#I dont know why it wouldn't let me post it with the words attached

[sannehnagi]

At the end of a long thin road lies the village of little-egg, pale-gold larch trees close it in tighter than a wall

and in the autumn the mist only touches the ground on Sundays

Much rich selling smoke from well made chimneys and aged crisp wood rise up to very clear night stars which look like nails in a strong black roof

wolves howl in the forest but are never seen.

Thick skins make each house

green onions shoots poke from every garden

T’aanuuntši possesses several fields whose soil forgive every offense

four horses, ten cows, two hens, and a rooster for every family, 

3 sheep, one pregnant, one goat who has a passion for onion shoots, 

and a river so small that it forgot its own name but which allows for T’aanuuntši to have one mill.  

A liking for meat keeps these numbers pleasantly accurate.

Rain comes only when everyone has shut their door as tight as they can.  

Snow comes only after everyone has chopped all the logs he needs.  

no one ever leaves t’aanuuntši, 

what is out there to want? 

And no one ever comes from out of town.

  IN T’aanuuntši they have a saying-

“t’aanuuntši has many things, but the forest has t’aanuuntši.”  

Another thing t’aanuuntši possesses is a short wide house where narala’ lives with her husband.  

She has always lived here and never anywhere else.  

One other thing t’aanuuntši owns is the secret sight of narala’ laying naked in the forest drying her black hair in the sun.

Every five days she touches the iron keys above her hearth but cannot remember what they unlock.

Then she takes her favorite horse, Arugiitlaq, and gallops into the forest so fast her heart flies out ahead of her,

 her bow across her back she hunts in the shadows, crouching chasing, and every five days her peels of laughter are the town’s church bells.

 She returns with deer, rabbits, pheasants, or goose, sometimes a wolf that howls but is not seen flopped over arugiitlaq’s broad back.  

Narala’ shares her meat with her village 

no one likes wolf-soup much, but no one complains,

 just as narala’ does not complain when her hens forget to give her eggs. 

Life is like that.

Narala’s husband, Uguunagaaš, is so beautiful he could lend a cup of his beauty to each man in T’aanuuntši and still charm the bark from his dogs.

Wheat falls into loaves at his feet, but also at the feet of his friends and all of t’aanuuntši is friends with Uguunagaaš.

When he bends to pull roots from the earth he sings a little song of four lines with five words each and the last word of the song is wife.

His cow becomes pregnant and he offers the calf to the family with the least cows and the milking heifer to the family with the most children.  

Of the goat he says nothing but lets him go on his onion hunting way. 

ONce Narala’ woke and saw someone working in the fields before t’aanuuntši had rubbed the dreams from its eyes,

“who is that?’

the someone wore a black coat and cut grain with an enormous pair of shears

“dont look at him, aroqim, and let him take his share.” 

Said her handsome husband and she thought no more of it.

Many more folks bustle and quarrel and clap their hands over their ears in T’aanuuntši, that is what villages are like.

All day long this or that grandmother can tell tales that stretch on and on like taffy.

Cows moan in the grass,

hens flutter when the rooster wanders by, 

the earth turns blackly wetly under plows, 

and for a while, just a little while, 

everything shines and nothing is the matter anywhere, ever.

T’aanuuntši has always been here and never anywhere else.  

It has always possessed these people, their horses, ten cows, three hens, and a rooster for every family, three sheep, the small nameless river and its mill, 

the solitary goat who would stop eating everyone’s onions if he knew what was good for him, 

and several fields whose deep dark soil forgives everything done to it.

In the house of Narala’ and Uguunagaaš even the windows laugh,

 and he sets on her like the sun and all her teeth show when she smiles.

  Each day she looks at the iron keys and tries to think, 

“Where have i see those, when have i needed such a thing that i needed to lock?” 

and each day, except sunday when the mist is down, she shakes her head to gather it and strides out onto the long thin road.

That afternoon Narala’s goes tot he well after t’aanuuntši has shaken off the day’s dust and sees someone working the field.

The someone wears a bright hat of many colors and cuts the grain with great shears.

“who is that?” she asks her husband,

“do not look at him, aroqim, let him take his share.”

on Friday Narala’ goes to the fields to cut grain, in T’aanuuntši the grain always sighs to be cut.

Even six months pregnant she does not shirk but takes up a sickle and sets to work, its handle well worn by all the hands of T’aanuuntši.

The sun polishes the tips of the trees and turns Narala’s hair blue.

Up she raises the sickle and down again, 

and the blade knocks back the golden stalks, 

and the solitary goat bleats ecstacy as he discovers a patch of wild onions no one will scold him for devouring.  

