and then he goes to fix it and the camera turns and he has lipstick marks all over his face. 🙏🙏

Reposting this because it's a shame it didnt pop up in tags.

You re-align your camera, trying to get a perfect view of the corner of your room. It was the only place that wouldn't have any reflection of the rest of your space. It wasn't that the 70% was dirty or unseemly for an influencer, but most of the time it was to hide the man with the shit eating grin, trying to distract you from creating any good content while he was around.

"Jagiya, I feel offended, you really are trying to hide me huh?" Taemin whines as he catched his hoodie with his face.

It has been 20 minutes since you tried to make sure that you were trying to hide items that might relate to him. Chucking items left and right, out of sight.

"You know, none of my stuff will link back to me...", he lets out a sigh, pouting as he sits on the other side of the phone setup, fiddling with various cases of lipbalms, with the labels frayed and torn off. "Beside you want to live stream don't you?"

It's no secret to those who follow you, that you have a boyfriend and make the excuse that he was the one who isn't interested in being in front of the camera and would rather support you from the side, hidden. Taemin smiled as he picks up of the chapstick and quickly swips the bullet against his lips, before making kissing noises, his lips puckered and pointed at you with that stupid smile on his face. "You're an idiot if you just want a kiss, an plus that's for the challenge!", you cried out halfheartedly as you slide into the seat with a spare phone in hand, ready to post a story that you were about to go on live soon.

For weeks, Taemin was very into the idea of at least making sure that your viewers didn't think you were full of shit by saying you had a boyfriend and just didn't want to show him off. Haters often comment that you were lying and you were completely 'motae solo'. Soon it went viral that you were single and delusional when in fact you had purposedly shoved Taemin into the bushes during one of your walks when Dispactch caught you walking at night by the Han River.

You re-adjust yourself in your seat, counting the numbers of people who had viewed your story before turning on your Insta live and sat back, waiting for your viewers to come in. Your fortnight lives was something that you enjoyed doing, whether it was cooking challenges or just late night pillow talk, you were appreciative of the fans who had swarmed in from TikTok, to join you in your lives.

Soon, you were greeting your followers, conversing with them through the comments they have left and began to introduce the fact that your partner was behind the camera, really wanting to do the chapstick challenge with you. Taemin had caused a ruckus by trying to slide one your indoor clothes line into view, with a perfectly draped sheet on it, so he could hide behind it.

Meanwhile, the comments were in a frenzy, saying how they had never heard you sound so relaxed and giggly before. Some comments were even teasing you to pull down the sheets so they could see your boyfriend. It came to the time where Taemin had reapplied the lipbalm he kept on hand, yelling at you to taste him already.

At his comment, you snorted and laughed, deeming his words as inappropriate because people might take it the wrong way.

"Yeobo, fine, shut up!" You laughed as you wheeled your chair towards the curtain and dart your head to peck his lips before popping out so the viewers could see you smack your lips, hmm-ing and haa-ing about the flavour.

"Cherry?"

"Oh? Is it? I don't know.." Taemin teased.

"What do you mean?", you asked bewildered, reaching back behind the curtains to grab the component out of his hand and reading the underside of it where you had written the flavour. "Ya. Lee-ssi, you need to read the bottom! The fans will get angry at you!", you laughed in defeat as Taemin lets out a loud giggle, enough for the fans to comment about it. "It was cherry by the way.", you speak to the camera.

You reached forward to grab another two unlabelled chapsticks, throwing one towards the back of the curtain for Taemin to catch as you apply one on yourself, the distinct smell and flavour should be easy for him. "All right, I'm ready.", you grinned before moving your head.

An aggravated groan left your throat as you saw Taemin, sheepishly applying the new flavoured balm on his lips. "Yah..", you put out a struggled smile as you were fully slumped into your seat, one hand on your face, massaging your temples. "It's supposed to be my turn, for you to guess the flavour...", you whined as your eyes catch the over flowing number of laughing emojis dancing across the screen.

"Ah okay okay, I got too excited.", Taemin giggles, attempting to wipe his lips before puckering them again for you to kiss.

You lean in to peck his lips, hoping that he would get the right answer. "Ahh! Lemon!", his answer was too confident for your liking.

You had shifted back closer to the phone, to look at the comments with an unamused look on your face saying "No." to his guess, encouraging to try again. Taemin went suddenly quiet, and through the screen, behind the draped sheets, you could see two arms pop out holding a phone with your livestream playing. "Yah, you look shit, when you are pouting like that.", he laughs, teasing you like always.

