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Say it with me now

You are never late to a fandom. Your fic is never "invalid" for being "late". Your fic doesn't need a high word limit. Your fic does not need a high standard. Your fic does not need to be highly popular. Your fic isn't less valid than a popular author's fic. Your fic isn't inheritly bad. Your fic is amazing. Your fic is valid. The only thing that matters is that you're having fun. Fandom is not consumption and consumerism. Fandom is fun, free and for the people. Fandom is not a popularity contest. We're all nerds at the end of the day.

me seeing a 20k word fic with angst fluff and a happy ending when i have several missing assignments to finish

“and he has the cutest smile”

He’s saur babygworl actually :3

I can not 😭

𓋜 ────enhypen as kinds of love! ( your safe place in a person. )

enha as love in the form of words ㅤ. .ㅤ𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡ㅤㅤ𓍼ㅤㅤ𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑛 & fluff ࣪  ㅤ˖ ㅤ𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑ㅤㅤ৲ lowercase intended ㅤ. ⠀𓈃 ๋ ㅤ𝐍𝐄𝐖 峠

𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑦 𝟏𝟏𝟏ㅤyeonie.notes ﾉ please show lots of love, that's all. 1592wc. fem!centered.

꒰⠀hee⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀seung.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i know baby, you don't have to say anything' kind of love. the guy who can read even your silence. heeseung looks at you more than anything in his world, he knows you more than you know yourself. he remembers everything about you from the brand of your conditioner to the friends you don't talk to. if there's anyone who can see right through you even in the worst of times, it's him. your comfort in a bustling town. to him love lies in the little details, in understanding what can not be understood, in the language of the eyes.

"heeseung i really-" you squeal walking into the shop as he holds the door open, "want a strawberry and cream frappuccino? i know baby," his words form a smile on your face, one that lights up your eyes, one that heeseung mirrors his heart all giddy and warm. "then i'll be at-" looking around the interior you turn back to him, "the table by the window, i know baby," giggling at how well he knows what you like, you press a tiny kiss on his cheeks,"i'll be waiting!" i'll be waiting he mouths at the same time as you walk further away, grinning idiotically before the cashier snaps him back.

꒰⠀jong⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀seong.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'dont worry, i will take care of it for you' kind of love. the guy who doesn't let you lift a finger. to him you're the princess that doesnt have to do anything. your every wish and your every desire is a goal for him to accomplish. the beaming happiness on your face when you get what you want is the source of his joy. the feeling of coming home yet discovering new places you never knew of: places filled with more sunny days. your warmth in a cold winter. to him love lies in the willingness to give endlessly, in being connected by actions, in prioritizing you.

"jay, it broke!" before your whine can even bounce off the walls jay is there right behind you, "don't worry princess, i'll fix it, come here sit on my lap," his hands move delicately as he sews the broken butterfly pin holding your blouse together. "you need to be gentle while putting it on okay?" he reminds you softly as his thumb wipes off the tears threatening to spill from your eyes at having almost ruined your favourite outfit. "can we have some ice cream cake later?" you ask closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips leaving a kiss on top of each one, "you have a cold so only a little bit, alright?"

꒰⠀jae⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀yun.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i gotta kiss you before you leave' kind of love. the guy who gotta show how much he loves you. your companion in every event from family dinners to office parties sim jaeyun is the man of your life and man of your dreams. if ever you need to go alone, he waits for you, roaming around the area and picking up your favourite food. for him it is absolutely necessary to express his feelings regardless of your surroundings and regardless of the situation. your star in an empty sky. to him love lies in the small moments, in the little kisses and hugs, in the whispers of words.

"jake what are you doing!" the more you try to wiggle out of jake's arms the tighter they get, "don't you think you're forgetting something, my love?" your repeated slaps against his hands are in no vain with the way his lips find the crook of your neck leaving fluttering kisses down to your collarbone. "my goodnight kiss when will i get it?" more than the words spoken you gasp at the way he stops whispering, "we are supposed to be sleeping in different rooms! stop it before my parents find us!" "well it's nothing they don't know, i love their daughter too much."