Up and down again sings the sickle and a woman drops a stitch in her knitting and Arugiitlaq deliberately throws a shoe so Narala’ will have to tend to him later for he is that sort of beast. 

And the grain falls in a cairn,

 and without knowing why the women of t’aanuuntši go to their well tilled field, whose soil forgives them all, 

and they watch Narala’ without understanding why it is they came to watch a pregnant woman with a belly like a full drawn bow,

 her sickle raised like a sword slicing again and again, 

her sweat dampening her hair, 

as the sun sings a little song of four lines of five words each, and the last word is... death.

[hellonerf]

Would you be willing to share more on caname thoughts? 👀👀

how kind of you to ask... ☺️ well since im thinking about them as humans right now i like thinking about them raised in stereotypical countryside america... but im not american so apologies this is all relayed from a faraway lens. im a fan of small towns as a setting in general. i like mundaneness and routine as a start. i like usage of quiet and ambience...

anyways i don't have any particular ideas but i do like imagining caname going through day to day life in that kind of strange quiet. you get tired of the other but the day goes on. the thought of "nothing changes" is the hardwiring. ☺️(gleeful) and the others presence is seen as a permanent fixture that you dont even think twice about it. i think then if weird things were to happen they wouldn't think twice about it either. i like them... glued together... far out from everyone else that they dont even notice. i think they have a really passive relationship with god(christian protestant)

an idea on top of this idea is if they know they could be more, that ame that wants to be more 🤔 i feel like theres always an easily unlockable ambition in him. he cant just live here forever knowing he could be doing so much more... he has something waiting for him... he knows it 🤤 maybe he wants cana to come with him because theyre twins so obviously?! good place of conflict. cana doesnt want to just fall in step with him... frustrating that ame is never happy with where he is. why does he have to be so selfish 🤬😞 forced to unglue... permanently unglued? i love resentment. i love a bitter cana towards ame. even if it doesnt escalate to insanity i think i love when theres the air of uneasiness on them(like that hws strip after the revolution where ame and cana have a whole imaginary argument but theyre shaking hands irl... a favorite strip) in general i just love a caname where ame leaves home early for whatever reason while cana stays back

how i tend to think of them is i dont think they really have an idealized nostalgia with each other. a level of nostalgia is there for the kindest of childhood days maybe but i think they dont think of each other like. 😢 Wow.... We were so happy and well together back then... the nostalgia is probably more attached to the quietness of it. a just us two kind of thing. maybe except for like times of ame being a pissy teenager and drastic separation, but even so i always think they're thinking of each other like. 🤬 hes so annoying! hes so stupid hes so cowardly! hes so selfish! it feels so weird to not have him around! how could he! i miss him! i hate him! i guess the theme here is i imagine the separation somehow being able to be seen as one of their "faults", if not then the circumstance soured their view on each other. could be from how they saw the other react to it or general frustration bubbling up or maybe just copium so they dont feel so horrible about it. they dont seem it but they are attached to each other... Plz... caname shipper that likes to imagine their very young selves frolicking in the grass tralalala-ing everyday not doing anything. shocker

i love to contrast them with relationships where theyre not supposed to love each other. in caname its like theyre not supposed to hate each other. but they do but they really care about each other still. its best if they stick together but its seriously troubling. lets go our separate ways... we dont align... go chase your dreams or whatever... everyone else is far away from here but if you want to so bad then you can be alone... tsk... well i didnt say i wanted to be alone you just wont come with me... (punches each other and cries and then goes home and falls face first and cries again)

anyways. well. i think its good to have a caname that thinks of each others presence as inherent. i think this is good. 🙂‍↕️ is this marriage? this was almost a simple na brothers post with how i worded everything but actually this is still a caname heavy blog. 🙂 theyre the highest on each others priority list and even still if they romance other people. 🙂‍↕️... yeah..... im really making sense...

[jackiietaylor]

☕️ people saying eddie is coming back next season + the love for him but complete disregard for max

thank you for asking! this turned out really long

hmm first of all, i don't think he's coming back. i mean i loved him as a new addition and wouldn't be opposed to it if it did happen, but its not going to. thats not really what you asked but let me start with that anyway. i completely understand why people want him back and weren't happy with his death/why he died/how he died, but i can't really say i feel the same way. i mean ill be honest, i was reading spoilers for months before the season came out and knew he was a goner, so maybe thats why im not really interested in a plot where hes alive, but i think it was kinda obvious that he existed the way he did just so they didnt have to kill steve. and i think stranger things as a whole, because of the way they have handled character deaths in literally every season so far (barb, bob, alexei, chrissy, etc), has this weird phenomenon where fans get way more attached to new side characters that exist only to die than the writers have ever intended, and that combined with the constant use of fake out deaths has created this idea that everyone needs to or is going to come back even when it doesnt make a ton of sense or would set the story back. i think theres so many interesting plot lines being set up for s5 (el vs vecna final showdown, max, wills connection to the upside down/vecna, the upside down literally leaking into hawkins) and i just dont think bringing back a character who had a decent (in my opinion) death scene would be a great use of screen time. but like i said i get that people really like him and want him back so if they want to theorize that hes somehow coming back as a vampire or whatever i have no problem with it. they seem like theyre having fun idk