"What?! You are such an idiot." you breathed out in defeat as the viewers teased that your boyfriend, is such a troublemaker and seems to get a kick out of annoying you.

"Yes, everyone, he has been the bane of my existence for a year now."

"A year?! I'm hurting..."

"Okay, two??? Three?"

"Probably halfway to three? Way before I joined the army."

"Almost three years, he has been a pain in my head" you smiled towards the camera before looking back at the sheets, now seeing the faint glow of a phone screen behind them.

"Was it orange?" He finally comments out.

"Yes... Your turn.", you let out a sigh before returning to look behind the improv-ed covers to see Taemin, smiling at you. He couldn't resist and held your seat by the armrest and pulled your seat towards him so he could plant a soft kiss on your lips before peppering small pecks around your face. Taemin lets out a small cackle before pushing your seat out, causing it to roll back to your desk.

The seat was still swiveled to face him and as you turned around you made your guess. "Was that strawberry? It tasted like strawberries." you muttered.

As you turn to face the camera, it took a while for you to process that the lighting in the room, made it hard for you to discern that your face was now covered in faint tints of pink kisses. While inspecting your face through the screen, you could see Taemin's hands slowly sliding out from the side with his thumbs up followed by an 'okay' sign followed by a series of breathless laughter. "You look like I just mawled you."

"Wow, y/n eonnie, he must really love you. Wah eonnie, you are so lucky.", you read out the comments out loud, snickering at each one, which made you blush.

"Why does he have such femenine lips?", Taemins voice erupted from behind the sheet. "Reported!"

"Imagine if that isn't her boyfriend... Reported." he continues on.

You placed your arm on the desk, propping your chin up as you converse through the comments asking that you should make a TikTok with him right now. You stated once more, you weren't sure what challenge you could do that wouldn't impede on his privacy and internally, it disheartened you that you couldn't scream to the world that you were in love with someone without saying his name, and Taemin couldn't think of ways to console you. He wasn't afraid to admit he was in a relationship with you and it wasn't the first time you two had been linked together anyway. But you kept rejecting the idea because you assumed, both of you may not have the mental constitution to keep fighting the haters.

A couple minutes went by and you resumed doing the chapstick challenge, commenting there was probably 4 more flavours to try. Each one turned more chaotic as Taemin had caused a scene because he was determined to shift the sheet screen closer so he could steal he muscat grape chapstick from your desk without being seen. Your spare phone lit up from under you with a message from Taemin with a link. You opened it up to see the new lipstick tiktok trend and underneath the link, he messages you once more. 'My love let's do this...'

Before you could even collect your thoughts, Taemin spoke out once more, now speaking towards your viewers. "Everyone! Be patient right now, we'll film something okay?"

"Really??", your eyes widened, unsure how to react.

Taemin stood up, his head was just fortunately cut off from view of the camera. He mouths a few words which you understood as, 'lower the camera so we can walk around comfortably'. You followed through, lowering the camera so it focused more on your desk, but still had enough view to see that you and your boyfriend can now be seen from the waist down and were now walking around and there were indeed two people in the room.

"We still have the stream running up and we are viewing it through another phone, so we can still read comments and respond to everyone" you called out cheerfully, hoping the numbers don't die down.

You quickly grab a dark lipstick and carefully applied while Taemin looked at you with such an endearing stare. "Please god tell me why I was gifted such a beautiful partner.", he gleefully jumps and down, barely controlling his excitement.

"Such a con-man, you are only doing this because you are on camera my love."

Effortlessly, your lips began to retaliate with kisses across Taemin's face, each time, he giggles. Every time he checks his reflection through his phone camera he would voice out his displeasement that some of the kiss marks were uneven and that you should either kiss his face harder, or top up your lipstick.

Y/N-nie, what was the most stupid thing he did?

"Oh...? There was that time he said he could walk across the frozen pond and if he got to the other side, I owed him a new kitten", you started much to Taemin's behest. "Well.. He fell halfway in and was super super grumpy but I got him a grey and white kitten a week later."

Once he was satisfied with his over all look, Taemin takes off the jacket he was wearing, boldly showcasing more of his figure, but in his head, no doubt people wouldn't confuse him with a look-a-like, people would know it was him. Lee Taemin.

