#TaeSun

[simpsqueendom]

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[onlyactivewhenexhausted]

Ssun is such a catty bitch, I love himmm

UYeong treats him like a stray cat he found on street, Seul treats him like a mistress that's invading her home and Ssun just sits smugly in the middle

He's somehow the most positive queer representation I've seen in any kdrama???

[divorced-artist-joel]

Joel couldn't help the tears that rolled down his face as his little brother apologized and they embraced. "I forgave you a long time ago, Sun. I love you and all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy, healthy and safe." The elder Fae says as he strokes his hair in a comforting manner. "I'm proud of you, Sun, for the man you're becoming. Let's go get you married." He smiles.

Boy Talk!!!

It had been a few weeks since he slept with Marco and to be honest he didn’t know how to feel about everything so he went to his sister Josie for some advice. It’s been a while since he had seen her, too scared to go to Joel with this information he knew Josie would put his mind at ease. He wasn’t feeling well but he still had enough energy to hang out. “Josieeee I’ve missed you.” He bounces happily while wrapping his arms around his sister. “We have so much to talk about.”

[dlstmxkakwldrlarchive]

Are taemin and minho's brothers friends with jinki? I saw a post saying they're both always liking his posts on Instagram so I'm wondering if there's any lore there.

yeah they're close! we dont know much abt taesun and jinki's friendship (bcs jinki doesnt really talk abt it) but minsuk used to hang out a lot with onho in the dorm like minho talked about watching soccer together in that one interview, they're also the same age so !!

[lichtgrau]

Yi Ran & His History With The Song Family; feat. Taesun & Rora. In 1729, the last year of his service debt, Yi Ran traveled to Joseon with his second master. At the time, the Song Clan still held power, and Song Seolhwa, the youngest daughter, could see ghosts. She often sneaked away from her strict guard to play with ghost children. Yi Ran, sent away while his master was busy, would go for walks, and they formed a friendship, helped by Seolhwa speaking Mandarin. On the last day before his departure, Seolhwa lost an expensive hairpin, which Yi Ran found. Her guard, unable to find her, mistook Yi Ran for the thief and killed him in a fit of rage. Blaming herself, Seolhwa stole her family's greatest heirloom: the last bottle of water from the Fountain of Life. Unaware she was only supposed to use one cup, she gave Yi Ran the entire bottle. While one cup would revive someone, the full bottle cursed him with immortality, freezing him in time. Seolhwa’s mother, the clan leader, stood up for her daughter's mistake and took Yi Ran in. They couldn’t restore his mortality but offered him false freedom, education, and a place where they would never forget. [ read more cause length ]

Yi Ran remained with the Song family, learning how to read, write, and more skills thanks to their growing library, leading to a vast knowledge. Every few decades, he moved between the different branches of the clan to avoid questions about his lack of age. He witnessed how, over the next generations, the clan slowly vanished and only the youngest branch remained.

Yi Ran was a good friend of Song Dahye, the last female ever born into the bloodline. He saw her grow up, and by the time her mother arranged a marriage to return their clan to glory, he helped her run away with the man who held her heart. She returned decades later, pregnant. When a shaman foretold that the child would be a boy, her mother begged her to get rid of him. Yi Ran, who knew of the family's belief that a boy would mean the end of the bloodline, helped her escape once more, this time knowing her child was in danger. Yi Ran remained in contact with Dahye for the following decades, until the early '90s when their connection broke off for good.

TAESUN was born on May 15th, 1925, and was told about Yi Ran and the story by his mother, Dahye. They met for the first time in the 1950s when Yi Ran left Korea for safety concerns before returning years later. Over the decades, the two developed a close bond, with Taesun now truly representing the end of the long time Yi Ran spent with the Song family. Unlike the rest of them, the younger man wants to try and fix what his ancestors did wrong, knowing he might not be able to. While both of them travel, they stay in touch. Whenever they meet, Taesun likes to drag Yi Ran out to locations he wouldn't go to otherwise & he's one of the few people he actually shows his humor with.

