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Couples in Korean Drama 2016 (Part 1.)

1. Jung Joon Hyung x Kim Bok Joo (Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo)

2. Kim Shin x Ji Eun Tak (Goblin)

3. Dong Joo x Yoon Seo Jung  (Romantic Doctor, Teacher Kim)

4. Heo Joon Jae x Shim Chung (The Legend of the Blue Sea)

5. Go Nan Gil x Hong Na Ri (Sweet Stranger and Me)

6. Do Hyun Woo x Jung Soo Yeon (My Wife’s Having an Affair this Week)

7. Dong Hae Sung x Han Da Woon (Thumping Spike 2)

8. Lee Jae In x Kim Da Hyun (Something About 1 Percent)

9. Seo Do Woo x Choi Soo A (On the Way to the Airport)

10. Ham Bok Geo x Cha Geum Joo (Woman with a Suitcase)   

Zodiac signs as the “Triangular Theory of Love”

Liking-This type of love is intimacy without passion or commitment. This includes friendships and acquaintances.

Aquarius, Capricorn

Infatuated love-Infatuated love is passion without intimacy or commitment. This includes crushes and puppy love.

Leo, Gemini

Empty love-Characterized by commitment without intimacy or passion. This includes arranged marriages and relationships where people no longer love each other, but stay together for one reason or another.

Scorpio, Virgo

Romantic love- This love is passionate and intimate but has no commitment. This could be considered a romantic affair or could be a one-night stand.

Cancer, Pisces 

Companionate love-This is an intimate, non-passionate type of love that is stronger than friendship because of the element of long-term commitment. Common in long-term marriages. Includes love between family members.

Taurus

Fatuous love-This can be exemplified by a whirlwind courtship and marriage—it has points of passion and commitment but no intimacy. An example of this is “love at first sight.”

Sagittarius, Aries

Consummate love- The complete form of love, representing an ideal relationship which people strive towards because it has intimacy, passion, and commitment. Of the seven varieties of love, consummate love is theorized to be that love associated with the “perfect couple." 

Libra

10 Cute Things About You

1. Your face lights up when you see me. Your cheeky boyish grin literally makes my day better, even when I’m angry or sad. When you see me, you lift your head up, walk tall and sort of skip towards me, like I’m the best thing you’ve seen, and I love it.

2. Your shirts are way too big on you. You’ve filled out a little since I met you, but you shirts still hang off you. At times I have genuinely wondered if you have a body under all that white fabric!

3. Your dumb jokes. They are old and worn out. Dad jokes, to be more precise, and the way you tell them, with no conviction or confidence what-so-ever, and it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.

4. Your chocolate addiction.

“Would you like some chilli cashews, or would you like some chocola-”

“Whatever the chocolate thing is! I’ll have that!”

Eat as much as you like. I’ll always have some on me now I know how much you like it.

5. Your odd choices of phrase. Why do you wish me “all the best” when you’re just popping to the loo? Do you think you’ll never see me again, or-?

6. Your weird imagination. Of course the new printer in the staff room is actually a microwave that laser cooks your soup! Why would anyone think otherwise?

7. Your terrible memory. At times I’ve been a little offended by the things you’ve forgotten, like my birthday… sigh. But sometimes it’s just kinda funny. You’re ditzy and in your own world. When you do remember something, it feels pretty special, especially if you remember some small detail about me or something I’ve said.

8. Your non-existent scent. Everyone has a smell, right? Except you. You literally do not have a scent. If you’ve had coffee, I can tell, but you have no natural odour. It’s weird, but great, because body smells gross me out.

9. Occasionally, you dance. It’s weird and awkward, but cute. I hate dancing. I hate to dance, or to watch people dance. I don’t know why, but I can’t deal with it. But when you randomly started dancing towards me, with that cheeky smile of yours, or when we got a little over excited when the YMCA came on, I just want to grab you and boogie.

10. Your incredibly weird laugh. I can’t even describe it. It’s hilarious and when I hear you laugh, I just want to laugh, or kiss you, or marry you so I can hear it all the time. You laugh a lot, which is nice. I like it when you’re happy.

I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you. Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me.
—  Simone de Beauvoir, A Transatlantic Love Affair: Letters to Nelson Algren
Obsessions ♇

I obsess over…

Pluto in the 1st house: Myself and how I appear to others.

Pluto in the 2nd house: My possessions and money.

Pluto in the 3rd house: My mind and intellect.

Pluto in the 4th house: My parents and home life. 

Pluto in the 5th house: My talents and self-expression. 