How did you two meet?

"We met an an event. She was panicking so hard she skipped greeting me and shook hands with my friend instead." Taemin replied, causing you to smack his chest.

The lipsticks swipes across your lips for the final time to get it even before asking your boyfriend if he was ready to film. He passes a phone to you, with the front camera at the ready. You proceed to start recording with one hand while lipstick in the other, bumping your arm to cause a smudge at your lower lip.

As Taemin's hand reaches up to caress your cheek, he guides you by the chin to look at him as you pan the camera towards him, his side profile in sight, obviously covered with stamps of your painted lips, looking at you lovingly before casting a devilish grin from the corner of his lips. The camera pulls back slightly, so that both of you were in frame, smiling contently as you look at each other, before facing the camera with a cheeky smile as he pecks your cheeks, leaving another faint tint of the strawberry chapstick.

As far as content making goes, it was perfect and you felt like if you could, you would post it as is, one try, one take. But you saved it as draft after viewing it and placed the phone down. Commenting out loud, there was no need to redo it, it looked perfect enough, Taemin agreed with you before adding that he thinks it would go viral. Your head spins to throw him a frown and pout, objecting to the idea despite the fact he knows, how much you would love the thought of finally no longer keeping things a secret.

Will you be posting it?

Please post it. What did you film? Will it be uploaded soon?

Guys... They were suspiciously quiet... Guys.. It's okay to turn of the livestream now if you want.

You and Taemin giggle at the following comments before he lunges behind the camera as you tilt your phone upwards, letting it re-focus as you waited in front of it as you continue talking to Taemin. It was obvious to anyone who was watching you that you loved your boyfriend so much. Your eyes were so soft and endearing towards him and you looked at him as if it was he first time you saw him and Cupid had his arrow at the ready.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'll post it, but it's on drafts so you never know", you sang in a sweet teasing tone. "But please ask questions.."

Y/N eonnie's boyfriend. Do you think, eonnie is the one?

"Do you think I'm the one?"

"Everyday.", Taemin replied eliciting causing a reaction on your face that could only be described as look of awe and constant realization how in love with you were.

An hour had somehow passed by and Taemin was more than happy to air out embarrassing stories, habits of yours that he found adorable and personal questions about his likes and dislikes. Everyone was ecstatic to know that he was more keen in being in lives if he was allowed to be more present.

"Everyone.. Once I finally reveal myself, hopefully you keep on supporting y/n and us." Taemin announced.

"Jagiya, you are giving them too much hope, we have to end the stream soon and get to our dinner with your...friends..", the last word caused you to stumble almost saying 'manager', which might imply that your boyfriend was somewhat more of a big-deal.

You were finally addressing your goodbyes reminding your viewers that you will be back on again and on your next post that they should comment what they would like to see next. However your attention was caught by the alarming statements that flooded your screen.

Wait is this real? Eonnie? You are a lucky bitch. How the heck did you catch a guy like him. Gosh you could see it his eyes, this isn't a joke. Y/N and Taemin look good together. Is 'dinner with friends', actually dinner with SHINee?

The last two comments had made you dizzy in your seat. What was going on? Your hands would instinctively fumble around your desk so you could find your phone to check what was going on. If it weren't for Taemin, clearing his throat you wouldn't have looked up at him. There he was leaning over he desk, resting on one hand while the other was waving his phone with the screen pointed out to you.

It had not occurred to you that it was your tiktok account that was logged in on his phone and while you were too distracted trying to read the comments, Taemin had handed his phone to you to film instead and while he was answering questions, he was oddly pre-occupied with his phone. From what you could see between his phone and how your spare phone is going insane with notifications. You quickly open your phone to check. It was official. Taemin had posted the video on your behalf and even linked it in Instgram, tagging his ID.

"I'm not scared to tell the world that I love you. So I posted it.", he smiled.

Taemin smirked as worry had set on your face, lips slightly gaped in shock as Taemin made the first move to publicize your relationship. Like he was the first one to say I love you almost three years ago. Like he was the first one to chase after you after a serious argument. Like he was the first one to do informal introductions with his family.

The woman was too stunned to speak kekekeke. Holy shit, she really didn't expect this. You guuuys, you are too cute. Please don't break each other's heart.

Taemin quickly rushed around the table and knelt down beside your seat, wrapping an arm around you. Your eyes followed his line of movement, never breaking away, so many questions in your head and so much more emotions. Primarily, you were ready to cry.

