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dragonsareawesome123 · 1 year ago
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A THAI BL ABOUT THE ROMANCE BETWEEN A PENGUIN AND A PANTHER???
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glamrockmonarch · 6 years ago
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Storytime! I’ll have you know, Roger and R!R really went at it. Also, when I said Harry and Jazz had an intense relationship? I MEANT INTENSE.
A/N: I don’t think there is anything here that would require to be flagged except maybe some gif’s I used on the version before, so I took them out and I hope this version won’t get flagged because I worked on this for soooo long...
Brian and B!Reader
You went out with Brian for maybe the sixth time when it happened. Although you had been quite romantic and flirty to each other, Brian didn’t seem ready to move forward with the relationship. He was not exactly fresh out of his divorce, but he was still in that awkward phase of being single again. You had to give him some patience…and you did!
It was after that wonderful dinner at his favourite restaurant that Brian actually reached over to you and intertwined his fingers with yours while he drove you back to your place. This was a good sign. A great sign!
You smiled up at him and waited excitedly for the moment when you were at your door to say goodnight.
He parked the car right outside your apartment building and walked inside with you as he had done a for a few nights bow. Brian walked upstairs with you while you talked about your cooking skills.
“Next time you should let me cook dinner, I think I can come up with a good vegetarian menu just for you, ” you winked at him over your shoulder and heard him chuckle.
“I don’t mean to force vegetarianism on you, ” he said.
“Oh, no, please do! I need more healthy choices in my life…” You stopped at your door with your keys in your hands. “Taking the bike to work has really started to help with my stress, you were right about that one!”
Brian smiled at your positivity while you played with the keys in your hands.
“Glad to hear it.” He said.
You thought he would take the opportunity to kiss you now…but he didn’t! He opened his arms and let you step into his warm embrace, silently pulling away after a long moment. You were so sick and tired of waiting that you took the initiative and before his hands were completely off of you, you reached up to cup his face and stretched out as tall as you could be, kissing his lips for a brief moment, at least now he would know it was welcome if he wanted to kiss you.
“Good night, Bri.”
You looked him in the eyes, with your hands now on his chest. Brian reached for your hands and held them, squeezed them before kissing you again, and this was the kiss you had been waiting for… A kiss that was long, and gentle. Your lips followed his, and although you wanted so badly to pull him closer and invite him inside, you knew Brian needed to go slow…therefore you enjoyed the kiss as much as you could. Parting your lips to let his tongue come in contact with yours, his nose brushing against yours, his hot breath on your face until you pulled away and he kissed the top of your head.
“I’ll call you tomorrow?” He said like a teenager who just had his first date, which made you giggle.
You nodded.
“Good…good… You should go inside.” He pointed at your door.
“Probably, ” you said in a playful tone.
“Alright, bye!” He stepped away and waited for you to get inside before leaving.
Roger and R!Reader
You had an immense attraction to one another, that was undeniable. You had this chemistry that was there from that first time you met Roger and he offered you a glass of wine.
It grew each time you visited his home, which happened a few times as you grew closer to not just Tigerlily but also to her brothers and sisters, especially Rufus. You started thinking maybe you were seeing things as Roger seemed to be moody around you, and you wondered if your friend’s dad had finally become tired of seeing your face around his house.
What you did not expect was discovering he was jealous. Jealous of Rufus.
You had an assignment for a class, you had to read a book you couldn’t find anywhere, lucky for you, Tigerlily knew where to find it. She texted you telling you his father had a copy of this precious book in his office, all you had to do was go to his house and ask nicely - although your friend had already called Roger and asked if he could let you have the book for a week or so.
Even as you were allowed inside and Roger pointed the way to his office, you felt weird. As if Roger was burning a hole on your back with his stare.
And as soon as the door was closed behind you, Roger went to his large bookshelf, touching the spine of the books. He handed you the book a minute later and stared at you with such intensity you had to wonder if there was something wrong.
“Thank you, I’ll bring it back by Friday, ” you explained.
“Will you?” Roger cocked a brow, “or will you send Rufus?”
You opened your mouth to speak but narrowed your eyes at him and decided not to when he spoke again.
