#cultural bg

[rpsense]

not the lost tomb anon but replying "if you think having a diversity rule forces somebody to play a poc then idk what to tell you" when they specifically said that in regards to lazy and inaccurate portrayals is incredibly oversimplifying the topic. remember when turkish fcs first started getting popular and all the white roleplayers were using them for characters like karen smith from utah? there's a lot of white roleplayers who accept diversity rules & join rps with those, or even put those rules in their OWN rps, but still erase any speck of cultural heritage on their characters, because they don't actually wanna play that character as a poc and consider what that entails, they just wanna have the diversity brownie points that comes with it. often times they'll play the same 5 OCs that all have a standard white fc but depending on diversity rules, get changed into a fcoc with no changes to the background whatsoever. it's very performative but unfortunately also very common, and i don't blame the other anon for wanting to avoid that.

i was trying to be nice but imo, it's a stupid ass reason for not wanting a diversity rule because there is a very simple way to avoid people like this. in addition, it's a tired excuse to not having a diversity rule i've heard plenty of times. - x

HI IM ADDING TO THIS

can i be honest with you ... PERSONALLY i would prefer if someone using a south asian faceclaim just wrote them the way they'd write any other muse rather than make them a caricature of their culture without doing proper research. and oftentimes what you find on the internet is largely just tropes and stereotypes. unless you actually have friends belonging to that culture it's hard to know where to draw that line between taking bits and pieces from the culture vs making their entire personality the fact that they're south asian. again, personally, this is how i feel in regards to south asian muses at least, people can have other opinions on the same topic. idk if i explained what i mean well enough but i think this whole discussion on writing diverse muses is a very complex one tbh with a lot of differing opinions on how best to approach writing someone from a different culture than what you yourself belong to, ykwim. - o

[lokh]

filtering including a separate tap, an on tap device or any other filter (eg jug, bottle)

bonus: where are you from and/or what is your cultural background

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ 이민형

summary : one thing about your boyfriend, mark, is that he would always take care of you — even if you were annoyingly drunk — and he was embarrassingly in love

genre : fluff, mark x afab!reader, slice of life tws : language, kissing, mentions of alcohol, pet names author notes : oh he’d be a good boyfriend i just know it word count : 1k

it’s a good thing the elevator in your apartment hadn’t gone out yet, otherwise the man on your arm would’ve been upset—though he’d never let you know that.

he just loved you too much for that. and you kept telling him about how much of a good night it was for you; he’d never dream of ruining that.

“baby,” he stated quietly, pulling your arm around his waist higher, as it kept slipping. ��hold on, just a little longer… why’d you have to live on the 10th floor? thank god the elevator isn’t out. is the view really worth it though?” he watched the numbers climb, illuminated electronically above the door.

your eyebrows furrowed, and though you were hunched against him, you willed your head up. deadpanning, you replied. “duh.” to which he just laughed at. “you just don’t get it mark! have you seen it? it’s beautiful! not more than you, but you know.”

“many times—actually, i helped you move in, baby.”

you giggled, head falling into his side. “y-yeah, you did… do you remember haechan falling up the stairs? he wasn’t even carrying anything heavy! oh my god, it was so funny i swear i peed my pants!”

mark thought that, for a drunk girl, you were very good at not sounding slurred with your words. however, standing or walking in a straight line were two very different tasks for you to accomplish in this state. but he thought it was cute that you thought of him to pick you up and make sure you got home safely. he loved that you loved him so much; shared so many memories with him and were still willing to make more. and truthfully, he loved you more.

the elevator dinged, the voice telling you that the doors were now opening. mark braced his arm around you tighter, hiking you up to be, at least a little, straighter.

you trudged along, holding him back with his attempts to keep a steady pace. you knew it was difficult to move on your own accord in your current state but, honestly you could’ve just fallen asleep on the floor if you fell.

“work—with—me—here, y/n. please,” he gritted, practically dragging your giggling figure. “do you even want to sleep in your own bed?”

your eyes narrowed soberly. “are you staying?”

“will that make you walk faster?”

as if possessed, the thought alone was enough to make you straighten your back and begin willing your legs to move—clumsily, but you knew your boyfriend was still a crutch to make sure you didn’t hit the floor.

he laughed in disbelief, then relief once you two finally had made it to your numbered door; mark putting in the passcode and it chiming with satisfaction.

“you scare me sometimes, baby.”

you hopped in place, the door swinging open with the length of his arm. you slumped against the wall, unhooking the strap of your heels and kicking them off.

“let’s go to bed!” and when you were about take off down the hall, a hand grabbed yours and stopped you—your feet comically still stomping in place. your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked over your shoulder in confusion.

“first,” he started, leading you down the hall; for a moment you thought he just didn’t want you to run, but he turned off into your bathroom. he hit the switch and illuminated the room, your eyes shutting instinctively. “your makeup.”

you whined, trying to get out of his grip. “no.”

