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bldreamer · 5 years

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Orange Espresso | MorkSun

Dark Blue Kiss : MorkSun

Summary: Sun injures himself so can’t participate in the latest barista competition. Lucky for him, Mork is willing to step in and take his place. Based on THIS prompt for @dadamnerio. Genre: Stressed!Mork. Injured!Sun. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Warnings: None?

A/N: Huge special thanks to @kdramama for her medical knowledge and listening to me whine a lot :)

Sun wakes to a dark room and an empty bed. The sheets in the space next to him cold and undisturbed.

He wonders for a moment if he failed to convince Mork to stay the night but quickly remembers he hasn’t had to do that for months now. Not since he cleared out two out of the three drawers in his dresser and Mork officially moved in.

Now that took some convincing.

The door to Sun’s room is ajar, the light from downstairs faintly shining through the gap. If he listens closely, he can hear the clink and clank of the coffee machine.

Sun throws the covers off with his good hand and scoots to the edge of the bed. He stands gingerly, arm held close to his chest. His sling is hung on the headboard where he left it but it’s excruciating putting it on alone when his pain meds have worn off so he doesn’t bother. He just hopes he won’t regret it when he gets downstairs.

Deep breaths, Sun reminds himself, taking one step at a time down to the shop. Trying his best not jolt his injury.

It’s ridiculous, really. The cause. No doubt Rain will be telling the tale to his grandchildren. Kids, gather round, because this is the story of how your Great Uncle Sun convinced your Great Uncle Mork to a bicycle date in the park and ended up with a bruised coccyx and a broken collarbone.

As if no sex and a sweaty sling weren’t bad enough, Sun has had to pull out of the latest barista competition. He’s managed to downplay his disappointment with his brother and boyfriend. In truth, he’s a little heartbroken. Especially given how proud he is of the drink he created for it.

Lucky for him, he has an understudy willing to take his place. And a pretty remarkable one at that.

Sun stands at the top step above the coffee shop kitchen, smiling at the sight in front of him.

Mork in his loose sleep shirt and boxer shorts. Cheeks flushed with frustration. His forehead smeared with coffee grounds. Long hair in disarray. He started growing it out around the time he moved in. It looks good on him. Makes him look more youthful and carefree. Less like the boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Sun makes a point of telling him how much he likes it when they’re alone. He knows if he says anything in front of Rain or Kitty, or any of their other friends, Mork would mutter in embarrassment and run the nearest barbers to cut it.

“Stupid fucking coffee,” Mork grumbles, half-empty glasses clinking against one another as he slams the latest one down on the counter like he’s creating an assembly line.

He grips the edge of the counter with both hands and groans with his head dipped to his chest.

“I thought you were coming to bed?”

Mork flinches, head whipping around and body ready for an attack. He may have promised to never get into another fight if he can help it. But subconsciously, old habits die hard.

Mork’s shoulders relax when he notices Sun. “P’, what are you doing down here?” he asks, brow furrowing deeply.

“I asked first,” Sun remarks from above. He steps down into the kitchen, doing his best to keep the pain from his face as the movement makes his eyes water and his breath hitch in his throat.

Mork narrows his eyes. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Sun’s eyes trail over the mess in his kitchen. Coffee grounds over every surface, spilled milk on the floor, used glasses scattered on what looks to be every tray they have.

“I’ll clean this up, before you complain,” Mork sniggers, not making eye contact.

“I didn’t say anything,” Sun replies softly, taking in the dark smudges under Mork’s eyes. “Why are you still down here?”

Sun doesn’t mention the fact that he knows this is the third night in a row. The previous two he’s heard Rain arguing with Mork in the middle of the night until eventually Mork storms upstairs and Rain slams his bedroom door.

“The competition is tomorrow.”

“Mh, and?” he asks, voice a little shaky. He should have taken the time for his sling after all.

“And I can’t make your stupid drink how it’s supposed to be made.”

“You made it perfectly fine yesterday,” Sun says. “And the day before. And the day before that.”

Mork drags a hand over his face and pushes his hair back from his forehead. “Perfectly fine won’t win you the competition, P’Sun.”

“Neither will your exhaustion.”

Mork stays silent for a long moment, weighing up his thoughts like he always does. “I can’t figure out what I’m doing wrong,” he admits. “I do everything exactly as you do.”

“So what do you think is missing?”

“If I knew that it wouldn’t be missing would it?” Mork almost shouts. He shakes his head, “Forget it, P’. Just go back upstairs, before you give yourself another injury.”

Sun smiles carefully. “If you’re not going to bed, neither am I,” he tells Mork pointedly.

“That’s stupid.”

“Then we’re evenly matches because so is stressing over a drink.”

“Like you weren’t so much worse when you entered the first time,” Mork grunts under his breath, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth. He huffs and throws it in the sink when he’s done with it.

Sun looks at him fondly. It still astounds him how much Mork puts into the things that are important to him. The boy spent so much time pretending not to give a damn, and yet he cares more than anyone Sun has ever met when something truly matters to him or the people around him.

“P’Sun, what are you doing?” Mork grumbles.

Sun passes him and walks up to the counter. “You can’t work with all this mess.” He picks up two glasses from the side with his good hand and carefully puts them into the sink. “Come on. Help me clear this up and we’ll work it out together.” He takes a shuddering breath, reaching for another glass, which is harder than it looks in his silly state.

“Give me that,” Mork grunts, taking the glass from him. “Do you want your bones to heal? Keep this up and you'll have to get the surgery the doctor talked about.” He sets the glass down in the sink next to the others. “Where is your sling?”

“Upstairs. You weren’t there to help me put it on,” Sun pouts.

He receives absolutely zero sympathies for his troubles as Mork huffs and disappears from the kitchen.

It’s not often Sun is the one being nagged at. It’s not entirely pleasant, he’ll give Mork that. Still, it’s nice that he cares.

A moment later Mork re-appears with a padded chair from the cafe, one of the ones without armrests. They learned the horrors of those two days after Sun had his arm pinned and he caught his elbow on the corner. He spent the next half hour trying not to throw up while Mork sat across from him, hands on his knees, helping him breathe through it.

Mork places the chair down and points for Sun to sit. He does so without argument and watches Mork clear away the used glasses and spilled coffee. Methodically wiping down every surface and mopping up the milk from the floor.

“I’ll tell Rain to wash those tomorrow,” Sun says of the glasses and trays piled into the sink. He makes a mental note to buy Rain a stockpile of the potato chips he’s obsessed with as a thank you for the trouble this week.

Mork huffs in response and Sun takes is as an okay.

“Show me how you make the drink.”