Pluto in the 6th house: My job and self-improvement. 

Pluto in the 7th house: My Relationships and romantic affairs. 

Pluto in the 8th house: My self-awareness and the metaphysical world. 

Pluto in the 9th house: My opinions and converting others. 

Pluto in the 10th house: My ambitions and research.

Pluto in the 11th house: My friendships and groups.

Pluto in the 12th house: My mind and hidden truths. 

so far within the show sherlock has used changes in characters’ appearance to deduce:
-affairs
-romantic interest
-relationship dissatisfaction

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Cousin vs. Cousin is important in Star Wars. We’ve had Father vs. Son and Master vs. Apprentice.

Kylo vs. Rey is an adamant reminder of Darth Vader/Anakin. They are two sides of the same coin and they will both suffer due to their familial relationships. Rey being a Force-baby isn’t emotionally satisfying. Rey being a K*nobi has already been done via Obi-Wan and Vader. Grandson against granddaughter of Vader, though? The living epitome of what Vader/Anakin fought so hard for on each sides of the Jedi/Sith?

It is crucial. This isn’t about fulfilling a romantic, forbidden love affair between Rey/Kylo. In my opinion, the new series is about restoring what Luke fought so hard for, and reinstating Darth Vader’s views when he served the Emperor. It might be repetitive, but for me, it’s beautiful. We don’t need some choppy love story to degrade Rey as a “Kenobi”, a “random”, or a “Force child”. What we need is a genuine appreciation between Rey and Kylo as Darth Vader’s grandchildren.

I’m sorry if that isn’t a big deal to you, but it is to me. Star Wars has ALWAYS been about the emotional relationships of the Skywalker dynasty. Any way that the writers choose to pull and probe the ST is fine. But don’t you dare bother to deny that Luke Skywalker’s potential daughter and Han Solo/Leia Organa’s son is “lame” or “overdone”. We’ve not seen anything like this yet. And I’ll drown in my tears when this finally grows acknowledgement, because I know that Anakin/Padme and Luke/Leia/Han never would have wanted this for their future children.

That’s why Rey Skywalker is important for me personally. I don’t want some cheap storyline of Luke training a random girl after his family lineage has been torn into shambles. I want the plot that we were promised from the moment that Luke throws his lightsaber 
away and says:

I love Obi-Wan to the moon and back. But if you think that Star Wars isn’t worth the Skywalker dynasty, then you are incorrect.

Remember You and Me (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by bilesandthesourwolf

Summary: Weddings are romantic affairs; from the suits and dresses to the lights in the sky to good company, it’s quite easy to get lost in the moment.

Author’s Note: AU where everyone is alive and happy and if they left Beacon Hills, they came back because I wanted goddamn sunshine and rainbows. (Also, this is an actual imagine now? Cause I used [Name]. Baby steps, yo.) And to add one more thing to be excited for, there is smut in this! No small teasing stuff; just my very first, full blown, fully written out smut in my whole writing career that is actually finished. I’m quite proud of this story, so enjoy <3


They hadn’t seen each other in seven years, and the first time Isaac sees her, it’s a glimpse of her profile.

He had gotten off the plane from France not three hours ago before rushing to the McCall residence to shower and change into his suit. Isaac would have had time to greet her if his pants had not caught itself on the hook of his hanger and ripped open; Melissa had to hastily sew it back together to make it look presentable. Melissa rushes them both to the wedding with a few minutes to spare, and Isaac chooses his seat beside Boyd.

Scott and Kira’s wedding is small, (Isaac guesses a little over a hundred guests) with everyone packed into a small clearing in the Beacon Hills Preserve. Sunlight pours through the foliage of the trees, and Isaac notices the thousand paper cranes tied to the branches, along the chairs, and hanging from the wedding arch amongst the flowers.

The pack’s seating chart is in complete disarray. It’s impossible for them to sit just on one side because they were there for both the bride and groom. He’s sitting on Scott’s side, and he spots her sitting on Kira’s side between Allison and Mason. She laughs and leans across Mason to whisper something to Hayden. The four of them laugh, and when she leans back in her seat, she catches his eye. He grins and waves at her; the corners of her lips turn upwards and she waves back. Her eyes linger on him until the string quartet begin to play and the procession starts.

He doesn’t stop staring at her though because all he can think about is the softness in her eyes that reminded him of when they first met.

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I mean, on one hand I get that Penguin has sent some mixed messages (see hug when a rational person would have gone in for a kiss) and if I were Ed, I would probably have decided that he’s not interested and just moved on.

