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hanasnx · 7 months

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A kiss. A kiss that could not be described as harmless. It’s a confession, a breaking point, a promise. Even if Jacob refuses to acknowledge it. He lets the heavy air plod, the tension caused by their mistake hangs over their heads, accumulating into the existing cloud that’s loomed over his shoulder for over a decade. It makes no difference to him if he’s added one more sin to his fold. Even if that cloud is dark and heavy with rain, his justice is well underway to cost him his life for his misdeeds. It’s why he was a drunkard. A frequent of a tavern until they kicked him out on his ass into the cold winds. Until he needed something stronger, suckling on the teat of opioids to render himself consciousless.

A princess doesn’t deserve that. Lian doesn’t deserve that. When she’d first come to him she was painted white; woven in a cocoon of expensive silken fabrics. An angel cursed by his company. Even though God has abandoned him, he prays anyway. He prays for Lian.

He doesn’t look at her if he can help it. Any business he attends to in the cave is met swiftly and soberly. Filling his time and his mind with tasks that require his attention means he can’t stop to contemplate her. To deliberate over whether he made the right decision last night. It haunts him.

How coldly he’d treated her after she’d opened herself to him, how the touch of her lips lingered on his, until he’d demanded more. How his arms had wrapped around her, pressing her flush against him. Her inexperience shone through her stiff stance. When he’d deepened the kiss, she didn’t know how to receive it. A grim reminder of how he taints her. Temptation took root that night, he could see it in her eyes. She wanted him.

“Jacob. Touch me.�� she’d said.

“I can’t.”

To deny such a request, to deny an angel, felt blasphemous. He had taken his leave as he battled contempt for himself. She remained, alone and hurt in his wake.

“Do you resent me?” Faint words lilt in reservation, and he snaps back to present at the alert of them. He listens to her footsteps approach him, and he pivots his neck in their direction. All he can see are the shadows of her figure in the fires. It’s quiet in these quarters, the cloth separating this room from the passageway offers privacy but no noise suppression. It must mean they’re alone in this field of the caves.

A fear blooms in the pit of his chest, the black tar of it mixes with the flowery meadow of new love. He’s lost in the labyrinth of his mind again, the lines of right and wrong blurred hopelessly.

Gentle hands rest on his shoulders. Nimble, and feathery, they’re like doves that land on his armor. It dims his torment, if even for a second. For one wicked second, he’s free, and it crashes down as soon as she guides him to turn. His storming eyes meet hers. The shallow pinch of her eyebrows, upturned in worry, crushes him. Damn him for causing her pain. A cold palm cups his cheek in comfort and familiarity. He shies away from her, and she hesitates. The trembling hand falls to her side.

“Lian.” he speaks brokenly. “What are you doing in here?” After evading her all day, she tracks him down during a moment of rare and unwanted peace.

“I came to find you. You’ve hardly spoken a word to me all day. Have I hurt you?” A pitied lull of her head to the side, searching his gaze, and he yearns to brush his fingers through her lustrous hair.

On the contrary, on the most absurd contrary. he thinks. “No,” he responds. “You should go.”

A disheartened expression befalls her, altering her perfect features in a light he can’t bear to look upon. Knowing he’s the cause of her despondence. He skirts her, and she whirls around to follow his receding back. “Should I?” she asks, a tone with an edge of desperation, begging him to reconsider.

He stands still as he cannot answer.

“What have I done to you?” Another inquiry, yet it’s spoken differently this time. As if she goads him into admitting that this is about their kiss. “Please, tell me, Jacob.” His name on her tongue causes his eyes to fall shut. She’s only learned his name days ago, and every opportunity she has to invoke it, she does. He inhales deeply to calm his quaking nerves, fighting off his overwhelming emotions, and his tyrannical withdrawals. Everything heightens when she’s around him.

“You must know.” he reasons, his stoic nature consistently melts within her atmosphere.

“I won’t unless you tell me.” Her watery words quiver in her throat.

His heart aches. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” he tells her, and he absorbs her reticence, continuing on, “After I’ve restored you to your throne, I’ll be off. You’ll never see me again.”

A gasp, and a hurried step forward is abruptly cut off. As if to mirror how she first recruited him to escort her through the mountains in hiding, she offers him payment once more, but this time it’s to stay with her. “What can I give you? Money?”

He faces her. “Don’t say that. I don’t want that.” Surely, she must know.

Lian’s confidence wavers at the sight of him. Gathering bravery, she pushes through. “What do you want? Do you want me?” His brows furrow at the idea she could doubt that, yet it’d be better if she didn’t know. It’d be entirely easier and safer for her if he hadn’t accepted her act of love. That kiss ruined everything.

He falters. He cannot lie to her. “Of course I do.” he replies in a forlorn, urged whisper.

