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[girlpoop87]

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⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙winter princess mood board ⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙

[itgirldiary]

stop comparing

you need to ignore what everyone else is doing and achieving, Your life is about breaking your own limits and outgrowing yourself to live your best life. You are not in competition with anyone else.

Plan to outdo your past, not other people 💗

[erika-xero]

Y'shtola Rhul for @driftward! Had a lot of fun with this one <3

[heartepub]

有緣無分

genre/warnings/wc. angst. indie film director!minghao x interpreter!gn!reader. weird books and copious insect mating descriptions (do those count as warnings?). unbeta'd, not proofread. 0.9k. note. for @studioeisa, in response to minghao + the last love letter from an entomologist, by jared singer. part of my 100 followers event !

As with any retreat house worth its salt, there are shelves filled with the most eclectic titles one could ask for. You’re reading them aloud, eyes bright with both curiosity and tipsy wonder. There’s a bottle of wine held loosely in your hand, which Minghao eyes as you run your fingers lightly over the books.

“‘Long Walk to Freedom’—Mandela, hm…‘I Could Pee on This’… ‘Almanac 2011’—Oh, NatGeo! …‘How to Live with a Huge Penis’…” you begin to giggle, finger still running along the spines as he makes a face behind you. “‘How to Good-bye Depression: If You Constrict Anus 100 Times Everyday. Malarkey? or Effective Way?’” Your giggles grow louder as he snorts.

Minghao doesn’t need to know what malarkey means to grasp the utter absurdity of that combination of words.

You pull something from the shelf, handing it to him. “It’s the only book written in Chinese.” Obliging, he accepts it from you, patting the space beside him on the couch as he opens the book to a random page.

You flop down, the wine in the half-empty bottle sloshing with your motion. He gently extricates it from your hand as he reads the first sentence his eyes land on. “Sexual cannibalism is common amongst praying mantises. Typically, the female is the aggressor, which encourages males to approach the female carefully and cautiously when mating.” 

Minghao raises an eyebrow, intrigued even as his brain doesn’t quite parse the words. 

You continue from where he left off. His mother tongue fills the air, your accent endearing as it always is. But it’s all fluff in his head, nothing quite as important as the weight of your head on his shoulder. 

It is well into the night; neither of you have bothered with watches, and the clocks here are wildly unsynced. It’s an hour for dreams; the amber warmth of the indoor lamps meet the remnants of the lights from the pool outside. The result is a hazy mix of blue and orange casting mesmerizing shadows across your face.

“Oh, this is interesting,” he hums, pulling himself out of his daze to listen, “Some flies have been found to be monogamous, challenging prior assumptions of polygy- polygynous relations. Though postmating responses in female flies has been diplomatic, emerging research indicates that copulation, including the exposure to mating-specific pheromones, reduces receptors in certain neurons among males. This results in a severely reduced motivation to re-engage in mating behavior. Neither male nor female would mate with another, leading to loss in genetic material should copulation be unsuccessful.”

Minghao skims the passage. “Not diplomatic,” he corrects, “documented.”

“Mm. ’Kay.” The alcohol has already clearly gotten to you. Your words slur, ever so slightly. “I’d like to be a praying mantis in my next life. A true man-eater. Maybe a fly for the devotion.”

Minghao snorts again, the sound more unrestrained than usual. Perhaps a consequence of the second bottle. 

“Must be easy to love if you’re an insect,” you continue to muse, “Just pheromones, sex, then you give birth, then you die. No such thing as ‘cheating’. No room for emotions or family drama.”

“Seems like guys get the short end of the stick,” he replies after a beat. “Maybe not for me.”

You just giggle again, digging your head into his shoulder, only letting up when he yelps in pain. “Good. It’s men’s turn.” He just grunts, pushing you off while nursing the soreness. The moment his hand stops massaging his shoulder, your head has reclaimed its position. You’re saying something, but it doesn’t quite register—his mind has been weighing his next actions even as you talk glibly beside him. 

After a beat, he leans his head against yours. Your chatter dies quickly. For a while, you don’t move, until you shift slightly, allowing the top of your head to fit right under his jaw. He doesn’t usually drink; tonight was an exception, but he’s not too concerned. Not when it’s you and your warmth pressing against his side.

Nearly everything has been said and done; his flight is a red-eye, the early morning right after your impromptu midnight screening (A special edition, you had pitched to the head organizer, after your mutual bid of creative madness, where we add subtitles to the silent portions of the film, giving voice to what had been previously left unsaid). He and you had promptly been sent here, amid nature, wine, and strange books, in the name of unleashing the creative spirit.

