2022 Round 1: Quotes

[hwarium]

Status: Closed This round has closed. It remains open for fills, comments and remixes, but prompts are no longer accepted. Seventeen Holidays Round 1: Quotes About "If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more." "What is grief, if not love persevering?" "You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath" Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. Quote collecters and lyric hoarders, unleash your archive. Each prompt must contain a quote - you can combine them, add commentary, link to articles, and more. Steal from a literary classic, or WeVerse drama. Have fun! Examples Minghao + Ocean Vuong The most beautiful part of your body is where it's headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world. Ocean Vuong - night sky with exit wounds Hoshi/Anyone; "Beauty is terror" Thinking about these two quotes together and the idea of on/off-stage personas: "Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful we tremble before it. And what could be more terrifying or beautiful, to the Greeks to to our own, than to lose control completely?" - Donna Tartt, the Secret Histories "I am calm in everyday life but when I put on my in-ear device and step on stage, I can feel the tension and hear the cheers getting louder as the music gets louder. When the staff tells me it's time to step on stage, I feel something boil inside me. I feel it steaming inside and I think I have to give a burst of something, spill what is inside me." - Hoshi in Hit the Road Ep. 04 Any ship; "It's been so many years" Hello, hello there, is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost And I am calling long distance Don't worry 'bout the cost. 'Cause it's been forty years or more Now Martha please recall Meet me out for coffee Where we'll talk about it all. Tom Watts - Martha Rules Sign up is not required. Fills have a minimum of 400 words for prose, haiku-length for poetry (3 lines), and 400px by 400px for art (memes are also art). Other mediums are fine too! There is no maximum cap. Tag and provide content warnings at your discretion, but a good guide are the Ao3 four (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage) and this list of common CWs (cr: SportsFest). NSFW/Explicit content should be tagged NSFW art should not be visible, please provide a link and a warning. You may crop the artwork and embed a SFW preview. How it works Prompting Click on [Post a New Comment] at the bottom of this post; Change the subject to something interesting; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment and edit the sections. Feel free to add as much detail as you want! <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> None <strong>Prompt:</strong> <blockquote>[QUOTE GOES HERE] </blockquote> Filling Reply to the original prompt; Change the subject to [FILL], you may add a title or stay chaotic; Copy+Paste the following HTML into your comment, edit the sections, and add your text. You may also upload your fill to the AO3 Collection. <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** Remixing Post as a reply to the fill you are remixing, using the same HTML as above; Change the subject to [REMIX]. Art/media Upload your work to any platform (twitter, imgur, youtube, soundcloud, google maps, etc.) Using the same HTML code as above, copy the link into your fill or remix. That's it! Optionally, you can embed a picture into your comment. Please use the following code instead. (To explain, the HTML resizes your picture to 400x400px so that it fits on most screens. Users can view the full size if they click on it. You can also add a link to your work on twitter so that others can share it, or to any other website you want) <strong>Ship/Member:</strong> Any <strong>Major Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> N/A <strong>Permission to remix:</strong> Yes/No/Please ask *** <img src="INSERT IMAGE URL" width="400px"> <a href="INSERT ANY URL YOU WANT">TEXT THAT DESCRIBES THE LINK</a> Note! On dreamwidth, you can't edit a comment once someone has replied to it. Navigation ABOUT DATES FAQ BAITS ✧ FILLS ✧ ❮ ROUND 1: QUOTES ❯ ROUND 2: ALTERNATE UNIVERSES ROUND 3: LAST WORDS

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out of the woods

[klav]

Ship/Member: Any/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: optional: supernatural elements, the relationship between violence and tenderness
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Many places have a “forest that shouldn’t be entered.” Even people who are used to working in the mountains feel there is something there. They are suddenly overcome with fear and it becomes the custom to avoid certain places. These places exist. I don’t know what is there, but I think they are real. I’m not a believer in the occult, but the world is more than we can fathom with our five senses. This world doesn’t exist just for humans.
-Hayao Miyazaki

&

The only teeth I have are human teeth, I remind him gently / before opening his throat.
-Franny Choi

it's a banana duct-taped to a wall

[sunsparrow]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: humor
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“A painting is worth a thousand confused art-gallery visitors.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

