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eternal sunshine (m) | jhs
⟶ Epilogue/continuation of Spotless Minds
⟶ Summary | You had always felt that meeting him was a chance of fate. He had always been the missing piece of the puzzle that you had been searching for, the beautiful stranger who had somehow become your home. But when your soul seems to refuse to stop searching, you begin to find scraps of the past that had somehow gone missing, erased and forgotten, hiding the pain that would have tainted the perfect life that you have built together. Suddenly, you are given a chance to open the pandora’s box, to collect the missing scraps of your past. Would you dare to open it and risk what you have with him, or would you leave it alone and move on, just the way you had decided to do it a long time ago?
⟶ Character | Hoseok x reader
⟶ Genre | Past Lovers!AU, Lawyer!Hoseok, Artist!reader, New Beginning, inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Minds (yes, the movie)
⟶ Ratings & Warnings | +18/Mature; slow burn (I suppose you’re used to it by now), involving the possibility of incorrect medical and law terms, mentions of mental health issues, mention of (minor) character death, memory loss, memory alteration, angst with happy ending, multiple smut scenes, explicit sex scenes, including: morning after sex, unprotected sex, nudity, shower sex, public sex, sex on a beach (implied), semi-public sex, dry humping, grinding, groping, clothed sex, fingering, breast play, nipple play, clit play, neck kissing, sex while standing, window sex, exhibitionism, marking, rough sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, aftercare.
⟶ Word count | 39k words
⟶ Crosspost | AO3 | Wattpad | Inkitt
⟶ Story Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Mailbox
⟶ Author’s note | It took me a long time to finish this story and it feels like it’s been forever since I first announced this fic to happen, and now we’re finally here. I think the timing is somewhat right with the current announcement being released. I know it’s been a long time since the first story came out, but I do hope you will enjoy reading this one as well.
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Pleasure unfolds,
Do not threaten the treacherous seas,
It will swallow you whole.
With the calamity it beholds.
Within your whispered sighs,
And your muffled outcries,
There lays a mangled doll,
Facing the wretched walls.
Not an ounce of shame,
Not an ounce of guilt,
Only a dash of pain
And maybe a ray of hope.
He coddles you like a child,
Plays with you like how a sailor would,
And make up lies like how fairytales do,
When will you find yourself some peace?
“He said not until we reach the east.”
And you quietly listen.
The void grows bigger,
and the vortex swirls in deeper,
You recall and retrace every feature,
Until it draws you into a misery.
The last you remember are the screams of an aggressive sailor,
Labelling you as a selfish traitor,
You lay there, mangled and wrangled, like a doll,
At last, you can finally dream of a shore.
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Within the hymns of the night sky, the cicadas buzzed, the leaves rustling and your heartbeat echoed through the folds of my skin and into the heart that beats just as hard for you.
My eyes set on you, tracing each crinkle around your eye, how soft your laughter sounded that night to my ears, the grass beneath our feet imprinted with each step and emotion. We waltzed around the grass like a Victorian couple, and you hitched me up onto your back as if I weighed as light as a feather. Our muffled giggles were kept close as a whispered secret to the bed of grass with us that night.
I had never thought the love that was so deeply embedded in our souls would trickle away with the droplets of time. With each passing rainfall, our love slowly washed away. I prayed that the hundredth rainbow never came, for it was the day I promised to wipe every memory of you clean.
98th rainbow… Are we almost there? Do I ever want to be at the 100th…?
I sobbed, like my life depended on it.
I wailed, remembering how I clung to you for dear life.
Now it’s all just a deep fog and a heavy downpour, though there is a hand that extends in front of me, patiently and carefully waiting to grasp my hand, I stare blankly into the bleak distance.
I, too, patiently and carefully wait for every hot flash of you to play over and over and over again in the back of my mind with the merciless rain trickling down my tear-stricken face.
Before I could even choke out a cry, the fog cleared and the wet grass beneath me reveals itself and I revel in it. Either the rain, or the tears sting my eyes, and I blink to clear my vision.
