#musings on touch or no touch

[metamorphesque]

think about how there’s no such thing as a complete touch—only the illusion of it… think about how you’re moved and affected and scarred and scratched and bruised and kissed and bitten by a mere illusion… think about how you’re saved from the real thing… think about how you’re bereaved of the real thing

[haechansunshineboy]

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

*:・ﾟ✧. *:・ﾟ✧.

Haechan’s rings always look so pretty on his fingers. The different intricately designed silver bands on both his left and right hands just look so good against his skin. You’d been daydreaming about holding hands with him (or his fingers trailing down your bare stomach-).

It was becoming a problem, since you were getting incredibly distracted by his hands holding the red solo cup.

He caught your eye from across the crowd, raising his eyebrows to greet you from afar. You wave back at Haechan, watching him start squeezing past people to get to where you were standing.

“Hey.” His voice puts you at ease every time and you reply back with a “hey” as well.

“Wanna get out of here?” Haechan asks you. “We can take a walk together, if you want.”

You nod, smiling at him as he gestures with two fingers for you to follow him out.

-

The two of you walked around the block until you reached a local food chain, opting to sit on the side of the empty parking lot.

The cool wind felt nice against your skin, and you turn your head to face Haechan, who was already looking at you.

You flushed at seeing his gaze on you, his soft smile growing bigger before he started talking.

“Anyway I started watching this new show..”

-

Haechan’s hands rested on his lap, palms facing upwards towards the night sky. Again, your attention was drawn to the rings adorning his hands. The simple silver band on his left index finger, the delicate ring shaped to look like a rounded nail on his ring finger, and your favorite: the pretty braided metal on his right index finger.

“Everything ok?” He asks you, noticing you hadn’t responded to his question about the show.

Feeling bold for once, you muster the courage to drag your index finger over one of the pretty silver rings adorning his knuckle.

“Sorry, I got distracted by your rings.” You mutter. You let the pad of your fingertips brush against his palm as well, feeling how soft his hands were.

“It’s o-ok. My little cousins are always asking if I’m m-married. So annoying.”

You look up at him, taking in the sight of Haechan’s attempt at being nonchalant, his reddening ears giving him away. You smile softly, bringing your attention back to his hands.

“They’re so pretty.”

Haechan lets out a soft breath when you pull your hand away, hoping you didn’t pick it up.

“Y-you know, my chain is also really nice..” He trails off, never taking his eyes off of you.

You beam at him, secretly enjoying seeing this flustered version of Haechan.

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[justvea18]

Art block sketches of my muses

[moonlight-prose]

old man!logan and falling in love feels like a wound. a terrible bloody wound that could only be created by the mauling of a wild animal. he doesn’t fall gracefully, he fights it. he bites and chews and snarls with each tender touch; his teeth are sharpened by reverence, his heart poisoned by plush lips and slick thighs. he is the beast you brought in for a meal, the stray you tried to save. and now he refuses to leave.

[asha-mage]

The thing that's so so brilliant about the Jeaine moment is that it's EXACTLY the kind of shit Jordan pulled all the time. Using a single line to convey truly wild amounts of depth and complexity.

We're expecting something a lot simpler- vengeance and fury and spitting rage. And that would have worked and maybe even created sympathy. Instead her euphoric smile and her little "Oh yes. I can feel it." paint a completely different picture from what we're expecting and begs more questions.

That makes Jeanie something far better than sympathetic.

It makes her interesting.

[captainsantiagos]

me for the next 7 days putting together theories on what leads up to that hug

[beccawise7]

He watched the way she pleasured herself. The heat casting shades of red across her cheeks.

Need laced within her whimpers and desire in her eyes.

Watching a masterpiece come to life.

He ached to touch her with his fingertips.

Consume her from the inside out.

Discipline be damned, he could never look away.

~beccawise7💜🖤

[macheinroyale]

She’s Beautiful

📸: me

[shallowcloudz]

I know that hua cheng's mother is barely mentioned in the books, but we know from mxtx that she was part of an ethnic minority (likely hmong judging by hua cheng's jewelry and accessories) and that hua cheng was very close to her, meaning that she was likely the only other person, apart from xie lian, to ever treat hua cheng with kindness and respect. Which got me thinking, what if, after her death, her soul lingered in the mortal realm as a peaceful ghost for a while and maybe during that time her and hua cheng managed to meet by chance? Thus allowing hua cheng to reunite with his mother and spend some time with her before she passed on.

[metamorphesque]

it is sad to me how our hands are growing idle, losing the tangible intimacy of beloved objects...something about the way touch deepens connection; the soft rustling of pages, the familiar click of a VHS slotting in, the crisp snap of opening the dvd case — the small, tactile rituals that once made love and memory tangible are slowly fading into intangible echoes. there was a kind of reverence in the way we handled tapes and DVDs, how mindful we were of fingerprints, scratches, and dust. to lend a favorite VHS or cassette was an act of trust —Here. This is a piece of me. Take care of it.

now, everything is becoming instant, weightless, intangible, impersonal, and the saddest part is that by losing the delicate act of handling what we love, we also lose the proof that we ever held it at all.

[avichor]

i love watching a show about death and trauma and the dehumanization of people by the top 1% just to see endless posts about ships

[cruel-hiraeth]

lion hybrid jing yuan who refuses to go to sleep unless you allow him to groom you…

[walkingstackofbooks]

Julian can't really explain why he misses his mum, after she leaves the station, but now she's gone, there's just some sort of... absence, he can't put his finger on.

He finds himself daydreaming about how she'd always used to sit herself down next to him, and pull him in for a hug, holding onto him no matter how much he'd wriggle or try to squirm away. And it's not like he wants that - even the past few days, he knows he's disappointed her in his need to get away - but at the same time... he wants. He doesn't know what he wants, but there's something, some need just tugging at him...

He paces around his room as he thinks, before sinking down against a wall, pulling his legs tightly against his chest. He's been doing that more, recently, too. He's not sure why - it's not exactly comfortable, and he doesn't have the words to explain how it does make him feel. More solid, perhaps. Less... less Julian, actually. Less pressure, less doctor-this, doctor-that; less war and secrets and fear. More Jules.

--

A couple of days later, after the others find out— (because it's been a week, now, but Sisko was kind enough to grant him some time to process it all, before he told them. Not that he's processed it yet, hah, and he's sitting in Quark's terrified that his friends are going to come down from Sisko's office and find him and tell him it's over, they can't be friends with an augment. Maybe they've even persuaded Miles, made him see how wrong his reaction was to try and support Julian...)

— after the others find out, Jadzia walks into Quark's and makes a beeline for him. She squeezes into the booth, right up next to him, and puts an arm around him, and all at once he wants to push her away, or start crying, or both, and he doesn't know why, because he also never, ever wants to let go of her.

[inkpressedpetals]

[rueyam]

loving some people from a distance is safer for my heart