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lgbtqreads · 3 months
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Most Anticipated LGBTQ+ Romances of 2024
Young Adult Okay, Cupid by Mason Deaver (January 2nd) As a cupid, Jude thinks they understand love a little bit more than the average human. It makes sense — Jude’s been studying love their whole teen life. And, yes, there have been some bumps in the road, and they’re currently on probation for doing something that they absolutely, definitely shouldn’t have done… but they’re ready to prove they…
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alicenttully · 3 months
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having pondered the matter, i've decided it makes better sense for viserra targaryen to be motivated by wanting to escape the fates of her mother and sisters through a marriage to the widowed baelon rather than dreams of queenship.
even though viserra was alysanne's tenth child, she wasn't the last. while she was too young to be cognizant of the physical toll birthing valerion & gaemon had on her mother, (with alysanne being bedridden half a year after the birth) she was old enough to be aware of the concerns made about alysanne's age during her pregnancy with gael.
alongside alysanne's reproductive abuse by jaehaerys is what happened to viserra's sisters. both alyssa and daella died in childbed quite recently. to viserra, delicate daella might have been more predictable than someone like alyssa who'd already successfully given birth twice before.
why on earth would that be appealing to viserra? to anyone?
that's why she tries to "seduce" baelon. (air quotes because she was FIFTEEN). it's not because she sees him as a path to queenship, it's because she knows baelon, knows that he's devoted to his two sons, and isn't interested in having more which is part of the reason he doesn't remarry after alyssa. with that, viserra is less likely to become a similar victim to her mother & sisters. would she be taking a gamble? sure, but viserra probably preferred to try her luck with someone she knew rather than some stranger who been widowed 3 times!!!
im not trying to refute her vanity or that she wouldn't have preferred being queen, but like- baelon wasn't even heir to the throne at the time? aemon was still around, he could father a son, and he had rhaenys. baelon wasn't guaranteed anything. as far as anyone knew the throne was not in his future. that's what makes alysanne's comments so nonsensical to me. waving aside the queenship thing, what else did they except with their family's glorification of incest? the targaryens being held up as closer to gods? no wonder the vain viserra who agreed with the squire who called her one thought baelon a worthier match for her than a manderly lord far away from court.
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gcldfanged · 1 month
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"I hate how he acts so in control all the time. Like he's got no flaws. Who can trust someone like that as a leader? It'd make me feel fifty times better if he just admitted he's a fucking person like the rest of us unwashed plebians. He could come out and admit he loves jerkin' it in a bed full of stolen used panties and I'd buy him a drink because at least that means he's just another human with their greasy, unfed hungers. Makes me fucking sick. I want to nail him down to the floor and peel off every layer of his stupid facade until I get to the disgusting, filthy insides. Then I'd show everyone what he's really like! That'd be the best part, don't you think? He'd be totally free- No more pretense or secrets or lying about who you are. You could really do whatever you wanted then, couldn't you?"
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iiryoku · 4 months
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@inhumann liked ( x ) for a small starter.
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Gloved digits calmly lifted the sake cup, within them before fair lips connected with the pale rim of it, only to halt upon spotting unfamiliar features. Blade knew pretty much anyone in this part of town and that, was a face that he hadn't seen before. A face marked by struggle, in the form of bruised skin, showing sign of unpleasant force. The hitman would have left it at just a glance, but seeing those eyes wander around the place made him put down his drink. It seemed he didn't need to get up, for the next thing that he felt, was the male's presence near him.
❝ If I didn't know any better, I would say that you are lost. I would be careful around this part of town, looking like that. ❞
With that, Blade of course meant that people were like wolves here and if he left, they would most likely go after this guy, when he looked like that.
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dramashii · 1 year
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Take a close look of what it is like for someone with strength to gain and wield even greater power.
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byanyan · 3 months
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♡⋆:°* @lee-sol gets a starter bc we keep concocting new verses
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ㅤㅤ" here. "ㅤpassing the almost half empty bottle of whiskey off to sol again for his next swig, byan shoves themself off the wall of the alley they've been leaning against and stretches. the booze is good, they're feeling just the right amount of numb in all the right places, but it's not enough — they need something more... stimulating.
ㅤㅤ" 'm bored. "ㅤthe announcement comes on a barely stifled yawn, arms still folded behind their head when they spin on their heel to face their friend again, a mischievous glint in their eyes. it's a look he should he fairly accustomed to by now and, at this point, they hope it makes him eager to hear what they have to say.
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ㅤㅤ" in the mood t' make someone bleed, how 'bout you? "ㅤan eyebrow quirks and their arms fall back to their sides in a flurry of jingling jewelry at their wrists and ears and a clanking of the numerous acrylic keychains which hang from their backpack, all while a grin creeps almost wickedly across their lips.ㅤ" bet we could find someone who looks kinda like your deadbeat dad t' kick the shit out of, that'd be pretty fun. —oh, or better yet: we actually track your dad down 'n kick the shit outta him. now that'd be a fun fuckin' night, don'tcha think? "
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thebananwithaplan · 25 days
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The reoccurring thoughts from that sandwich break had him thinking...