(i dont even know how to word what im trying to answer the second part of your message so this is a little all over the place sorry.) you bring up a really good point about the differences in reaction to eddie and max. i can't say im particularly surprised that all the attention after volume 2 went to eddie instead of max. i think just about everything to do with max's arc this season was done almost perfectly, and its really unfortunate that so much of that is being ignored. also back to what i was saying before about theories, theres so few people really talking about what happened to max/where she is (in terms of the fact that el couldn't find her in the void)/how's shes going to get freed from wherever she is. i think that part of the finale was so interesting but its largely ignored because maxs "death" was overshadowed by eddies. and I dont think that was the intention in the way that those scenes were written, I think thats entirely because of fan reaction. and kinda unrelated but ive also seen a ton of people posting about st and eddie in particular that have either a. not seen the show at all or b. only watched s4 for him, which i mean theres nothing wrong with, but it definitely shows in the discussion thats been happening about volume 2/season 4 as a whole. anyway long story short max has been one of the best characters on the show since s2 and people need to acknowledge that more, especially because so much of s4 revolved around her but shes barely being talked about, even when her plot going into s5 is probably going to be one of the most interesting

send me a topic + ☕️ and ill tell my honest opinion about it

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 11: Safe and Sound

This promt is the continuation of my SSM21 Day 10 promt.

***

"He was killed?"

"Yeah."

"Who did?"

"Some Konoha girl."

Snorted, "Didn't think Sasori would be defeated by a female."

"I wouldn't look past that. She is the Fifth Hokage's apprentice. Sakura Haruno if I'm not mistaken."

"I haven't heard about her."

"Meh, she's young. Anyway, I heard Sasori's henchmen is after her. She was able to create antidote for his famous poison. They went rage and wanted to kill her."

"Of course they will be. His poison is what kept them strong all this while."

"True. But I don't think they know though. The Konoha people."

"Sasori do works in secret. No one exactly knew he has a group of his own. If you weren't one of 'em before, we wouldn't have known either."

"Sneaky one, I must say."

-

The conversation Sasuke had accidentally heard during one of his mission for Orochimaru played in his mind.

There is only one female with pink hair in the village he left behind.

Sakura.

Sasuke was panting rather heavily, as he looks over the mess before him. A few of older men laying on the forest floor, at the brink of their death after the ever so furious Sasuke Uchiha, knocked them out of their breath, killing each and everyone of them.

It's been 2 years, and knowing the pink haired ex teammate of his were in danger, that she isn't aware of, knicked him off making he went reckless and find the pursuer at the boarder of the Konoha village. He was lucky he found them first, or else he might be the one laying on the ground, waiting for death calling for him.

He was furious, more to himself than anyone else. He had severed the bond, he was sure of it. But why, just at the mention of the pink hair konoha kunoichi made him do things he doesn't want to, things he should not necessarily do. Sure, they have started exchange letters by his summon, but he still doesn't want to have anything to do with her for now, until his goal is fulfilled.

Sasuke let out a defeated sigh, before he move away from Sasori's henchmen.

As if has the mind of their own, his legs and body makes it way through the forest towards Konoha hidden village. He quickly move to the top of the building when he reached the village at midnight.

From where he is locating, he can see that Sakura's window is widely open as if inviting him in.

Without further ado, he move using the roof and hop onto an electrical post to have a better view into Sakura's room.

He can clearly saw Sakura's sleeping figure as she sleeps with only her head peaking out of the blanket while the other part of the body was covered under it.

She looks distress, rather than calm in her sleep made Sasuke couldn't help but go closer and got into her room.

As if sensing Sasuke's presence, Sakura's head tilted to his direction.

Sasuke hold his breath and wait to see her reaction. When she didn't make any move after that, Sasuke let out a relief sigh.

He moves closer, standing beside her bed looking down at her trouble looking sleeping figure. Slowly, Sasuke sit himself on her tiled floor and stare at her sleeping face.

And then, "S–Sasuke - k-kun."