When the 200th anniversary of his death drew near, Yi Ran stumbled upon RORA, who was willing to reveal her true identity as Paritegi. She was the one who told Yi Ran that there was one way to revert what happened, but it would require consuming the same amount of water he once did, leading to his instant death. However, she made it very clear that obtaining a bottle was almost impossible, as her husband had likely shut off all permissions after their youngest child fled with the holy water not meant to ever leave the realm so carelessly.

[xvfeng]

— Un starter en la biblioteca entre @dosuns y Yunfeng: "Me siento como si tuviera que aprender a gatear cuando todo lo que quiero es correr." Hastiado de la lectura, cierra con brusquedad el libro que segundos más tarde deja caer sobre la mesa. No había nada en ellos que le ayudara a manejar su nuevos poderes. "Daría lo que fuera para no tener que lidiar con las migrañas cada que intento teletransportarme."

[cowboypunch]

“te has olvido de esto adentro” posesión es levantada en el aire frente a su pecho, casi como una ofrenda de paz, como quiero decir; disculpa la interrupción, en medio del apuro a veces se olvidan los modales, y con la respiración aun agitada por la breve carrera, avellanas se prenden de facciones impropias, añade rápidamente;  “estaba sentada a una mesa de ti, no pude- evitar notarlo” .

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆 : @decorazones​​​ .

[leejenowrld]

my love letter for ‘back to you’ and to all of you

it’s been two days since i posted the final chapter of back to you, and i still don’t think there are words big enough for what this feels like. maybe there never will be. i’ve been sitting with it, letting it echo in the quiet spaces, feeling every laugh, every scar, every stolen sunrise this story gave me. i’m emotional, i’ll be honest. my eyes sting every time i think about these characters, this universe, and the way you all held it with me. it feels impossible to say goodbye, so i won’t. i can’t. this was never meant to be a farewell.

writing this story was never gentle. it was never easy. it was born from everything i never said, everything i was too afraid to feel out loud. every single word is a piece of my heart, sometimes splintered, sometimes sewn back together. i didn’t plan for the pain to go so deep, or for the joy to bloom so bright. i didn’t know mark and areum’s loss would shatter me as i wrote it, or that healing would look the way it did, broken, slow, then suddenly full of light again. i didn’t expect the weight of taeyong’s death to ripple out the way it did, or that the story would linger so long in the ache of four years lost between jeno and y/n, the stretch of silence and distance that almost became forever. i didn’t foresee taesun’s brief, beautiful life breaking me open on the page, or how writing those tiny hands and bright hopes would change what i thought grief could hold. if you wept, i wept first. if you felt seen, it’s because i wrote until i saw myself in every crack, across every long night, every family dinner, every fight and forgiveness and trembling reunion, every goodbye that became a second chance. every character, every heartbreak, every moment of joy, i lived it all alongside you.

please, take this series gently, let it move through you slow and soft, and let it be a kindness to yourself. this world is heavy with all the truths i never wanted to leave unsaid, full of every secret and every quiet hope i tucked into its corners. it’s the gentle closing of so many arcs, and the windows thrown open for whatever your own story holds next. these characters are as real to me as anyone i’ve ever known; they changed me, and i hope in some small way they change you too. more than anything, i hope back to you becomes a place of comfort, a story you can return to on any night you need softness, a universe that welcomes you home for as many rereads as you ever want. let it be your safe place, always.

the universe outgrew me. it became a wild garden i just tried to keep up with, a universe too alive to control. what started as a single story spun into a constellation, families tangled, lovers lost and found, betrayals forgiven and not, and second chances blooming where nothing else would grow. if you find loose threads, if you still have questions, good. the ask box is open for a reason. please, fill it. ask about the ones who slipped between the lines, nahyun and her haunted legacy, the cold shadow of her father, jihyo’s quiet courage, how the babies love and how they receive love, yangyang’s mystery and the love that almost slipped through his fingers. i want every question, every theory, every ache. this world isn’t done growing, not even now.

