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The world is full of beautiful words. The tongue has no bones but is strong enough to break a heart. Words start wars and end them, create love and choke it, bring us to laughter and joy and tears. There is no falsehood in words, only in things.
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. If you have a google spreadsheet of Metric/Marina/Mitski/Macklemore lyrics, now's your time to shine. What does Nobel Laureate Louise Glück have in common with the Future of Kpop Lee Chan? I don't know, but we can find out.
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Junhui + The Archer
"Easy they come, easy they go
I jump from the train, I ride off alone
I never grew up, it's getting so old
Help me hold onto you"
Taylor Swift - The Archer
Verhao; "I loved him from the moment he walked in"
Just thinking about all the verhao soft feelings from the last week of November, especially the killer tweet from @literarykpop with the quote:
"I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy.’ What I meant was, ‘Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again." - Miranda July
95 line - R18
"Houston, we have a problem."
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Prompt:
[FILL] I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be
Major Tags: Minor Character Death
Additional Tags: POV Second Person, based on hamlet, mingyu as horatio
Permission to remix: Yes
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You’re at a college party again, dragged here by your friends—or was it his friends—and fuck, you can never remember their names. Either way, they had barged into your dorm room while you’d been hoping to get a head start on next week’s philosophy readings, and they had grabbed you by the arms and tugged you out of your room and into hell.
A college frat house is synonymous with hell, anyways. You find some solace in the thought that he would agree with you. In fact, he would be the one to complain and make the comparison while you tell him to stop being so dramatic.
But that’s him, isn’t it. Would write a play as some thinly veiled allegory for his family drama, but couldn’t confront his uncle directly. Would leave aspirin on your desk after nights spent drinking and would point his lens on you while you captured the world. Would bow when saying goodbye to your parents.
He would even say goodbye to people beyond the grave. You’ve spent enough time with him in your dorm room after the funeral and wedding, him talking to nothing and you asking if the edibles he took were laced with anything.
“I swear there’s a ghost,” he said, and then pointed behind you and waved hello to his father.
He’s here tonight though, which is unusual. You assumed that he was frequenting some graveyard or with his girlfriend in her apartment, her teaching him how to press flowers and then maybe he’ll press her flower— you snicker to yourself and grab the bottle of beer that Jeonghan (or is it Joshua) is nursing, ignoring his protests in favor of fitting your lips around the rim and downing it.
Fuck, what was his girlfriend’s name again? It sounded like a lament.
He’s skulking around the party, wearing one of his bad emo sweaters, the one with the ugly patterns that you knit for him. There are loose strands of yarn hanging from it and you hated it because it wasn’t perfect, but he softly declared that he loved it. (Not like it mattered, in the end. The sweater curse had gleefully claimed another couple).
You ignore him for the most part, choosing instead to talk to Joshua (or is it Jeonghan) and whoever else is here. But he’s there on the edge of your vision like a ghost, and maybe now you understand him staring at your dorm ceiling and murmuring about his father.
Eventually, you walk up to the refreshment table to grab another beer. He’s lurking by the punch bowl and warns some wide-eyed, naive freshman that the punch might be poisonous, just like how his stepfather poisoned his father—
“Like spiked?” the freshman asks and then, to his horror, laughs. “That’s why I’m drinking it?”
She says, “Pardon me,” and then leaves with a cup in her hand.
Oh, sweet prince, what have you done.
All you do is watch. All you can do is watch. You tried telling him once, when you were a second year and he was still the cool upperclassman, that you were in love with him, and he had looked at you and said, “I don’t think we should do this anymore,” and then he had left your dorm in his all-black ensemble and you were still naked under your bedsheets.
You still welcomed him back after his father died. What else could you do?
“You’re so fucking loyal,” he had slurred, on the rooftop of your dorm, him in his wedding suit (or was it his funeral suit) drowning his sorrows and you there as his witness, “like a goddamn dog, just following me around.” He had peered at you, his eyes wide and guileless, looking more like a kicked puppy than you.
You plucked your heart off your sleeve, that fragile beating thing, and handed it to him, but he was always more interested in the dead.
“That boy’s too much like his father,” the ajummas would say while sitting outside the local convenience store on their plastic stools, congregating like parakeets to play mahjong.
He’ll end up in a grave like his father at this rate too.
(And you know that you’ll be the one to build the coffin and dig the earth and read the rites, him resting below while you mourn).
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- the way u describe college parties is always so poetic 2 me like we know they're degenerates but sometimes they can be dressed up in pretty words
- Fuck, what was his girlfriend’s name again? It sounded like a lament. MAN. rip ophelia 2k4ever
- There are loose strands of yarn hanging from it and you hated it because it wasn’t perfect, but he softly declared that he loved it. (Not like it mattered, in the end. The sweater curse had gleefully claimed another couple). FEELING PERSONALLY TARGETED??? the tenderness + immediate slap of reminder of bad ending... u are trying to k word me actually
- Oh, sweet prince, what have you done. / All you do is watch. All you can do is watch. the hamlet/horatio parallels r so strong in this im going bonkers
- You tried telling him once, when you were a second year and he was still the cool upperclassman, that you were in love with him, and he had looked at you and said, “I don’t think we should do this anymore,” and then he had left your dorm in his all-black ensemble and you were still naked under your bedsheets. THE KMG HEART ON SLEEVE + JWW REPRESSION/RETICENCE/FEAR OF GETTING HURT/I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE??? IM GOING BONKERS
- “You’re so fucking loyal,” he had slurred, on the rooftop of your dorm, him in his wedding suit (or was it his funeral suit) drowning his sorrows and you there as his witness, “like a goddamn dog, just following me around.” He had peered at you, his eyes wide and guileless, looking more like a kicked puppy than you. WHYYYYYY WOULD U SAY THIS TO ME I AM WAILING I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN
- You plucked your heart off your sleeve, that fragile beating thing, and handed it to him, but he was always more interested in the dead. MAN. not the mw mismatch </3 anyways im insane im going 2 eat u i love u thank u for sharing <3
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(Anonymous) 2021-01-22 08:28 am (UTC)(link)"But he’s there on the edge of your vision like a ghost"
"All you do is watch. All you can do is watch"
ooo these r my very favorite bits o god this whole thing is !!!!! wow
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everything, everything about this fic is a sucker punch. the hamlet castings as well as the mingyu, wonwoo chracterisations, how it feels reading this from a second person pov, how the unhappy ending is inevitable and still hurts like a bitch, how love and death are perhaps one and the same.
i honestly couldnt pick a single line after so many re-reads, i love every single one of them, they're all so impactful and good and full of pain im going to re-read this fic like this is water and im a woman stranded in a desert. THANK YOU THANK YOU!
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