It was so faint, he almost couldn't hear it but of course he knew she was saying his name.

"P-please dont go." She mumurs again.

-

Sakura blinks, and when she did it for third time, she sees Sasuke. It isn't really Sasuke she knew though. Sasuke she remembered from her dream doesn't look as matured as this, and he usually wear a dark blue shirt that he often wore during their genin days. Sakura quickly dismiss the widen eyes Sasuke, thinking that its another dream.

Sakura groans, as she stretched out a little.

"You're up."

That voice makes her stop mid stretching, as her head snap to her side. "Sasuke-kun!"

She sat up so quick that her head went buzzed with dizziness. She hold it and wince, "Oww."

"Slow down." He said, somehow amused.

At that voice, she look at him. Biting her lips as tears of happiness and longing pooled in her eyes, she lunged herself at the Uchiha, bringing him into her embrace.

She was crying, that was obvious, "I missed you so much." She said in between her sobs, tightening her hold on him, afraid that he's going to leave her too soon.

"I should go back now." Sasuke said.

"I know. Ju–just let me hug you a second." She heard him sigh before he complies and circle his own hands around her. One of his hand is lowering her head to under his chin as he sniffs her hair.

"Your hair smell different, again." He mumbles.

"No, not really. I'm still using the same shampoo, but I just got back from the hospital few hours ago so the smell must've mixed with antiseptic or something." And then she cries harder, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you're coming, if I do I would've shower and wash my hair with that shampoo you like so much, but I just went out of a 24-hour shift and I was just so god damn tired, and one of my patients just died, and I could've save him, but I couldn't." And now she is crying with a whole different reason.

When finally, finally, her cries subsided, Sasuke spoke, "I don't mind. And I don't like them so much. It was just pleasant than this one." She likes how he purposefully left the dead patient out as he runs his fingers through her unruly hair. It always soothe and calmed her when he did, and he knew that.

She whines again, saying something she thought as I could've smell way better than this. Liking the way his hand combing her hair. A wave of nostalgia hit her like a tsunami as their secret moment as genin plays in her mind, if possible, she tighten her hands around him even more. She was just so glad Sasuke isn't one to complain simple stuff like that.

When they were in their kind-of-dating relationship, Sasuke has always sniff on her hair, he once revealed that he likes her smell, it was floral green shampoo which smell minty rain forest. She unfortunately had to change her shampoo to a coconut with vanilla scented shampoo when Pakkun said he use the same one. It traumatised her to use the same shampoo as a dog.

"It's still your smell." He heard him say as he breaths in her scent again causing the heat move up to her face. She pulls away gently to look him in the eye.

Before she utters a single word, Sasuke spoke, "You were hunt by Sasori's henchmen."

Sakura's eyes widen at the news, "What? How do you know?"

Sakura watch as his shoulder moves up and down slowly, "I have my source."

"From Orochimaru?"

Sasuke shakes his head, "No. They didn't even know Sasori was dead."

She nodded, feeling relieved, if Orochimaru knew, their chances went lower to zero to put up to their idea in finding his hideout, "Good. I have to be careful, then."

"There's no need. I killed them all."

This time, Sakura's eyes widen again in surprised, "What?"

"You heard me."

"I know, but why?"

He rolls his eyes and scoff, "Because who else is going to clean the Uchiha compound if you're dead." he deadpan.

The sarcasm lacing through the sentence was so loud that Sakura has to laugh, "You're such a dork, Sasuke-kun."

"Hn." Was his smart boring response.

"Do you have any injuries? I can heal you."

"Just small cuts hear and there. I'll be fine." But Sakura insist.

"Please, let me show off my improved skills while you're away."

And show off she did.

"You're good."

Sakura beamed, with small blush covering her cheeks, "I've learnt from the best."

"That's good, then. I can't seems to regret leaving you now that you're able to heal and kill at the same time."

"Sasuke-kun, don't say that. I will always wanted you stay. It feels so lonely when I sat at the dock few weeks after your departure, that I had to stop going."

Sasuke didn't voice out anything after that as they sit in silence.

"Thank you for coming tonight,"

Sasuke shrugs, "Just want to make sure you're safe and sound."

Sakura's teeth sunk into her lower lips as a sob makes it way out of her throat, he's saying goodbye. Without very much of a warning, Sakura cup Sasuke's cheeks, angle her head and capture his lips with hers.

Her tears cascade down her cheeks at the nostalgic way Sasuke went rigid at her sudden attack before he kiss her with just the same intensity. His lips is still as soft as she remembered, he's still a little bit stiff at the beginning of their kiss, and still so furiously good as they went by.