“So you can nag me on all the ways I’m actually doing it wrong?”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“So was I, and that’s how I ended up in this mess,” Mork chunters.

“It’s just a coffee competition,” Sun reminds him. “We already won the award. And it’s not like the prize is actual money.”

“Then why did you enter if its so pointless, P’?” Mork leans with his back against the counter, eyes studying the floor. “I said I’d do it.”

“So show me.”

Mork purses his lips then gets to work making the iced orange espresso. There’s tension in the way he holds his shoulders and a constant unwavering line etched in between his squinted eyes. He pours the freshly squeezed orange juice into the glass with expert precision, places the perfect amount of ice cubes into the glass and carefully pours the espresso he just made over the top with a sprig of rosemary to garnish. It’s perfect, exactly right, save for one thing.

“You’re pouring the espresso too slowly,” Sun tells him plainly.

“You told me to pour slow, P’,” Mork barks in response. “You said it would sink to the bottom if I didn’t.”

“Not that slow. Your hand is shaking.”

Mork frowns and looks down at his trembling hand. That’s what you get when you haven’t slept much in three days.

“Make it again and I’ll help you pour.”

Mork makes another espresso shot and pours another half glass of fresh orange juice. He picks out the rosemary sprig from the previous drink and tosses a handful of ice into the orange juice.

Sun carefully rises from the chair and stands behind Mork, head over his shoulder, injured arm tucked to his chest. He places his fingers over Mork’s around the espresso cup with his good hand, the scent of coffee and mint shampoo lingering.

“Relax,” Sun says, moving Mork’s hand over to the glass of orange juice, tipping the espresso slowly but deliberately until the dark almost black liquid suspends on top of the orange, blending every so slightly in the middle. “See, perfect.”

“Will you be there to help me pour at the competition, P’Sun?” Mork tuts over his shoulder.

Sun smirks. “I think that’s probably against the rules.” He places a kiss on Mork’s neck, just below his ear. “You know you don’t have to compete if you don’t want to.”

“Shut up already, P’. I want to,” Mork quickly says. “For the cafe.”

“Mh, just for the cafe?”

“Why else would I be slaving away at this time?”

Sun grins, dropping his chin to Mork’s shoulder. “So you admit you love this cafe?”

“No,” Mork grumbles. “I like money, and the last time you entered a competition it brought a lot of wealthy customers. They tip me a lot better than cheap college students.”

“You’re a college student,” Sun points out.

Mork turns so they’re facing. “And I’m cheap, P’. What’s your point?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

Sun sighs dramatically, the motion pulling on his throbbing shoulder and chest. “Can we go to bed now? I’m tired and sore.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Mork narrows his eyes into a glare but there’s a hint of worry underneath. His hands hovering like he’s scared to touch. Sun is starting to miss his pushes and shoves.

“Stop worrying, I’m fine,” Sun tells him, rubbing his thumb in between Mork’s eyes at the frown line that is starting to become a permanent feature on his face. “Come on, come to bed.”

Mork huffs, placing his hands around Sun’s waist. “If you try to work in the cafe tomorrow while I’m not here I’m moving out.”

“That’s harsh.”

“I mean it, P’Sun. I asked P’Kitty to cover for me and keep an eye on you.”

Sun rolls his eyes, heart-swelling. “I’m not an invalid,” he complains lightly, letting Mork put a hand around his back and guide him towards the stairs.

“No, you’re an idiot.” He looks down at Sun’s swelling and the yellow bruising that stubbornly refuses to fade while they walk. “I’m not being your nurse if you need surgery.”

Sun laughs carefully. “You love being my nurse.”

“Do not,” Mork turns his nose up, a smile tugging on the sides of his mouth. “You’re a nag even when you’re medicated.”

“And you’re a grump when you’re stressed.” Sun moves up the steps, Mork by his good side, arm wrapped around his back to steady him.

“You’re the one who gives me stress, P’.”

It’s slow going. Up is always harder than down.

“Liar,” Sun grunts, breathless from the exertion. “You love me.”

“Hence the stress, idiot.”

Sun keeps his lips pressed tightly together to keep from grinning. They make it to the top, Sun clammy and pale, Mork frowning and hovering.

Mork helps him take another dose of painkillers and get back into bed, adjusting the pillows against the headboard for the right amount of support. He’s been vigilant since the doctor explained in great detail the best ways to help his recovery.

Sun wouldn’t say he loves being in constant pain and discomfort, but he’s seen another new side of Mork since he got hurt and it’s made his heart swell with pride each day.

Mork goes to wash his hands in the bathroom down the hall then carefully gets under the covers himself, perching on the edge of the bed as far away from Sun as possible.

Sun huffs at the distance. “I’m cold,” he complains, despite his long sleeve sleep shirt.

“Do you want another blanket?” Mork asks, resting against the headboard.

“No, I want a cuddle,” Sun pouts.

“Shut up, P’. I’m not falling for that.”

“But I’m lonely.”

Mork grumbles. “I’m literally right here.”

“Mork. Come cuddle me, please? Mork.”

Mork folds his arms over his chest, looking away. “If you don’t shut up I’m sleeping in Rain’s room.”

Sun smirks, “He installed a lock on his door after the last time we argued.”

“Then I’m sleeping on the floor.” Mork shuffles down until his head is on his pillow. “Go to sleep, P’Sun.”

“I’m still cold.”

“Not my problem.”

“Mooork.” Sun’s bottom lip almost touches his chin. “Come here. Please?”

Mork grumbles something unintelligible under his breath then sighs heavily. He shuffles closer, only a few inches, then a few more when Sun continues to pout. His face remains drooped until they’re shoulders almost touch and he can feel Mork’s warmth.

“Happy now?” Mork asks rhetorically, turning on his side to face Sun.

Sun smiles, wishing he could face Mork too. “Mhh, very.”

He isn’t just talking about their sleeping positions.

“Mork?”

“What?” Mork blinks at him. “Do you need anything, P’?” he asks when he doesn’t get a reply.

Sun smiles, shaking his head. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“The competition,” Sun says, body starting to feel heavy. “Asking Kitty to cover. Helping me. Everything.”

Mork turns to lie on his back, hand behind his head, tired eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Mh, sure, P’.”

“You’re good,” Sun smiles, the medication melting into his system making his lips blissfully numb. “You’re so good.”

Mork snorts.

“You’re high.”

Sun smiles dopily. “It’s nice.”

“P’Sun.” Mork is quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry in advance for screwing up the competition.”

Sun shakes his head. “You won’t.”

“I’m not as good as you, P’. I’m bound to ruin it for you.”

“You could come last and you wouldn’t ruin it for me,” Sun whispers. “I already got the best prize anyway.”