"Okay, while y/n recovers, see you in two weeks guys!", he waves towards the camera.

Your body slumps down onto the desk, struggling to let out a pained chuckle before sitting up slightly to cover your suddenly flushed face with your hands. You were so embarrassed that you continued to try hide your face with one hand as you waved at the camera.

"You are insane Lee Taemin. You idiot", you giggle, smacking his shoulders playfully in a repeated manner as he leans forward to end the livestream, flashing a playful grin and thumbs up as it cuts and the live has ended.

"Yeah, I'm insane about you, but now we don't have to hide it anymore. Plus, the old Dispatch articles didn't have a lot of hate comments on it...", he calmly stands up and leans on the edge of the desk,

"Yeah.. But your fans are going to rip me apart... I'm not really.. Conventional?"

"We'll figure it out okay?"

"Okay..."

"So... It was viral years ago. But do you think fans will realize you were the girl at the fan event and you struggled to shake hands with me and greeting Onew hyung instead?"

"Yes, because Onew laughed at you because you kept your hands out waiting and just shook your own hands when I didn't go back to you.."

Taemin rolls his eyes, remembering the video in question, reaching forward to pull the seat you were in, closer to him. He rests each hand on an arm rest and looks down at you with, kissing the crown of your head before catching your lips.

"Well now I got you back, and you are mine.."

#taemin x reader #taemin fluff #taemin scenario #taemin shinee #taemin #lee taemin #shinee #shinee x reader #taemin x female reader

[melancolirio]

Musas

Podía oler a kilómetros el aroma de un gusto culposo arribar casualmente a su olfato, tentándolo lenta y delicadamente, como queriendo, como que no, paseándose descaradamente frente a él dejando un rastro de pequeñas motas casi invisibles de su esencia en el aire por si se decidía a seguirle.

Era una tentación grande y le parecía casi inmoral la dicha de poseer aquel pecado en el momento que le placiera. Sin embargo, se sentía en una encrucijada en la que su libertad de probar aquellas gotas de inspiración rayaban en la deslealtad que había prometido por gusto propio a su actual musa. Una bella y preciosa creatura de dedos mágicos creadora de un millar de fantasías de todo tipo para complacerle en todo sentido y en todo momento, sin duda la musa más preciosa y leal a su pluma. Y le adoraba tanto que aquel dulce aroma que le invadía por momentos le ponía nervioso, como si le traicionera con solo disfrutar su esencia.

Claramente, admirar la belleza ajena no era una traición, pero le era difícil no sentirse de esa forma, pues las musas solían ser muy celosas con la pluma que habían firmado contrato, ya que cada una poseía un encanto especial y una magia exclusiva que solo mostraban a sus amos. De la misma manera, esperaban ser exclusivas e inmortalizadas por las manos a las que servían y no soportaban la idea de que aquellas fueran inspiradas por alguien más.

Por el contrario, también existían las musas coquetas, aquellas que se paseaban sin dueño, tentando a los caminantes a su paso con su belleza exótica, su imagen celestial, o su aroma irresistible; metiendo en problemas a los novatos ingenuos que creían que podrían conquistarlas. Aquellas musas eran libres y podían inspirar a cualquiera que eligieran, ya sea por el gusto de ayudar al que necesitaba cerrar con broche de oro su obra maestra, o por la vanidad de ver a los inexpertos correr detrás de ellas intentando alcanzarlas.

Así, como muchas veces atrás su mirada se mantuvo perdida en el horizonte observando los puntos brillantes que quedaban vacilantes en el viento, el último rastro de aquella musa era también el más bello; pero como cada vez que se encontraba con esa mágica esencia que le hacía dudar, se limitó a disfrutar lo que quedaba de ella en silencio, preguntándose si alguna vez sería capaz de dejarse llevar por ella.

#melancolirio #colaboraciones #frases #notas #citas

[aroaceconfessions]

This is more of a fun fact than an ask, per se, but I am currently learning Korean and I thought you all might be interested to know about the slang word "mossol" (모쏠) which means somebody who has been alone since birth!

I couldn't believe my eyes when I found it. An actual proper word for a person who has never had a boyfriend/girlfriend? Amazing!

[and if you were interested in the proper language, the non-slang equivalent is "motae sollo" (모태솔로), of which "motae" means mother’s womb and "sollo" means solo, or not in a relationship. I'm not fluent yet though, so don't quote me on that.]

