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Be The Sun 220626 ©Melting Choco | do not edit, crop, or remove the watermark

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- Beau Taplin

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just a lovely couple being romantic 

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🚿💕🌫

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😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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OH 😳 (©wdohwan)

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YUMI’S CELLS 2 (2022) dir. Lee Sang Yeob

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Ao3 writers are the strongest Avengers

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If I Could Sleep Deeply Enough: Poems, “Insomniac’s Prayer” by Vassar Miller

[ID: Oh, who will unsnarl my body / into gestures of love?]

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“I’m waiting for you.”

“To do what?”

“Leave me.”

Closer (2004) dir. Mike Nichols

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Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz

[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]

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MOVE TO HEAVEN S01E05

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jennie’s blonde front hair for anon~ 💖

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presenting the 00 line team dance!

bonus: reactions!

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i’ll let you go where it’s not safe i’ll let you go

she sits, face void of emotion, and looks ahead. past the letters congratulating her on her marriage on her desk and the beautiful, newly designed emblem hanging from the wall to the door beside it where fan stands.

he never tries to approach, not after they came to his home and suhwa was allowed to be left to her own devices. where she plays pretend, like she hasn’t seen these halls before, wasn’t submitted to a more humiliating chapter of her life. her lips thin at the thought.

his hand presses against the doorframe so tentatively, she catches the hesitancy with a quirk of her brows. putting distance between them is the easy thing to do, she recognizes this, and often does the same. specifically now that she’s been shown to rooms that are supposed to be hers but feel like another cage.

of his making: her father’s, fan’s. it’s all the same to suhwa.

“can i help you?” she doesn’t make the effort to smile. instead she wonders how long until he can look her in the eye. and how long until she no longer has to consider the stoic servants and the gossiping courtiers in this unfamiliar court who are sure to watch them with curious eyes and sharp tongues.

how much has fan revealed to his family of the plan he’d concocted to get to where he is right now?

her own spine straightens, perhaps to disperse with some of the tension the silence brings with it. she’s good with her games but in his country, fan has every advantage and to some degree, suhwa is terribly afraid of it. you reap what you sow, so goes the motto. 

her father’s violence wreaked havoc on fan’s home. she’s not blind enough to dismiss the devastation, little as she can do about it now.

“can i come in?” he doesn’t bother waiting for a response when the door quietly falls shut behind him. asking for permission is no longer a requirement and she knows he wasn’t asking but stating his intentions.

the silence swells and she feels something she can’t name constrict her throat.

“i’d rather you didn’t.”

“my parents want you to attend tonight’s banquet.”

judging from his tone, that’s an order. her top lip lifts in a silent sneer when she looks at him; of course they would. suhwa’s here to play her part of happy wife. a future empress who will see to the needs of fan’s people, not that he’d allow her to dismiss them.

fan may carry himself like a future monarch but she’s the one ultimately wielding the power. she wonders whether or not her father knows this, and what it would cost her to flat out refuse. but then, she would be stuck in her rooms the entire evening and the idea of that is rather upsetting. after experiencing what it means to be held captive, there’s only so much loneliness you can endure without suffocating from it.

thinking about her isolation and fan’s role in it often reminds her of another person and it makes the dissonance between past and present feel more palpable.

but an evening spent in her company would hurt him more than it would do her harm. there’s no going around the fact that at least to his parents’ court, he’s a prince in love. suhwa marvels at how brilliantly they sell this. and how much she wants to punish him for doing what he did to her.

maybe she’ll be the one to suffocate him this evening instead.

“i’ll be there.” / @solisocasum

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@solisocasum​.

changmin loves his friends.

almost as much as he loves having to attend a surgery for prostate cancer — which he doesn’t get to do nearly as often but that’s beside the point.

he loves his friends because they’re all just as weird as he is and if high school and the first half of his college years felt uncomfortable to him because he didn’t really belong anywhere, then at least he’s managed to find real friends during his residency.

what he doesn’t love is minghee laughing so hard that the beer comes out of her nose.

“you’re disgusting,” he mutters with a frown while handing her a tissue, to the ever-lasting amusement of the rest of the group. jonghyun, red-faced and with a big grin adorning his features, looks like he’s not gonna sober up for the rest of the evening while aera has one elbow on the table so she can rest her head on the palm of her hand.

suho is the only other one who’s sober (or well, at least sober enough) but that’s considering that changmin and he are having an early morning shift which means they’ll have to be at the hospital before five to start the daily check-ups. the rest can, much to changmin’s chagrin, sleep in.

“you know what’s disgusting?” oh-oh. minghee feeling like she’s being treated unfairly will always end with changmin needing to take time off to mend his wounds. that woman is a beast when it comes to hurling insults at someone else.

“don’t,” jonghyun interrupts, clearly trying his best to come across as serious. the foolish grin he shoots minghee doesn’t really convince changmin of it, though. beside him, suho and aera snicker.

“minghee said she saw you making eyes at the new pediatrician,” aera’s voice cuts into the ensuing silence with remarkable ease while she flutters her eyes at him benignly.

changmin internally cringes at the way she phrases this like he’s been actively hitting on someone who could very well be his superior. also because he is far too sober to have this kind of talk when more than half of his friends are wasted and now particularly interested in the details of his non-existent love life. besides, he doesn’t “make” eyes at anyone, he’s just looking.

has to, really, considering how pretty she is. but — wait, he’s getting off track. changmin blinks, mouth opening before his jaw clamps shut again. aera oohs and both jonghyun and suho shoot him an amused look while minghee raises her hand like she’s about to give a speech. “see, he’s into her, didn’t i say so? changmin, i want you to know — ” she turns to him and he’s genuinely so baffled that for a moment, he forgets to be horrified at what’s about to come out of his best friend’s mouth.

(hopefully not vomit.)

“ — that she’s married.”

he deflates. suho and jonghyun half-cough, half-laugh at the sudden statement while aera’s eyes just grow big. “she’s married? but she’s so young!”

“and you’re old?” minghee grins. changmin, who’s been blushing the past ten minutes, is about to get up to pay for the bill so he can save himself from more embarrassing stories but he’s still somehow glued to his chair. damn. why are his legs giving out on him now, of all times?

“dodged a bullet,” suho exclaims before his grin morphs into something that alerts changmin to something very stupid that is sure to follow, “ — well unless he’s staying true to his word and moving to a new city after the deed’s done.”

the table bursts into laughter and even changmin manages a wry smile despite his very red ears.

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Kang Tae Oh as Lee Young Hwa in RUN ON (2020)