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im not a marketing analyst or whatever but idk what the point of showing people 10000 ads per day is supposed to be. i feel llike at a certain point its all just noise and we tune it out. that kinda does a number on the human spirit as well thoguh

i’m so glad (tv show) heartstopper explicitly said that tara and darcy were lesbians multiple times because it’s so rare to actually see women on screen CALL themselves lesbians instead of just being ambiguous about their sexuality

lesbians in media are always made to be ambiguously queer and it’s so rare that a character will actually use the word lesbian to describe themselves. some characters in movies and tv are so SO lesbian coded. they never state that they like men, they only get into relationships with women, but they will never use the word lesbian. it’s gotta stop getting the ‘dirty word’ treatment because it isn’t a dirty word it’s literally just a sexuality

lesbian is not a dirty word, it’s okay for people to call themselves lesbians

he too was a tempter

Note: I binge wrote this in like two days? Probably lots of typos and it had potential to be better but I am a G L U T T O N. Inspired by the MOTS: 7 concept photos, BS&T’s MV, I accidentally started quoting Damien in this, and by the lovely piano piece Gymnopédie No. 1 which serves as great background music for this fic!

↳ Summary: You have lived over thousands of years, watched civilizations rise and fall, yet even in the modern era where anything is possible; you choose to reminisce your past life through the beautiful painting Fallen Angel, memories bad and good swirl in your head as you remember the beautiful Raven that you gave it all too. Was he truly worth your fall from Grace though?

↳ Pairings: Demon!Taehyung/Angel!Reader, MinJoon

↳ Word Count: 22.8k

↳ Genre: Enemies to lovers technically, supernatural AU, strangers to lovers if you squint, forbidden love, biblical AU, fallen angel!reader, angst, fluff, SMUT, taehyung is referred to as raven almost the whole fic, pagan!Namjoon/Jimin, vampire!Jungkook, witch!Seokjin, bard!Hoseok that may or may not have been based off of Jaskier from Witcher god bless, werewolf!Yoongi, they reek chaos when they’re all together,

↳ Tags: this week on missy is going to hell, soft dom!Taehyung, big praise kink, size kink, monster cock Taehyung that is all, MC gets turned on when her wings are touched, virgin!MC, corruption kink, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, mating, dirty talk, virgin kink Oop-, lil bit of possession, nipple play, forced orgasm, cumplay, cum eating, it’s all fun and games until Tae puts it in, penetrative sex, degradation, like LOTS of dregradation, Taehyung sounds possessed at some point? Rough sex, knotting somehow got included in this? Breeding kink if you squint, facial slapping, spit play, Taehyung goes hard dom eventually, unprotected sex but condoms didn’t exist back then? Pls wrap it before u tap it y’all don’t got that excuse.

‘He too was a tempter, he too was a link to the second, to the evil world with which I no longer wanted anything to do with’ - Emil Sinclair

The museum was lively, the crowd bustling and the warmth of the day had everyone in excitement, ready to get out of the house and into the great big world. Your eyes sat still on the painting however despite the many bodies that passed you, vivid colors of pleated skirts, leather jackets and you could even spot a red trench coat in the corner of your eyes.

Many eyes traveled to your figure as well, still as a lily pond on a foggy morning, filled with the same beautiful, yet haunted features. You were there but many wondered if you really truly were, mentally speaking. Yet you could only take in the the paintings details, it was hard to not reminiscence your life. Some say when on the doors of death, you could vividly see it pass by. Was that what this felt like? You weren’t anywhere near death. 

Yet looking at beautiful painting, you couldn’t help but wonder. It wasn’t near as famous as some in this museum, but Fallen Angel, would always be your favorite. Perhaps because you too, were also a fallen angel, you and this painting were one in the same. 

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"Through him, and Rach, I study this cultural capital. I learn what I'm meant to do. How I'm meant to live. What I'm supposed to enjoy. I watch, I emulate. It takes practice. And an understanding of what's out of reach. What I can't pull off. Born here, parents born here, always lived here - still never from here. Their culture becomes parody on my body."

Assembly, Natasha Brown

when lara jean was like how she is fine with love if it is in books movies or in her own head but irl she is scared of relationships and commitment lmaooo if that isn’t the biggest mood of my life

just saw like three yoongi concert pics in a row that made me feel like that part in finding nemo when they’re trying to save him from the tank filtration system and they shove the rock into the blades. but im the rock and they missed and i just got rattled around for like ten minutes

Richard Siken, self-portrait against red wallpaper

— Susan Sontag, from “Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963”

‘Thank you… for teaching me how to love myself!’

Me sitting with my shame because I haven’t written anything in literal MONTHS 🧍🏽‍♀️

No but I’m actually sad cuz I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to write

I completely forgot I need to write my story if I want it to be written. My bad guys.

Aha ha biggest kin moment here and I dont like it but also kinda love it

[9:57 PM]— SUNA RINTARO

“I’m sorry.” Suna Rintaro looks at you with sunken eyes, standing a distance away from you helplessly, watching as you rolled your eyes and continued folding your clothes. He supposes this could be worse. You could be folding your clothes to leave, he reasons, he should be grateful it’s just the laundry. 

But his stomach doesn’t feel any less heavy, and his conscience is oh so guilt-ridden.   

“Whatever, Rinatro. Come fold your laundry,” you say sternly, and he doesn’t like it. Suna’s only ever used to gentleness from you, a fondness that was hazy, blurred around the edges, undefined. The line where it started met no end. Suna had long given up trying to figure out the extent of your love. He figured as long it was his, he’d make it work. 

But Suna was also never a favorite. He wasn’t a favorite student, nor was he ever a favorite friend, and he certainly was no one’s favorite teammate. He was pretty sure he wasn’t ever even his parents’ favorite child— even when he was their only one. 

For a long time he was okay with that. He was okay with standing off to the side, and he was relieved when eyes weren’t on him, when no one but himself had bestowed to him the crushing weight of expectations. But as love often did to one, he’d changed his ways for you. 

Evidently not enough. 

“Baby, I really am sorry—”

“Are you? Are you really? Because I don’t know if you are,” you spat harshly, and Suna almost recoiled, like you were a predator and he was your prey. He wasn’t used to this feeling, and he was scared. Scared of letting you down, and scared of not being enough. Or worse. Scared of never having the potential to be enough in the first place. It felt like he was always reaching, but he could never quite get a grasp. 

“I am,” he whispers, and his voice is almost frail. 

Okumaya devam et

Me in S1 & S2: I'm not gonna feel bad for August. Fuck that kid.

Me in S3: Shit. I feel bad for August.

Do you kids know how hard it is to hyper fixate on shit as a goddamn adult?? Sorry boss I know you need those files done but I’m too busy giggling like a goddamn school girl over a fictional man

Do you kids know how hard it is to hyper fixate on shit as a goddamn adult?? Sorry boss I know you need those files done but I’m too busy giggling like a goddamn school girl over a fictional man

the cutest, most handsome, dreamiest

Hey Singapore! How are you doing? Its been raining for the past few days. How are you holding up?

I haven't used the air-con for like a week now.

jungkook’s outfits cost thousands of dollars but he still ends up looking like that guy in the 9am lecture on tuesdays who comes in with a only notepad, his phone and exactly two pens, both of them red