“Then have me.” she speaks firmly, submitting herself as payment. Now he understands what she’d initially meant, his frown deepening with a shake of his head.

“No, Princess,”

It’s not known to Lian that men deny what they want. Any man she’s ever known has been taught to take their desires. To forge paths and change fates to gain their yearnings. Out of frustration, she yanks her outer layer off until it pools at her elbows, pushing out her chest. Respectfully, Jacob jerks his head to the side, shielding her from himself to protect her dignity. “Are you refusing me?”

She sacrifices herself on the altar of humiliation and he won’t answer her. After what he’d done in front of that bonfire, the way he held her as they shared their destined kiss, she could not be convinced of his indifference. So she softens her approach, taking a sheepish step forward.

Her enchanting voice lightens, encouraging him to look at her, to comfort her. “Do you not find me… attractive?” she asks. His calculative blue eyes drift to her shoes, climbing her skirt to feed off of what she gives him.

“Princess,” he chastises in protest, “You will find love in another.” He takes a step back. “Once you return to your kingdom you’ll be betrothed and married off, and I will remain as I am.” An addict, a failed former soldier, a broken man. His tailbone bumps the end of a table, and he’s forced to still as she advances. That recognizable gleam in her eye returns, the one from last night. How she looks at him with hunger. It’s intoxicating. He’s heard of the sirens at sea, and the lustful witchcraft of the North, but they are nothing compared to the infallible power she holds over him. Out of dread of what he will do, what he’s capable of, he fixes his hands to the edge of the table, lest they disobey him and reach out to her. “Do not give yourself to me in hopes of consummation, it will not keep me.” he warns, his empty threat thinly veiling his self-control dwindling.

She leans into him, causing his body to jump at the brush of her fingertips against his aching chest. Those lips– those addictive lips– shape, hollowing her stunning cheek bones when she purses them to form her next question, “Won’t it?” She affords a great deal of faith in her flesh, and Jacob can’t disagree. “Do you fear it?”

He concedes, “I am no stranger to sodomy.”

A single glance to his mouth. “How lucky.”

The pain grows unbearable and he growls in irritation over his defeat. He’ll condemn himself later, presently he’ll give her what they both need. He surges forward, stamping his lips against hers in his enthusiasm, causing a sting they hardly notice. A content exhale from his nose fans over her face as he presses on, leading her through this. A noise retreats from the back of her throat when he tilts his head, hasty to part her lips. His tongue reintroduces itself to her, a foreign feeling stirs within her as the tip glides along her until she grants the access.

Hers is tense, allowing him to do as he pleases. His arms wind around her waist, drawing her flush against him so she’s unable to run away. Her instinct is to back up, but he’s made that impossible now. His tongue slides against hers, goading her to play. Warily, she rears it, and he invites himself to the underside of it. When she swipes hers back and forth, his fingers dig into her hips, and excitement seeps into her through her saliva. The memory resurfaces, the one of yesterday, when he kissed her so sweetly. This is different, it’s demanding and coarse. So this is the passion she reads about.

When he recedes, her lips idle in the form of a pucker, having been unexpectant of their impending divide. “Are you sure you want this?” he speaks against them, pecking them impatiently between words. He stoops to her eye-level, the end of his nose prodding into her cheek as he crushes her body against his. As if he saw fit to absorb her, he can’t get her close enough, air is expelled from her lungs.

She can’t think of one time she wouldn’t have accepted him. Even if he’d asked the day of their first meeting, when she’d thought of him as a junkie who was good with a sword. He’d earned her admiration and respect when he’d inadvertently saved her and her brother’s lives, and more so when he came back for them to escort them into the mountains. It’s scandalous, but if the opportunity presented itself, she fears she would’ve said yes to the dirty stranger.

Now clean and familiar, he stands before her, ready to take her as she’d requested. She can do nothing but nod over and over again as she inhales a steadying breath. “Yes, yes,” Her outer layer slips fully off her arms to her feet.

Steadily, he guides her back, that grip on her so tight she’s sure if she stumbled he’d catch her. She doesn’t dare break his intense gaze, even when the bed of furs lick her ankles and she’s pushed over. His large hand cradles the back of her head, guarding her from the impact. Rushed pecks latch onto wherever he can reach, the impetuosity of a man left wanting for far too long. The corner of her mouth, her cheek, her jawline, and she cranes her neck encouragingly. He entitles himself to her pulse point, mouthing it, teeth scraping against it in a most pleasant feeling she’s never experienced before. Unable to contain herself, she tangles her nimble fingers into his hair, tugging as she involuntarily writhes underneath him.

A pattern of his past, a phrase slips out, rolling off his tongue and vibrating against her, “You like that, princess?” It trembles her nethers, lifting her leg out of the confines of its skirt, tucking him in between her legs.

