#just some words

[the-words-in-all-things]

The Stars Belong to Me

I will climb onto the highest peak.

I will drown within the sea,

And though I once cherished the Sun and Moon.

The stars were made for me.

An unmoving blanket above my head,

So blinding in it's beauty.

And though I am of the full Moon.

The stars belong to me.

A crown of gold will turn to ash.

The Goddess has lost her fragile grasp.

And the ginger halos will burn away,

When stars finally begin to give-way.

As kindly eyes go red with dread.

A doll's voyage led to unseen depths.

Found by consort yet unknown.

Who will burn the world to destroy their thrones.

When the blood stains every finger,

And hopes of darkness will forever linger.

A ring of betrothal given with jest,

Will cement the world to twilight's caress.

When the unearthly beast is ended with haste,

A hand is offered to a lover's embrace.

To the stars is where we now belong,

The heavens above shall be ours forever long.

[crestfallercanyon]

Minho gets curious about makeup.

He won’t admit it — he’s already the hottest guy out there, makeup would just push him over the edge, it’d cause people’s hearts to stop whenever they looked at him if he got any more attractive — but Newt picks up the fourth time Minho makes that joke that Minho is saying something else entirely.

While Newt actually hasn’t been that interested in make up — his sister Lizzie put him through enough face paint growing up, thank you — he also doesn’t care. And doesn’t want Minho to think anyone should care. Because Minho is hot and if Minho wants to wear makeup? Well then Minho’s just gonna be the hottest and coolest guy around, don’t sweat it.

So, Newt researches and picks a non-busy day, and he drives Minho to a makeup store in another town. Minho’s confused “what the hell are we doing here?”

He shrugs and says “I wanna look into it,” and goes inside.

Minho follows after and Newt just starts picking up things he recognizes. Eyeliner, blush, concealer. Mascara kind of intimidates him, but he grabs something called highlighter? If nothing else, it’ll be great for when pride rolls around.

And he can see Minho start to get more relaxed about it too, picking up things. Minho is willing to try the mascara, which thinking about it, Minho would look fucking awesome with mascara. And Newt tells him so.

Minho would deny it, but the truth is he wants to try, so he just wordlessly nods.

Newt doesn’t call Minho on his lie that he’s getting makeup for his girlfriend when an attendant approaches them. Newt, however, says it’s for himself, because he wants to show Minho that nobody gives a shit who matters. The lady gets delighted — a little too intrigued suddenly, in his opinion — but she doesn’t act as if Newt is some fucking unicorn. She just helps point out that certain things would be better for his skin tone.

Newt asks how she knows and then starts switching things out for Minho.

Then they check out. Newt realizes it’s a fuck ton of money and wonders how Teresa and Lizzie can do the full face makeups without breaking the fucking bank and he remarks on that, too, and Minho laughs a little too manically.

“They do look pretty when they do it though,” Minho admits, and Newt thinks ah, now we’re getting somewhere.

Going home they get coffee from their favorite shop and food to-go, just make it a cozy outing that wasn’t all about one thing.

Once in the house, Newt lines it up all on his dining room table like he used to watch his mother do. Something about real sunlight being the best? And he grabs a mirror and his laptop and starts looking up videos. He hails Minho, who has been preoccupied by food — and Newt thinks avoiding the subject now that they’re back — and tells him he wants to try some things.

They do. It takes some time, and Newt has to wipe his face several times with the cleaner because the bronzer is way darker than he expected, but he notices that Minho’s pretty good at this. He’s got a pretty straight line for eyeliner, his cheekbones look pretty and sharp with the highlighter, his eyes aren’t as tired. When Newt asks him if he’s done it before all he says is that he’s seen the videos. And Newt can’t help but think that he’s been secretly trying to gear up to this for a long time.

When they’re done, which is after about an hour all said and done, Newt picks it all up and puts it carefully away in a black bag. Something traditionally “manly” that he can hand over to Minho and that will either be innocuous to anyone else who looks at it if he ever wants to bring it anywhere, or hides everything sufficiently if Minho never wants to talk about it again.

Looking in the mirror, Newt’s own makeup is not terrible but not great. He followed his sister and can’t help but think he looks a little pixie-dream-girl, and he’s got far too much shimmery shit on his fingers, but it’s not bad.

Then, Newt leans back and looks at Minho.

“I like it,” he says simply, and he does. Minho may be right, he may be too hot for the corporeal world. His eyelashes are long and as black as his hair, and his skin looks warmed from the sun with the blush, and the angles of his face are more pronounced. It’s not a perfect rendering, but with practice, Minho could probably model.

“Y’think?”

He says this a little breathlessly, Newt notices how shifty he’s gotten, his fingers trembling.

Newt nods. “Yeah, you did a nice job.” He reached up, acts as if he’s just admiring the handiwork, but the truth is touch has always been grounding for Minho. A caress to the cheek, Newt’s thumb grazing underneath the sharp line of subtle bronzer, and Minho exhales shaky. “Could probably be on a magazine somewhere.”