[klav]

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: idolverse, post-disbandment?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Like any unloved thing
I don’t know if I’m real
When I’m not being touched
-Natalie Wee, from Our bodies and Other fine machines

&

even our intimacies are rigged with terror
-Adrienne Rich

&

I want a fist around my throat
I wanna cry so hard I choke
I want everything I ask for
-Halsey, You asked for this

religious guilt as subtext

[deadwine]

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Junhui, Junhui/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: violence and tenderness/violence as tenderness, vampires/immortality/supernatural elements (optional)
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

How come it's so much еasier
With anything less than human
Letting yoursеlf be tender?
-Julien Baker, Favor

a double-edged love

[sunsparrow]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags:
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“The truth,” said Amar, taking a step closer to me, “is that you look neither lovely nor demure. You look like edges and thunderstorms. And I would not have you any other way.”
― Roshani Chokshi, The Star-Touched Queen

and if home is a person does that time between you turn into distance

[deadwine]

Ship/Member: Minghao/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: balconys
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I feel that the time that exists
between myself and home
is critically ill.
Romance is like that.
- I Am a Season That Does Not Exist in the World, Kim Kyung Ju, trans. by Jake Levine

trust fall

[sunsparrow]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: twists, trope subversion, or the unexpected
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

“For the sake of trust building, the third chapter will follow the second. But then we will jump directly to chapter five, do you understand? No chapter four. Why? Because sometimes things don’t go like they should.”
― Allie Brosh, Solutions and Other Problems

&

“I don't believe in karma, but I believe there are things that can happen that very specifically force you to understand what an asshole you were.”
― Allie Brosh, Solutions and Other Problems

Re: [FILL] what was left when that fire was gone?

[klav]

This is beautiful and it hurts and you're so cool and I can't believe you've opened 17hols this way!!!! So happy to see your tradition of Minghao/Yixing continue T__T thank you for this.

[slytherminie]

Ship/Member: Any, Soonyoung/Mingyu, Seungkwan/Chan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: enemies to lovers or lovers to enemies
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

We were gasoline, a quiet life
And then I met you and the spark ignited
We are the end of the world
On a Sunday morning
We are dinner at candlelight
Between two tanks of gasoline

― Pinguini Tattici Nucleari, Verdura

the inherent eroticism of

[jibes]

Ship/Member: jihan, wonhan, jeongcheol
Major Tags: exes
Additional Tags: N/A
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I think it’s important to implicate
the self. The knife shouldn’t exit the cake clean.
There is still some residue, some proof of puncture,
some scars you graze to remember the risk.

—Tiana Clark, Proof

[jibes]

Ship/Member: Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: human/immortal(?), magical realism
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

Falling in love with a god
is not a death sentence.
The story is only a tragedy
if the god loves you back.

— o.g.k

To be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different.

— Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis

FILL: evil isn't born, it's made

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Seokmin
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Blood, Overwhelming specter of terminal illness, Parksborn your boys 2k21
Permission to remix: Yes

If this is revised from a long essay I sent to someone about Parksborn then no it isn't <3 Originally wrote this in second person also in a car and I have motion sickness so mistakes are my own fault.
***

You want me to be the villain, so I am.

Is love a promise or a threat?

There are things Jeonghan would do for him that he'd do for no one else. Recreate himself, break off the pieces that upset him to keep him close. Remold, revise, rewrite his less than savory history for a future that will keep him warm at night.

Seokmin is a good man. An honest man, an evolution of the lanky stringbean of a boy he fell head over heels for way back when. Scraped knees and sunburnt shoulders, hazy comforts. A pair of unwanted boys creating their own stories. In the end, all they will have is each other. When they tell their story, it will be them against the world.

Seokmin’s loyalty hangs over him like a promise. Anything you need, hyung, I'll do anything for you. Jeonghan was born with the world at his fingertips. He only has ever needed one thing.

Seokmin says he loves him.

Love is a promise.

All of Jeonghan’s firsts will end up belonging to him.