“Yes, yes, I do,” she answers him curiously. Her eyes falling shut from the tingles resounding throughout her body as his stubble brushes her sensitive skin. All of this is new to her. Being untouched her entire life, it brought her puzzlement and immense emotion to come to understand the heat in her core. How it had been awakened by Jacob, and reignites with his shallow thrusts of longing. His hips slot in between her thighs, his heavy belt nipping at her clothed sex. The debauched nature of it flushes her cheeks, but how can she deny true love? “Jacob?” she sighs, and his lips falter as they suck on her exposed collarbone. “What is that?”

Confused, Jacob rears, and she meets his gaze, lids heavy with pleasure. It says enough to him, and he moistens his reddened lips. He shifts to his hip, propping himself up over her on a single elbow, as his free hand comes to gingerly form over her mound. “You mean this?”

A symphony begins in her head, harmony created by the position of his palm. He watches her diligently, pupils dilating as he witnesses her acquaintance to the sins of the flesh. The volume of her imaginary song increases as he gently rolls the heel of his hand against her, so specifically she pushes into it begging for more. If it were under different circumstances, he may delay her on the basis she’d overstimulate herself. He can’t bring himself to now. How she parts her lips in a silent gasp, faithfully rocking against his experienced touch, bowing her head and demonstrating how loyal she can be in holding his gaze. She wants this as much as he does, he can’t say no to that.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he muses, finding himself entranced with how unapologetically she chases that high. The virtuous wonder in her spellbound eyes. He can’t remember the last time he felt like that, and he wanted to prolong it for her. If they could live in this single moment forever, they would. Unfortunately, he can’t wait that long, the stiffness residing his pants fit to burst. “Have you felt anything like this before?”

She shakes her head. It confirms his apparent suspicions. A princess allowing a lowly peasant from the West stain her, it’s unheard of. Yet he does not slow.

To experiment, he dips his fingers into the divot of her folds, grazing residue that leaks onto the tips. An intentioned swipe sends a shiver up her spine, and he regards her reaction with interest, increasing his efforts. Every simple touch intensifies her movements, and when he circles her bud deliberately she arches her back. Without warning, she moans out. Nothing alerting, but still evocative, and he claps his palm over her mouth. Widened eyes meet his, abashed she’d lost control of herself.

He whips his head in the direction of the tapestry that hangs in the doorway. It billows with breath from the cave’s mouth, but it’s ultimately harmless. There are no footsteps to behold. So he returns his attention to her. “You’ll have to be quiet, Lian, remember that.” he informs, and she nods under the pressure of his appendage. “If you don’t, I’ll have to stop.” She nods again. A commanding eye on her as if to scold her as he tentatively takes his hand off her mouth. An apologetic kiss presses to her lips, and she accepts it. It morphs, becoming a conduit to swallow any of her undisciplined sounds as he massages her sweet virginal sex.

Wandering fingers are tender in their endeavor, tracing down her collarbone, and hooking into her neckline. Delicately, so as to not disturb her, he tugs the fabric down, loosening it off her shoulders. He breaks their kiss, a string of saliva connecting them, as he takes away his hand in between her legs to pull her dress down. It frees her chest, and he loses himself in the sight of them. Unlike those of brothel women, they’re shapely, and perked at attention from the stimulation. Untouched, unsullied, he’s swift to bow down and worship. His plump lips enclose around one of her nipples, and she gasps from the new sensation. He doesn’t need to admonish her because she covers her own mouth with her hand, undulating underneath him with the heels of her feet digging into the covers. His tongue swirls around her responsive nub.

The hand that abandoned the warmth of her core cups the fat of her breast, greedy in how he handles it, near strangling it in his fervor as he mouths more and more of her flesh. His teeth bite down, and her discontented yelp reminds him where he is. He releases it with a pop, while his fingers roll the other. A cruel motion by her standards, the sharp pleasure from it twists her expression, and he basks in the notion no one has ever touched her like this except him. And it’s still early in the encounter. How is she to cope when he introduces her to every inch of his aching length? The passing fascination shifts his countenance as intensifies his efforts. For a moment, he forgets decorum. He's an animal driven by self-fulfillment, plunging his face in between her tits to gather them around his temples. He mouths and licks at the salt on her skin hungrily, burying his face in her tissue like a drunkard would a willing, warm body at a tavern. A soft laughter, like bells, snaps him out of his stupor. So he views her through his brows, playfully nipping at the side of her breast as a smile is brought to his face. She finds his intoxicated enthusiasm endearing.

That guilt within him assuages. His hips gravitate towards hers, seeking out friction in ruts. She inhales sharply, the tip of his nose tracing up her as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake. Sloppy, and wet kisses.

“Jacob,” she whispers over her hand.

He hums.