“Corney.” There’s a faint smile on Mork’s face despite his words. “G’night, P’Sun.”

Sun watches his eyes slowly flutter, exhaustion winning over his stubbornness for the first time in three days.

“Sweet dreams, Mork.”

As far as Sun is concerned, he’s won the best competition of them all.

~Fin.

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rosethornewrites · 3 years

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Seven Sentences Game

Rules: post the last 7 sentences you wrote and tag 7 people

Tagged by @merinnan

From the next chapter of “the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.”

“I think you will agree with me that A-Xian deserves a real wedding, at Lotus Pier, as soon as it is possible.”

The image of Wei Ying sitting on a bed in Nightless City in his red underrobes, the joy of his waking mixing with the wish they were wedding robes… that Jiang Yanli wants to ensure they receive that, that their union can be celebrated, if belatedly, in the way Wei Ying deserves to be honored.

“Yes,” he says softly. “I agree.”

She nods, clearly pleased.

“It will happen, A-Zhan; I’ll make sure of it.”

Lan Wangji has absolutely no doubt she will.

Tagging: @ao3bronte, @alexseanchai, @kdramama, @hamsternamedmarinette, @chrissysky, @norakwami, @fix-it-luciano

#the untamed #tag games #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #my fanfiction #cql #mdzs #untamed fanfiction #lan zhan #lan wangji #jiang yanli #wangxian

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romanceismycallingcard · 3 years

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Ten blogs you'd like to get to know better!

Tagged by: @disaster-j thanks girl!

Name: So this is actually a fun question bc I have a fun answer for it. I go by Rommie on Tumblr, but fun fact! That’s not my real name. It came from shortening my url when Blue (musicdramalove) asked me what she should call me back in the early days of our friendship. Thus, aliases were born. And they stuck.

Sexuality: bi (and aro)

Cats or dogs: depends on the individual cat or dog. Also, I love them when I don’t own them. I like being able to give them back to their owners.

Zodiac: Aquarius. And ox/tiger.

Favourite colour: ugh. I have too many but also I think I just rotate through a bunch. Dark purple (violet or indigo (not plum)), soft light yellow, bold vibrant yellow, mustard yellow, muted pink (aka millennial pink), soft light pink (baby girl pink), burgundy, olive green, sage green, chocolate brown. Fun fact, for a while I unintentionally only bought clothes in burgandy, black, dark greens or other dark colors, and then all my coats were neutral colors and my scarves were in similar color schemes as the tops, and my shoes were also all either brown or black. So no matter what I wore, I was still in the same color palette, so I looked super put together all the time. It was amazing.

Dream Job: Something art related that’s hands on and keeps me on my toes and trying new things. If it involved making art for kids or working with kids, that’s even better.

Reason for URL: You know when you’re young and you don’t need to worry about having an email that has your name and that looks all professional and stuff? Yeah, I had an email that wasn’t my name, and I used it for all usernames and things on various sites. But then I wanted to move away from that name and kind of identity, and I wanted to make up something new. So when I made this tumblr blog, I was trying to think of something kind of vague that I could potentially use as a kind of new online identity. And it worked. And now I have an email with this url and an ao3 account with this name too.

Tagging- @musicdramalove @yuhaosturtle @hualicn @kdramama @offgunatp @tyrus-is-canon @fangirling-quietly @daikunart @gelreads @gunsatthaphan

#tag game #@me #fun times #thanks for tagging me!#rommie answers #long post

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no1readsmyblog · 4 years

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Tagging Game : Top 5 BLs

Thanks for tagging me my beautiful friends @butterflyheart-me @bookscoffee75 @izzy-jellybaby. I am so sorry for this late response.

Rules : Jot down 5 BL series that have made their way into your heart plus 5 honourable mentions; and tag people who would like this game

1. History 2: Crossing the line

Cute, squishy, wholesome. Fantastic school volleyball setting, real lovable characters. The adorableness of Fandy Fan is squeal worthy. Steamy kisses and a happy ending. What more can anyone want. The best of the history series in my opinion.

2. History 3: Trapped

Good storyline with a really strong cast. But Chris Wu as Tang Yi really stole the show for me. He was unbeatable. Every scene he was in, he commanded the audience’ s attention. He emoted so well with his eyes. The complexity of his emotions, his character as a whole. I loved this series. Well made. My first ever BL. It will always have a special place in my heart.

3. Theory Of Love

Off and Gun were impeccable in this show. They have great chemistry in general but this show was awesome. The sheer character development shown for both the characters, the progression in every episode, it had me hooked, It made me cry. Most thai Bls have this odd issue of story progression where sometimes friendships are just plot devices and more often than not, they disappear when the love story has kick started, but not this show. It was truly complete. Well made, the scenes were beautiful, no engineers thankfully. Real characters, real troubles, real friendship and pure unadulterated 100% love. Un and Two were the second couple but their story had heart as well. they weren’t just hastily put together to appease the audience. Truly one of the best romcoms ever made in general. I loved that Third wasn’t a pushover and that Khai really really worked for Third’s love and acceptance. My babies.

4. Why R U

Its already my favourite and its not difficult to figure out why. The relationships are well balanced and healthy. The acting is sooooooo good. Saifah and Zon are pure fluff and Saint and Zee are fire. I can’t pick out one scene from the whole series (what has been aired anyway) where the acting was not top notch.The relationship progression for both the main couples is realistic and healthy. There is no forceful or dubious consent involved in anything. There is no real stereotyping of roles. its different and perfect just the way it is. The scenes are picturesque and the main couples really feel like leads out of a kdrama.

5. Grey Rainbow

Yes, its a sad ending, but what can I say. Its so beautiful, touching and it made a place in my heart before I realised it. The acting was perfect, the scenes, the settings, the scenarios. Everything. It’s just so gooood. it was on my mind for a whole week after I finished it and I still feel nostalgic about it. Its just 4 episodes but it feels so homely, so warm, it wraps you up in a warm cozy blanket before you can even realise it. 500% recommend.

Honourable Mentions:

1. Love by Chance : Cute, well made. Ae-Pete are adorable, Pond is the best. The only reason it’s not up on the list is zero character development for Pete and the rape of Techno by Kengkla. Otherwise, it’s perfect. I rewatch it a lot as well.

2. Tharntype The Series

It's good. Really well made. I love that Type is perfect for Tharn. Tharn is technically a pushover and is used to getting his way by charming his way out of everything. But Type is different, sassy, perfect for him, for protecting him, strong enough to protect both of them and to not let Tharn get away with dilly dallying with his exes. Tharn is perfect for Type as he is equally schemy, knows how to get his way with Type, what works with him. They are perfect for each other. Just the way the dubious consent scene was shown and portrayed got on my nerves and the fact that Lhong wasn't punished for such a heinous crime.. agahshsjsn. He needs to be in jail. Tharn had too mild of a reaction to the reveal. I don't understand that.