...If Fake Noise cared so much about having all eyes on him, is that why it felt the need to take over NTV? And do these outlandish acts? Because the attention, good OR bad, is the closest he'll get to feeling wanted? Again, Banana disliked how much he could relate...
Can't believe he's saying this, but the Announcer was right- the 'ratings' and views that Foise keeps on prattling about likely all come from hate-watching.
Maybe if there was a way where he could remove the views from the channel. Wouldn't be as simple as 'TURN OFF THE TV', however. What if asking people to change the channel would just have Foise hijack all the other channels? SWTV, included? He'd have to create something that'll encourage enough people to step outside and touch grass instead of hate-watching. But... what?
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runningmanfeels · 1 year
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counting how many times Jaesuk steals Sukjin’s iced coffee
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doomedflare · 27 days
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@frfld said: i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.
' THAT WOULD BE BECAUSE I DIDN'T GIVE IT. ' tone is so matter-of-fact, saboteur's attention hardly being drawn from the task at hand; he isn't even sparing a glance in dwight's direction.
jake is learning very quickly that dwight fairfeild is an annoyingly good man. high strung as all hell - a touch neurotic, even - but kind, and very clearly capable. he's happy to talk at jake as they work, offering all sorts of information about himself without jake's prying . . . and jake doesn't get it. he doesn't know anything other than my first name, and he trusts me completely. why?
because he has no other choice. and, really, neither do you.
a curious glance from the corner of his eye shows dwight silently returning his attention to the generator. a familiar voice, his mother's, echoes: don't be so cruel. ' it's pak, actually, ' mumbled reply is barely audible over whirring generator, ' but when i was really little, my dad moved us out to the states, gave my brother and i different names, said it'd help us acclimate better. ' there's a ding, and as fluorescents shine down on two survivors, jake finally looks at dwight. ' pak jae-kuk. or just jake park. i've never really cared, either way. '
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sab-teraa · 1 year
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Word on the streets is that Hae-yi and Seon-Jae are not end game
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memovia · 9 months
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rvinfall: excited hana noises in the bg
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He leans in. Oh? Do tell him more. What exactly is she excited about?
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madeimpact · 1 year
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❝ Do you have more than one person living in your heart? ❞
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❝ Or are you one of those people living in someone's heart? ❞
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❝ Have these people made your story impossible to explain without looking like the picture of the guy with the conspiracy board? ❞
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❝ Then YOU might be entitled to financial compensation! ❞
...No? Just them? Okay --
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whipbogard · 2 years
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"I suppose this is where I say goodbye"
will never get over Jekyll & Hyde ahhhhh ;_;
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gcldfanged · 9 days
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he’s going to nibble on jae’s ear a little. 😔 just for enrichment.
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His lips curl into a pleasant little smile as Roche partakes of some affection, shifting his position just slightly to bite at the other male's neck hard enough to leave reddish bruised indentations, a couple reminders of just whom this wild baying hound might belong to.
Even without a visible collar and lead, Jae is ever on top of establishing the pecking order, even if merely to remind the SOLDIER that he allows himself to be marked and handled by him.
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iiryoku · 3 months
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@inhumann “ i thought you only had eyes for me ” sorry blade, jaes an idiot who wants to annoy u
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Hearing those words, a low chuckle rolled upon the hitman's tongue as his crimson depths briefly closed due to the amusement that he felt. How funny. Even though the voice within his mind was stoic, Ren did in fact find this quite entertaining, which showed as a smirk soon unfolded upon the fair lips as the sharp depths, finally settled on the other male. Soon, strong, clad legs walked towards the other, until he was standing right before Jae. Without a warning, slender digits reached out before taking a hold of the other male's chin, moving it, silently demanding eye-contact as something smug and amused danced upon the fair features.
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❝ You see... you will have to earn that. ❞
Leaning in, so the slow exhale that left graced the nearby lips, Ren hummed in a way that made his voice sound even huskier than usual.
❝ Once you have.. my eyes won't stray. ❞
With that, Ren let go and continued, with what he had been doing as if he had just done none of that.
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elusivia · 1 year
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A kiss after one muse has killed another :)
SETTING: Several Years Pre-game
Zelkov kept his hood up and his face down around the eldest princess. Around everyone, really. His job was to serve her, to defend her, to stain his hands so she would not need to. He was efficient, above all else.
He landed beside her, dropping down from a rooftop, barely visible but for the glint of blades that dripped red. If he hadn't wanted her to notice his return, he wouldn't have been seen or heard at all. However, he allowed her to with a singular nod.
She thanked him, there was a brief sensation of lips on his cheek, perhaps the thanks was even warm, but he did not feel it. He was no longer a creature who deserved such things, and he needed no trivial, empty words as payment for doing his duty. His most prized currency was time, the time to do what he wanted, to run himself so ragged that his inner shadows did not stir.
He turned his head from her, stowing away his knives.
"You owe me *nothing.*"
There was no doubt in his mind that she had heard you are nothing. But a duty. A job. He did not care to clarify. He did not care for Elusia as he once had as a home, and he no longer fell with reverence before the Fell Dragon, his spirit as empty as the tundras, his only hope to pursue lifetimes of work within his singular one.
He escorted her as her shadow, as a pursuit that came with orders which he craved.
Anything but idleness.
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