“you’ll kill me in the morning, babe,” he grabbed your waist, hoisting you onto the counter and trapping you with his body. “it won’t take long.”

your pinky swung from the porcelain and into his view, “promise.” you weren’t asking, and that made him laugh.

his pinky connected with yours. “promise.” he replied adamantly, mimicking your movement and kissing the end of his balled fist.

he got to work, grabbing the remover and a couple cotton rounds. he gently swiped your skin, and you swear your head kept drifting to the side with tiredness. you couldn’t help that your boyfriend was the sole reason you could get a good-nights sleep. instead of trying to keep you up, he grabbed it, huffing out another laugh at your antics, but letting you fully fall asleep in his hand.

mark admired you as he tried his best to get the mascara off, smudging it and making you look a little foolish. he thought you were cute; the way your lips were parted, small snores leaving them. the slight crease of your brows as he put your moisturizer and serums on. he swears he could feel his heart swell, knowing you were just that comfortable around him—so adamant to have him by your side—to have him love you.

and he did.

he loved you so fucking much. his future was you. if he was your world, you were his sun. you were his lifeline. you were the one person he knew he could rely on without contest. if he was a producer, you were his muse. everything revolved around you. even if his thoughts weren’t originally for you, they’d eventually make their way back to you. he was excited to talk to you about anything and everything. he was blindsided by a love as strong as this mutual one. he’d die for you, and that’s why he lives.

honestly, he was so embarrassingly emotional right now for you, he could feel the tears welling up.

he swallowed the lump in his throat, grabbing the other side of your head and watching as you blinked blearily.

you smiled sleepily. “when’d you get here, baby?”

he could feel your arms climb to be around his neck, pulling him and simultaneously pushing yourself to get body-to-body. you always craved the warmth (even without thinking) like you were cold-blooded.

“i’m always here.” he kissed the side of your mouth, whispering against your lips. “now, let’s go to bed?”

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[lucabyte]

I don't know how everyone isn't also always constantly thinking about how burial rites seem to be potentially one of the few things Siffrin instinctively remembers about their culture. But rest assured. I am in fact always thinking about it.

Textless version where they're just hanging out. It's fine!

[renjuns-foolscover]

[12:48am]

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to call you 'dude' in a playful way but gets sulky when you call him anything else other than 'baby' or 'sweetheart'

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to bring you little souvenirs from around the world after his tour and while giving them to you he would say "saw this and thought of you" or "saw it and thought you would like it"

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to play the guitar for you if you can't sleep and refuses to go to sleep if he doesn't make sure that you are sleeping

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to lay on your stomach while you are on your phone just so he can be closer to you

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to be so obsessed with your thighs that he physically can't keep his hands off of them. You would be sitting on the couch watching tv or reading a book and he would just come and lay on your lap or sit next to you placing his hand on your thigh giving slight squeezes every now and then

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to see you in a more formal attire and not be able to take his eyes off you. He would stare all the time with those sparkly eyes of him and if you ask if you look weird he would smile and kiss your lips whispering in between kisses telling you how you are the prettiest person he has ever met

Mark Lee the type of boyfriend to send you good morning and good night texts everytime he is on tour just to check on you even if you have a huge time difference, you know you will always cute texts from him

[vacantgodling]

maryland miku aka old bay >>>>>

[baesiv]

[pop-punklouis]

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[archive4yong]

In a world of lies, where truth is a move between you and me

( 23.38 pm ) 💌 | moonlight taeyong ♡

[sunshyni]

bala de infância

resumo - namorar Jaehyun é como aquela balinha de iogurte com sabor de infância que te faz nostálgica.

avisos - primeiro de muitos textos que escrevi no ônibus (avisando de antemão que não se trata de uma escrita robusta exatamente por isso), provavelmente aborda algumas questões psicológicas que não avaliei a fundo, a protagonista perdeu um ente querido e acredito que seja isso!!

notinha da sun - não sei se é um texto triste ou feliz, mas eu gostei do resultado até, espero que vocês curtam!! Boa leitura, docinhos!! 🩰

Você desceu as escadas da faculdade correndo, tropeçando em pelo menos três degraus. Pegar o elevador seria muito demorado, cercada por tantas pessoas que, como você, queriam sair dali o mais rápido possível. Você odiava toda a pressão acadêmica, todas as atividades, todas as provas idiotas nas quais você colocava tanta pressão sobre si mesma, como se um pequeno erro pudesse determinar toda a sua trajetória. Sua vida estava uma bagunça, mas você estava começando a pegar o jeito nos estudos novamente, finalmente organizando seu quarto – tudo isso porque Jaehyun estava com você. Ainda bem.