But you don't belong to him, do you? You've never really belonged anywhere.

Jeonghan has never had to ask for anything. He's not used to asking so openly. But the one thing he needs makes Seokmin balk, and god, he's fucking bleeding out in his arms in real time and Seokmin won't give it to him.

We don't know what it would do to you, he claims. But wouldn't love be reason enough to keep Jeonghan alive?

Love is weakness.

Seokmin undoes it this time. Rewrites his and Jeonghan’s history, tells him that what he needs is what he can't have.

You liar, you don't love me, too. It's easy for you, after all.

Seokmin calls him selfish, but Jeonghan has only known self-preservation. Being wanted is something that he's strived for his whole useless life, and Seokmin knows the intimate details more intricately than any therapist, any journal, any assistant who's heard him cry before getting fired.

It's to keep you safe, he claims. What is safe when you will die, poisoned by the breath of your own wanting? He's never wanted anything so fucking much. How is it selfish to want to be alive?

The gauntlet feels heavy in your hands. But: love is a fight.

Seokmin is pleading with him now, red suit torn to shreds, heart heavy in his outstretched hands, to see the error of his ways. To choose him. But he couldn't even choose you, remember?

And oh, he's bleeding now. Really, truly bleeding and it's beautiful. His blood shines like a star, like his eyes when he cries, when he begs for his life.

You're not a bad person, Jeonghan, he says, crimson shining from his lips. Jeonghan’s lips curl in a sneer.

He's a villain of Seokmin’s own making.

Re: [FILL] what was left when that fire was gone?

[pamantha]

The dead will stay dead and you’ll live frozen at the age you stopped growing out of love. is such a raw, powerful line. All of this punches so hard, the imagery is so so good!!!

Re: FILL: evil isn't born, it's made

[pamantha]

oh my god @.@ this is so evocative... But the one thing he needs makes Seokmin balk, and god, he's fucking bleeding out in his arms in real time and Seokmin won't give it to him. and You're not a bad person, Jeonghan, he says, crimson shining from his lips. are such good fucking lines. All of the details and colors here shone so well, wow. This is so good!!

a heart made fullmetal

[(Anonymous)]

Ship/Member: Any, but please consider boochan or boogyu
Major Tags: FMA au
Additional Tags: aftermath of the war, grief and healing
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

"Name one hero who was happy."

—The Song of Achilles

Re: FILL: evil isn't born, it's made

[slytherminie]

mmmmmmm i wanna kiss you so bad!! i can't believe my bait worked so well kasdjas oh gosh. there's so much i wanna say. i love how you've woven the quotes in this, it's the perfect internal monologue and it works so well with osborn as a character. and well, the is love a promise or a threat?, love is a promise, love is weakness, but: love is a fight. all of that. it's just so perfect. you're incredible and i want to kiss your brain, rn. mwah. i love you.

[FILL] Wonhui homecoming

[pamantha]

Ship/Member: Wonhui
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Soft, Slow, Boys who can't talk
Permission to remix: Yes

***


When Junhui slinks into Wonwoo’s room with his phone in his hand and his hoodie pulled up, Wonwoo has already made a spot for him on the foldable lounge chair behind his desk, moving the dirty clothes that he usually lets pile up there.

Junhui doesn’t say hello. He shuts Wonwoo’s door softly and shuffles around Wonwoo’s large, queen-sized bed and around the crook of Wonwoo’s new, too-large desk to lean over Wonwoo’s gaming chair. Wonwoo leans an inch to the side and cocks his head up. He’s in the middle of a raid, hands on the keyboard, eyes fixed on his teammate’s vitals and the swarm of enemies pouring into the level.

“Hey,” Wonwoo says, without looking up.

Junhui hums back and then shakes Wonwoo’s chair back and forth a few times before stepping away to settle into the lounge chair.

Wonwoo doesn’t need to look back to know that Junhui has curled up, socked feet tucked under him, pulling out his cell phone. He’s appeared at Wonwoo’s bedroom door, what, five nights in a row? A whole week?