On the other hand, Ed, you little shit, are you seriously going to be late to an intimate dinner party because you found a lady you like?! And then I suppose you’re going to tell Penguin all about it at dinner?! Dude! Dude!!!

Of course, I’m emotionally invested in this so I’m especially irritated, but jesus FUCK, even if it weren’t a romantic affair, if I invite a friend over for dinner and they arrive late and start telling me it’s because they found a seriously hot person who reminds them of their ex, I would be FURIOUS. I made DINNER and you little shit are LATE because you had to fall in love five minutes before my party?! You have your entire fucking life to fall in love, but you only have thirty seconds to eat a soufflé, you omnishambles of a man!

Sorry. The gay and the food are two issues I care deeply about, and this scene managed to touch both.

Even as followers of Christ we are vulnerable to the world at times; we sometimes want to be wanted and loved so bad by someone that we forgive the many yellow and red signs that someone gives in hopes to keep that ‘love’ alive and progressing. This in turn cheapens most things we held so dearly just to keep this someone in our lives, consequently tainting our spirit man. Darling, do know we are not above being tempted. No one is. We are vulnerable human beings, but do NOT entertain romantic affairs to the heart by someone who God did not give you a clear green light to. From experience, and from true Love Himself, it is not worth it.

Never Not Fantastic


Never Not Fantastic
by thestoryinsideme
Rating: M
Word Count: 76,400
Summary: When television star Dean Winchester makes a stop at the Rogue Wave Cafe, owner Castiel Novak initially takes notice - and exception to - the celebrity’s presence in the all-but-forgotten beachside town where the age of the average resident is sixty-five. 
This is a story about love and love, about family, friends, and more than friends, about learning when to hold on and when to let go, and about maybe, finding some turtles along the way. 


As I started this fic, I was settling in for a nice beachside romance with a side dish of celebrity. Instead, I was immersed in an emotional coming out story told from a lover’s perspective. Well, I’m not complaining! When Cas meets Dean Winchester, the famous and very straight star of a long running TV show, The Unnatural, he is duly unimpressed. However, things change very quickly. I could say that the mutual attraction between the two of them develops a little bit too fast, but then again, this is not a story about falling in love. This is a story about building a new relationship while dealing with past hurt; about finding a balance between your own needs and happiness, and those of others. 

I loved that Dean’s coming out story is told from Cas’ perspective and we get to see just how much the celebrity PR spectacle is hurting him (pining Cas is all I ask for in a fic!). At the same time, Dean’s side of the story is revealed little by little, and there’s more to it than meets the eye. Overall, this is a heartfelt story about self acceptance and trust. Dean and Cas bonding over Salinger quotes and watching that show about monster hunting brothers is just a cherry on top. ;) 

Hope you’re well, I always enjoy seeing posts from your blog! In particular I saw one thing you reblogged which you tagged with ‘polyphilamory’ and I was just curious about the word. I googled it and yours was the only result! No worries if you don’t want to elaborate, I just wondered. I continue to enjoy your writing and it’s always a pleasure to say hello

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maltypass
hey, darling.  thanks for your question! i figured i’d answer this publicly and put it in the tag so it can be found. polyphilamory is a word i made up, with the help of homosociallyyours, a couple years ago. the short answer is that it’s the same as polyamory, except instead of having multiple lovers, you have multiple important friendships. (the phil part is from philos, which is one of the types of love the ancient greeks had definitions for – this one is clearly the kind of love between friends) the long answer is that it’s a bit of a manifesto against monogamous, romantic love being the most important type of love in a person’s life. I’m not often in romantic/sexual relationships, but i believe strongly in polyamory being a viable option for people to function in healthy ways around their love and commitment.  but also, because i’m not often in romantic/sexual relationships, i find myself in very deep, fulfilling friendships – ones that i refuse to think of as less than any other type of love/commitment. and when i become close with a friend, i find that a lot of the ways i interact with them is as if i were dating them – platonically – just in how much i want to be around them and how considerate of them i try to be. i don’t usually have romantic/sexual designs on my friends – that’s very rarely where things are headed. i just really like being really present and close with my friends. to the point of thinking of multiple of them as long-term partners. so the word polyphilamory is a bit of a rallying cry around the idea of friendships being the most important relationships in your life and a reminder to take good care of your friends in acknowledgement of how much they mean to you.  because i’m somewhere on the demi/grey/ace spectrum, this concept is really important to me, but i think it’s good for everyone to remember that a sexual relationship isn’t the be all and end all of how to love people. so, yeah. hope that helps, dear. again, thanks for asking.  <3
naruhina; their kisses, their love

prompt: kiss (D-11)
rating: T
a/n: this one’s a bit lengthy but had a lot of fun writing. first time writing something with uzumaki family, sort of lol. enjoy!