this universe has become so much more than a story. it’s a home. every time you reread, every time you think about the characters that are so adored and loved, please keep the story alive. please, don’t let it end. keep coming back, even if i’m posting new things, even if years pass and the world feels different. back to you will always be here, exland, infinite and welcoming, waiting for you to find your way home. and please believe me when i say: this is not goodbye. i refuse to close the door on this world. message me, comment, reblog, send asks, tell me what you’re feeling every time you reread, what you’re wondering, what you want to see. reread, fall in love again, help me keep every heartbeat alive. if you keep loving it, it will never die. even if you don’t reread and curiosity gets the best of you, you know where my inbox is !!!

to every single character—this is my love letter to you.

y/n: a lighthouse singing to every lost ship, you carve melodies into silence and turn your scars into stars, a mother who builds kingdoms out of tenderness and flame. your voice is a key, unlocking doors for every soul shut out in the cold, a verse that turns loneliness into legacy. your love—bold, unyielding, eternal—makes every dark room brighter, every broken piece holy.

jeno: the storm that learned to kneel in a sunbeam, hands inked with old numbers and new vows, you run until the world bends soft around you. your heart, stitched together from splinters and sweat, beats like thunder for every child who never knew safety until you. on the court or in the quiet, you choose gentleness again and again, turning old pain into new devotion.

junseo: sunrise in a boy’s body, gold-lashed and wide-eyed, you are hope made tangible, the fresh page every family aches to write on. you give away your heart with every small kindness, every hand you hold, every giggle echoing down the hall. you are the future—sweet and unafraid, the answer to every prayer that was whispered in the dark.

serin: a comet in baby form, wild light and honeyed laughter, you spin chaos into joy and make rebellion look holy. your hands are full of glitter, your pockets full of dare, always pulling the others into your orbit. forgiveness tumbles from your mouth faster than anger; you burn and rebuild every day.

mark: the oak tree grown from a single, stubborn acorn, you anchor everyone in a storm, roots tangled in the old ache of loyalty. your laugh is the sound of doors opening, your silence the shelter that keeps everyone safe. you choose love, every day, even when your heart cracks open to let the light in.

areum: the lens through which every broken thing finds its beauty, you gather shattered light and thread it into stories worth keeping. your hands know the shape of grief and how to soften it, arranging loss into bouquets for the living. you are the archivist of hope, memory’s gentle keeper, forever making space for love that never dies.

taesun: the wish whispered between breaths, a heartbeat too brief, you live on in lullabies and the empty space at the table. every dream your family has is a doorway you left open, every sky a canvas you painted with invisible stars. you are absence that aches, presence that soothes, the reason the night always feels a little warmer.

chaeun: the petal that never wilts, gentle as morning dew, you cry when laughter gets too loud, then reach for a hand to hold. your sweetness is the balm, your patience the quiet spell that makes every storm pass softer. you are the thread that mends, the hush between heartbeats, loving with the kind of sincerity that makes the world slow down.

jaemin: the sunrise dad, all honeyed warmth and gentle teasing, arms always open for every lost child and every new beginning. your laughter builds a home before the bricks are even set, your patience a harbor for every small soul who drifts your way. in every bedtime story, you stitch hope into sleep and give your daughter a forever place to land.

haeun: moonbeam in a yellow dress, laughter like windchimes, you walk through the world with impossible wonder, loving until you overflow. you speak in a language of light, healing wounds you can’t see, kissing the air for brothers you never met. your spirit is made of gold ribbon and second chances, every day a new beginning, every night a wish sent to the stars.

karina: the prism girl, reflecting everyone’s secret colors, you move like poetry through a crowded room, unafraid to burn or be burned. every look is a secret shared, every word a door left ajar, you gather broken pieces and call them art. loyalty is your backbone; you are the storm and the shelter all at once.

shotaro: the heartbeat of the dance floor, a sunbeam in sneakers, every joy you feel is contagious, every sorrow short-lived. you build family in circles and song, laughter your native tongue, forgiveness your fallback. when you move, you teach everyone else how to fly.

ryujin: steel spun into grace, you cut through silence with a single look, never letting fear be the end of your story. you are a hand on a trembling back, the first to leap, the last to leave, always carrying fire in your gaze. loyalty is your compass; rebellion, your inheritance.