“I’ve never… Well, I haven’t done…” she begins, embarrassed over the fact she may not be what he wants, or know what to do for him. His lips against her ear quiet her with a hush.

“I know, it’ll be fine. Let me handle it.” he reassures, pecking her earlobe as he picks himself up to sit on his haunches. He removes his outer layer, whipping it down his arms as she watches with intrigue. He removes fabrics to bare himself to her. His belt as well as his trousers remain, and he shifts backwards. Carefully, he rides up the skirt of her dress, and his cold fingers startle her heated skin as he hooks them into her underclothes, peeling them down and off. She lifts her legs for him, poised and lithe, and he removes her shoes, palming the heel of her foot to pepper the top of it with soothing kisses.

He settles, the backs of her knees fixed atop his shoulders as he tucks his head between her thighs, eager to relax her, prove his devotion to her. Even if it takes all night.

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anakinskywalkerdarthvaderstar · 1 year

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I just watched this movie for the first time last night. And I honestly enjoyed watching a lot of Hayden Christensen sword action scenes. It’s like he used his some of his lightsaber training from the Star Wars prequel trilogy days into the sword fights of this movie. It’s like watching a medieval version of Anakin Skywalker.

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boybasher · 10 months

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Late Bloomer 🥀 (my alternative outcast poem reading)

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my poem:

I bloom as fast as the flowers

Late in June

I take a while

Do you know I was a kid once?

Same

Body

I still wear the same sweater, from back when I was 14

Back when I had nobody to please

Just being me or the “me” my parents let me be

I can’t wait my turn

Not no more

Patience is a lie

When you’re growing inside, all the time

Cross the road when you want

The time is now

Fuck the clock

German Shepard on a chain

Remind me of what my days were

Back when scribbling with chalk on the sidewalk, was all I really wanted

Vapes on the floor

Ditching class and failing p.e

Abandoned car seat

You never really grow up of being a baby

I don’t shine like the sun

Glimmer like the moon

Don’t look at me, not on purpose

Only because you can’t look away

Pay attention to me, what do you do want from me?

I’m only giving myself out for free

For the feelings daddy couldn’t give me

The older, the better

The younger, the meaner

More insecure

I’m too 23 to feel free

Give me 30, 40, 50

Love my generation but not enough to kiss them. Date em

Too mentally crazy

And I’m just like them

You can find me hiding in The Alleys

Where’s it’s quiet

And the strays skip happily

Bet you can’t look away, once you do

It’s kiss me or harm me

No in-between

Want me or trap me

Hold my soul, likes it’s yours to own

Can’t catch a butterfly

Can’t force the wind

I’ll be your girl

If you promise me one wish

Freedom

I’m looking for a daddy

Not a dad

There’s a difference

One you only call after midnight

One never calls you back

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poem: Late Bloomer by Roger Awkward, (2023).

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lonesomedotmp3 · 1 year

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"you managed to convince all of those idiots at our hippie commune of a high school that you and karma are vag-etarians" DIALOGUE!!

#I'm just sooo in love with this 2014 leftist utopia high school #with ONE homophobic girl. who is a social outcast...#faking it lb

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romanceyourdemons · 8 months

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in the tradition of outcast (2014), dragon blade (2015), and the great wall (2016), we need a movie set in the 1630s where a disillusioned member of the embroidered uniform guard and a profit-driven jianghu mercenary flee the corrupt and crumbling ming dynasty and somehow end up in the equally corrupt city of cologne, where they become key players in the fight against the sinister forces of cardinal richelieu and eventually secure the peace of westphalia and the end of the thirty years’ war. this is a million dollar idea i’m telling you

#i actually genuinely like this idea i might try to write it at some point #ryddles

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albertserra · 7 months

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While discussing Europe’s response to Israel’s policies, Hajo said that Europe should respond with “a much more large scale boycott of Israel” than a ban on settlement products. If we Europeans pretend to hold high the flag of humanity with what is happening in Gaza, Israel should be outcasted by us.”

I asked him if he had a message for the Palestinians, Israelis or human rights activists.

“My message for the Palestinians is that they should not give up their fight,” he replied. “If they give up, they might lose their self-esteem with the ongoing humiliations by the Israeli Nazis. Fight with human means. It is justified to show to the Israeli Zionists that you are a force to reckon with. Fight with stones, with weapons. Yes, also with weapons. If you don’t fight, you lose your self-esteem and will not be respected by the Israelis.”

August 25, 2014

#hajo meyer

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manifesto-of-a-femcel · 11 months

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Beautiful Movies All Girls Should Watch

A list of movies that touch on coming of age, romance and complex female emotions.

May (2002): A socially awkward veterinary assistant with a lazy eye and obsession with perfection descends into depravity after developing a crush on a boy with perfect hands.