꒰⠀sung⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀hoon.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'stay there, i'm coming to get you' kind of love. the guy who is always a call away. be it in the middle of the day or at the break of dawn, if you need him, he's always there. needs to see you safe and healthy to able to breathe in peace. if it so happens that you are hurt, he turns the hospital upside down. it's you and him against the world, let's you know that he'll be the one to stay even if everyone else leaves. your pillar in a pile of debris. to him love lies in being by your side in every situation, in changing your restless into calm, in the compromise and accomodation for another.

"sunghoon? i feel weird," your words slur into the phone and sunghoon immediately knows something's wrong. "angel, what's wrong? i'll be there in five, don't move from the bed okay?" there inside your apartment unit he finds an empty bottle of medicine containing ethanol. "my prey is here!" squealing, you hop off the bed and scurry over to sunghoon, "angel you shouldn't consume drugs so carelessly," he scolds, picking you up when you jump on him. giving in to your puckered lips he leaves a wet kiss before pushing a finger against your forehead. "now lets sleep off the intoxication,"

꒰⠀sun⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀woo.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i believe in you, you can do it' kind of love. the guy who inspires you to be the best version of yourself. in his world there is no giving up and there is no going back. teaches you to take a step even when it feels like nothing is going right. helps you focus on the present, nurturing a mind guided by reason and heart. it is important to him that you do what you love and you do it with courage. your strength in a harsh society. to him love lies in the encouragement, in the pushes out of comfort zone, in a cheer amidst a silent crowd.

"sunoo, what if i fail?" your hands tremble as you wait backstage in the conference hall, scared to mess up your first paper presentation. sunoo pulls you into a hug that feels homely, softer than ever, "trust yourself bubs, i know you'll do well. you wanted to do this since forever and you worked so hard for this, remember?" his fingers draw circles on your back and his lips leave a tender kiss on your temple. "even if it's not how you want it to be what matters is you tried. now go on, i'll be waiting." a gentle push, a reminder that he'll be right here to catch you.

꒰⠀jung⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀won.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'baby, how can i make you feel better?' kind of love. the guy who tells you, you're perfect the way you are. with him you never have to put a mask on, you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not. late night conversations where he reminds you how much you're worth it even if you're ordinary. because to him you'll always be the most special person: his person seen and appreciated in your own essence. your peace in a chaotic world. to him love lies in the fruit of assurance, in the acceptance of affection, in the positivity to feel life in the simple things.

"jungwon, it's snowing!" the excitement is your voice makes jungwon laugh as he runs out after you with your muffler, coat and socks in his hands. "you need to cover up bunny or you'll catch a cold," the pads of his thumb rub against your cheeks, face craddled between his palms after he has you all wrapped up. "sorry," you giggle cozying up in his hold, it makes jungwon's heart summersault a thousand times,"you look so cute, bare faced and warm cheeks all flushed," the thought of how you have let your walls down around him makes him happy beyond anything,"so perfect,"

꒰⠀ri⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀ki.⠀꒱⠀⠀ 🖇️ 𝄒⠀⠀ ﹙𝑣𝑖𝑒.﹚ as 'i miss you' before you even say bye kind of love. the guy who can not live away from you for too long. shows you there's magic in everyday that goes by with you, in the sunrise from the balcony of your shared apartment, in the little garden you tend to together. the arrow of cupid struck through two at once: where all your moments hold stories to tell. the proof that time together is time cherished. your glitter in a dull canvas. to him love lies in the sync of hearts, in enjoying and mourning life side by side, in not missing a single moment.