donghyuck: the spark in the dark room, chaos and comfort knotted into one, you make every secret worth telling. you speak in riddles, love in jokes, and cry when no one’s watching—your devotion never in question. the world is brighter for your noise, safer for your softness.

chenle: the golden thread through every tangled friendship, a grin that undoes a day’s worth of pain, you turn trouble into tradition. you’re a mapmaker for the lost, a lighthouse for the restless, always louder, always loving. when you laugh, even the grownups become children again.

ningning: the melody that lingers after the music stops, you carry every heartache like a verse in a song. your joy is infectious, your anger dazzling, your love a wild, necessary thing. you are always the last to give up and the first to forgive.

yangyang: the horizon always just out of reach, you are the reason adventure never ends, the friend who turns exile into home. your laughter bridges continents, your arms the softest place for the broken. change is your dance partner; hope, your oldest friend.

irene: the mother of second chances, spine like silk and iron, you built a family out of fragments and loved them into wholeness. your wisdom is a shield, your embrace a refuge, your legacy the space you made for everyone to start again. when you love, you leave the door open for anyone who needs to come home.

doyoung: the steady flame in the storm, voice of reason and mercy, you are the quiet that follows chaos. your hands have learned the shape of forgiveness, your patience the foundation on which futures are built. with every gentle word, you mend what fear tries to break.

seulgi: the morning after the hardest night, eyes always searching for the light, you turn sorrow into foundation and survival into beauty. your kindness is the house everyone gathers in, your resilience the thread that weaves every family back together. you forgive more than most, and in doing so, teach everyone how to begin again.

taeyong: the ghost at the edge of every family photo, a storm that taught everyone the cost of silence. your shadow stretches long, but your story is a lesson in breaking the chain, in becoming more than what hurt you. even in your absence, you are the warning, the line drawn, the vow never to repeat the past.

nahyun: a lesson carved in glass and shadow, you are the mirror that shatters and wounds at once. you are the venom in every secret, the storm behind a perfect smile; chaos in silk, cruelty with a crown. your name is a warning, a bruise, a chapter closed—proof that not every ghost deserves a home in the light.

jihyo: the quiet architect of safe places, a healer’s soul hidden in laughter, you make every gathering feel like a homecoming. your patience is endless, your strength quiet but fierce, a backbone for those who think they have none. with every kindness, you teach the world that gentleness survives, that love can be the loudest voice in the room.

coach suh: the architect of second chances, a storm in a whistle, you are the reason lost boys come home whole. your voice is gravel and gospel, tough love with tenderness folded in; every hard lesson a secret blessing, every win and loss a place to grow. you build teams the way others build families: brick by brick, heart by heart, believing fiercely that every kid deserves someone in their corner—no matter how many times they fall.

every minor character, every parent, every coach, every friend: you are the secret constellation behind every hero’s journey, the background music that never fades. you’re the dinner table set for too many, the hallway echoing with laughter, the quiet voice reminding us that no one is too small to matter, no one too lost to be found. the adults are roots and branches—some scarred, some blossoming—holding up the wild tangle of children who spin around them like planets. coaches, with their whistle prayers and patience, are guardians of second chances; parents, both living and gone, are the ghosts who tuck us in, the legends who teach us how to stay or how to leave. even those who broke us are inked in the story’s veins, teaching that family is made of blood, yes, but mostly of choice—chosen, fought for, grieved, forgiven. every soul who passed through this world leaves a shadow, a kindness, a warning, or a welcome. found family is the myth we write together, the kind that says: you are seen, you are held, you are never truly alone. every story belongs to all of us, in the end.

the core themes of this fic—the heartbeat at its center—are the things i hope you’ll carry with you:

• not abandoning what’s broken. like jeno’s childhood jersey, the story refuses to give up on things frayed at the edges. it’s about loving what’s been hurt, honoring scars, seeing value in what others cast aside.

• second chances are real. even when the world tries to convince you that you’ve missed your shot, there’s always a way back. you can build a new ending.