Audition (1999): A widower takes an offer to screen girls at a special audition, arranged for him by a friend to find him a new wife. The one he fancies is not who she appears to be after all.

Helter Skelter (2012): Top star Lilico undergoes multiple cosmetic surgeries to her entire body. As her surgeries show side effect, Lilico makes the lives of those around her miserable as she tries to deal with her career and her personal problems.

Ginger Snaps (2000): Two death-obsessed sisters, outcasts in their suburban neighborhood, must deal with the tragic consequences when one of them is bitten by a deadly werewolf.

The Craft (1996): A newcomer to a Catholic prep high school falls in with a trio of outcast teenage girls who practice witchcraft, and they all soon conjure up various spells and curses against those who anger them.

Malèna (2000): Amidst the war climate, a teenage boy discovering himself becomes love-stricken by Malèna, a sensual woman living in a small, narrow-minded Italian town.

Perfect Blue (1997): A retired pop singer turned actress’ sense of reality is shaken when she is stalked by an obsessed fan and seemingly a ghost of her past.

Rosemary’s Baby (1968): A young couple trying for a baby moves into an aging, ornate apartment building on Central Park West, where they find themselves surrounded by peculiar neighbors.

The Virgin Suicides (1999): A group of male friends become obsessed with five mysterious sisters who are sheltered by their strict, religious parents in suburban Detroit in the mid 1970s.

Sucker Punch (2011): A young girl institutionalized by her abusive stepfather retreats to an alternative reality as a coping strategy and envisions a plan to help her escape.

Piggy (2022): An overweight teen is bullied by a clique of cool girls poolside while holidaying in her village. The long walk home will change the rest of her life.

The Love Witch (2016): A modern-day witch uses spells and magic to get men to fall in love with her, with deadly consequences.

Pearl (2022): In 1918, a young woman on the brink of madness pursues stardom in a desperate attempt to escape the drudgery, isolation and lovelessness of life on her parents' farm.

Girl, Interrupted (1999): Based on writer Susanna Kaysen's account of her 18-month stay at a mental hospital in the late 1960s.

Black Swan (2010): Nina is a talented but unstable ballerina on the verge of stardom. Pushed to the breaking point by her artistic director and a seductive rival, Nina's grip on reality slips, plunging her into a waking nightmare.

Gone Girl (2014): With his wife's disappearance having become the focus of an intense media circus, a man sees the spotlight turned on him when it's suspected that he may not be innocent.

Jennifer’s Body (2009): A newly-possessed high-school cheerleader turns into a succubus who specializes in killing her male classmates. Can her best friend put an end to the horror?

Bones And All (2022): Coming of age romance about two cannibals

In the Mood for Love (2000): Two neighbors form a strong bond after both suspect extramarital activities of their spouses. However, they agree to keep their bond platonic so as not to commit similar wrongs.

Brokeback Mountain (2005): Ennis and Jack are two shepherds who develop a sexual and emotional relationship. Their relationship becomes complicated when both of them get married to their respective girlfriends.

Call Me By Your Name (2017): In 1980s Italy, romance blossoms between a seventeen-year-old student and the older man hired as his father's research assistant.

Maurice (1986): Two English school chums find themselves falling in love at Cambridge. To regain his place in society, Clive gives up Maurice and marries. While staying with Clive and his wife, Maurice discovers romance in the arms of the gamekeeper Alec.

Y Tu Mamá También (2001): In Mexico, two teenage boys and an attractive older woman embark on a road trip and learn a thing or two about life, friendship, sex, and each other.

Caroline (2009): An adventurous 11-year-old girl finds another world that is a strangely idealized version of her frustrating home, but it has sinister secrets.

Corpse Bride (2005): When a shy groom practices his wedding vows in the inadvertent presence of a deceased young woman, she rises from the grave assuming he has married her.

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bangsinc · 1 year

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Can i request a spot x reader Who likes to draw him and lets him stay in their house.

Also you are life saver since you are the only one who is writing spot headcannons ♡

✏️Spot and an artist reader who lets him crash!(Hcs/Drabble)🗯️

I’m so sorry I couldn’t think of something silly for a title.. BUT TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT! I rly wanna give him love since nobody is rn! He’s so pookie

No warnings, just fluff. Mutual pining! Yay!

For the majority of the past couple years, Spots been an outcast to society, someone who wouldn’t be welcome anymore no matter what he did or how he hid. A job, something that could have saved him, wasn’t feesable anymore, and he couldn’t find anyplace to live.. that is, until there was you.

You were a complete godsend to this.. creature. A place to stay was more than what he could ask for. He didn’t need to eat, or do much anymore, but he still wanted a sence of community.

He could never repay you, never. The only person that’s ever been kind to him is letting him stay for.. nothing in return. As a way to return the sentiment and ease the overbearing guilt he feels that someone (as amazing and beautiful as you) let him into their home with open arms, he steals things.