Tomorrow, you’ll both have left the retreat house, ready with your hard drive of the edited film. A handful of hours after that, he’ll be back in China, to his life of writing and directing, or perhaps preparing for the next screening in some other country, in another film festival. 

Perhaps he’ll meet another interpreter, though he’s sure no one would ever quite be the same. No one else could linger between the cracks of himself, as careful as he was to choose what brokenness remains seen in the final iterations of his art.

Silence rests between you, not a burden, but a weight nonetheless. Even a whisper would feel like a scream. There is a precipice, but neither of you will jump. Only yearning can fill this space.

(In the early morning after you part, he boards the plane, How to Good-bye Depression: If You Constrict Anus 100 Times Everyday. Malarkey? or Effective Way? tucked into his carry-on. His first petty crime. A purely selfish way to remember how you laughed every time you read the title.

Minghao hopes that the Buddhists were right about karma and samsara. If they were, he could be born as an insect in his next life. He could learn to love with the vicious devotion only lesser creatures have. If it’s you, he wouldn’t mind his turn.)

有緣無分 . yǒu yuán wú fèn, destined to meet but not fated to be together (idiom)

note. praying mantis mating description from here ; flies one is straight out of my 2am brain. yet another outtake from a wip yet to be written—this will not be the last you see of this couple (kae hates to see me coming)

[elryuse]

Welcome Back To Another Smut Pickem

Our Latest Genre/Theme Will Be : Reverse Gangbang

Choose Your Groups Wisely, Everybody :D. Cause It's about to Be Hot. And Steamy.

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Group 1 : Karina, Wonyoung, Natty, Sullyoon, Bae, Arin, Xinyu, Hanni

Group 2 : Winter, Yujin, Ruka, Yuna, Sohyun, Haewon, Chaewon, Yeji

A/n : May The Best Groups Win. Sry I have to Make a New Poll, Since the last One only has Options for Group 2 hehe.

[sp00ky-p00ky]

It's extremely hot here today so

BAM! SKORT!

You weren't ready, were you? 😆

[lemonynesser]

*looks in mirror* bi wisth a predereencee for men ny ass

[babayanska]

sketchbook doodles that I keep forgetting to upload (part 1) :]

[spaceandbones]

People geuinely hating Shauna makes me want to rip and tear and bite into their flesh, if you put this exact character into a man people would be falling over themselves for him

[vapis-10]

I saw your ask over on @our-queer-experience and that story sounds amazing I need to know more

woah mom im famous! keep in mind this is baby development and if there is ever a final product it might look very different

so meet victor, investigative journalist who like his fashion is incredibly nosy. when writing an article about a jane doe who died holding a list of police officers and their criminal connections, he finds someone trying to murder him walking home. they very nearly succeed too, and so victor is like “oh fuck” and decides to fake his death

he’s sent to this guy alexey, who specializes in disappear people. alexey is like “alright you’ll probably wanna leave the city after this and keep your head low”, which has two main issues: victors fiancée katherine works for the same paper and is also incredibly nosy, and victor wants to figure out who tried to kill him and why. alexey, who’s on identity number 12at this point with most of those being gals, proposes a solution.

enter sarah setter, otherwise known as victor the flapper girl, a disguise hes enjoying maybe more than your average cis man. that’s about all i have for certain, im still trying to iron out some very major details, but i think that much won’t be changing

[tamamorikun]

Hii I just finished the chapter 7 dlc and decided to write a summary of it for those who might be interested, since who knows if or when it'll be localized ! I've only done the good ending so far though, but this got pretty long as it so I put it in a google doc for easier reading.

You can find it here ! Spoilers for the whole thing obviously, except for the bad ending. (I'll probably add it when I get around to doing it!)

I'll probably take this down if it gets localized or if someone else does a full translation, but I hope this helps someone who might be interested :) it was really fun!

[vonlipvig]

we tell you, tapping on our brows,

the story as it should be,---

as if the story of a house

were told, or ever could be.

[birdiedoesdc]

the 'never let being a boy stop u from being a girl' and 'and if i say jason-' I SAW THAT !!!!! I SAW IT !!!!!!!!! SAY IT LOUDER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3333

EHEHEHE >:))) i’ve been saying it!!! im not going to claim that going on e would “fix” jason but it would certainly help!!! and also. gotta say!! jason would make for a real hot lady!! i am not immune to the thought of butch jason todd!!

[princesssmars]

i dont even watch love island but you put me on it with abby we gettin kicked off the first day like

[robobee]

often on random summer days I find myself deeply relating to jenna marbles' dog Kermit because I too shove my face into my favorite bar of soap and just. inhale deeply

[seeeuuulateeerrraligator]

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