When they pull apart, both were breathing so hard as their forehead attached, "I love you, Sasuke-kun. I still do. Always do."

"I know," He said, and then, "Thank you, Sakura." All she can feels is a soft peck on her forehead while her eyes focus on the whirling of tomoe of Sasuke's sharingan, bringing her to a deep slumber.

[someone-worth-racing-for]

And here I am again, on the topic of Carlos haters. I'm actually very happy for you for not being around people who wish him to crash or to die, because there are so many out there. And its scary. Especially in F1. In a sport where every single fan knows, how it can end. In a sport where its not that inpossible for a driver to actually loose his life. And still they are out there.

Triggerwarning, don't read if you get emotional easy

I had someone telling me that he wishes for Carlos to die, and that his whole family should see it, and that he should have a long and horrible death, which should cause him a lot of pain because "this is what he deserves".

And this broke me. Because its F1. Because it could happen. And I wouldn't know what do if Carlos would actually loose his life, not to imagine his family... And there are people out there who actually put it into words. Its distrubing, alarming. And it leaves me helpless. What should I with messages like it? How can I stop it?

I got nightmares of any kind of drivers dieing because of stuff like this. Because people throw around words without thinking. Or maybe its my fault? Because I'm too attached to drivers? Maybe their death or those people shouldnt bother me?

If you dont feel like sharing this message (because it might be quite disturbing and I got carried away quite a lot, sorry for that) but still wanna answer me, you can call me "Jamie B." in your post and I will still know that you meant me and this message. I was gonna write you a DM but it feels better to stay anonym in this topic, or people might use this against me.

Trigger warning - the following text and also the ask above contains content that some may find disturbing. Please, read with care.

Seriously, anonym - I'm very glad you sent this message to me, because such things need to be talked about and not get ignored! It's so important to talk about this topic and not just look past it.

Yeah, I know I can call myself really happy to be around people who don't wish Carlos or any other driver any harm. Yes, not everyone of the people I follow/talk to support Carlos to 100%, but at least they all stay respectful and are grown up enough to know that you DON'T say duch things! NEVER EVER! ABOUT NO ONE!

Like I have said before, I really wasn't aware about that there are (still) so many people out there, that say stuff like that and even worse they also really mean the thoughtless things they say serious. Mostly because I block every account that comes past my way and is not respectful towards Carlos.

And like I have also said before, I have never seen such a hate post before, but hearing about the (anonym) message you have got gives me chills the worst possible way. This just can't be true, or?! I actually don't even know where to start here..

First of all, it's okay for me to send me anonym asks or requests for fics, but if you have to say something, if you want to tell someone your opinion then for fuck's sake have the damn balls to not send it anonym! I'm pretty sure most of those hate messages people receive are because of the damn anonymity of the internet. First those people are cowards in my eyes and second they really need to see a therapist for just thinking stuff like that, not even mention it to write them down, take their time to send it to someone and overall mean that also serious!

In what a sick world are we actually living to wish someone's (long, painful) death and also let his/her loved ones/family watch him/her dying!? How sick is that?!

Yes, Carlos had said/done some things in the past he shouldn't have and he could have at least apologized for it, but that still doesn't give you the right to wish him stuff like that! He is still only human, like you and me. No one, really no one deserves this!

And the thought that some people would really cheer in front of their TV, if something should ever happen to Carlos makes me really, really sick. Because like you have already said, anonym - stuff like that can happen so easily and quickly in this sport. Carlos or anyone else could really die out there! They could really lose their lives, for real!

I really want to know (no, I actually don't even want to know) what goes through those people's mind, what they are thinking when they write those words down. I mean, how would they feel, if they would read stuff like that about themselves somewhere on the internet from complete strangers (even worse, you don't even know their identity)? (God, I really hope Carlos won't ever have to read those kind of messages) How would they feel about that? What would those words make to them? Don't they see their loved ones/family in front of their inner eyes how they would react, if you would be the one passing away? Are they really so cold and heartless to not ask themselves those questions before sending those messages? Do they really don't think at all before? What's wrong with these people? Have they never received any love in their lives?

To your ask about what you should do - talk, talk about it! Talk with your family, friends or with me about it (also anonymous, it's totally alright if want to stay anonym in this case). Talking about it helps, believe me.

I can also call myself lucky once again, because I have never received such hate messages before (this will probably change after this post..),but if I would get any, I would publish them. Maybe I wouldn't respond anything, but I would want people to know about it, because it's not okay, it's actually the worst thing ever.

And maybe, but only maybe, those people will change their minds if they will read other people's thoughts on their death treats, maybe they will finally be able to understand that such things are unacceptable, that they finally need to educate themselves properly, grow up and finally start to be good.