• love survives silence, distance, even betrayal. no matter how many miles or years stand between you, if it’s real, it will find a way to persist. love outlasts what tries to break it.

• family is chosen, built, and fought for every day. this universe is full of found family, the kind that sticks around even when blood doesn’t, the kind that picks you up and patches you together.

• healing is not linear. progress is messy. sometimes you spiral backwards before moving forward. it’s still healing.

• there’s power in vulnerability. the bravest thing any character does is let themselves be seen—messy, raw, afraid. the moments of honesty are the moments of freedom.

• grief and joy can coexist. the story doesn’t erase pain, it folds it in—shows that new life, new laughter, can exist right beside old aches.

• redemption is for everyone, even those you least expect. forgiveness is never easy, but it’s never out of reach. every character has the chance to choose better, to reach for light, even if they’ve spent years in darkness.

and above all, love is always worth the risk. always.

i poured my heart out here, truly. back to you taught me it’s okay to be vulnerable, to be broken, to let myself be seen. now i want to hear from you, please, pour your hearts out, too. tell me in the comments, send me an ask, leave a reblog on this post: what did back to you teach you? how will you remember it? what lines will echo? what scenes live in your heart? this is a love letter where we’re all the authors. this is a shared universe, i welcome you with an open heart to share and confess whatever you crave to tell.

this story saved me. it healed parts of me i didn’t know i was allowed to mend. it brought me friends from every corner of the world, and i know it did the same for others. this universe is where i learned to put language to pain, where i found community, where i could be as vulnerable as i dared. i will always treasure that. i can’t wait to share more with you. below are pinterest boards, playlists, a community you can find home in, the masterlist so you can keep reliving your favourite moments, here’s magic that built this universe. you’ll have the links to the soundtracks and visuals that made every scene shimmer for me. please use them, share them, fall deeper in love. this story belongs to you now, just as much as it ever did to me.

♬ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✎ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 🎧 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

to every soul who ever commented, screamed in the tags, left a little heart or a thousand words, who laughed, raged, or wept with these people—thank you. you didn’t just read these chapters, you breathed life into them. every whisper, every reaction, every late-night message made this universe real, gave it gravity, made it feel like coming home. you made this world bigger, brighter, softer, truer. you made me braver. you gave these characters their legacy. this is never a goodbye—how could it be, when you’ve sewn your own love into every line? the universe will always be here, lights on, arms open, waiting for you to return. i promise, i will always find my way back to you. thank you, with everything i am, for loving all of this so fiercely, so tenderly. please—stay, talk to me, help me keep this heartbeat alive. i’m endlessly grateful you’re here, and always will be.

and to my orbi—the keeper of secrets (she knew what the ending would be from the very start hehe, the exclusive perks you get if you become one of my closest friends... joking), the guardian of the best plot twists, the genius behind so many of the moments you all hold closest. none of this would exist the way it does without you. you held my hand through every tangled brainstorm, sat up for hours as we picked apart endings and rewrote beginnings, and somehow always saw the story’s heart before i did. so many of the things readers adore—those gasp-worthy reveals, the aching resolutions, even the fic name back to you—they were born from your mind first. you’ve held every secret, protected every unfinished arc, believed in every wild direction i wanted to go. you loved this universe with me when it was still just scattered notes and unspoken longing, and you gave me courage to write with my whole chest. thank you for your devotion, your ideas, your laughter, your honesty, your unwavering belief. you’re in every line, every scene, every heartbeat of this world. i love you, endlessly. @hyperbolicheart

with all my love, sophie 🫶.

[white-cat-of-doom]

An Opening Night celebration in Sendai today, as the production in Japan started the last of their three city run.