“You spend a lot of time with my son, ” he accused.
“He is a friend of mine.”
Roger gave you a look. You were not born yesterday, you knew what all this was. You knew what all this meant. You felt like laughing, so you did. And you looked back at his sofa and sat down, not caring much for the way your skirt was riding up your thigh as you did so.
“Mister Taylor… Sir, ” you spoke softly, “I would never. Not with such a boy!”
Roger put his hands on his pockets and walked over to you, standing right in front if you.
“What do you prefer then?” He was still adamant to believe you had nothing with his son.
You could see the ring on his finger, you knew you shouldn’t, but it was so tempting… You patted the seat next to you and watched Roger sit down. You knew you were wrong to do this the second he turned to you, he knew too. This knowledge didn’t stop him from placing his hand in your knee.
You rested your arms on his shoulders softly as you leant on him, bringing your face close to his to whisper on his ear.
“I like more…mature men.” You then touched his hair and brushed it back. “The kind who take what they want…”
Roger’s hand slid up your leg and you didn’t have to wait long before he turned on his seat and leant forward, cupping your face with his other hand as he put his lips on yours, kissing you hard, all need and want as he pushed you back onto the soft cushions with your hands working his shirt and his body already between your legs.
“So you really aren’t dating Rufus?”
You laughed, throwing your head back, giving him the perfect opportunity to kiss right over your quickened pulse.
“No, believe it or not, he is still with his girlfriend!”
“Oh, ” Roger looked down at you, beneath him and you put your hand on his cheek.
“Everything okay?” You wondered.
Roger nodded and turned his face to kiss the back of your hand. And then your wrist…and up your arm… First kisses all over!
Harry and Jazz
This two… Oh, boy… You know Harry had a crush on Jazz since he was 18(making it only known to Freddie), and now little missy has turned 18 herself. He was now 21 and halfway through uni when he agreed to go with her on her trip around Asia.
Harry didn’t mean to let his feelings be known, in fact, he had been trying to date girls but they were too complex, too quiet, too wild… They were not joyful enough. They did not laugh at his jokes, they did not poke at him, they did not celebrate his wide variety of interests the way Jazz did…
And Jazz? Jazz had been oblivious for too long. She realized shortly after their last trip to Disneyland that she would have it all if only Harry looked her way.
HA! They were both idiots, did I mention?
This trip was so important, not only for Jazz to take a breath before going back home and starting law school, but because it was during those five days in Thailand that they finally took that next step.
They had this dynamic for years, Harry and Fred were not ones to shy away from a hug or a touch. She was always leaning on Harry’s side, sometimes she would wrap her arms around his arm and rest her forehead on his shoulder. Some other times she would find herself wrapped in his arm with her head closer to his chest. If they were out and about she would drag him through the streets by the hand, it never meant anything romantic. Until it did. And it felt quite different.
It all started the moment they stepped into the plane from London to New Delhi. Jazz was anxious for takeoff and Harry held her hand to help her calm down, distracting her by doing so. She had a window seat and Harry was right next to her, they didn’t opt for a first class ticket so they were sat together quite close to one another. And Jazz intertwined their fingers, something they had never done, it was too much. Too close and too personal.
Harry didn’t pull his hand away, he squeezed her hand and smiled at her.
So the kiss didn’t come out of the blue…at the point they walked out into the beach in Thailand they had been fooling around, holding hands, hugging, nuzzling into each other’s necks, cuddling during long bus rides, wasting opportunities to talk about their obvious feelings for each other.
That day Jazz was wearing a simple bikini, nothing special. Harry was wearing trunks, the same ones from his last vacation in Spain with his family. They had to help each other with the sunscreen and God help us, they were all giggles!
“I should warm up my hands…” Jazz commented and rubbed her hands together before applying the creamy sunscreen onto Harry’s back and shoulders. “I thought you said you were taking up cycling?”
“It’s rowing, Jazz, ” he smiled and thought Fred must have given her the wrong information. “Mum said I should do aomething…you know, outside.”
“Yeah, you will look very fit when you get a proper tan.” She shut up suddenly, embarrassed that she said that.
Lucky for her, Harry was flattered. He chuckled and tried to look over his shoulder.