But if you don't want to publish those messages or read any of their words anymore, you should better really deactivate anonym asks. It's really for your own good and mental health, because I can tell you are suffering a lot because of it.

And if I have understood you right here (God, I really hope I haven't) and you actually know the person who has told you this, then please stop any contact with that person, if he/she doesn't want to understand why this is the worst thing ever. Stay away from those people who aren't good for you and who obviously aren't happy with their own lives. You don't need them. You don't have to listen to their sick thoughts.

But please, don't search the problem by yourself - it's really not your fault at all. You can support/be a fan of whoever you want and there will always be people who disagree with you - which is actually okay - but what these people are doing is more than just sick. It's not your fault that people are like that, their problems are not on you.

I hope I could help you here a little, anonym - but don't ever forget, if things should become too much, please talk with someone about it or take a step back from social media.

And please, also don't ever forget - don't fight hate with hate!

Stay safe, anonym and enjoy the good things in life ❤️

[syubub]

SOULMATE READING- TAEHYUNG

First of all, sorry about the pic. Second is the disclaimer. This is a tarot reading meant for entertainment only. Thirdly, I decided to do each member as an individual post bc I think it's less hassle that way 💕

Okay

Okay. So. Wow.

I don't know where to start with Tae. His soulmate and him have the most ideal relationship. The cards for the relationship aspect is 100% soulmate vibes. I mean come on, the 2 of cups (soulmate card), 4 of wands (marriage) and the lovers all right next to eachother? Hot damn. They definitely travel together a lot and his Soul Bae might be a good entrepreneur? Idk but they are both financially set.

I think we should start with physical attributes first. I have a strong feeling that they will be naturally blonde or have blonde hair at the time they meet. The color yellow is also important (Taes energy is very yellowish gold to me. Coincidence?). I also get the sense that this is an old soul. May be older than Tae but definitely an old soul. A youthful face. Sort of fun yet intimidating look to them. They might have sharp features (specifically eyes which could be a grayish brown? Possibly even have heterochromia? Might have light freckles. Puts effort into the way they look but also just wakes up looking flawless. Might be from abroad. His soulmate might be very interested in France, have a very French aesthetic or lived in France. His soulmate is very much like him. Relatively tall? Modelish but unconventional, like kinda built, lanky, boxy. Strong legs. Wavy hair? Idk. A balance of masculine and feminine traits. The type to enjoy being fancy but also super down to play video games and can definitely out drink Tae. Definitely. Looks good in sweats lol.

onto how/where they'll meet. It might be when he is alone at a museum in France standing in front of a statue of Venus (It popped into my head and i couldn't not write it down) or perhaps when one party is traveling and they meet on a hike or in nature or something like that. Possibly even at a work function. As for when they meet. It is up to both parties to decide to come into union spiritually. If that makes sense? They both will be drawn to eachother when the time is right for them.

Onto this person's personality. Earthy influences. Romantic!!! Romantic. So romantic. Their love language is words of affirmation. This person is very chivalrous? Idk like this person is very gentlemanly? Like, they want to take care of tae and will open doors for him and stuff. Makes him chocolate covered strawberries. Also very intune to ~otherworldly~ things. Lowkey a psychic. Idk why but this person it like guided by Taes guides sometimes? Like, they'll just pop in. And like, when it's time for them to meet, Tae grandma will give him every fucking sign to be like, "THIS ONE!! THIS IS YOUR SOULMATE, KID!" (Also, topic for a different day but i have a mad feeling that Tae communicates with the dead, specifically his grandma, and that's why he trust/ relies on his "angels" so much.) I don't want to be insensitive or step on toes or anything but like Taes grandma probably communicates with Taes soulmate too? And like, I keep getting an image of Tae and his soulmate sharing dreams? Idk it's a lot. And I think I've said it before but Taes soulmate is... massive... like, energy wise. Theres almost like an archaic, out of this world feeling to this person and they have to be spiritual or imma shout. Like, this person. Is. Crazy. Idk what's up but it's almost like there's a wall? Like, I'm not privy to it because my small little fragile conciousness would shatter in its presence? Maybe a bit dramatic but there is a lot behind this person and their union with Tae. This person has been through a lot and might be closing an old chapter in their life when Tae comes in. This person might feel lost? Like, they have such massive energy but human life is stupid and confusing and they dont know how to channel energy into productivity? Might also fear abandonment and commitment so they have a hard time really connecting with people because they get attached easily and are afraid to lose them. An empath? Very creative and able to manifest pretty much anything. For archetype cards, I got: artist, shape-shifter, knight, messiah. Very very creative and can probably draw in experience from different levels of conciousness? Like this person is an artsy, spiritual Joan of Arc.