Você pediu licença a todos, mas na verdade estava empurrando todo mundo para chegar logo aos braços da pessoa mais importante para você, que transformava seus dias em dias floridos, com o gostinho de bala da infância. Esse era o efeito de Jaehyun. Você sorriu ao avistá-lo no meio do campus, vestindo roupas sociais marrons, todo arrumadinho. E você, com uma calça jeans wide leg e um moletom largo, que inclusive roubara dele na última noite que passaram juntos – não que vocês passassem muitas noites separados.

Você era extremamente exigente consigo mesma, estudava medicina veterinária em uma instituição prestigiada e, nas horas vagas, fazia balé. Você acreditava que, se desse errado em um dos dois, investiria no outro, por isso se dedicava ao máximo em ambos. O que te frustrava era não conseguir ser perfeita o tempo todo, especialmente quando as pessoas ao seu redor, aquelas que você amava e em quem confiava, te machucavam sem se importar com suas feridas.

Mas Jaehyun, Jaehyun estava ali. Ele fazia parte da escola de balé onde você estudava, era o professor das crianças. No início, vocês apenas trocavam olhares e cumprimentos gentis e educados, mas isso mudou quando você fez hora extra no estúdio, torceu o pé e chorou. Chorou não pela torção, mas pela perspectiva de que talvez nada desse certo na sua vida.

No entanto, Jaehyun te mostrou o contrário com sua presença. Ele disse que tudo daria certo de alguma forma, te abraçou e fez você ouvir o que muitos já haviam dito, mas que você nunca absorveu: “Para de ser tão dura consigo mesma.” E, para surpresa dele, você chorou, chorou muito, como se tivesse passado por um trauma na infância e as lágrimas só se revelassem agora. Pensando por um lado psicológico, talvez fosse isso mesmo.

Você abraçou Jaehyun com toda a força, e ele retribuiu, passando os braços ao seu redor e acariciando suas costas suavemente. Sentiu novamente a vontade iminente de chorar. Jaehyun era a única pessoa em quem você podia confiar e amar. E, mesmo sabendo que aquilo poderia se tornar uma dependência emocional, não podia evitar querer amá-lo com todo o seu ser, sem se importar em romantizar essa problemática.

Ele colocou as mãos cobertas por luvas – parte de couro, parte normal – nas suas bochechas, e você as envolveu com as suas mãos descobertas. Estava frio, muito frio para uma primavera típica, mas seu coração se aquecia tanto com a presença de Jaehyun que você nem sentia o ar gélido.

— E se a gente pular o balé hoje? — Ele sugeriu, mesmo sendo o professor da aula. Você estreitou os olhos, como se dissesse: “você é um preguiçoso mesmo,” mas, internamente, queria apenas ficar no sofá com ele, debaixo de uma mantinha quente. Ele selou seus lábios em um beijo gentil, amoroso, do jeitinho característico dele.

— E deixar as mães dos seus pequeninos revoltadas? Prefiro passar essa — Você respondeu, e ele sorriu com doçura.

— Esqueci disso. Mas você pode ficar em casa, né? Tá congelando, fica em casa até seu expediente começar — Ele pediu com preocupação. Fazia tempo que ninguém se preocupava tanto com você. Parecia até exagero, mas a última vez que você se sentiu tão amada foi quando sua mãe ainda estava no mundo, e isso já fazia algum tempo.

— E perder a chance de ver meu professor preferido? Jamais — Você sorriu e o beijou. Jaehyun permaneceu com o rosto próximo ao seu, os olhos fixos nos seus, enxergando você por inteiro, tanto que até os arregalou um pouco mais numa brincadeirinha. Você riu, e ele te abraçou. Ele te amava tanto que doía.

— Você é tão pequena que pode se passar por uma das minhas crianças — Você deu um tapinha nele, e ele riu — Te amo.

Seus olhos arderam um pouquinho. Como podia existir alguém no mundo que te amava com cada um dos seus defeitos, mesmo você odiando tanto a si mesma? Aquilo era um mistério que não precisava ser desvendado, porque já bastava o simples fato de Jaehyun confessar seu amor com tanto carinho.

— Eu também te amo, Jeong Yoonoh, demais.

notinha da sun² - espero que vocês tenham alguém que os ame tanto a ponto de doer!! Em caso negativo, eu sempre vou ter muito amor pra dar!! 🥰

[wizardofpalmsprings]

If you called Minthara “Minthy” to her face, you would be walking back to your tent going “I don’t want to talk about it.”

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

“Blood. Didn’t they want your blood?”

“So why apologize when you turn blue and cold?”

“Blood, didn’t they want your blood?”

“So don’t apologize for being blue and cold!”

Skip to (3:03, and listen to 5:10 for Vampire Culture!)

[4doras]

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[yenluv]

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[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

The Hot Boys released their second studio album Guerrilla Warfare July 27, 1999

[hmtaxidermy]

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