“Hey!” He joked, “I thought I was already the fit twin!”
Jazz giggled and put her hands on Harry’s shoulders, finishing.
“Aw, but with that smile what does it even matter?”
“Wait, what?” Harry reached up and grabbed her hand.
He made Jazz come around to face him while he sat on a beach chair. She came across and shrugged.
“I…” Her cheeks turned bright pink, “I am not trying to flirt with you, I swear!” She laughed.
Harry smiled at her and rose to his feet, standing tall before her.
“Why not?” He pushed her hair away, “I think I’ve been flirting with you for like…a year!”
“I thought you were being…cute.” Jazz put her hands on his chest and frowned, scrunching up her nose. “I thought you liked taller girls…brunettes…busty ones.”
“God, no!” He leant forward and brushed his nose against hers, “I like little blondes, with warm hands and pink cheeks…”
Harry put his hands on her waist and brushed his lips on hers, giving her the final say, a chance to either pull away or go the rest of the way and kiss him. Jazz slid her hands up his shoulders and tilted her head back, kissing him while her fingers wrapped his curls on her fingers.
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the-queer-look · 5 years ago
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Shay my name
Often we are criticised, and belittled, for the new terms which we are using to fully describe our identities. It may sound weird to those who’ve never had to think about their own, but at least in English, we have the language to describe what we’re talking about. In some places around the world, there literally aren’t words to fully describe someone’s identity, and that can leave people feeling isolated.
- K
Name: Shay
Age: 27
Gender/Orientation:Agender, gray asexual
Occupation:Digital Designer
Location:Strathfield
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I’m from Vietnam originally, and have been in Australia for about eight years. I went to an international college in Vietnam; That school got into some trouble with the government and got shut down, they decided to move all the students to either Singapore or Australia to finish their bachelor degree, and I decided to come here, and liked it so much that I decided to stay. I’ve been working professionally here for the last five or six years now.
In Asia, especially Vietnam and Thailand, there’s this thing where even in a relationship between two queer people, there’s a hierarchical thing where one person is considered a man, and the other a woman, and I never understood that. But thanks to the internet, I looked into it and read a whole lot and came across the concept of non-binary, and it just felt right, and really liberating. I embraced it, and now I feel like a person, defined by myself, rather than defined by my gender, that my physical body is just a vessel for me to experience the world. Identifying as non-binary helps me be free-er.
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The internet is massively influential. There’s all this information that you cant necessarily find anywhere else. In my particular situation, I had to use the internet to find out what other cultures and communities were doing and saying about these things. Theres no way to refer to people in the Vietnamese language without specifying their gender, so when I go home, people in the Queer community tend to use male pronouns for me, because I tend to present more masculine, but the internet helped me to realise that theres more than that – there’s “They” which has been an accepted non gendered pronoun since the 1500s for example, which just felt so much more comfortable for me. Just having access to this knowledge through the internet give you so much power, and so much personal agency.
Because im a small person, it’s rather tricky to get the clothes that I want. I like mens clothes because, for one, they have pockets! And for another, although I love the feminine side of myself, I feel like the fashions that are associated with femininity don’t represent me particularly well. When I was Eighteen, I started experimenting by buying mens clothing, but more and more these days, I’m finding myself comfortable in buying and wearing either masculine or feminine clothing, depending on how well it works with my wardrobe. Because I work in the tech industry, I have a bit more leeway to express myself, so anything that lets me hit that non-binary spot is great. And as I’ve grown more comfortable in myself, and my identity, I’m letting myself branch out from this stricter, all black, all neutral expression, and be a bit more lively with colours and patterns that I wouldn’t have felt comfortable in before.
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When I came to terms with being non-binary, I didn’t have the words to explain it in my mother tongue, but in a more progressive environment, like Australia, you can explain it very simply, very quickly, and because the language to explain it is easier to use, its much easier for people to understand, even if they haven’t heard of the concept before. It’s still a struggle though, people are always staring at me, trying to figure out my gender, I get yelled at in public bathrooms, but at least having a word that legitimises my identity is a big step forward.