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“The soul, the kiss, the heart; the first words of love.”

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Despite his carefree nature, Boruto was actually rather observant.

Owning a trait on picking up meticulous details most may choose to ignore, even at a young age, Boruto noticed the more intricate aspects of his view – absorbing the minor nooks and crannies subconsciously. To say it was an annoyance was an exaggeration, in fact, he found much use of this hidden skill of his to hone his mischief making and conjure up ideas for pranks with a much more guaranteed rate of success.

Yet when it came to noting his parents’ romantic affairs, specifically their kissing, it became a nuisance.

To be fair, it was something he couldn’t have avoided should he even choose so, being that the hokage was known to be quite the expressive man. Naruto had always placed his emotions out on a silver platter for everyone to view without judgement, an attribute Boruto begrudgingly admitted he inherited from his father for he too failed to mask his emotions away easily.

So it was natural that Naruto would grab any opportunity he got to showcase his desires and love for his wife, which mostly meant a lot of kissing, much to Boruto’s disgust – because let’s be real, what kid wants to see their parents make gooey faces and smooch all the time.

However, being the attentive boy he was, he took notice of a few factors upon seeing his parents’ blatant public display of affection consistently. How the way they kissed varied depending on the situation and how each one taught him something new regarding his father.

The first one was when Naruto was ordered to leave for missions that had the high possibility of stretching as long as a month. Those days were some of the most despised days for Boruto, his possessive nature to keep his hero all to himself raging inside of him like a relentless whirlwind. Naruto would come into his bedroom, sit down on the edge of his bed with that genial smile and pull him into a long hug. Whispers of explanations regarding his duties as a ninja for their village as well as promises of his quick return would echo in Boruto’s ears yet his heart would clench in sadness over the thought of not having his guardian around him conveniently.

Naruto would ruffle his son’s golden tresses lightly, leaning down to kiss the top of his head before wishing him goodnight and to be a good boy while he was away protecting them. After he was left alone once more, Boruto would tiptoe cautiously towards his door, jarring it enough for him to peek at his parents as they exchanged their farewells. He watched as his father knelt down, placing his lips all over his mother’s bulging belly, bidding goodbye to his unborn sister. Naruto would then stand up to capture his wife in a sweet kiss. 

Boruto looked intently at the way his father’s arms fitted around his mother’s waist tightly like a cuff, holding her in place as the kiss seemed to never end. Boruto heard soft whispers of proclamations from his father, saying how he would miss her and the children so much, and that he’d always think about them every day without fail. He then heard murmurs from his mother reminding her husband to always stay safe and to come back soon for she will wait every day faithfully till he does. They sealed their promise with another long kiss.

Boruto never knew how loyal his father was until he saw that.

Hinata was notorious for her patient characteristic, a very strong value she held considering she had waited so long for Naruto’s reciprocating feelings. People barely saw her mood delve into anger so when it happened, most likely it was due to something rather serious. In Boruto’s eyes, his father was perfect and rarely caused anyone to feel upset, but to his astonishment, there have been a few moments where he had seen his mother feel a bit bitter by her husband.

It was during these instances where Boruto would be able to see his hero become the opposite of his usual image. His father’s movements would be hesitant, slowly approaching her with meek advances with touches so light, Hinata would shiver from just a brush of his skin against hers. The kisses Boruto saw his father place on her shoulder, her arms, her neck, were timid and soft, each one filled with apology while his blue orbs pleaded for forgiveness. His mother would eventually crumble and be swept away by him once more.

Boruto never knew how weak his father could be until he saw that.

The young boy remembered a time when he and his younger sister had spent an entire day under the care of Uncle Kakashi, a habitual occasion that arose whenever the silver-haired man wanted to shower his godchildren with endless spoils. With ice cream in each of their hands, they headed back to the Uzumaki residence, Himawari sharing her excitement over Uncle Kakashi helping her make the flower crown sitting nicely on her dark locks.

As they entered the house, Kakashi stopped his movements, blocking them from walking in further. Boruto watched as his godfather tried to avert their attention elsewhere but him being the observant child he was, saw what he wished he hadn’t. He heard his mother yelp in astonishment, quickly attempting to break apart from his father who had been biting her neck a few seconds ago. ‘Aa, dad’s doing it again,’ Boruto thought with a scowl, judging his guardian into being in one of those moods again.