And here's a bonus fact, free of charge: "sollocheonguk keopeuljiok" (솔로천국 커플지옥) means solo heaven couple hell. So if you're single and your allo friends being just a little bit too extra with their partners, you can remind them in Korean that your life is much better - for you, at least!

I hope this knowledge enriches your lives, as it has mine. And have a nice day, all of you! There's quite a bit of sadness on this blog, and I'd like to know that you're all at least smiling from time to time :D

#aromantic #asexual #aroace #arospec #acespec #aspec #aroacespec #arose #pride #validation

[cutiepansstuff]

La espera valió la pena

Richarlyson es un pequeño niño que ha vivido en un orfanato por toda su joven vida, sin una piernita las familias usualmente le huyen, su esperanza a ser adoptado no era la más alta, pero siempre estuvo dentro de su corazoncito.

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Richarlyson como todos los días estaba jugando solo con unos juguetes viejos del orfanato, todos los demás niños se encontraban corriendo y riendo, ignorando al pequeño niño de afro, las monjas siempre mantenían un ojo en aquel pequeño desde el momento en que llegó, siendo tan solo un bebé, fue abandonado en las puertas del edificio con una camisa de algún partido brasileño y un pañal sucio, era un niño amable, educado y sociable; pero las familias no querían un niño “imperfecto”.

No saben qué pasó, si fue por nacimiento o por algún accidente trágico, pero la pequeña pierna derecha del niño se encontraba amputada hasta la mitad de su muslo, no podía correr como los demás, apenas podía caminar con un pequeño bastón creado por el amable carpintero de al lado, no contaban con los fondos suficientes para conseguirle una prótesis, y las familias que llegaban usualmente solían ignorar al pequeño.

Ese día como cualquier otro se le acerca una de las monjas, con voz suave le dice que alguien quiere conocerlo, dentro de su asombro el niño solo se levanta y acompaña a la mujer hacia la habitación donde regularmente se conocían los adultos con los niños que deseaban adoptar, una habitación a la cual nunca había entrado. Dentro de la sala le esperaba un joven pelirosa de lentes, camisa verde con algún logo raro y pantaloncillos blancos con motas verdes, muy característico, a decir verdad.

− Hey, tu debes ser el pequeño Richarlyson.

Pasaron dos horas platicando y jugando, el niño descubrió que el adulto se llamaba Mike, venía de Brasil, posiblemente de dónde el también vendría, hablaron de lo que les gusta hacer en el día, cuál es su juego o juguete favorito, le explicó que él estaba ahí por un amigo, llamado Pac, hablaron demás cosas hasta que tocó la hora de irse, Mike le prometió volver los siguientes días.

Cuando vio al adulto irse no tenía esperanzas en que siguiera su promesa, hasta que llegó el día de mañana a la misma hora, y al día siguiente, y al día siguiente de ese, le llevó ropa nueva, juguetes, libros, le enseñaba fotos de sus amigos y familia, Richarlyson por un par de horas al día se sentía dentro de una familia real.

− ¿Vas a adoptarme?

Un día preguntó, ya no aguantando la curiosidad.

− ¿Yo? No, no voy a adoptarte.

− ¿Y por qué vienes todos los días a verme?

− Porque un amigo es quien quiere adoptarte.

− Si quiere adoptarme tu amigo por qué no viene a visitarme.

− Es algo tímido y tiene una gran sorpresa para ti.

Así terminó la conversación el último día que vio a Mike, pasaron dos días cuando sus esperanzas volvieron a decaer, todos los niños son adoptados menos él, no entendía por qué, por qué nadie lo quería, ni sus padres biológicos ni los adultos que vienen todos los días a verlos, se había encariñado de Mike, quería volver a verlo y que lo llevará a su casa, a pasar aventuras y conocer a sus amigos, incluso vio que muchos de ellos tenían hijos cercanos a su edad, quería conocerlos y jugar con ellos, quería formar parte de una familia de verdad.

Al quinto día de la última vez que vio a Mike fue despertado por el tono alegre y emocionado de una de las monjas, le comentó que alguien quería verlo, con la esperanza de tratarse de Mike el niño se levantó de su cama, se vistió, tomó su bastón y yendo lo más rápido que podía camino hasta la habitación; al entrar no se encontraba Mike, se trataba de un pelinegro que ya había visto anteriormente en las fotos de Mike.