The culture of Asia is so gendered that I already have a hard time explaining homosexuality to my mother, but I’ve never approached the subject of my gender identity with them because they don’t have the words to actually discuss the topic, and when I explain it to my friends, they’re quite taken aback, because the culture is so defined along gendered lines. Like I was saying before, if you have a lesbian couple, whichever one presents more masculine is referred to with masculine pronouns, and assumed to take on more masculine roles. When I explain my identity to them, they ask me why I have to define myself that way, instead of just saying that I’m a butch woman. And I need to explain to them that I don’t actually identify as a woman at all. It’s difficult, but also I feel like its a duty for someone in a position like myself, which is having the privilege of living in a western country, but also going back home to a more conservative country and spread what I’ve learned so that others can see identity as a whole rather than splitting people into boxes.
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Human brains always try to put people in boxes, and define things. In reality, everything exists on a spectrum and everyone moves back and forth and changes all the time. I know that once I was able to identify and understand this, that I began to have a different view, not just on stereotypes within the queer community, but stereotypes in general. Stereotypes exist for a reason, they exist because it makes it easier for our brains to navigate the world, and I think that’s fine, but at the same time everyone needs to understand how people change constantly. The stereotypes are fine, but you can’t just be defining someone completely based off of a stereotype, you need to be able to take a step back and understand that they are a multi faceted human being. Although it’s useful to have these archetypes to define yourself by, it’s counterproductive to define someone externally based on a stereotype.
My partner and I were bingeing Xena, and having these conversation about why we never talked at the time about how this show was about two queer women leading their lives and having adventures and being wholesome about the whole thing? But we found that the studios in the 90’s went through and censored everything about their relationship. Reading the comics though, where there’s no censorship like that was really uplifting and validating. It’s not a non-binary person, obviously, but the representation of a bisexual woman having a wholesome relationship with another woman feels so validating that our identity is not being erased or oppressed every day because people cant handle how different we are for not fitting into the boxes that society has made for us. The question is, why didnt we have these role models of queer people, showing us these healthy relationships, and healthy intimacy. Why did we get The L Word instead? Don’t get me wrong, I love The L Word, but also, it’s trash, in the way that it presents these ideas of queer relationships, its a bit toxic. They’re coming back with a new season, however many years after the fact, and I’m so glad that they seem to have learned lessons about appropriate representation, for example they’re having an asian trans man, playing an asian trans character, which is great. I feel that when you don’t have appropriate representation for yourself, kids get the wrong ideas about the world, like how The L Word gave the wrong idea about how the community works to a lot of young lesbians, including myself, back when that’s how I identified. And then there’s the “i cant see myself successful because I’m a queer person” mentality. Kid’s are dying out there and thinking that they cant achieve the sort of success in their lives that they want to achieve, simply because they’re a part of the queer community, which is horrible.
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misschogiwa-blog · 6 years ago
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LOST ❁ BLACKPINK FF
//After the death of her parents, she lost everything, including a sister. Lisa returns to her hometown with the intent of finding her.//
Chapter 1 
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Resting my head against the car window I watched the old streets of the small town I used to call my home. It hadn't changed much in 8 years, yet I feel like a complete stranger to it. Despite all of all the Anyang's imperfections, to me it is perfect. Bankok truly is beautiful, I admit it, but it is no match for my hometown. I don't know why that is. Maybe because this is where I was born, where I grew up and where I was supposed to be all along.
''Lal, we're here!'' an excited voice of my cousin brought me back to reality. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize we already arrived at her house.
''It's just how I remembered it,'' I said while looking at the house in which I had some of my best childhood memories. Joy turned off the engine of her cherry red Toyota and flashed me a quick smile. She got out of the driver's seat and walked over to the passenger seat to open my door for me.
''Thank you,''eyeing the beautiful suburban styled house in front of me. The house was surrounded by plants, but it wasn't anything fancy.
"Not much changed in eight years, huh?" Joy asked as she took my last bag out of the trunk and closed it with a loud bang.
"Not at all. God, moving away to Thailand is one of my biggest regrets. I really missed all of this." I said while picking up the bags and walking in our, now, shared home.
''It is not like you had a choice. You were 10 when your folks decided to move,'' she said with a sigh.