Whenever Naruto was enchanted by this mood, it was like a spell had been cast where he would turn primal, rubbing his hands all over his wife in a rough nature, fingers leaving marks as though claiming Hinata for the world to see. He would kiss her until she was breathless, allowing little time for her to recover from his beastly advances before capturing her mouth aggressively again. Boruto had asked Uncle Kakashi about this, curious as to why his parents would always have red faces, covered in mild sweat and be so out of breath during these moments. His godfather had simply described it as 'Mom and Dad’s playtime’ and that it was best if he didn’t interfere. Not like he wanted to, it didn’t look fun at all.

Boruto never knew how possessive his father actually is until he saw that.

Of course, majority of the kisses he saw his father share with Hinata were more on the playful nature, considering how Naruto was actually a kid at heart. Boruto and Himawari would be eating peacefully at the table whilst their mother busied herself with washing dishes when their father would put a finger over his lips, signalling them to be quiet as he stealthily made his way over behind Hinata.

His tickle assaults always caught her off guard, her giggles filling the room along with his as he pecked her all over her face, neck and arms. His kisses during this always seemed so light and teasing, similar to feathers brushing against her fair skin and making her tingle more. Himawari would always run to join them in their little tickle fight and Boruto would somehow end up getting roped in as well, resulting in the entire household erupting with cheerful laughter. He watched as his father continued to place endless gentle kisses over his mother, grinning widely over the flushed reaction he got from her.

Boruto never knew how childish his father was until he saw that.

Though all these kisses differed in the emotions hidden behind them, what they all had in common was how his father’s eyes constantly radiated with love for his mother. It was like no other.

One night however, he saw a kiss he still couldn’t forget till today. 

It was late, the moon illuminating the dark sky showing how it was clearly past his bedtime. The only reason he was awake was to rid himself of the parched ache of his throat, eager for a nice cool glass of milk. He hadn’t expected anyone to still be awake so his eyebrows raised with curiosity as he saw the lights to the kitchen still turned on. The only assumption he could make was his father just returning from a long day of hokage duties so he scurried over to greet his guardian cheerfully.

Only to be stopped by an unexpected sight.

It was a kiss unlike anything he had ever seen before.

At first glance, he assumed his father was in one of those moods again for Naruto had lifted his mother onto the counter, her legs spread apart by his hands so he could move in closer, his hokage robes still draped over his trembling body. “Naruto-kun… the children-ah!” He heard his mother exclaim, her words dying down under the endless assaults of Naruto’s mouth over her body. He saw how his father’s lips hungrily sought for hers, his advances not slowing down as he continued kissing her passionately, his hands roaming all over her clothed body desperately.

Boruto knew he should leave them alone but he couldn’t take his eyes away.

For amidst all the kissing and touching, tears were flowing from his father’s eyes.

He watched as his mother realized it too, forcing them apart to clutch her husband’s face dearly while pouring questions hurriedly - asking if he was alright with a shaky voice filled with concern. He watched the way his father’s features start to contort and instantly break down as he sobbed into his wife’s chest, gripping her body tightly as though afraid she might disappear.

Boruto could barely make out his father’s choked mumbling but he managed to discern the faint words of ‘Don’t leave me’, ‘scared’, and a repetitive cycle of ‘I love you’. His intelligent young mind pieced the puzzle together. He knew of his father’s lonely childhood and how difficult his hero had struggled through the bleak phases of solitude life before the companionship of his mother thawed out the coldness and filled his life with the warmth of a family. Yet the scars from his fear of isolation still burned, evidently.

He watched as his mother held her husband firmly, kissing away his tears, kissing away his worries, kissing away his pain, her broken voice repeatedly reminding him she was real and further proved it by placing his hand over her beating heart. Boruto heard his mother uttering promises of her always being there and never leaving him as long as they live.

He watched as his father started tearing away from the sadness, a crack of a smile lighting up his features among those tears as he cupped her face between his hands, touching their foreheads together – the young boy saw how his father’s lips mouthed words of gratitude over and over like a mantra, hypnotized into confessing his feelings until Hinata silenced him with a finger, telling him she knows.

They then kiss again and Boruto realizes, this was what separated it from everything he’s seen before.

He had heard of this, from the fairy tales of noble princes and beautiful princesses his mother would share with his sister as bedtime stories. The talk of tales highlighting that despite any sadness or misery in the world, love will find its way.

Only this time, it was in front of his eyes.

Boruto never knew how human his father actually was until he saw that.

‘So that’s what a true love’s kiss looks like.’

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