− Hola Richarlyson, soy Pac, espero que Mike te haya hablado de mí.

El niño se sentó frente al adulto, le preguntó por qué fue él a visitarlo y no Mike y el adulto sólo desvió su pregunta comenzando una conversación muy parecida a la que tuvo con Mike el primer día que lo conoció, pasó el tiempo y antes que terminará el tiempo de visita, el brasileño mayor le mencionó que tenía algo que enseñarle.

− Mira Richarlyson, soy como tú.

Menciona mientras levanta el lado derecho de su pantalón, dejando ver una pierna prostética, dejando impresionado al pequeño de afro.

− Richarlyson, recuerdo una vez pasando por el parque vi una recolecta de fondos para los niños de este orfanato, en una de las imágenes te vi ahí, tan sonriente con tu bastón de madera, ese mismo día vine y pregunté por ti, las monjas me dijeron como las familias prefieren a niños pequeños y “sanos”, como siempre eras de los primeros en alistarte ante la visita de familias y nunca eras escogido por estas, cuando perdí mi pierna lo único en lo que pensé fue que había perdido mi vida y felicidad, me tomó mucho tiempo de rehabilitación en volver a ser quien era y cuando te vi, tan pequeño, feliz y esperanzado, mi corazón dijo que debía de cuidarte, protegerte, amarte, mandé a Mike para que te conociera, todos los días me comentaba sobre ti, me hubiera gustado venir a conocerte pero quería tener esto primero.

Termina su monólogo pasándole una caja rectangular, al levantar la tapa sus ojitos marrones no pudieron evitar llenarse de lágrimas al observar una pierna prostética, muy similar a la del adulto, pero del tamaño perfecto para un niño como él.

− He hablado con las monjas y los papeles están casi listos, solo quiero que me lo confirmes, Richarlyson, ¿te gustaría ser mi hijo?

− ¡Papá!

Sin más palabras el niño se lanza a los brazos del pelinegro, quien lo atrapa en un cálido abrazo, acaricia su espalda recibiendo sus suaves sollozos de alegría, ansiaba tanto ese día y no creía que pudiera haber alguien mejor que Pac para que lo criará. Aunque no pudo llevarse al pequeño ese mismo día, eso no desanimó a ninguno de los dos, al día siguiente el pequeño fue recibido no solo por su nuevo padre, sino también por Mike y todos los demás amigos que había visto únicamente en fotos, con ayuda del pelinegro pudo caminar por primera vez con dos piernas; se despidió de las monjas y los demás niños del orfanato prometiendo visitarlos constantemente.

Al final de toda la espera valió la pena, ahora se encontraba rodeado de la calidez que únicamente se imaginaba en sueños.

#qsmp fanfiction #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp richarlyson #adoption

[ocasoinefable]

.. ese verano, perdí el control y estuve a punto de caer del hilo que me sostiene de la brisa y la tierra. Justo en esa fecha del 04 al 10 soy como un desaparecer, evito a todos y cruzo calles diferentes y vacías, sumerjo mis horas bajo los árboles como un alevilla. Pudo haber sido un grumo de mota o el olor de café de esa mañana. Su voz cansada por los años llamo mi atención..

- ¡Olle, no te rías de todo, estáte sería una vez..!-

Pero yo seguía con la cara entre las manos, inclinada bajo la mesa

- ¿Qué haremos contigo?, Te la pasas en un mundo de rosas y duendecitos. donde le miras lo bueno a todo y a caso existe algo que te baje de tu frente la aureola..

Lo decía con su fraternal cariño, repitiendo las palabras que yo solía decir en los coloquios cada que riamos en broma. Y volví a reír saber que estaba riendo y que de alguna manera esa "manía" como suele decir al verme tan alegre, le alegra tanto como su como su risa a mí. Se acercó para darme una palmadita en el hombro, una palmadita suave como un guía a su discípulo que no entiende que se ha de caer si sigue con ese mismo andar, y luego un beso en la cabeza como de costumbre al saber que yo no tenía ningún remedio, que tan colorida siempre iba a ser. Yo quise salir corriendo, pero estaba tan cerca, sabía lo que equivalía sí levantaba mi cara en ese momento, sí me miraba a los ojos. y como no iba encontrar palabras para explicarme.

