∞ please! -☆
I'm rewatching the MV for Screen Time by Epik High and Hoshi trying to figure out which lyrics stick out to me the most but it's all so good 😭
i love how the song begins with
어떻게 지내?
How have you been?
and ends with
궁금해서
미안해서
이렇게 지내.
I'm curious.
I'm sorry.
That's how I've been.
which wraps up the whole message of the song beautifully
honestly i just really like the way Hoshi sings his lines, even how the 난 그럭저럭 is split into two like "I'm just...so-so..", the character's too out of it and exasperated and he conveys it so well
i really like how you can sense the bitterness in Tablo and Mithra's lyrics too
너의 글에서, 미소띈 사진에서
내 헛된 걱정 무색할 만큼 잘 지내서
차라리 다행인듯해
난 미안했어 내가 괜찮아지는게
In smiling photos,
My needless worries pale in comparison to how well you’re doing.
It’s actually kind of a relief;
I was feeling sorry about getting better.
Baby, I'm fine, don't worry about me
I'll be okay 잘 살고 있으니
Don't cry
난 그럭저럭
Baby, I'm fine, don't worry about me
Stare at my phone till the world is asleep
Goodnight
and especially the "that brand of happiness never fit me anyway" (i'm getting different translations for it though)
그런 행복은 내 몸에 맞지 않는 옷이지
but yeah, i love all of Hoshi's lines cause they're just an endless list of questions that gets reintroduced throughout the whole song and ugh, the whole song works so well, i don't think i can put into words how well-balanced and structured it is, the way the climax is still so soft, you have Mithra and Tablo deliver the bitter lines while Hoshi feels like the sadness entwined within the whole sorrow, they are anger and jealousy but he represents the pure sadness that is at the stem of it all, just so sweet and resigned
PUT A “∞” IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY MUSIC PLAYER AND GIVE YOU MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THE SONG THAT COMES UP.
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When I get morning delulu I always think about the idea of Jason giving you an early morning back massage. His big strong hands rubbing circles into your soft skin and muscle, causing you to moan into the pillow. It's not his fault he ends up getting hard, grinding against your sweet ass as one hand slides down to your clit making you moan louder. Hell, not even three minutes later he's pounding you harder and harder into his sheets.
The thought comforts me every morning fr fr.
I AM SCREAMING I AM FERAL ANON I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR DAYS!!!
mdni!!!
okay so maybe you workout the previous day and you're sore all over and jason decided to give you a back massage just because he's an amazing boyfriend (he totally doesn't have any hidden intentions at all)
his hands are so big and firm and he just pressed onto that sore spot very nicely that a moan just slip past your lips and jason's like very hyper aware of the sound now and immediately he feels himself grow hard. He starts pressing your back a little bit hard pulling out more moans from you and that point he just pressed himself against your ass and now you're moaning not just because of his hands.
the next thing you know your shorts/sweatpants was pulled down and jason starts thrusting his hips, pulling your ass up with one hand on your hips and the other rubbing your clit vigorously and all you could feel now is jason stretching and filling you up so deliciously, hitting that spot inside that just makes you drool and mewl, and his fingers rubbing so harsh, it makes your toes curled and your fingers clutched against the pillow.
and by the time both of you were done, let's just say you were sore for a completely different reason now
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maxiel, divorce
somewhat inspired by the latest vlog Daniel posted
When Lando asked, it was nothing but a dumb joke.
"So, who's gonna get Martjin in the divorce?"
Daniel laughed it off, then, and lobbed a padel ball at him. Lando flipped him off, squawking, I'm on your fucking team, mate. On the other side of the court, Martjin patted Max on the back, giving Daniel a faux dirty look. Max said something to him, probably in Dutch, probably devising a convoluted strategy that had no way of actually working. Their net game sucked major balls.
"Alrighty, whoever loses this game admits that Baku was his fault!" Daniel said, awfully cheerful for someone who's been baking in the sun for an hour and a half, but he got that open, full body laugh out of Max.
The win followed by the skin of their teeth, at the cost of Lando's scraped knee and twenty minutes of continuous complaining. Max sulked all the way back to the villa. Daniel pinched the skin over his ribs when it was just the two of them in the spacious room overlooking the sea.
"Aw, you're still such a sore loser," Daniel cooed and it earned him a jab in the midsection, courtesy of Max's custom padel racket. "You wound me, Maximus!"
"And you know what you are?" next thing, Daniel was flat on his back, landing on the bed with the most undignified sound. Max climbed on top, straddling his hips. He jabbed a finger into Daniel's chest. "Je bent mijn alles."
"That's too long just to call me an asshole," Daniel pointed out, a smartass in his own right. He was mostly interested in getting Max out of that horrendous Red Bull polo so he could lick a stripe down from the hollow of Max's throat and press his tongue to Max's puffy nipples.
"I said that you are worse than a sore loser, Daniel."
"Hm. Think someone's using my language skills against me," Daniel pretended to ponder this idea, running his palms up and down Max's thighs. He looked so beautiful in the low lamplight; softer in a way that made Daniel think of home. Gezelligheid. "Say it again?"
