ahhhh!! i need to know more about ??? because he's an edgy emo boy and i love. (also im sorry if this seems demanding, i understand you have work and commissions too!! pls don't stress abt this) ♡♡♡
It’s ok ♥ I’m glad to see ppl interested about Taemin’s AU ;;o;; ♥ Good thing I have a recent doodle of him (which I posted on my IG stories a few days ago)!
Basically ??? only wants to make his father (Saeran) proud of him ((in this AU, we continue from Jumin’s After Ending && Saeran was not rescued and everyone went on with their lives)) – also he steals Saeran’s eyeliner just like how Seojun steals Saeyoung’s makeup for cosplay lmao
*somewhere somehow taemin unknowingly wrecks this ship*
I’ll be posting some more info about them when I get to finishing their ref sheets ((since even im confused w their designs because all i have are doodles and some cgs HAHA)) ^__^ Thank you!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
<b>Peter:</b> Dad when you and dad got into an argument, did you ever... You know...<p/><b>Tony:</b> What?<p/><b>Peter:</b> Have you ever... Stopped having sex with dad in order to win an argument?<p/><b>Tony:</b> You can do that?<p/><b>Peter:</b> Yeah, but...<p/><b>Tony:</b> You mean that if I stop having sex with your father, he'll paint the bathroom?<p/><b>Peter:</b> Yeah, but aren't you worried about how it can hurt the relationship?<p/><b>Tony:</b> Blah, blah, blah. I don't care. I'm getting my bathroom painted.<p/></p>
The Signs as Beyoncé's Lemonade Monologue feat. poetry by Warsan Shire
The audience applauds... but we can't hear them.
Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter. Who then passed it down to her daughter.
You are terrifying...and strange...and beautiful. Magic.
The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
If it’s truly what you want, I can wear her skin over mine, her hair over mine, her hands as gloves, her teeth as confetti, her scalp... a cap, her sternum, my bedazzled cane... We can pose for a photograph, all three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.
Baptize me... now that reconciliation is possible. If we're gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms. Do you remember being born? Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked, the deep velvet of your mother... and her mother... and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.
I don't know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father's arms around my mother's neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees... growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can't you see me? Why can't you see me? (Why can't you) Why can't you see me? Everyone else can.
And my torturer became my remedy. So we're gonna heal, we're gonna start again. You've brought the orchestra. Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it's not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life...love of my life...the love of my life...the love of my life.
Film, star, beauty. How to wear your mother's lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman. And women like her can not be contained.
Her God is listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes...dust to side chicks.
She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds, tills the blood in and out of uterus,wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief sedated by orgasm, orgasm heightened by grief.
Good day Mr. Gaiman! I wanted to ask for some book recommendations which could help my friend while he's going through the grieving process. His father died 2 weeks ago and honestly I don't know how I can help 😞 I want to comfort him without making it obvious (since talking about it directly might hurt him). I don't know if you'll ever read this, but I hope that you do. God bless you and your family.
Give your friend the kind of books you like, or that he likes. And give him food, because grieving people often forget to buy groceries or to eat. Don’t worry about specific books: people can find what they need in anything. Help by being around when you can be, and by doing practical things.