So. Cards about their situation are Soul Family and Inner Temple. Essentially they both need to awaken and call eachother in. They need to fully be themselves and just exist!

Cards to Tae from his Soul Bae: progress, not perfection, answered prayers, unconventionality, big bold vision, beyond the mind the heart beats, sacred fool.

Okay. His Soulmate is a funny one, I'll get to that soon, but also very genuine. Like this person wants to see him grow and Express full potential. Bae wants him to stop caring what others think and be weird! Theres stuff he doesn't talk about with other people (perhaps the fact that hes way more spiritually intune than most. Not by choice either though. He was born with this shit. He probably saw faeries as a kid and shit) Bae wants him to settle back and listen to his inner self and nurture what's already there. This is a line from the description of sacred fool, "Don't try to be appropriate, don't try to be socially acceptable and worry about what others may think about what you are doing-just be. If you want to wear a mad hat whilst doing so, fine." Bae wants him to have fun and do whatever the fuck he wants to do because Tae being happy is what's important. Like, if Tae went and bought a literal circus and was like, "this is my dream, its who I am" Bae would be like, "...are you sure?" And if he was sure, then his soulmate would double check everything, make sure hes safe and dive in head first with him. It's very supportive but also his soulmate is practical. Like, his soulmate wouldn't willingly let him do anything that would directly harm him or ruin his life, you know? This is his guardian angel. His love. His tried and true. One and only. It's ridiculous and they will have kids and a farm. Fight me on that.

I wanted to channel a message from his soulmate to him and I got a laugh, something about "our four leaf clover" "He needs a haircut" and, "Tell him he's dense but I'll love him forever in this life and the next. Forever."

Then I thought, well, Jimin is definitely Taes platonic soulmate so like Taes Bae and Chim have to get along and I got the cutest image of Tae, Taes Bae, Jimin and Jimins soulmate all sitting together in a garden drinking tea and laughing and all of their guides are watching them with smiles and the rest of Bangtan and their soulmates come into the garden with their soulmates and it's a cute Soul-party and now I'm super soft.

Theres so much to say about this soulmate union and really even just his soulmate because it's such a powerful energy and I think someday I want to do a part 2 for this because I have lots of questions. I feel like these two can have any sort of life together. Like they both hold the pen and are constantly writing and revising their life scripts. Also, I get the feeling that his soulmate is...hmm.. they give me the feeling that they might not exist? Like they do but at the same time they don't? Or maybe they're just like, deep. Like an onion. I'll put a pin in this for another time but it gives me a deep indigo type of feeling, you know? It's a whole thing. I'll do a part 2 for this.

Last comment. Taes Soul bae has great eyebrows? Idk why but that's a thing apparently.

TLDR

Tae has a fantastic soulmate who is impressively cool, they have the cutest life together and they are definitely going to live the cutest domestic life ever? Also, Tae probably wants to have 6 kids so each kid can have a designated Bangtan Godfather lol. Think artsy-museum-farmer-millionaires who have a house made of Gucci and matching rocking chairs.

Cute cute cute. Like I said, I'll expand on this later! Also, I apologize if it isn't very cohesive or doesn't make a lot of sense. I've been busy and my life is a little messy but I wanted to get this out!

Stay safe💜

[theogbadbitch]

Could've Been

"You can't love both of us....it doesn't work that way."

Somebody give me, uh

Somebody tell me the answers

Me and you isn't the answer (Uh)

Me and you isn't (No)

Maybe I'm tellin' myself that

But there ain't nothin' that'll change that

What good would it be, if I knew how you felt about me? (Yeah)

You awoke in his bed, again. The same California King bed that sat in the middle of the spacious room. A strong arm was securely thrown around your waist as you looked blankly out the large window over looking Wakanda. You slowly rose out of bed feeling that regret building up in your stomach.

You pulled on a robe then went to stand on the balcony. The cool wind caused you to pull your robe tighter to your body. Your wild curls blew along with wind while the moonlight illuminated your brown skin.

You know you shouldn't be here. In his bed, in this palace...you shouldn't be with him. No matter how much he confesses his love to you or how much you two make love in this palace, this bed...his heart belongs to someone else. No matter how hard you try to make him love you like he does her, he doesn't. He never will. So why keep going back? Why keep falling for the same smooth words and thoughtful gifts?

