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Little things that remind me of the signs
  • Aries: Orange flavored soda, math class, pulling an all-nighter, skipping rocks on the water, making new friends, a pure laugh, buying travel books, going to music festivals, falling asleep in the shade
  • Taurus: Finding an old treasure map, reading mystery novels under the covers, the scent of cedar, having deep talks with your mom, roasting marshmallows with your friends, a full moon, exploring old castles
  • Gemini: Driving down the expressway way to fast, reading novels about magic, missing your mom and dad, peach ice cream, doodling animals in your school notebook, keeping a secret, singing in the shower
  • Cancer: Boarding a flight, the mid-July heat, reading art technique books, jumping on a trampoline with your best friends, waiting for the storm to pass, bakery fresh apricot brioches, relaxing on a river bank
  • Leo: Falling in love for the first time, watching shooting stars, going to an art museum, exploring a grassy meadow, bright blue eyes, peeling an orange, Sunday brunch, the smell of roses
  • Virgo: Sunday mornings, kayaking on a lake, making s'mores on summer nights, having a picnic in a meadow, cuddling with your cat, writing in your journal, baking oatmeal and cranberry cookies
  • Libra: Endless rainy days, watching old French films, sipping freshly brewed coffee, getting strawberry jam on your fingers, watching historical documentaries, the scent of honeysuckle, keeping a dream journal
  • Scorpio: Dark skies, grape jelly beans, finding old love letters in your attic, going on adventures through the forest, the beach in the winter, peanut butter and jelly sandwich, quiet libraries
  • Sagittarius: Dark eyes, paint stained jeans, buying new art supplies, taking late afternoon naps, binge watching tv shows, drying flowers in a book, freshly made lemonade, the scent of cotton, reading on the train
  • Capricorn: Your first heartbreak, sliding across a wood floor in your socks, orange and yellow autumn leaves blowing in the wind, cramming for a test, the scent of cinnamon, reading until you fall asleep
  • Aquarius: French braids, watching a meteor shower, a foggy shower mirror, breeze blowing through an open window, succulents, reading about space, the smell of the ocean, eating fresh red cherries
  • Pisces: Old film cameras, newspaper clippings, a cloudless sky, yellow rain boots, picking blueberries with your brother, sleeping outside on a warm Spring night, blowing bubbles, toast with honey
Elysium

Happy Rare Pair Week!

Honestly I didn’t realize how gay Kimball and Tex were until I started writing more of their friendship for this verse on a whim. And then it turned gay on me. Oops?

Serious spoilers for Asphodel Meadows in this fic; if you haven’t read it and want to, I’d suggest picking that up first!

Warnings for: some body image stuff, some references to personal autonomy issues and the Director’s general sketchiness re: Tex. 

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1. After an injury

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” Tex said. It was true. She was a robot. She didn’t feel pain.

The bullet had passed through her shoulder, punching right through the armor and Kevlar in the process. That, Tex thought with a scowl, was more of a pain than the hole in her body.  

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Saw You in a Dream, Pt. 1

hoseok x reader
genre: angst + dancer!au + roommates!au
word count: 7843
warnings: sexual references + language
pt. 2


“I know you’re in love with him.”

There’s an ache in your heart, a hole, desperately needing to be filled, unwilling, unable, to actually ask for that. Nostalgia colors your voice, wanting what cannot be, wanting what you had. 


The mirrors reflected his every movement, every breath, every huff, every sly glance, every drop of sweat that falls down his face and traces the veins of his neck. The music falls through him, entangles with his soul and runs through his every artery. You see the way his chest rises and falls, and the rhythm pulses through him in waves of gold magic, and he contorts his body in a way that seems almost painfully difficult but he is at ease. Hoseok’s face, a mask of cold, empty passion, doesn’t flush red like yours does when you dance and instead remains calm. Here, he is in his place of ultimate happiness, his metaphorical heaven of meadows and blue skies and flowers and butterflies. The soft tap of his feet of his feet as he flips across the room and the swaying of his dancer’s hips and the flourish of his hands as he leaps through the air, these all make him seem more lively.

The music speaks to him and ends, and you are left staring in awe, and you feel winded; your soul has left your body to try to find where his goes when he dances.

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