3. History 1: Stay Away From Me

A sweet soft love story of 2 step brothers. Really really cute and pure. It's just like 40 mins or so, but the actors are great and it's just so sweet, makes me warm on the inside. Adorable. Recommend 100%.

4. 2 moons 2

I don't like the main couple but Ming and Kit are amazing. They have character development and the acting is on point. Forth and Beam have good development as well. I just hate the Park story arc plus unnecessary plot devices. Nine is perfect though and I can watch this just for him. Recommend for J9 essentially. They are really good.

5. Sotus

Krist Singto definitely did a good job. It's a good series but the best one is the our skyy part of the series. It's a good watch and the acting is good all around.

2gether the series seems to be really good too, until we meet again is really good as well.

I tag @sarangkstars @lostinbl @bl-crossingtheline @p-a-r-a-s-o-x @kdramama @head-of-family-t @akingyouniverse @thelastoftheredhotswamis @lonelystar117 @kindaanartblog and anyone who wants to do this challenge.

#saint suppapong #why r u the series #saintzee #zaintsee #zee pruk #history 2 crossing the line #history 3: trapped #grey rainbow #history stay away from me #theory of love #off gun #krist singto #sotus #sotus the series #love by chance #tharntype #2 moons the series #2 moons 2 #2gether the series

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whyamistillwatchingtheseshows · 5 years

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Attempted to tag everyone who wanted this, some blogs did not show up: @macandcheens @missyriver @kdramama @morathicain @2moonsandsaphael @equviocallover @audoldends @tataheh @inconvenientlysociallyawkward

@waynevyes @kimjungmalfoy @flower-of-the-desert @missmonggyustblr @ihaveabitofanattitudeproblem @lira21-universe @out-in-the-cold @amfforest

@thehuns-bubble-tea @johnnys-wigg @allmylovelychildren @sekinni @marife81

@trying-to-touch-the-stars @ulzzangcouplez @helpilovebts @above-the-angelic-horizon @thi-is-not-wonderland @elbarsk @ilovemytumbler @annaabelle623

Going to add a few others because I just think you might enjoy it? @negrowhat @yeollbae @tharnstype

Thanks for the shove and now it’s in the void for you to enjoy.

“Give me your body and let me love you like I do Come a little closer and let me do those things to you This feeling will last forever, baby, that's the truth Let me be your man so I can love you” Let Me by ZAYN

A shirtless Tharn sat on the couch eating vanilla ice cream. Type appeared from the bathroom, wrapped in just a towel. “You forget to bring your clothes to the bathroom again? Could’ve called for them.” Tharn gave him a smirk as he spooned some ice cream into his mouth, facetiously smacking his lips as he eyed his boyfriend’s glistening chest.

“Can I help you?” Type raises an eyebrow. Tharn only spooned some more ice cream, but it never made it to his mouth, because on this particular night Type’s just showered look was driving him insane.

“Don’t mind me. Get dressed,” Tharn laughed and gestures to the dresser. As if he was going to let him get dressed.The ice cream was now dripping so Tharn dropped the spoon back into the bowl. Type went to the dresser. Tharn tried to reach for the towel, but Type jumped away.

“Want some?” Type rolled his eyes. “Come on,” Tharn lunged, because in all truthfulness Type didn’t jump that faraway in the first place. His hand connected with a wrist and he pulled Type onto the couch. The towel almost came loose, but Type quickly hooked it back. There was just enough of a slit showing off Type’s thigh to drive Tharn crazier with anticipation. “Come on, have some.” Tharn spooned some ice cream and started for Type’s mouth then he “accidentally” let it fall onto Type’s chest. His boyfriend hissed, eyes glazing over with playful lust.

“Whoops,” Tharn smiled. “Let me get that.” Type just sat there, his eyebrows communicating: what are you waiting for? Tharn dived in, licking the delicious, sweet treat off of his chest. Tharn couldn’t resist so his hand found the towel opening and slid up a thigh. Type’s head fell back against the couch. Tharn stopped his hand from going any further. Type looked at him, a pleading gaze in his eyes. “Patience. I know you have none, but patience.”

“Jerk!” Type exclaimed. Then with such softness in his voice, “I haven’t had any ice cream.”

“Oh, I can fix that.” Type watched as his boyfriend covered his lips with vanilla ice cream, a generous amount hanging on his bottom lip. He blinked several times and started laughing. Tharn didn’t have to ask, though. A tongue attacked his lips. The taste of vanilla exploded in Type’s mouth as their tongues collided into a very sweet, sticky kiss. Tharn kept a hold of the kiss for as long as he could until he slid off the couch and down to his knees. Type let out a huff. Tharn jerked away the towel, lips pressed into his thigh and Type had no chance to complain.

“Tharn,” Type murmured.

“Hmmm,” he looked up.

“Get your lips back up here.” Tharn would oblige but his lips would work their way up. From an ankle, up the thigh, at the hip, over the abdomen, lingering longer on the neck, then the jaw into the cheek, and finally to his lips. Type kissed back feeling himself get harder by the minute. Then he jerked Tharn’s head back, kissed his chin and said, “Sit back down on the couch.” Tharn pouted a little bit, because he was hoping to resume the earlier position with his face in Type’s lap. The grip on his hair tightened. Tharn groaned and sat on the couch. It was Type’s turn to jerk away obstructing material and toss it away. Boxers were yanked over Tharn’s hips and then flew over Type’s shoulder onto the floor. Tharn took in a deep breath as his beautifully naked boyfriend sank into his lap. Tharn hooks arms around him as he feels a hand curl up his neck. Type bites his lip and leans in for a kiss. There’s one thing he’ll never get over: when Tharn smiles into a kiss. Feeling that smile against his lips sends Type to a different place. Type pressed into him and Tharn breathlessly let go of his lips. With impressive strength, Tharn lifted Type. He giggled, which Type would never admit to in the morning, but he knew Tharn would definitely remind him about it. Tharn laid him onto the bed. Every so often they moved the birthday box. This time it was just hanging out on the end table, probably because someone(Type) forgot to put it back in their hiding place. Tharn sat on the edge of the bed to open it and let out a heavy sigh. “Type, we’ve almost finished this box.” Type’s hands gripped shoulders and he peeked over to inspect the box.

“Shit. Three left? Impossible.”