It could've been right but I was wrong (Uh)

Only think 'bout you when I'm alone (Yeah)

Part of me that cared inside it's gone

And I know, that I can't, get caught up

A lone tear fell down your face and you didn't bother to wipe it knowing the others would soon follow. In the beginning, you told yourself you wouldn't fall, told yourself you wouldn't get too attached. But you did. And now you're paying the price.

You turned to look at his sleeping figure as more tears fell. The moonlight touched his darkskin just like it highlighted yours. Even in his sleep he looked perfect. A part of you hated him. Hated him for stringing you on, for all the pain he's caused you. But he isn't making you do anything. You had the choice to not get involved with him but you did anyway. He had a choice, you or her and he chose her no matter how much he denies it.

We could've been

And we try to pretend

Every now and again

We don't dream about, don't think about what

We could've been

Though I'm holding it in

'Cause I know in the end

You dream about, I think about what

We could've been

We could've been (Yeah)

We could've (Damn)

Now you're standing on his balcony in nothing but a robe crying because you love him. You found yourself on the ground with your head between your knees sobbing quietly.

The salty tears were hot as they ran down your face while the high winds sent chills down your spine. A shift was heard from somewhere in the room but you were too long gone in your tears to notice. A tall figure appeared in the doorway with a yawn. His eyes looked down at your frame only seeing the wild curls blowing with the harsh wind.

Remember?

Remember the night in Miami

First time you put your arms around me

I'm up reminiscin' (Ooh, yeah)

Thinking 'bout you isn't helping

Thinking 'bout you doesn't tell me

What good it would do, if I decide to face the truth

It was like the more your tears fell, the more the wind picked up. His handsome face scrunched up into one of confusion as he quietly approached you. He rubbed your arms with a worried expression.

"sithandwa sam, why are you out here? Its freezing." You lifted your head to look at his face. His arms automatically tried to softly bring you closer when he saw the tears flowing down your beautiful face. You shook your head and stood up. He of course stood up with you as you attempted to wipe at your eyes.

"Why are you crying?" You chuckled darkly before more tears fell.

"Where is she this time T?"

"What are you-"

"Nakia. The love of your life. Your other 'sithandwa sam'. Where is she? Tokyo? Paris? America? Or with her family?" His face softened at your words while more tears fell.

"I can't do this anymore."

"sithandwa sam-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Your voice echoed back while a rough breeze blew past your face.

"You dont love me. You love Nakia. You always have. I can't keep on doing this with you. This ends now." You made your way inside still wiping away at your eyes angrily.

"Usana calm down-"

"Your native tongue won't work this time." You slipped from the robe and started to dress back into your clothes. You had to go. You couldn't keep hurting yourself. All you wanted was to be the one he loved, but you weren't. As sad as it is, its the truth. Tonight he loves you but tomorrow he pretends he doesn't know you. It hurts to see him holding her when the night before he made love to you in the same bed she laid her head in.

It could've been right but I was wrong

Only think 'bout you when I'm alone

You only hit me up when she's not home

And that's why, I can't, get caught up

You're more disgusted with yourself more than anyone. This isn't like you and you're ashamed to have let nice words and a warm smile change you. A tear fell down his beautiful face as you sat to put on your shoes.

"Usana, I love you. You know I do." He crouched in front of you placing his large hands on your knees. You placed your small hand on his face before placing a sweet kiss to his lips. You softly removed his hands before placing a kiss on them while another tear fell down his face.

We could've been

And we try to pretend

Every now and again

We don't dream about, don't think about what

We could've been (Oh, yeah)

Though I'm holding it in

'Cause I know in the end

You dream about, I think about what

We could've been

We could've been

We could've

We could've been

What we could've been, we could've been

You rose and grabbed your things sliding past his tall frame. You turned to him at the door with tears clouding your soft brown eyes.

"You can't love both of us...it doesn't work that way." And with that you were gone. For good.

Ayy

What we could've been

What we should've been

If I wasn't, if I wasn't

With somebody, if you gotta hide it what's the point of trying?

I ain't just your friend, no, what's the point of lying?

Tryna sell a story ain't nobody buyin'

Look me in my eyes, don't that feel nice?

Why should it end? Baby, I could've been

I could've been him, more than your friend

Just say where and when, where to make a trip

Baby make a wish, be the one I’m with

Should’ve been a-, should've, could've, would have been, ay

Yeah I would have been (Damn)

Yeah I would have been (Yeah)

If you could be anything, you'd be the one he loved.

Damn, damn (Could've been)

Yeah, we could've been (Oh no)

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Okay what the hell is up with me and cheating fics ??? @goddessofthundathighs 💀

Since y'all liked that lil Erik short, I'm posting all this shit I got in my notes. @princessstevens