Wanting to change the topic, I turned to face her with a genuine smile. "Thank you for letting me stay with you until I figure everything out for myself."
She pulled me into a warm and loving embrace before speaking, "You know I would do everything for you, Lisa. You are my best friend, my dearest cousin and now my roomie. It will be fun having you around all the time and living with you. Besides... I know how much you missed Anyang. And how it reminds you of..." she hesitated for a bit before continuing "...your family."
"Yeah, it does," I said as I closed the front door behind us. We walked to the brown leather couch and slumped onto it with an exhale. Joy took a seat right beside me. "I really want to know more about what happened to them... I want to learn more about where I came from and what my parents were like. But, more than anything, I want to find her. "
"I'm glad you do and I will help you in every way I can. You deserve to know more about your parents and why they died. I just don't want you to be more devastated if your sister isn't here." she said in a gentle voice and took my hands in hers.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know..." she struggled to say the words. "Maybe she moved away just like you did after uncle Asnee and aunt Heekyung adopted you. Lisa, you moved to Thailand. As far as you know she could be in Brazil right now. " Her words struck me like a ton of bricks. I never gave that option a thought, I just assumed she would be here waiting for me. How could I be so dense? Joy is right, I lived in Anyang with my parents only until I was six. We moved to Thailand and would see Anyang once a year. She could be anywhere in the world by now.
After a long silence, she spoke up again "I mean you never know, maybe she even passed aw-"
"Enough! Don't say that ever again!" I lashed out on her. Yet another long silence formed between us, but this time I spoke up first, "I am ready for the worst, I need to find her. I need to try. Not a day had gone by that I didn't think about where my sister is now, what was she like and if she was happy." She just attempted to soothe me by drawing circles on the back of my hands. She said in a motherly tone, "I know Lal, I know."
I was suddenly on the verge of tears. "I don't even know her name... I don't know a single thing about her..." My voice cracked mid-sentence and I couldn't stop a tear from escaping. Before I knew it I broke completely and started sobbing. Joy wiped my tears away and pulled me into a warm embrace as she rubbed my back.
"Everything will be ok..." she reassured me. After a few minutes, I managed to stop myself from crying and pulled away to face her.
"Why don't you take a shower to calm yourself down and I will prepare you something to eat?" She tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and spoke to me warmly. I nodded and forced a small smile.
***
After my shower, I really felt better. Joy always gave the best advice. After I changed back into my pastel pink sweater, shorts, and matching tube socks I headed to the kitchen. When I reached the stairs I could already smell the food. She was preparing Gamjatang, my favorite. We sat down and started eating.
"Are you feeling better now?" She asked looking up from her plate.
"Yeah, much better. I am just nervous about tomorrow. Starting in a new school is hard, I don't know anyone in this town. They will probably think I am weird. "
"Oh come on, you will do fine. I know you, Lisa, you are a kind, selfless and compassionate person, plus you are incredibly fun to be around. Speaking of school, your uniform arrived yesterday. I put it on your bed."
"Thank you. Btw, where is aunt Mi Seon?" I asked and looked around me.
"You will see her tomorrow. She has a big date today. I finally talked her into dating." She happily said.
"Really?" I said with a full mouth and wide eyes. " I mean it's been 3 years since uncle Sung Woo and she got a divorce, it was time she got back to dating," I said to which Joy nodded in agreement.
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After the meal and a few hours of endless catching up and spinnig wine, we decided to call it a night. I took my luggage and went to my room. I found that it was slightly bigger than my room in Bankok. It wasn't really decorated but it had all I needed. Room's color scheme was mainly white and the layout of it was pretty plain. The big white double bed dominated the room. Across the bed was a white wooden desk with a matching chair. I could already see myself writing poems at that desk. There were also a vanity, a few bookshelves, and a closet. More than what I would need.
I closed my door and left my bags on the floor by the door. I made an exception and prepared my outfit in advance since tomorrow is a big day. Tomorrow I'm starting college.
I fell on the bed exhaustedly with a loud exhale. I slumped onto the bed and without even changing into my pajamas I fell into dreamland. I felt like this night was just the quiet before the storm. 
And I wasn’t wrong.
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