“I feel like Techno might have something funny to say if he were here,” Tharn jokes. Type squeezes Tharn by the chin. That eyebrow was going to town again.

“Techno isn’t here,” he growled. “And would never be in this situation.” Tharn set the condom on the end table, because he knew his joke would force them to reset the mood. He turned around, keen on getting his face back into Type’s lap, but then he softly smiled.

“We’ve barely started, but if you want to sleep now that’s okay.” Tharn brushes hair from Type’s forehead and kisses it. Type’s eyes fly open and a smirk covers his face as he rolls Tharn onto the bed.

“Oh, I’m far from done.” Type crashes lips onto Tharn’s neck. Then he suddenly stops. Tharn gives him a confused look as he sits up on elbows to gaze at a beautiful ass while it grabs the bowl of ice cream from the coffee table.

“That’s probably melted by now.”

“Yeah, and?” Type smirks. He pushes Tharn back against the headboard. There was a pool of vanilla ice cream in the bowl, some melted, some still hanging on. Type doesn’t mess around, doesn’t tease anything. He climbs into Tharn’s lap and just dumps the sticky mess onto his chest, watching it drip down to his belly button. Impressively Tharn didn’t budge. He just looked down at his chest then back to Type. “Where you going to start?” Tharn fingered some of the ice cream and yanked Type by the neck with the other hand. Type smiles realizing that this where Tharn wanted him to start and so he steadies a hand with his, brushing the ice cream finger across his lips, then he puts it into his mouth, making a very very loud suckingsound. Tharn chuckled and then Type quickly changed direction. There was a chunk of ice cream right in the middle of his chest. Type graciously lapped it up and then let his tongue travel down to catch the ice cream that continued to drip. He scooted down, holding Tharn by the hips on his way, his tongue cleared the ice cream, letting his lips hover just above a now hard again boyfriend.

“Type,” Tharn murmurs as a tongue flicks over a head. “I want to taste your lips.”

“They’re busy,” Type snickers and continues, taking Tharn whole now. Tharn propped hands at the side of Type’s head knowing exactly what to do to stop him. With slow movement he started forcing Type’s mouth over him. “You know I don’t like that as much as you do,” Type grumbled. He looked up to give him a glare. Type tried again, but with a cheeky smile Tharn also stopped him again. Type huffed. He was really adamant on doing this, because Tharn looked on with surprise as his tongue went to try again, but he snatched Type by the shoulders, flipping him hard into the bed. “I like this way better,” Tharn ventures down and his mouth sank over him whole as he gladly placed Type’s hands into his hair. Since Tharn liked it so much he pressed his head into his lap harder, as hard and as fast as Tharn would allow because sometimes a hand over his meant slow down. Often, Tharn has no objections because he wanted his mouth stuffed. Type enjoyed every part of his throat as it swallowed him, the sounds were music to his ears but he was getting antsy now. “Tharn, fuck me please. Tharn.” Type’s back arched into the bed when surprise fingers pushed inside of him. Tharn’s lips were now kissing into thighs as fingers kept getting Type ready. Type groaned. “Babe, stop fuckingteasing me.” Tharn loved it when he sounded grumpy but the words also came out of his mouth with such a whining softness. Calling him “Babe” also drove him crazy so Tharn jumped to his knees, arms completely cradling Type upward to lean him against the headboard. Type reaches for the condom; pretty confident the mood has been set. Then his big mouth starts a conversation meant for later. “Do we always have to use these?” Tharn’s eyes went wide. He could feel the surprise in them as he gulped. He merely took the condom from Type, opened it and put it on. “We can talk about that later,” Tharn chuckled. Type sheepishly grinned, Tharn kissed his cheeks that were flushing red and rubbed warm ears that turned the color of a tomato. Tharn latches hands to cradle him again and easier than expected, Type falls onto him holding fast to neck and shoulders. Sloppy kissing ensues, lips glisten with wetness as Type starts to bounce. For a moment neither of them manages to say a word. Only heavy breathing fills the studio apartment. Tharn readjusts positions, sitting himself in the middle of the bed, legs wide. Type’s teeth sink into his shoulder as he bounced faster. He could sense what Tharn wanted to do next so Type put his face within inches of his, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Tharn scooted all the way down, Type felt the lift underneath and then reached around to help Tharn back inside. He gave him a single hard thrust to set the pace. “Shit!” Type sneered, but had eyes full of yearning, “Is that all you got?” Tharn scrambled to grab Type, pulling him down to his chest. “F-fuck,” Type stuttered as Tharn quickened his pace. He sneered back, “Is this what you want? Hmm?” Type answered by grabbing a face and sloppily kissing it again. Tharn kept thrusting, faster and harder, especially when he caught a gasp in his mouth. Tharn smiled as Type buried his face into his neck, fingers digging into one shoulder. He kept thrusting but then sat them up. Type feverishly grabbed face again. Tharn only allows him to have a small kiss this time. He reached for Type, raking a thumb over his head. It made him hiss and start bouncing again like Tharn wanted.

Type wasn’t small but seeing him fit inside his ’arms like this made Tharn feel as if this were meant to be. With a grin he melted his lips to Type’s. The movements quickened. “Thaaarn,” Type moaned in his ear. It’s like with just his name, Type begged for him to finish. For him to scoot down again and thrust upward. Type let go with a small whimper. Tharn felt a little on his abdomen and then for good measure he wrapped a hand around him as he continued fucking. Type let out another gasp and teeth found Tharn’s shoulder again. Tharn felt a small leg shake, then he collapsed onto him, and Tharn felt amazed every time. That glazed over look of pleasure will always be exclusively for him.

“I’m sorry,” Type mumbles as he lays in the crook of Tharn’s shoulder. Some good shivers still jerked at Type’s body, so Tharn started caressing a back to relax him. Then he asked, “For what?”

“You didn’t come did you?” Tharn laughed.

“It doesn’t always matter to me, Type, but I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me later.” Tharn kissed his nose.

“Now, I have to shower again.” Type’s nose scrunched up in annoyance and Tharn just had to kiss it again. Type jumped up and headed to the bathroom. He didn’t have to ask Tharn to follow. Once he had Tharn inside, he slammed the door. Tharn had removed the condom on his way in. He tossed it in the bathroom garbage. Type made a grumpy face as he stared at the basically unused thing. From behind, Tharn’s arms enveloped him and he pressed lips to his cheek. “It really doesn’t matter to me.” He reassured his boyfriend. Suddenly, Tharn had a suspicion that Type was going to make up for it sooner rather than later.

“Just get in the shower.” Type turns and pushed him towards it. “I did say earlier, that I’m far from done.”