“It’s stupid, isn’t it?”

Newt frowns. Shakes his head. “I don’t think so.” Newt scratches the line along Minho’s temple. “Do you think it’s stupid?”

Minho’s quiet for a long time. Newt waits patiently for him to parse through his answer, and he can see Minho’s war play out on his face. The instinctual response of calling it all a big dumb joke, the sensitivity of knowing that’d be too harsh, the fear of feeling stupid in the end regardless of all of it. But Minho has always been brave enough to not fall for the easy lie when it came to the two of them, so Newt trusts he’ll say what he really feels.

“I don’t know. Not really.”

Newt gets up off his seat and pushes his way onto Minho’s lap and Minho laughs, breaking some of the tension in his chest. Newt smiles.

“I think you look really good,” Newt says. “Adonis and all that. If others weren’t jealous of you before, they will be now.”

Minho blushes. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Newt hums. Tips his head on Minho’s shoulder and begins hovering his fingertips over the pretty shimmering blushes and bronzers Minho’s got on his cheeks.

“You’re gonna have to show me how to do the eyeliner next time. Can’t draw a straight line to save my life.”

Minho laughs, a little tight, like he’s still uneasy at the acknowledgment that he’s wearing makeup, that he may, in the future, want to wear it again.

But Newt knows they’ve made some headway when Minho just says “sure, I can do that.”

[anotherobsessedfangirl]

Exciting

Maddening (in the best way)

Intoxicating

Loving

Intense

Addictive

[isasan347]

Can someone give me key words for a short fic?

[artblogofdia]

what is the difference between hs job and role , and what is hs residence / whats an example of something youd put there ?? :0

Hs job and role are different but can co-relate or someone could only have a HS job and not be meant to front or who doesn't need to front for their job.

An example would be an archivist who takes care of the memories but doesn't fronts or our medical caretaker who has a hospital in headspace.

HS residence is basically where someone lives in the headspace. Do you have houses? Villages? Different areas? Of course none of these are a must-have, you can remove the option or put in something you feel fits more with your system :D

[absurdlyalive]

weird ass thing perhaps? but nandor having forgotten how to speak his first language and being, while influenced by his background, also so distant from his actual life embedded in that cultural context really speaks to me.

[yourdreamboyyy]

....Abhi bhi gunjaaissh baki h...

Muhhbat ki aazmaaish baki h

Pas rhe h hm ek duje ke beshk

Pr bhi abhi dilo me kuch khhwaahiish baki h.....

[maudfs]

Ok, I updated (tried to fix 3 different times!!!) my theme and put some art in my queue! :D

[angelsanarchy]

FF Community

Hey hi hello, I don't usually address anyone on here these days for obvious reasons (I lurk in the shadows like schmiegel) but I just wanted to say that I've been seeing an abundance of new OC's, stories and edits and wanted to say you're doing amazing things. As a dinosaur, I remember when it was merely mood boards and outfits for these characters and now it's promotional posters, gifsets and deep dives into these characters that are being brought to life from inside all of your brains.

Even if you aren't creating things, don't let that stop you from posting. The creativity has expanded in the last decade and I'm very happy to have been able to witness it. Keep creating. Keep writing. Keep posting.

The worlds you create, the characters you build are what make you an artist.

[dor-nu-fauglith]

The rain on my window. Both of my kitties napping on my lap. Smoking some of the best schhtuff I've had in a hot minute, and the tunes.   Things aren’t ok, but they don’t have to be.  I’ll find the quiet moments and take refuge there.   My own little shelter in the deluge of life. 

[the-words-in-all-things]

Hungry

The wine tastes like vinegar.

And tonight's victim is so vile.

Pale lips and false smiles.

Faked words and dull trials.

He says I'm the very best.

That the other's can't compare.

As knives slice and open wide.

Sharpened fangs and whispered lies.

My prey scurried away again,

And I'm down on my knees.

Searching as I'm hungry.

Searching... Wanting... To be free.

Another evening of self-torment.

Another night that's meaningless.

Nameless eyes and stale breath...

Listen as they choke their final words.

Tomorrow maybe different.

Or likely just the same...

Using all my wicked tricks as I lead them astray.

I can't stop what I'm doing...

He tells me every day...

This is my role.

Do it and I'll stay...

Alive.

Sub-life. Unlife.

Satisfied... I never am.

I never will be.

I can't stop what I'm doing.

He tells me every day...

That they taste so delicious but I'll never be that way.

I am just a toy, a puppet or a slave.

I am a Monster he can keep locked away.

A canary in a cage would have more freedom then me...

I am left to wither, beg and plead...

My prey scurried away again,

And I'm down on my knees.

Searching for something to end the hunger.

Searching for some power...

Searching to be free...

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[lesbian-disaster-academic]

i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.

as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."

NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

being a student during peak pandemic was so fucking surreal like. "it's not an excuse to fall behind" I cannot stress enough to you how much A Worldwide Plague Upending Life As We Know It is literally one of The Top Three Reasons to fall behind

[ando666detonao]

don't you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just