Wonwoo doesn’t have time to think about it: the battle doors in the game open and he loses himself in the flow. When he curses under his breath, Junhui laughs behind him, and when Wonwoo finally is able to land some solid blows, Junhui chimes, “Nice, nice.”

This is how it always goes. Usually, Junhui will watch Wonwoo play until the early hours of the next day, or Wonwoo will put on a movie or a twitch stream for them both to stare at. It’s comforting. It’s nice. But tonight, the game is souring and Wonwoo is tired, his edges all frayed. It’s been an exhausting day and despite the too-long hot shower Wonwoo had boiled himself in after finally getting back from work, his face still feels dirty and his hair oily. His character takes a bad hit, and Wonwoo feels it as a punch of hot anger. His jaw tightens and shifts, his fraying irritation getting pulled like a tight rubber band.

Behind him, Junhui has scooted the chair to the edge of the desk and is playing with one of Wonwoo’s nendroids. Moving it back and forth, plastic base scraping softly over the desk.

Wonwoo turns his game off. He does it fast, letting the frustration out as he drops from the raid, shutting it all down with saving. The background music and booming gun blasts of the game die with it.

And then his room is silent. When Junhui shifts, the rustle fills the room.

“Are you done?” Junhui asks and Wonwoo nods, feeling dumb. The anger is gone already. He was never any good at keeping it, and in its wake is nothing but exhaustion.

God, Wonwoo is tired. He feels like slumping forward in his chair and passing out, but he needs to turn on something else, pick out a movie or a show, something to fill the space so the silence doesn’t balloon out more than it already has. Junhui will leave soon if he doesn’t.

And Wonwoo doesn’t want him to leave. He doesn’t need the company and honestly, getting more sleep the last few nights would have been nice. But for the months that Junhui and Minghao were gone, Wonwoo had received only a handful of texts from Junhui, usually about game news or the occasional picture of Shenzhen with a text, This is what I told you about! And that was it. Wonwoo knows that Junhui would text Soonyoung good morning and that he and Chan exchanged long paragraphs and that Seungkwan would get deliveries of random things, all signed by Junhui and all some type of inside joke that Seungkwan would just laugh when Wonwoo asked him what they meant.

Junhui did facetime Wonwoo twice. Maybe three times. But they were all short and quiet, with Wonwoo fumbling for things to say. He can’t help but think that Junhui had just done it to tick his name off the list, so that he could tell the fans, of course, I message all the members!

And then they came back home and Junhui began to show up at Wonwoo’s door every night. Wonwoo knows that it means something. Wonwoo and Mingyu live on a different floor now with a different code, it’s not as though Junhui is ending up here by accident. But Wonwoo doesn’t know what he wants (he has to want something) or how to keep him (Junhui wants to be kept, right?). It’s as though Junhui’s a little bird waiting patiently in the maws of a trap while Wonwoo fumbles, too stupid to figure out how to throw the lever.

“How’d the shoot today go?” Wonwoo asks, desperately. It’s the first thing that popped into his head.

Junhui slides the nendroid back to its original position and grabs the puzzle ball beside it, a knot of interlocking metal rings and rope. He starts tugging on one of the rings. “Good,” he says, voice pitched high.

“Are you tired?”

Junhui looks tired. There are bags under his eyes and a weariness under his face. But he only shrugs one big, animated shrug, his shoulders collapsing back down as though weighted.

The silence is growing more stifling. More brittle. And Wonwoo should know better than to toe the line but he’s dirty and tired and restless for something that this silence is irritating. “You keep coming back,” he says. And then, because he wants to be funny: “Did you miss me?”

Wonwoo means to say it like a joke but, as always, his voice falls flat. It lands wrong. Junhui doesn’t look up from his puzzle ball but his face shifts. Eyes narrow. Today, during their group photo shoot, one of the interview questions had been: The8, Jun, did you miss Korea while you were gone?

“Of course,” Minghao had said back. “I think Korea has become another home for me. I missed the members, too. It was strange, being away.”

“I missed my favorite seolleongtang restaurant!” Junhui had said. He had laughed, all of his teeth on show, eyes darting between the staff and the members. “I missed it so much!”