I force my head downwards, and look down to my feet. It’s damp and it’s lined up it’s dirt just like that night, with you.
I dance, and I wail, and I wait for the door that remains closed to my incessant knocks. I feel each imprint of our damp feet that night with the grass beneath me.
There were two rainbows after that downpour.
Love never fails. And if it fails, it was never love.
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The Kolyma (Russia) Woolly rhino (Coelodonta antiquitatis), the only complete permafrost preserved adult woolly rhino known. It lived around 39,000 years ago. © Vladimir Filipov 2012
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“The soul always knows what to do to heal itself, the challenge is to silence the mind.”
— Book of serenity
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love song lament
1, 3 & 6 the oil slick, frightened rabbit / 2 & 4 two tears that needed to be kept, mary herbert / 5, 8 & 10 las ageless, st vincent / 7 a hole in the ice, mary herbert / 9 to see through it, mary herbert / 11 & 13 one door closing, mary herbert / 12a you are my house, skullscrusher / 12b love song, lime garden / 12c cellophane, fka twigs / 14 wishbone, richard siken
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Post corrections/clarifications are my favorite genre of humor: a compilation
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cringe isnt an insult. if you find me cringe that means i have power over you. im having a fucking blast while youre seething with vitriol at my very existence. whos really winning here
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May you never again get attached to anyone who isn’t for you. May you find a love who makes you laugh, never lets the flirting phase end, and gives you unquestionable loyalty. You deserve a love that calms your heart, mind, and nervous system — a love that never hurts you.
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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me—
why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.
for @shestrying
in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / unknown / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante?? / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image
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a girl of fear, a woman of anger— look how we've grown
girls contain multitudes, heather o'neill / king, florence + the machine / The Affront (L'affronto), by Antonio Piatti / In the Dream House, Carmen Maria Machado / this pin / cassandra, florence + the machine / What If This Were Enough?: Essays by Heather Havrilesky) / crush, richard siken / the closest thing i could find was this soundcloud link / a womans beauty, susan sontag / a vision of fiammetta, dante gabriel rossetti / stop me, natalia kills / fury, yevgeny yevtushenko
everyone say god bless you to @pe4rl-diver for the sources
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Meet Me At the Carnival [Part 1] // BTS’ V
What do you do when the person you’re looking for is already gone?
Angst, Carnival AU.
Word Count: 5k.
Part 1 // Part 2 [Final]
I’m looking for somebody. Can you help me find him?
The carnival breathes, it spins, it sparks flames like a firecracker; it is alive. You try to stand firm on the ground, but it’s hard when bodies are sweeping past you like a crescendo wave crashing at all the wrong times. They veer off in every which way to breathe in the magic of the circus: dancing bears, elephants wearing funny little hats, tattooed men juggling five, six, ten flashing knives at once. A clown spinning dishes on a knobby stick. Children grabbing greedily at powdered funnel cakes, fairy floss. Everywhere you turn there is something to see, and there is something for everyone who enters this strange, fantastical land.
Please, he’s very important to me.
Having been deemed unsafe and improper by the orphanage, it introduces itself as a peculiar space from the get-go. Since childhood you’ve gathered and become one with tales of the carnival, yet standing in the very place of those stories now, you find yourself taken aback. The activity is simply overwhelming. Attraction-seekers surround you from all the unpleasant angles, pushing you backwards, forwards, this way and that, like seaweed struggling against the surge of ocean water.
“Move, you’re in our way!”
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Roses
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John William Waterhouse, The Soul of the Rose (1908) // George Frederic Watts, Choosing (1864) // Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red (1998) (my handwriting) // Lawrence Alma-Tadema, The Roses of Heliogabalus (1888) // Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Hendecasyllabics" (1866) // Friedrich Nietzsche (my handwriting) (work = ? date = ?) // Sandro Botticelli, Primavera (1482) (detail) // Lawrence Alma-Tadema, The Roses of Heliogabalus detail (×2) // Oscar Wilde, "The Nightingale and the Rose", Complete Fairy Tales (1888).
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