- ¡Mira por la ventana. Hay un diluvio..! y está tan oscuro como averno en los tulipanes. llueve a mares -

Se alejo de mí para ir a la ventana y comprobarlo. Yo salte de la silla hacia la puerta de la salía del patio, y solté una risa,

- ¿¡Que graciosa, pero si está tan soleado!? -

- lo sé, casi nadie lo entiende. e incluso a veces yo no le puedo entender. Pero sucede.. -

- ¡Olle no me tomes del pelo.. y no se te olvide la maleta que está en la entrada sobre la reja. eres tan despistada que se te olvida como la otra vez. ¡Y ojo, no quiero quejas del colegio! -

- jajajaja casi se me olvida. Nop, soy la mejor en mi clase y va en buen camino mi andar de filosofía -

Volvía a reír. Mientras en mis ojos seguía la lluvia.

(nunca nadie entendió, cuando dije "está lloviendo. es un diluvio aunque brilla el sol" no esperaba que lo comprobaran yendo hacia la ventana o me aplaudieran por ingenio. yo solo deseaba un abrazo, mi humanidad aclamaba un abrazo de la única manera en la que se hacerlo, yo siempre he sido poema y mas que leerme esperaba que alguien me tomara en su corazón y me sujetara con fuerza. pero siempre hubo silencio)

#Cartas sin formato (fragmentos de mi diario)

[lindszeppelin]

Ok now I definitely don’t think he’ll be at the Met Gala. He’d have to fly back tomorrow and that just seems unfair and exhausting.

He did it when he auditioned for OUATIH, but that’s different. He’s promoting the Emmy campaign for MotA and then he’ll have Bikeriders, and neither of those are very Met Gala-ish. Elvis was flashy and showy, so it made sense for the cast and crew to be there, especially with those outfits. So if anything, like you said, either only she goes by herself, or neither of them go. I’m more inclined to her going solo as the breakup rumors have been alleviated by the smoking pap pics…

However! I saw that K did a book club (lol) IG live and she seemed to be at his house (the books and People’s Choice award on the background were NOT subtle), so I don’t know, maybe she won’t go

—as an aside, I don’t think they live together all the time. I think she spends most of her time at his when he’s in LA, but the rest of the time she’s at her parents’ in Malibu. I used to do that a lot with my bf when I was 22, a loooong time ago… lol

If you remember last year the day before the Met, he was in LA at an industry party. And a lot of people were like "maybe he'll fly back to NY tomorrow!!" but like...girl no i just don't think it's gonna happen.

clearly since she is in NY, that bookclub was filmed a while back. idk how far out in advance she films her bookclub things. but i know i've had a lot of people in my inbox tell me about this and wanted my opinion on it. it doesn't say anything wild to me, and it's not a win like the shippers wanna claim it is. we know they don't live together. it's a trite issue that we have proof about. they live in separate houses. and i've said before that they clearly have spent time at each other's respective houses on the occasion. it's not a big deal. he could have allowed her to film in his house when he was out of town or she could've asked if she could use it as a backdrop and he was like whatever that's fine. like, that's it on that lol. more PR shit.

#lindsay's anon asks

[susieporta]

"Trova qualcuno che ti ami bene.

Qualcuno che non ti sminuisce mai.

Anche nell'impeto di una discussione.

Qualcuno che è gentile con te, ma non ti tratta come se fossi fragile.

Qualcuno che sa di cosa sei capace, e celebra quei pezzi di te.

Non qualcuno che si fa intimidire dalla tua forza.

Qualcuno che non ti faccia sentire in colpa per essere difettoso.

Non è compito dell'amore punirti.

E ricordati che la persona che ami è distrutta quanto te quando manca.

Nessuno è perfetto - non rispettarlo a questo standard.

Trova qualcuno che sia paziente, perdonatore e che si scusa.

Qualcuno che pratica il perdono liberamente e spesso.

Ama qualcuno umile, gentile ed empatico.

Non solo con te, ma con un mendicante per strada, o uno sconosciuto al supermercato.

La cortesia comune è importante.

La compassione è importante.