Expect little trinkets! Oh? You like video games? That’s crazy because he just came across this one copy of..

He doesn’t crash persay, he lives. He craves the affection and love, so it’s difficult for him to not spend every night in your home. It’s warm, cozy, and best of all you don’t seem to care for what he looks like.

And like.. yknow, maybe you guys cuddle sometimes.

As for your hobby of drawing him, he would consider it the highest honor. You see him as something worth replicating on pen and paper? You want to show it to others too?? Congratulations, you just earned yourself a free model.

Gushes over your work, maybe keeps some of it for himself. Oh, he’s crushing hard. Maybe he’ll even try to draw you! Don’t expect anything.. good though. He was a scientist! Not an artist! But.. it would mean a lot to him if you kept what he gave you. It’s the least you could do, make him a happy little guy.

He may not be expressive, but you can almost see the flattery oozing from him as he eyes your work with the upmost curiosity. You’re so talented!

Little Drabble!

The lights of your bedroom, dim and gentle, reflect upon his pale face. He looks around curiously, his expression as it usually is, unreadable. He looks at you for a moment, the hole on his face narrowing in almost panic.

“T—thanks for letting me stay agai—look, I can’t really repay you or-“ He mumbles, rocking back and fourth on his feet nervously.

Your expression wracked him. The kind, empathetic smile on your face didn’t wane once, even if you both knew there wasn’t any way he could pay you back. You stay quiet, mainly to find the right words to tell him. With every passing second, doubt knawed at him. This was too good to be true.. this was going to end sooner than he hoped. You were going to tell him to get ou—

“That’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You speak, your voice quiet as to not startle him further. The weight of your words pressed on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to catch his breath.

“Really?” He approaches you swiftly, a sence of hope painted his expression, the brush that was his feelings painting a portrait of never ending gratitude.

“Really.” You repeat his words, arms outstretched, your smile never once waning. He can feel his spotted emotions get the better of him and he’s quick to bring you into a hug, his face digging into the crook of your neck.

#spider man #spiderman #the spot #across the spiderverse #the spot x reader #bangsinc #idk lol #x reader #fluff #spider punk #amazing spider man #into the spider verse #spider man: across the spider verse

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teaforthotxxx · 6 months

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Thinking of Wolfstar and how I sound like a freak trying to explain how

This

Became this

Like I would love to explain how around 2014, there was a sudden rise and resurrection second coming of christ our lord saviour Wolfstar. And, we fancasted so hard that almost 10 years later, we’re still stuck on this. And how most of the hp queer fandom started to latch onto these characters cause there was no other representation and these two started it all.

In the wake of she-who-shall-not-be-named spitting in our trans brothers and sisters’ faces, more of the hp fandom has retreated to the Marauders Era (a completely fanon lore with POCs and Queer people). That somehow this fanon non-profit lore had a better understanding of the world than canon and redeemed Slytherins by showing how inter-generational trauma affected them. By showing us that Bellatrix Lestrange was only a pawn in the Black family’s game. That Narcissa and Regulus were only doing what they had to do to survive. Sirius’ madness was not just for eccentric reasons.

This fandom highlighted the treatment of house elves. Talked about slavery. Talked about Queen Dame Lily EVANS’ childhood!! She wasn’t just a plot device to redeem Severus Snape. She was the muggle voice in the group. She was the witch that was outcasted by her muggle sister because she believed in magic. She was minority in two worlds. She was the Marauders’ friend. She wasn’t a prude or a damsel to be saved. She wasn’t just Harry’s mother. She was one of the brightest witches of her time. Harry inherited her WIT, her perseverance, her defiance, her pride, unrelenting nature. Harry Potter inherited more than her eyes. He inherited her ability to thrive in the face of trauma.

Joanne could have never given this to us. I don’t think any one person could give us this. This was a collection of rewritten lore from people who loved the universe it created but wished to be seen. And, I love my sometimes problematic and inconsistent little fandom.

How do I not sound insane doing this?

#marauders era #hp fic #harry potter #james potter #marauders #jegulus #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #sirius black #severus snape #wolfstar #lily evans #anti jk rowling #hp fancast #regulus black #quillkiller #most noble house of black

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On May 18th, The Deportation of Crimean tatars Day...

