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"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!
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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
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[FILL] Our Temporary Flame
(Anonymous) 2021-12-28 02:52 am (UTC)(link)Major Tags: idolverse, post-disbandment idol Jeonghan, explicit sexual content
Additional Tags: first person POV, Jeonghan POV, 2010s maybe
Permission to remix: Yes
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One January, I flew to Bangkok for a week to meet someone I had first met online.
I brought with me my best friend-cum-former-manager and zero fear, though Seokmin keeps saying, We can just go to the hotel and do one of those staycations you keep saying you wanted to try before! Should we just do that instead? Aren’t you scared? Isn’t this scary?
I said no. I wasn’t scared and no way was I gonna waste the week off I finally got after everything went to shit. And anyway, Mingyu and I had emailed back and forth for over a year, Skyping, chatting until dawn on both our ends, and he had already spoken to my mother. In November, he emailed me to say he was flying to Bangkok to finally earn a license in scuba diving. I was invited. “Bangkok,” he wrote, “feels like a much nicer place to meet someone like you.”
Someone like me. He knew what I was like, who I was on-screen. I mean, eventually. See, he didn’t at first; which was exciting. And a little hilarious? He didn’t care about those things, he said the first few times we talked and I kidded him that he was only pretending not to know the Yoon Jeonghan to appear cool or subtle. But turns out he absolutely had no idea. I found that both dumb and appealing. That’s what Mingyu was. Dumb and appealing. I bought plane tickets that same afternoon he asked, and now here I was, standing in front of him, a semi-brand new person. I remember looking at his ankles, between his cuffed pants and his Sperrys, and marveling at how golden they were.
We kissed each other that night, up on the roof of his friend’s apartment, looking over the pulse and gleam of the foreign city. I straddled him on the grainy gravel, felt his hardness between my thighs, murmured, “At last.” We passed a flat bottle of Hong Thong whiskey back and forth until we emptied it and our mouths hurt from all the biting and sucking and then we fucked that night too. Fucked like dogs in heat in his friend’s bed. Seokmin slept on futons on the floor, behind the kindness of a curtain. Mingyu pushed into me and the pain arced through my spine. I was blinded. He put his hand over my mouth so I could whimper. We fell upon each other, hungrier than we had ever felt before.
Sex over the next few days would reveal he was almost too big for me, and that he took pride in seeing my blood on his cock. “Who touches you there,” he would murmur in a different voice as he drove into me, and I would say, tears filling my eyes, “Only you.” It wasn’t a lie. I had never been taken like this for all the years I had been batting my eyelashes at the perpetually recording lenses of professional (and fans’) cameras. Nobody dared to fuck me to tears.
It felt new like this. It felt laughably new.
A memory of me kneeling in front of him in a sunlit room above Khao San Road — we ducked into it between lunch and dinner with his friends — trying to take all of him into my mouth and throat. “I want you to watch me suck you off,” I said, with too much flourish and eagerness for I had always wanted to say those words sometime to someone, and he grinned looking down on me, pleased, as he fumbled for his glasses he liked to stylishly hang over the v-neck of his printed, tacky shirts.
We were both stupidly myopic, but his was of vision and mine was of emotion. I knew this would end soon. I would fly back to my rotten and emptied out life soon; and he would take to the ocean. I drank as deep of him as I could.
It was the fourth day into our temporary flame, the second to the last, and we had found a room in a nondescript bed & breakfast in a soi off of Sukhumvit. Mingyu browsed the books and magazines in the lobby while the concierge told me a windowless room would be cheaper than one with windows.
We reveled in the gaudiness of our room: the bed big and gold and frilly, the curtains on the wall that, when pulled back, revealed a plaster wall, the bathroom door that swung open only so far. Windowless, we had no sense of time.
We drank Thai rum with American Coca-Cola, and already we were talking about love. About ambition and the choices we had made. Why the sea? What lies there? Exactly. What’s next for someone like you? Someone like me. Someone special like you.
Fully naked, I knelt on the bed — wedding-cake sheets, brocade pillows — and, just as fully naked, he knelt in front of me, leaned forward, and pushed my knees apart. He wrapped his arms, big and corded with veins, around my hips and pushed his face between my legs, and instead of opening his mouth to lap at my cock, he breathed in hungrily, desperately.
It was the most erotic act anyone had ever done to me.
I shook and I shivered, my hand in his hair, my hand on his nape, his face pressed at the base of my cock, tasting and breathing, and I said, choked with tears because for all the places in my body he had touched me, pinned me, choked me, for these transient days I had felt newly human and real, beyond it was fear. Already, I was looking at the end: “Memorize me.”
And he looked up at me, all terror and awe in his beautiful, brown eyes, and he whispered, “I’m trying.”
We could burn this bright for only so long.
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