La gentilezza è importante”

— Victor Hugo Mota

[vannyqwea]

me ven piola, pero no tienen ideas las weas en las que siempre me voy a meter solo pa seguir descubriendo e informandome de las curiosidades de mi país, me meto desde las discos, hasta barrios rojos, e tenido el privilegio de conocer el centro de chile y meterme en weas y conocer a weones que venden mota como si nada en cualquier parte, hasta chicos haciendo murales y personas bailando en los cerros de valpo entre todas esas hermosas casas, edificios y calles, arcoiris y lo mas importante ver un porteño meando en una esquina, escuchar a hippies que me recitan mis ondas espirituales en viña de mar cuando paso por la playa y venderme piedras mientras fuman mota, hasta argentinos tomando sol en las playas de con con, en santiago casi me asaltan y ver protestas cada vez que salia, como tambien ver tanta wea surrealista, skaters en manada (porque se tomaban calle completa), hasta sentirme que estoy en el futuro y luego sentirme flaite cuando iba por ciertos barrios pa que no me hagan ni una wea (me perdi), me encantaron muchas piezas arquitectonicas de santiago sinceramente, tambien los cafes con piernas, algunos con acceso a femboy, como en quilpue tambien vi, cache la primera bandera de chile (primeros diseños de la actual) intacta en el museo en santiago, muchos weones con patalones hasta la raja lo las rodillas (fui hace mucho tiempo a santiago si xd)

En el sur tengo meo lore por que es el sector donde vivo asi que no cuenta.

[faegoddessog]

VOTE! if you please!

UPDATE! Voting is closed, here is the finished work!

It Takes Three to Forget

I'm going to write a threesome fic with MOTA Gale 'Buck' and John 'Bucky', so inspired by @austinbutlerslovers Bucked and Fucked fic was I .

I'm curious what ya'll might want to see as far as perspective. I know I don't' want to do 2nd person (you), but wondering what appeals and I thought I'd try out this poll thingy!

Examples, just for fun:

1st person:

When I saw those two stroll through the door of the London pub, I was instantly sure I would take at least one of them home tonight. Both were tall; one dark, one blonde. Both American soldiers; one outgoing, one clearly not. Both were ridiculously handsome. They were exactly why I had come out tonight. I needed to forget and I did that best with an attentive man between my legs. I looked around for my companions from the WVS. I know that a pair of women are easier to approach for a pair of men, less competition, you see. Each and every one was already dancing with, talking to, or tucked into corners with their own British boys. I shook my head, I guess I was flying solo.

I liked how the American boys didn't bat an eye at my social status. So many of the Brits wouldn't dare look on a Viscountess as a potential sex partner. But the American's held no such qualms. These two had the look of men that also needed to forget. Perfect, we can help each other out then.

Should I be out fucking men? Yes... yes I should. It's a fucking war and as of a year ago today, I'm all alone in this world.

3rd Person:

She was sipping her drink when they entered, two American soldiers. One was dark, one blonde and both were achingly handsome. They were exactly what she needed tonight. Two gorgeous men that didn't care that she was a widowed Viscountess.

"What do they raise those yanks on over there to make them so damn ..." her sentence petered out as she turned to the empty stools beside her. Her companions from the WVS had already been swept away by local boys. All of them. She shrugs and prepares to fly solo. At least one of these boys is coming home with her tonight.

They strolled in, John was happy that he could drag his buddy out for the weekend pass, they both needed it. Needed to forget the horrors of the sky. They sky with both of them had once loved so much, yet had become a place of torture that they just had to endure.

"I gotta get you laid Buck," the tall one was saying, "I know, I know, you are loyal to a fault, but you gotta live a little in case you die. I promised her I'd take care o' you, and this counts pal."

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#austin butler smut #mota fanfic #buck cleven #john egan #smut poll #mota smut #callum turner smut

[caostalgia]

Por si vuelves.

He dejado la puerta abierta.

He regado el jardín, sin importar que ya esté marchito.

He limpiado cada mota de polvo con mucha paciencia.

He preparado el desayuno, solo que el café ya está frío.

He intentado prender un poco de fuego, para deshacer el hielo.

He dejado la puerta abierta, por si algún día quieres volver y comenzar de nuevo.

Cafeína para el papel.

I.

Coldissweet

#coldissweet #notas #citas #frases #escritos #caostalgia #textos #amor #desamo #febrero2023 #escritos de una mente en insomnio #BM

[alexis10000]

hay marcas de garras y dientes que por más que arden en el alma anhelan el reencuentro con su origen ...

llámese nostalgia , hartazgo , aburrimiento, asfixia o deseo

solo somos motas de polvo equilibrado en edificios de papel , esperando una cucharada del esa sensación como adictos a lo que no debería ser ...

#yo #mr wolf #text #textos