#tharntype #tharntype the series #here goes nothing #smut smutty smut #I don't know...ugh #let me by zayn is inspiration for this #WARNING LONG POST #also hope this shows the dom/sub transition game they'd play #because VERS couple right?#hehehe

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hopelessly-ever-after · 4 years

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Another quarantine tag game

Thank you for the tag @ipurple-k-bldramas 💙

Rules; the last photo of a celebrity that you saved to your phone is your current quarantine buddy and then tag people.

And the winner is....

Mew Suppasit!!! It’s really no surprise here, tbh. This picture radiates our exact energy during quarantine. 😂

@sweetiiey @ahumblequeen @kdramama @whatisadecentusername @missyriver @musicdramalove @fairytalelovedramas @argusbjyx9277

#tag game #quarantine tag #mew suppasit #tharntype #tharntype the series #mewgulf

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lee-donghun · 4 years

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@kdramama

@blievable

@no1readsmyblog

(Thai says: "I love you")

I've finished compiling our ot4 mood board 🥰🥰🥰

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p-a-r-a-s-o-x · 4 years

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Muscial Swag

@onemoore tagged me!

Post which albums you’ve been playing the most recently!

Mine are: (I listen to more singles than I do albums)

TharnType OST - Various Artists

Lights Up - Harry Styles

Sanctuary - Joji

Tired (the bedroom version) - NIve

These are the songs I keep in heavy rotation, along with the Trapped OST, UWMA OST, and the Love Sick OST.

I’m tagging @no1readsmyblog @chaotically-t and @kdramama

Use this link to make your own!

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missyriver · 5 years

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The Gift (fanfic)

Merry Holiday's Friends:

This is my official first Kdrama fanfic (be kind). I got to play Santa for @eunsjisoo by @kdramanetwork. I'm a huge fan of Fight For My Way and this OTP. Here is a little holiday fluff to enjoy. Follow me her or for more kdrama love @kdramama

Also tagging some of my favorite Kdrama addicts. @mel-loves-kdramas @kdramaxoxo @kdramaomo @sirlairla @tea-and-autumn @so-jjang @florence-bubbles

"I need you," the voice desperate on the line.

"I know what you want and I can't help you," she said slightly distracted.

"You can't or you won't!?" He demanded.

"Three days before Christmas it's the same thing. This is your problem, you need to figure it out."

"You are the only one that can help me. She is your friend."

"You've known her longer than I have and she is you wife."

"It our first Christmas together as a couple. Last year I gave her a CD and a bag of chocolate. She threw the CD at me and ate the chocolates. How was I supposed to remember I gave her the same CD for her birthday." He whined.

"That is exactly why I am not helping you. She'll know if I helped and then we will both pay for it. She been extra moody lately and I am not going to get on her bad side."

"Seol-Hee," he drew out her name his voice high.

“Dong-man,” his long time friend mocks in a sing song voice.

“Give me a hint? Has she said she wanted anything? I new rice cooker? A toaster? Coffee Maker?”

“Are you kidding? Do you want Ae-ra to kill you? You said everything you definitely should not give. I’m surprised you didn’t add treadmill,” she sighed over the phone.

“Did she say she wanted a treadmill?” He asked hopeful. He was starting to make good money training at the gym.

“No!” Seol-hee yells into the phone. “Give her something from the heart and she will like it.”

“That is not helping,” he groans.

“Well it's the best I can offer because I will not, can not help you.”

She hung up the phone and his last chance of easy shopping was lost. Dong-man cursed under his breath and looked around. He has known Ae-ra for most of his life and he has never been able to give her a gift she really wanted. He had no idea how he has been able to convince her to marry him.

As soon as she agree he rushed them along to get married scared she change her mind. They moved into a her bigger apartment and Seol-hee took over his. He retired from fighting as promised and started coaching. People were coming from all over the country to work with him. Ae-ra announcing career was off to a promising start. The talent he’d always know she had been recognized by others. He always made sure to make video recordings of everyone of her broadcast.

Dong-man knew he needed to get her something special but no matter how many years he knew his best friend Ae-ra he was still getting use to his wife Ae-ra. They still argued, still teased each other but now fights ended with kisses and teasing leads to the bedroom.

The store he chose had everything from home goods to cosmetics and not one thing screamed his wife. Frustrated he shoved his hand in his sweatshirt and hunches his shoulders to stomp out of the store. A flash of light stops him. He looks down into the glass counter his heart beats faster.

For the first time in twenty years he had found the perfect gift and she would not out do him.

Dong-man was the first one to wake up Christmas morning. He looked down at his sleeping wife. Most days she’d be the first one up demanding the first shower in the last few weeks she started sleeping in. Fighting a stomach bug the drained her and messed with her appetite. He made her promise to go to the doctor after the holidays are over if she did not get better.

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before crawling out of bed. The dark circles under her eyes worried him and he wanted her to sleep as much as she could. They had plans to meet up with their friends later and a visit to her father this weekend. All in all, it was the perfect way to spend their first holiday together.

An hour later Ae-ra dragged herself out of bed. Her hair stuck up in different angles. She rubbed a hand over her stomach and grumbled. She sat down at their small table and shoved the plate of eggs and rice away.

“Just toast, I can’t even look at eggs today,” she mumbled.

She took small sips of water and small nibbles of toast.

Dong-man reached out and pressed his hand to her forehead. His body relaxed when she didn’t appear to have a fever.

“Did you make an appointment for the doctor?” He asked concerned.

“Already went early this week. I should be fine in a few weeks.”

He dropped his spoon. “Weeks, he said weeks. Is this a real doctor? Did he give you anything to help you keep food down? Or tell you what’s wrong?”

She shoved toast in her mouth, eyes wide and nodded.

“I’m fine, I promise. What time are Seol-hee and Joo-man coming over?”

Dong-man scowled at his wife's attempt to change the subject. He was not ready to let go of the idea that she could be sick and there is nothing he can do to help her. His biggest fear is losing her and watching her get sick day after day was driving him crazy.

“After noon I believe. They were going to make a few deliveries around town first. I think they just wanted to give us some private time.”

Dong-man stood from his chair and reached out his hand to her. She took his hand and stepped into his warm embrace. His chin resting on her head.

“In case I don’t tell you enough, I love you. I am the luckiest man in the world to have you by my side and I will spend my life loving you.”

She snuggled closer tightened her arms around his waist and sniffled.

“Why you have to go and make me cry first thing this morning?”

“Hey, don’t cry Ae-Ra. Come here,” he coaxed her toward the couch. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. She snuggled into him rubbing her nose on his shirt.

Dong-man smiled, he dragged and hand over her hair. Laying the curls down and calming her emotions. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the small box and placed it on her lap.