Here and now, in the silence of Wonwoo’s bedroom, Junhui licks his lips and looks up with a sudden smile.

“Did you miss me, Wonwoo-ah?” Junhui echoes, stretching the vowels out like gummies. And when Wonwoo looks away, face suddenly hot, Junhui laughs.

I did miss you, Wonwoo thinks about saying, or maybe, If you didn’t miss me, then why are you here? Instead, he says nothing and the silence is back, worse than ever. Junhui is still smiling, eyes wide and focused on the puzzle ball. Wonwoo picks at the end of his knitted sleeve.

Wonwoo glances up just in time to see Junhui’s eyes flit up to look at the bedroom door, and then back down.

Wonwoo needs to throw the trap. He needs to do something. Anything.

So Wonwoo stands, shuffling past the desk and squeezing in front of the lounge chair to get out from behind the desk, Junhui pulling his legs up to let Wonwoo pass. It takes some poking around to find his bluetooth speakers, and when he does, he turns them on. Finds a playlist on his phone, and plays it. Coin by IU chimes on and Wonwoo tosses his phone on the bed before crawling on top of it, stretching out over the covers.

He kooks at the white, blank ceiling for a moment before he looks at Junhui. Junhui is looking back, only the fear from before is gone, replaced with a languid curiosity. Wonwoo pats the bed beside him. Junhui, without a moments hesitation, stands. He falls onto the bed and curls into a ball at the bottom, his back pressed against Wonwoo’s legs.

They lay like that. The music plays. Songs change, swelling and falling away like the tide. Exhaustion begins to drag Wonwoo down, the tension of his back pulling apart and his eyes fluttering shut. His glasses shift when he moves his head against the pillow.

“This is too hard,” Junhui whines suddenly. When Wonwoo drags his eyes back open, Junhui is holding the puzzle ball up. He’s still curled on his side, his face hidden from Wonwoo. “Do it for me.”

When Wonwoo had first gotten that puzzle ball, he had tried to solve it for all of twenty-five minutes before looking up a How To video online.

“Keep trying,” he says instead. And in a moment of fuzzy, sleepy bravery, he moves a hand down to pull back Junhui's hoodie and pull at Junhui’s hair. One soft tug, feeling the hair slip through his fingers. “You’ll get it.”

#I feel like this is so loose from the prompt, but once I got started I couldn't stop ;;. Sorry!

Re: [FILL] what was left when that fire was gone?

[slytherminie]

WOW JUST WOW. i'm always a fan of your words and how you manage to say so much in so little. the metaphors in here deliver the perfect punch and gosh, i love every single line. you're so cool!!!

Re: FILL: evil isn't born, it's made

[seokmin_liker]

jesus christ. i'm not getting over this one for a while

[FILL]: Everybody’s got to love something

[slytherminie]

Ship/Member: Wonwoo/Jeonghan
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: minor character death (implied), blood, lies, ambigous ending, some sort of spies/secret agents setting i guess
Permission to remix: Yes

I honestly don't know what possessed me. I'm sorry Ki!!
***

The last time Wonwoo let himself want, someone ended up dead.

In his dreams, the blood is still vivid, staining the palms of his hands, dripping out of a wound that he was unable to cauterize, palms uselessly fumbling to apply pressure. In his dreams, there’s always so much red.

The last time Wonwoo let his guard down, a life was taken, and a golden medal was appointed to his chest, a reminder that he destroyed one life to save countless others. If he could go back and change the trade, he would. If he could go back, he would swap the cards, become a traitor. Choose a life on the run and one less life on his conscience.

He’s learned to tighten the cuffs around his heart, leaving it no room to breathe. In his line of work, wanting leads to death. It leads to countless sleepless nights, made of nightmares stained with memories, whirlwinds of reality poisoning his sleep.

Numbing himself with alcohol isn’t the smartest choice, not when the cool liquid going down his throat doesn’t lessen his want, not when all it does is loosen up his tongue. He should know better than to down another drink, and yet.

“You’re still here.” Jeonghan’s voice is soft, suave, a caress on Wonwoo’s heated skin, a nail on the coffin of his heart. “Thought you would be gone to bed by now.”