Max did, giggling with exasperation, and Daniel repeated after him, horribly butchering the whole phrase over and over again, until Max got sick of it and kissed the mispronounced syllables off his lips. Talking was overrated anyway.
Next time, it's Daniel who says it, no trace of humor coloring his voice.
"Sure, whatever, I'll fucking leave," he shrugs Martjin's hand off his shoulder and dusts the look of pity off his thousand dollar getup. "Guess Max is getting you in the divorce after all, yeah?"
Daniel didn't have the habit to half-ass anything. In the disastrous fallout, he went full scorched-earth and Max answered him tenfold. They took everybody down with them. Standing in the crowded club in Saint-Tropez three months into the aftermath, Martjin lodged in between like the final barricade on the battlefield, Daniel lets his pride choke him.
He doesn't have to possess some exceptional lip reading skills to distinguish Max saying dickhead and coward, gesturing wildly, three top buttons of the white, linen shirt he's wearing unbuttoned, exposing reddish, sunburnt skin. Next to him Lando looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Good, Daniel prefers him as far as possible, maybe somewhere on the ocean floor.
"Daniel, come on," Martjin pleads. The music blaring in the club drowns out most of what he says. Daniel watches his lips move and hears static in his ears. "I'm not taking sides."
But he does. Daniel really could only blame himself but he'd rather eat his racing shoes than shoulder it all by himself. Max was all in, too. He proved it when he went all out.
There was a gaping hole in Daniel's chest and he couldn't tell if the blood on Max's hands was his or if it belonged to the two of them.
"'Course, mate," Daniel lifts his arms up in mock surrender. Each word on his tongue leaves an acid burn. He grabs Martjin by the elbow and gets into his face, manic idea hanging over his head like a guillotine. "Hey, so. For old times sake, can I ask you something? No biggie."
Martjin makes a face but nods. Daniel gets close to his ear and straight up yells that weird, Dutch phrase Max told him a lifetime ago, in a room of a villa that saw them untainted. It never sat right with him. He's sure the pronunciation is royally fucked up but Martjin's stunned reaction tips off an alarm in Daniel's brain.
"Max told you that?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel sees Lando thrust a gin and tonic into Max's hands only to have the glass pushed back, spilling liquid on the floor. Daniel whole body twitches.
"Does it meant that I'm a sore loser or was Max fucking with me?" he asks, straight to the point.
Martjin glances at Max over his shoulder, then turns back around, mouth pulled into a thin line.
"It means," he says, hesitantly. Daniel isn't even paying attention to him anymore, not really. His eyes are glued to Max just standing out there — too close and too far — his lovely lips parted on something unspoken, shoulders tense like he's squaring off for a fight and the look of distress all over his face. Daniel feels sick with it. He wants out. "In Dutch, uh. What Max said, it means–"
Daniel's patient runs dry.
"Fucking, what?"
"You're my everything."
Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.
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Nyoomer I’m thinking of starting my own Fic, what tips do you have for me? 💪🫶🫶
do whatever you want forever 🫵 💥 ‼
and i mean it!! i say this every time y'all ask me for fic writing tips, but you're doing this for fun! the number one most important thing is that you make whatever you personally want; if any of my writing tips - or the tips you see from others online - don't vibe with you, then just ignore them, even if it means writing in a way that other people call "wrong" or whatever. it isn't wrong if it makes you happy!
that being said, here's some tips that work for me personally, put under the cut since it's a bit of a text heavy post -
if you want to put a character in a Situation but feel like it might be unrealistic or OOC for that character to act in that way, you don't necessarily have to give up on the situation or think about how to change the situation to match the character's personality. instead, think about what might have to happen to the character in order for them to change to match the situation.
example: normally Character A would not risk their life for Character B. but what if Character A owed Character B their life? what if Character A had just suffered a massive loss that made them take on some self destructive tendencies? what kind of mental state would Character A have to be in to risk their life when they normally wouldn't?
if something isn't fun for you to write, don't bother writing it, because chances are it won't be fun to read either. think about how you can communicate the same information without writing out the full scene, or if you even need to communicate the information at all.
example: if you're slogging through a scene describing how a character gets from Point A to Point B, step back and consider if it's important that the readers know exactly how it happened, or only that it did happen. if you're trying to communicate that the journey was difficult, would it be effective to skip to Point B and then focus on how worn out or emotionally distraught your character is now that they're there?
when you plan out a scene, keep in mind what the characters should be getting out of it, whether that's information, a problem to solve, or a change in the character's world view/relationships. this will help keep the scene focused and character driven, which - personally - i find most enjoyable.
example: if this is a scene that is meant to simply deliver information to the characters, then you can figure out the specifics of your scene by asking: who would this character trust to deliver the information? if it's not information that would normally incite an emotional response, can you change that based on context?
i hope those help a bit!! i also wrote some more general writing tips here in the past, and some tips on getting the motivation to finish/post fics here. i'm also happy to give tips on specific things if you ask!
i'm always excited to see another cook in the kitchen, so GOOD LUCK AND KICK BUTT !! 💥💥
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