...and the way this knowledge lingers through my family. my grandma grew up in north Kazakhstan, USSR turned it into a melting pot of ethnicities with the frequency they were sending the deportees there. my grandma's family were deportees from Ukraine on both sides, but to them it happened way before USSR came to existence (it just shows how it was the same old system, just repackaged). my grandma recalled living among not only kazakhs, ukrainians and russians, but also chechens, ingushs, jews, germans, and of course, crimean tatars. many of these demographics were often under supervision, meaning they were not allowed to leave, they had to go and mark their presence every morning, the had limited options in employment. it especially concerned the Crimean Tatars. they were already very poor, having arrived literally barehanded to the foreign, unfamiliar, colder land. on top of that, the were treated like social outcasts due to the "traitor" status. it in turn, barred them from getting better employment. so they were set up for poverty regardless. they lived along the coast line of the river in handmade huts. i don't have the details about how they lived through wintes, but considering what i know now, they probably didn't. Many crimean tatars, that survived the deportation itself, died within the first few years.

Now, compare it to the fact that even PoW germans, who were also contained in this town, were later allowed to settle and develop. they're was no way to know if they were just bystanders or ideologically motivated in the past, during the war. but i find it fucking telling that potential former nazis were given a chance to a normal life, but their victims, who spent years under nazi occupation, were branded as traitors of the State and denied a chance to live normally, even after such a detrimental uprooting, after a literal genocide. USSR was probably hoping they would go extinct on their own from poverty and isolation. Those, who carried on, would still live in the shadow of this false accusations, as well as their children and grandchildren.

And in 2014 russia came back with the same policy. Crimean tatars, who just then managed to begin reclaiming their land, were shunned again. There's political and ethical persecution against them going on since 2014 till this very day. it a crime that international community allowed it to happen again, and that somehow it wasn't a good enough reason enough to seriously oppose russia back then, when we still had time.

#ukraine #crimea #crimean tatars #1944 deportation of the crimean tatars #crimean tatars genocide #thoughts

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hanasnx · 8 months

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word count: 0.8k | character(s): jacob x lian

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drug usage. contains details about a brothel. lian being marginally jealous

Lian shifts her hips in tandem with her horse's trots. It's hooves kicking up water from the stream they pass through. The handsome stranger that escorts her says nothing, merely leads. Her brother hangs back, becoming acquainted with their newest addition to their party: Xiaoli.

There's little to occupy the time, so Lian catches up to their hired guard. He does not show her he registers her presence, and after growing up in a palace, she tries not to perceive it as disrespect. She's sure he doesn't mean it.

"What's your name?" she asks to make conversation, realizing she'd could've offended him by taking this long to ask.

Finally, he casts her a side-glance, and considers hiking his horse to draw forward so he could indicate his disinterest. The reason he doesn't is because she's a lady. A noblewoman of high stature, indeed. He huffs through his nose, moistening his chapped lips from the crisp air. "It'd be safer if you didn't know." he replies, his grip on the reigns tightening at the grim reminder of his origins.

If Lian had a stronger backbone, she might've pushed through, "Surely you can't be serious." she might say. Instead, she bows her head, pressing her lips into a thin line.

He regards her lack of confidence, and is torn between being grateful for the silence and guilt for shutting her down. The poor girl is still coping with her circumstances, but he can't coddle her when he's got his own problems. The horses reach the bank, trotting uphill. When he merges onto a rocky pathway, the group follows, cutting through a town. It's quiet, smoke from pipes and fires curling into the gray skies. Their guard keeps a watchful eye on those whose gazes idle on their traveling throng. Unfortunately, they have no money for clothes, and their expensive fabrics stick out like a sore thumb.

A tavern comes up, and when they close in, Lian recognizes the true nature of the place. A brothel, drunken men filtering in and out searching for warmth in bodies willing. For the right price, that is. She has half a mind to look away, to glue her stare to her horse's mane, but she can't bring herself to. How couples laugh and pour drinks, it appears welcoming. She studies the mannerism exchanged between a woman and her mark, intent on milking him for all he's worth. The one notion that diverts her attention is that of the back of her companion's head and what he must be thinking. Would he rather spend his time in a place like this? High out of his wits in such a sultry atmosphere of pleasure and luxury? Has he ever?

When the town recedes out of their view, past the horizons, not one word has been spoken, shaking off still the fear of being caught. Perhaps, the villagers cared not for the reward money on her and her brother's heads, or their personal debauchery was best left untouched by the Black Guard's judgmental influence. Inviting them there, if only to turn in outlaws, would only bring trouble to their privacy.

The path, wider now, makes room for their escort as his horse aligns with hers again. It's unintentional, but she hopes against all odds he wanted to be closer to her. "Would you rather have stayed behind?" she questions him before she stops herself. The memory of where she met him resurfacing. How he cared only for his sword and his artificial ecstasy as he clambered drunkenly about a pub.

"I'd rather make camp at sunset." he responds. He sounds displeased. It convinces her further he'd rather do anything but this, rather be anywhere but here with her.

"Have you ever been to a disorderly house?"

He's reticent. Contemplative of whether or not to reveal any detail about himself.