The last time Wonwoo let himself want, someone ended up dead. Every time Wonwoo stops himself from wanting, a piece of himself dies. It’s an unbalanced trade.

“Can’t sleep,” Wonwoo says, omitting the ghosts that haunt his dreams. Jeonghan just tips his glass in his direction, downing the clear liquid inside it. He smacks his lips against the sour taste of alcohol mixed with soda, and Wonwoo yearns for that mouth, craves its warmth.

Inside his chest, his traitorous heart beats faster when Jeonghan’s hand squeezes his knee, palm resting over the light fabric of his trousers. It’s a gentle gesture. It’s everything that Jeonghan isn’t - warm, soft, comforting.

The last time Wonwoo let himself want, it wasn’t Jeonghan. Now, with fingers cold from condensation and his heartbeat on the tip of his tongue, Wonwoo wonders how it would feel, to let himself fall into the web of lies that Jeonghan has set out for him.

Play pretend, they told him, but his heart must have not heard. The cuffs around it are loosening up, claws ready to devour, bleeding for a love that isn’t real, that would never be so.

Jeonghan smiles and it’s pretty, even if it's fake.

“I think I love you, Yoon Jeonghan,” Wonwoo says, truth slipping out of him with a bitter chuckle.

The pretty grin stays on Jeonghan’s face, his hand stays on Wonwoo’s knee.

“Everybody’s got to love something,” Jeonghan says back, voice unwavering.

In Wonwoo’s dreams, his face takes the place of the dead, bleeding love out of his wound. In reality, Jeonghan just keeps on smiling.

This time, when Wonwoo lets himself want, it's a losing game.

i want to believe

[seasignals]

Ship/Member: Vernon-centric, Vernon/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: sci-fi/magical realism, or BBB “feeling like an alien interloper in real life,” or both
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I want to believe
That if I go outside I'll see a tractor beam
Coming to take me to where I'm from
I want to go home

— Phoebe Bridgers, Chinese Satellite

I'm a fallen alien
I never thought that you would be the one to tie me down
But you did
In this age of Satan
I'm searchin' for a light to take me home and guide me out

— FKA Twigs, fallen alien

Re: [FILL]: Everybody’s got to love something

[surjamukhi]

OMG WONHAN FOR THIS PROMPT OF COURSE T____T smooching your evil brain. love how sharply the world immediately comes into focus... jeonghan is so fitting for this kind of au and for the wonwoo pov and the little repressionisms, thank u so much this is incredible!!!

i have never seen an Always

[seasignals]

Ship/Member: Minghao/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: looking for love in all the wrong places
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I've rolled on velvet
cushions where I heard Always slept,
and I once tried to kiss Always,
but I don't think it was the Always
I was looking for.
I like your Always, it looks
such a demanding pet. It looks like it kisses
nice and soft.
It looks like the bruise I found flowering on my knee.
I fell down at your voice.

— Cate Marvin, Flowers, Always

[florulentae]

Ship/Member: Mingyu/Any
Major Tags: Retirement (either post idolverse or Any career that stops Young)
Additional Tags: mingyu the himbo malewife of everyone's dreams, finding a forever in the least expected place, kindness and love in the face of adversity
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

We have all our doors and windows open
and I am pouring spices into glass jars,
coriander cinnamon cumin ground sage
and it’s hard to describe this
moment in the confines of a page,
tiny hills of vibrant color
and intoxicating fragrance
and you hear the cadence
of my heart
from the kitchen
where you build the perfect fitting slip-in shelves
for our spices over the stove,
match the colors,
match my colors to yours,
I have all my doors and windows open to you.
― Kai Coggin, Filling Spice Jars as Your Wife

i was so young when i behaved 25

[infrequencies]

Ship/Member: Chan/Any
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: arrested development, struggling to grow
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:

I was like, Man, my body is like a grown person, but inside I'm a child. But it’s not just with love. When you're doing something you're not used to, you kind of realize that you're still a kid even though the whole world around you sees you as an adult and you're expected to act like an adult, you still haven't actually grown up.
—Mitski, on "First Love / Late Spring"