"riki what are you doing here?" you're dumbfounded coming eye to eye with riki at the doorstep of your childhood home "i couldn't go another day without you," he says stepping forward to cup your face in his hands and rubbing the tip of your noses in an eskimo kiss. "let's just spend the weekend here and go back together," his forehead falls against yours eyes closed as he wishpers out how bad your absence felt. "ok, let's do that i missed you too," at that riki leaves a quick peck on your lips grinning widely, "let's make some new memories,"

His smile 😭😭

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*jjok* 😳

Your unforgettable name.

Deep in my heart your name is engraved, and I long for you.

You set fire to my heart.

In my heart, you ignited the indistinguishable flame of love.

Before your name can be forgotten, I long for you again.

Ah, even at the moment of death, I shall call out your name.

Even as I am living, my heart longs for you.

Until the moment of death, I will long for you.

You set fire to my heart.

In my heart, you ignited the indistinguishable flames of love… Shim-deok.

- Kim Woo-jin, Episode 3, Hymn of Death

Photos from Dramabeans.

Es la primera vez que llueve en mucho tiempo

y no me bombardeas de mensajes para avisarme.

Quisiera poder burlarme y decirte qué se siente,

pero el chiste no es gracioso porque la herida duele.

A veces soy un hipocampo,

Solamente amo una vez y,

A veces soy un canario,

Muero por la Soledad.

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-thebloob

La peor parte de ser la que siempre busca a los demás, es que sabes que ellos no te buscarían a ti.

cansada de vivir pero no de soñar

No sé qué fui para ti,

es mi eterna pregunta

antes de dormir.

No conozco la respuesta,

por más que pase el tiempo

yo no entiendo tu cabeza.

No es la primera vez que te escribo,

me trastornas el mundo

y yo pierdo los estribos.

No sé qué más hacer contigo.

mood de cuarentena

Esto se ha vuelto un círculo vicioso,

he dicho adiós muchas veces

pero a veces creo que quien quiere irse

lo hace sin despedirse.

Cansada de decepciones,

de sentirme culpable

recordando mis errores.

recordatorio amistoso

No hay nada puro en este mundo,

todo termina perdiendo el rumbo.

Confirmen con un “Reblog”.

“En que mundo vivimos al decir que si una mujer fue violada fue porque se lo buscó. ¿Dónde está dicho que por traer puesta una falda tienes derecho a cogértela? ¿Qué diablos te da derecho a violar? Se supone que somos seres pensantes y razonables, y llegamos al punto de justificar una violación solo porque un maldito pervertido no pudo aguantar sus ganas. Ya. ¿Eso es todo? ¿Eso le da derecho a arruinar una vida? ¿Solo porque tuvo que satisfacer sus deseos sexuales? “Son deseos primitivos” dicen, pero disculpa, razonas, se supone que tienes una mente que sabe diferenciar entre lo que se hace y lo que no. ¿En qué mente retorcida cabe que utilizar un vestido es una invitación? Cualquier persona, cualquiera podría ir desnuda por la calle y no por eso te daría derecho a abusar de ella. ¿Quien te da el derecho? ¿Por traer puesta una falda vale menos? ¿Por utilizar una blusa escotada ya no importa lo que sienta o lo que piense? Juzgan y exigen que las mujeres sean recatadas y usen ropa que cubra todo su cuerpo. Y que se abstengan de utilizar ropa ajustada o corta. ¿En serio? Si exigen eso porque entonces esa maldita gente se abstiene y se aguanta sus putas ganas de coger.”

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¡Qué ganas!

Qué ganas de saber quién eres.

Qué ganas de que llegues y te quedes.

Qué ganas de que perduremos y luchemos cuando todo se esté  derrumbando.

Qué ganas de saber de ti.

Qué ganas de encontrarte y quererte.

Qué ganas de obsequiarte mi tiempo.

Qué ganas de enamorarme perdidamente de ti.

No sé en dónde estás,  ni con quién estás ,  pero sé que algún día llegarás, y la búsqueda se terminará. No te tardes mi amor.