“Merry Christmas,” he said with a kiss on her forehead.

“It better not be another, EXO CD.” She said with a chuckle.

“You like EXO and this is too small to be a CD.”

“If this is an MP3 player with EXO I will also kick your ass.”

“Again I know you like EXO so stop pretending and just open it.” Dong-man grumbled.

Impatient she tore the brightly colored paper. A small velvet box sat in her hands. She slowly lifted the lid and gasped.

Inside was a rose gold microphone pendant encrusted with tiny diamonds on a rose gold chain. The microphone was delicate. Ae-Ra started to cry again.

“Those are good tears right?! I did good? I can go get the new EXO album you’ve been dancing too.” She shakes her head and flingers her arms around him.

“It’s good, it’s very good. I love it.”

“I am so proud of you and just wanted everyone to know.”

“You are at every one of my announcements and I believe you cheered louder for me then anyone there for the actual fight. No matter how many times you deny it I know you created the Ae-ra fan club on Instagram."

He rolls his eyes and shrugs, "I will always be your biggest fan."

She kisses him soundly on his lips then each cheek. Before crawling off his lap. He reached up for her trying to pull her back down for more kisses. She dodged his outstretched arms and grabbed a small box out from under their tiny tree.

"There is no way your going to top my gift this year. You may have reigned supreme for years but I have this one in the bag," he bragged.

She handed him box a smug smile on her face.

"We will see about that, just open the box."

Dong-man open to box. Under the lid was a black and white blurry picture he couldn't make out. He pulled back the tissue paper. Inside is two little red shoes. A folded white shirt tucked under the shoes with big bold letters saying "hi daddy."

He dropped the box and jumped to his feet. His eyes wide, mouth open words trapped in his chest. Tears welled in his eyes and fell to his knees in front of her. He pressed kisses to her stomach while wrapping his arms around her.

"Seriously!? Really your preg.." he choked on the word. His throat closing up with overwhelming emotions.

"I'm eight weeks and the doctor said the baby and I are fine." She lifted the box up and pulled of the picture he ignored. "Here is the first picture of our baby. No bigger than a blueberry."

"A blueberry," he said in awe. "You win, I can never beat this gift."

"Technically you gave it to me first." She said with a slight smile.

Ae-ra drops down to wrap her arms around him. They are laughing, crying though their sloppy kisses. Dong-man lifts her up into his arms walked back into their room and gently places her on the bed.

"Can we still…?"

"We can definitely still do that."

Dong-man kick the door shut and spent the rest of the day celebrating the world's best gift and the woman that made it possible.

"You don't think he gave her another CD and she killed him?" Joo-man asked.

They had been standing at their friends door for almost 20 minutes knocking with no answer. The phone calls sent straight to voicemail. Seol-hee had avoided the newlyweds home unless invited scared she walk in at the wrong time.

"I doubt it, at least I hope so. I am terrible at lying and haven't updated my alibi list since they got married."

"Want to go get something to eat and watch a movie?" Joo-man offered.

"I pick the movie." She said with a toss of her hair walking down stairs toward the main street.

"Yes, of course, whatever you want."

Joo-man dropped the gifts at the door knocked once more before chasing after her. The small box burning a hole in his pocket.

#kdnsecretsanta #kdrama fic #future fic #fight for my way #fight my way #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #kdrama #kdrama fanfic #my writing #ko dong man #choi ae ra #unedited

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mel-loves-kdramas · 3 years

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Thank you, Sam! @heartcravings this was so much fun. Tagging some blogs for fun : @is-that-baekhyuns-shirt @sooibian @kdramama @trashlord-007 @myeoning-call @guardians-of-exo @singswithmicoff @rosetvler @byuns-coco @writingstuffandmore @pupchanyeol @incandescentflower @cottonrabbit @abunnycotton

#tag game #icon moodboard #for fun

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tharnstype · 5 years

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since it's the last day of the year and the decade, i wanna take a moment to say a few things.

when i first joined tumblr, this year, i was not big on using it, the other fandom i was in was nothing but toxic and i had given up on using this app as a whole.

but then tharntype came out in the month of october. i had been following it since the very first episode and completely fell in love with not only the show but also the story and the characters and the osts. i never imagined that i could stan something so hardcore, don't get me wrong—i have watched plenty and plenty of shows and of various countries. but nothing has got me addicted like tt.

i'm gonna mention some of the people i've conversed with here and who've managed to become so very important to me in such a short time. thank you for being there and tolerating my annoying ass y'all. and i'm sorry if i forget anyone, it's just because i'm dumb meh.

@imalreadyyours (my wifey—the person i talk to almost every day—her notifications brighten up my day❤️) @yeollbae (my mom—who is the youngest at heart XD ilysm okay?) @kdramama @dollopheadsandclotpoles @bluvies @ohbabycupcakes @dreamingsnowflake2013 @mewgulf @bldreamer @sara-boredl @villageofbl @occasionally-writing @okaybutlikemakeitgay @myunghjun + every other person i might've missed. y'all mean so very much to me and always will. i love you. so so much❤️

#thank you for existing guys!#posting this legit 1min before lol #appreciation post #personal #sid's personal

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bldreamer · 4 years

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50 Questions Tag

I wasn’t technically tagged by @sunmorkcafe but I feel valid in posting this regardless :)

1. what color is your hairbrush?: black

2. name a food you never eat: mushy peas. BLUGH!

3. are you typically too warm or too cold?: cold probably. I loath a ‘cool breeze’ on a warm day.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: laying in bed just as I am now.

5. what’s your favorite candy bar?: Galaxy chocolate bar.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports game?: I went to an Arsenal match once. Never again. ZZZZZZZZZ.

7. what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “Nighty night!” to my dad on the phone.

8. what’s your favorite ice cream?: chocolate with chcolcuate sauce and chocolate chips and chocolate brownie and more chocolate GIMMI!

9. what was the last thing you had to drink?: water.

10. do you like your wallet?: YES. my mum got me a Mulberry purse for my birthday last month and its lush.

11. what’s the last thing you ate?: chips, sausage and gravy from the chippy.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: clothes? what are those? I only know PJ’s.

13. what’s the last sporting event you watched?: tennis? IDK I’m not a sports fan really.

14. what is you favorite flavor of popcorn?: salty.

15. who’s the last person you sent a text to?: my lovely friend / nail girl.

16. ever go camping?: oh HECK no. I need a proper mattress and nice bed sheets thanks.

17. do you take vitamins?: nope. just expensive piss.

18. do you go to church every sunday?: no. I don’t practise any religion.

19. do you have a tan?: ppfffffff, my pasty ginger ass? I wish.