After a moment, he concedes, “There was a time I would’ve loved to be drowning in women," As he lulls his head in her direction, she meets his gaze in time for his eyes to wander lower, scanning her form. Once caught, he's unabashed, lulling his head to face forward. "but those days are over.”

Heat spreads to her cheeks, coloring them.

#indy: drabbles #ch: jacob #jacob drabble #outcast (2014)#jacob x lian #outcast jacob #outcast jacob x lian #outcast jacob x lian smut #jacob x lian smut #outcast fanfiction #outcast 2014 #outcast 2014 fanfiction #jacob fanfiction #lian fanfiction #jacob x lian fanfiction #outcast jacob smut #outcast lian smut #jacob smut

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anakinskywalkerdarthvaderstar · 2 years

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Interesting how Hayden Christensen went from dueling with a lightsabers as Anakin Skywalker/ Darth Vader in both “Star Wars” & “Obi-Wan Kenobi” to dueling with a sword as Jacob in “Outcast (2014)”

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⬛️ WEBSITE MOCKUPS : RKIVE.ORG ⬛️

“When we went abroad, we stayed in our hotel rooms except when we were working. The only places I could go then were museums. The art galleries full of Monets or Van Goghs were always crowded, but when I visited one weekday morning and had them mostly to myself, I had a eureka moment—an artist who’d passed away 100 years ago was communicating directly with a boy from Korea. I was so envious. From then on, I began seeking out and learning about Korean painters.” — HAPPY NAMJOON DAY! ; 940912 ; CLICK FOR HQ. twt | ig

Note: rkive and gallery walk gifs may take a bit to load, and look best on desktop. Note 2: To learn more about all of the artwork and artists showcased, click below.

When The Year 2000 Comes (2019), by YANG HAEGUE, the avant-garde of Korean art. “She is an accomplished and international artist. She notably represented Korea at the Venice Biennale in 2009 and participated to the prestigious dOCUMENTA (13) in Kassel in 2012. In her works, which flirt with conceptual art, she explores myths and stories, that touch on the universal. She appropriates them through sculptures, installations, performances, and video.”

From Point (1976), by LEE UFAN, Korean Zen Art. “He is a Korean artist known worldwide for his paintings depicting the mark of a brush whose color fades… Yet his practice goes far beyond that! He creates performances, sculptures and installations, which always question a certain “state of being.” He is influenced by Zen and Asian philosophy, but has also drawn heavily on Western thought. Among his favorite subjects: observing the intimate, conflicting or poetic relationship between natural and artificial elements.”

Brushstrokes-Diagram (2015), by SONG HYUN-SOOK, Korean and Western art. “With her, each brushstroke tells a story, a journey. She weaves links between Korean art and Western art. On the one hand, it expresses that almost meditative state of concentration that exists in the art of calligraphy. On the other hand, she uses tempera, a typically European oil painting technique, to create patterns that immerse the viewer in reality and the present moment.”

Drawing, Charcoal on paper, 65 x 50 cm (2014) and Issu de feu Charcoal on canvas, 100 x 81 cm, (2000), by LEE BAE, the Soulages of Korean Art. “A Korean abstract artist. Like Soulages, for whom black is a color, he explores the almost infinite possibilities of black. He sinks into the abyss of darkness. Until recently, he mainly used charred materials to paint his canvases. In doing so, he offered a powerful metaphor for the cycle of life.”

Écriture No.160523 (2016), by PARK SEO-BO, Korean abstraction. “One of the best known Korean artists. He is emblematic of the monochrome Dansaekhwa movement. A current that synthesizes the traditional Korean spirit and Western abstraction. In a way, he is very close to minimalist artists, choosing neutral tones to highlight components and fabrics.”

Mat 61 × 81 #19-17 (2019), by SUKI SEOKYEONG KANG, contemporary art. “Born in 1977, this Korean artist is one of the biggest names of the art market. Her work is mostly inspired by her own philosophical research and reflection on space and our place in it. She uses sculpture, installation, and performance to explore these ideas. Her works were presented, among others, in the Venice and Shanghai Biennales.”

Untitled (1966), by CHOI WOOK-KYUNG, the outcast. “Wook-kyung Choi (1940-1985) is an outcast in the history of contemporary Korean art. She is an abstract painter. But most Korean abstract painters shine in Dansaekhwa: the Korean monochrome. She, on the contrary, is mainly influenced by expressionism. Brutally, instinctively, aggressively, she throws the colors on the canvas. She seeks to immerse herself in the moment, and to create true, pure, expressive forms. Thus, it plays a capital role for the diversity of Korean abstract art.”

Thank you for your interest in these artists and this passion project! All of the website information (other than the artist bio on the Artist Spotlight page) is fictional. Happy Joonie Day 2022, and let’s continue to support him and all the fantastic Korean artists out there.

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