06 May 2025.

Maku Hiura as Asparagus, Hikari Ono as Bombalurina, Kazuma Sakuragi as Carbucketty, Eiko Kataoka as Cassandra, Shota Obitsu as Coricopat, Moe Aihara as Demeter, Kazuki Morita as Gilbert, Chiaki Kimura as Grizabella, Ayaka Yoshida as Jellylorum/Griddlebone, Yuki Hirai as Jemima, Sayuri Ataka as Jennyanydots, Ippei Sagehashi as Chorus Macavity, Shu Oshida as Mistoffelees, Yoshiki Takano as Mungojerrie, Shinya Iwasaki as Munkustrap, Yuki Takahashi as Old Deuteronomy, Mizuki Omori as Rum Tum Tugger, Ayu Shimizu as Rumpleteazer, Yuki Tachibana as Rumpus Cat, Haruna Sasaki as Sillabub, Neo Oi as Skimbleshanks, Mai Usami as Tantomile, TaeSun Kang as Tumblebrutus, and Hitomi Sekino as Victoria.

[nso-csi]

2015 2025

Taemin and his brother Taesun cr.

[simpsqueendom]

the sun and the moon ;

« we're getting closer inches away lose composure favorite mistake friendship's over won't be the same

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[onlyactivewhenexhausted]

I'm obsessed with Lee JongSuk's character in Secret Garden. He's so cunty with his walk, the way he sits, his hair, his ratty little outfits and his posture and his one earring. His insane amounts of chemistry with UYeong. No man deserves to serve that much cunt Istg

[sunnys-sunshine]

“River, I really don’t understand why you brought me here to your work, you know I’m a target being the youngest Lee-Moon” Taesun whines as he flailed around in the Kim Manor to his platonic. “You know I don’t…. Woah who’s that?” He stopped in his tracks once he saw the beautiful man appear and walk past them to the kitchen. “Wait!! River, where are you going? Don’t leave me here please.” He cries in distress as he follows behind him.

[leeaxels]

“You’re joking, right?” Detention should have been second nature to someone like Axel. A boy who repeatedly tested his professors patience, only to later fiend innocence. An act that had worked somewhat in his earlier years, thanks to his hamster like cheeks. At least, until he’d hit puberty and began playing for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. “No, Mr. Lee, I am not joking. Frankly, I believe you deserved far worse for the stunt you pulled, but it was for Professor Longbottom to decide, unfortunately.” Professor Zabini spoke in a dry tone and at a slow pace that grate on his students nerves. Axel’s expression visibly souring as his gaze sweeped the trophy room. Glass cabinets filled with golden goblets and plaques that would take days to polish, as opposed to hours. “I suggest you get started. Anything you don’t do today, you’ll do tomorrow and that shall be how you’ll spend every evening until I deem your work satisfactory.” He made to depart at that, but not before turning to look at him again from the doorway. A flicker of something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, amusement maybe, before he spoke again. “You shall have company soon. It seems that you are not the only person who intends to waste their first week back at Hogwarts. I suggest you remain on your best behaviour. Although, I’m sure you’ll find that difficult.” He didn’t explain before leaving, not that he particularly cared. There were a number of people he could have been lumbered with that he wasn’t particularly fond of. He gave the nearest trophy cabinet a swift kick, before he begrudging begun the task at hand. No desire to stretch it out over several days - not when he knew Taesun had beigan scheduling practices. Certain to end up like nearly headless nick if he missed them. 

[lichtgrau]

"I hate Autumn and Winter, that's the truth about it. I never have seen any appeal in the cold and most years, I go somewhere warmer until it's done. I am not participating in holidays and all of the other things people connect with, so you know," he admitted. Taesun knew that most glared at him for it, so it was fine if @gcldbrew did the same.

[right-hand-marco]

Birthday Surprises and More

Marco let his beautiful husband sleep in since it was his birthday, cooking him breakfast in bed and setting it on the side table. "Wake up, my Sunny baby." He said gently, only to be met with his husband's soft snore. Smiling fondly he tried again and was met with nothing once again. An idea popped into his head as he crawled under the covers and gently removed his husband's bottoms. When Taesun still didn't stir, he dove head first into his beautiful pussy, nibbling on his clit before fucking him with his tongue. He hears the soft moans of his husband as he starts to wake up while he feasts on his delicious sweetness. "Happy birthday, Sunny baby." He purrs against the other man's core once he was fully awake.