20. do you prefer chinese or pizza?: 1000000% Chinese!

21. do you drink soda through a straw?: sometimes?

22. what color socks do you usually wear?: I only wear socks in winter so anything silly or cute or colourful under my boots.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit?: don’t drive.

24. what terrifies you?: so many things.

25. look to your left, what do you see?: box of tissues.

26. what chore do you hate the most?: tidying my kitchen. there’s always pots everywhere I don’t know where they come from its like the multiply!

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: Adam Hills the comedian is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of an Australian accent.

28. what’s your favorite soda?: san pellegrino lemonade

29. do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: drive thru and eat it in my brothers car in the carpark.

30. what’s your favorite number?: two?

31. who’s the last person you talked to?: my doggie, Oscar. yes he’s a person. fuck off to anyone who thinks otherwise.

32. favorite cut of beef?: fillet steak!

33. last song you listened to?: NTC - Black on Black

34. last book you read?: erm...............do magazines count?

35. can you say the alphabet backwards?: I can barely say it forwards.

joking.

am I?

36. favorite day of the week?: im sure I can speak for almost everyone when I say days of the week don’t exist at the moment. so who knows?

37. how do you like your coffee?: none existent. gross.

38. favorite pair of shoes?: my Converse?

39. time you normally get up?: 11AM-ish?

40. sunrise or sunsets?: sunset

41. how many blankets on your bed?: one.

42. describe your kitchen plates?: Blue and speckled.

43. describe your kitchen at the moment?: full of cushions from my new garden sofa outside.

44. do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: no alcohol for me.

45. do you play cards?: yes!!! long standing tradition in my family at Christmas, Easter and Birthdays to play cards. my grandad is the bluffing master and always wins the kitty (money) but then hands it to me and my brothers.

46. what color is your car?: don’t have one.

47. can you change a tire?: hahahahahahahahahahaha

48. your favorite state/province/county/etc.?: North Yorkshire, Wetherby. Imagine any period British drama with beautiful country views and adorable little old fashioned streets, that’s Wetherby.

49. favorite job you’ve had?: never had one.

50. how did you get your biggest scar?: I’ve two liver transplants so I have a T across my belly.

I tag @kdramama <3 xox

#kdramama #sunmorkcafe

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rosethornewrites · 3 years

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I posted 18,056 times in 2021

414 posts created (2%)

17642 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 42.6 posts.

I added 59,073 tags in 2021

#the untamed - 9854 posts

#mo dao zu shi - 9744 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 7635 posts

#miraculous art - 7366 posts

#wei wuxian - 6282 posts

#lan zhan - 5363 posts

#untamed art - 4904 posts

#marinette dupain cheng - 2960 posts

#adrien agreste - 2541 posts

#chat noir - 2424 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#but maybe i'll find someone i'm interested in eventually sexually idk

My Top Posts in 2021

Nie Huaisang, as he’s bowing and glaring at Jin Guangyao behind his hands...

It’s bad enough you killed dage, but now I have to be sect leader, which as you know I am far too indolent to be bothered with. Joke’s on you, cuz I’m gonna make you run the sect by crying and being generally obnoxious at the most inconvenient times for the next decade, and I will use all the time I am not spending on being sect leader to construct and carry out a plan to destroy your reputation, and then you will die in disgrace. Bitch, you ain’t seen petty like me.

130 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 03:43:27 GMT

Seven Sentences Game

Rules: post the last 7 sentences you wrote and tag 7 people

Tagged by @merinnan

From the next chapter of “the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break.”

“I think you will agree with me that A-Xian deserves a real wedding, at Lotus Pier, as soon as it is possible.”

“Yes,” he says softly. “I agree.”

She nods, clearly pleased.

“It will happen, A-Zhan; I’ll make sure of it.”

Lan Wangji has absolutely no doubt she will.

Tagging: @ao3bronte, @alexseanchai, @kdramama, @hamsternamedmarinette, @chrissysky, @norakwami, @fix-it-luciano

187 notes • Posted 2021-05-04 13:57:42 GMT

Sect Leader Ouyang and Yao: [loudly talk shit about Wei Wuxian at a discussion conference]

Lan Wangji: [silent anger]

Ouyang Zizhen: [whispers] Please don’t ruin my sect.

Lan Sizhui: Remember, Zizhen is sect heir.

Lan Jingyi: Ruin the Yao sect instead, Hanguang-Jun!

Lan Sizhui: [sips his tea]

Jin Ling: You’re not gonna cite a rule?

Lan Sizhui: No one would notice if the Yao sect was ruined.

Lan Wangji: Mm.

Lan Jingyi: Let me make popcorn first.

Chief Cultivator Petty!Ji and the ducklings he has led to the Petty Side.

Also, I wrote fic about this.

285 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 23:09:48 GMT

If you want to know how bad it is…

I’ve not been shy about the fact that I’m a professor. I work in a red state that basically has no more hospital beds because people are morons.

This week, a colleague received an email in which a student self-identified as having tested positive for Covid… and then showed up for class anyway, masked, but coughing all over.

The colleague is now awaiting word from the Dean of Students on what to do, and has a child too young to be vaccinated.

A high school teacher at a school adjacent to the high school I graduated from (in a blue state) died of Covid yesterday. They were only a year older than me. When I commented that schools should go remote, I was ridiculed because the teacher contracted it during the summer and lingered in a coma for two months before dying.

Another friend works at a district in Texas—you know, the state where the governor threatened to withdraw funding if districts/schools issued a mask mandate. The teachers in their district pressured administration to institute one. The next day a judge ruled they had to drop it or lose funding.

People are sending their kids to school knowing they have it. A teacher, unvaccinated with Covid symptoms, took their mask off to read a story to their elementary school class and infected nearly all of them. Something like 5600 students in the Chicago Public School system have been quarantined in the first two weeks of class.

This is the reality we live in. I’m an educator and I’m terrified. I love my students, and I love teaching face to face, but most of them, if they’re paying attention, are fucking terrified.

We don’t think we’ll go remote unless someone dies, if then.

For goodness sake, get vaccinated and wear a fucking mask, and stay home and quarantine if you have possible symptoms.

357 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 23:56:32 GMT

This may come as an absolute fucking shock to some people, but...

You can like all the characters in Miraculous Ladybug.

You don’t have to choose. If you like Marinette, you don’t have to hate Adrien, and vice versa. If you like Kagami, you don’t have to hate Marinette. If you like Luka, you don’t have to hate Adrien.

Like, you don’t have to salt characters to prove you like other characters.

Blows your fucking mind, right?

406 notes • Posted 2021-05-02 03:05:52 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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