Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Janaina Medeiros
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Product Placement
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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cw alcohol and kissing
“Somebody has to kiss me right now!” Jonghyun announces suddenly, asserting himself in between Minjung and Kibum. “For good luck."
(ot5 spend New Year's Eve together)
So, I just found your blog a couple days ago and I really love it! But I noticed that some of the stories posted no longer exist. I know you have no control over this but is it possible for you to delete those post? It's okay if you can't, I was just wondering for future followers I guess. Thank you for taking the time to read and/or consider. Have a lovely week!
I’m sorry, I haven’t been on tumblr in a year or so and only just saw this. I’ll try to go through and delete links that don’t work anymore. Thanks for letting me know.
Seriously though, don’t go through the actuallyautistic tag right now. I went through it to see if stuff was in there and found things I really wish I never saw. I normally am not triggered by pictures or posts but these literally were horrendous and some were even illegal. I literally can’t get one of the images out of my heads.
Honestly, protect yourself. Protect your wellbeing. Safe tags deserve to be safe and hopefully they will be safe soon.
this post is from September 1, 2016
don’t go into the tag, stay safe
Actuallyborderline, actuallyptsd, and otherkin tags aren’t safe either.
A note for our followers. Stay safe, guys!
-Mod M
2.34 am
Jonghyun is stimming with the teeth of his shark stuffie, Dex, while trying to decide whether or not she’s going to completely trash the audio file he’s been working on all night when his phone screen lights up, softly blipping as the screen reads: nini ♡
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Pup Sandwich
AU: Cuddle Time Pairings/OT+: squish!Jongtae, queerplatonic!Jongminkey Rating: R for language, everything else is pretty innocent Word count: 1500+ Content warnings: Two ableist slurs, some body dysmorphia/dysphoria, mention of anti-nonbinary and anti-otherkin sentiments. Notes: Sequel to Cuddle Time. Please don’t bother reading this fic if you’re gonna be an asshole about otherkin, thanks. Synopsis: Jonghyun has a new squish. Also pups queerplatonic partners squish pup in a sandwich to give pup deep pressure. Also everyone is nonbinary and ace spec and Autistic.
“I hate everything.”
Minho and Kibum looked up from their shared game of Portal 2 just in time to see Jonghyun appear in the living room doorway following pups dark pronouncement, pups eyebrows drawn together in anger as pups hands clenched into little fists. Kibum blinked at Jonghyun, still processing pups words, while Minho hastily paused the game.
Jonghyun glared at them both in silence for a bit, and then crossed the room and flung pupself facedown onto the empty sofa behind them.
“Any particular reason?” Minho ventured, setting his controller down onto the floor next to him and turning around to face the sofa.
Pups voice was muffled by the cushions. “Got into an argument on Reddit.”
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fucking pokego
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Taemin swore, sucking on his bleeding thumb. He was hopping a barbed (pretty sparsely, to be honest) wire fence that enclosed a private beachfront property, and his hand snagged because he was being careless. A few battle scars here and there were bound to happen, he reasons. More to tell Jongin and Jonghyun about tomorrow.
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Not On the Couch
My first fic for @katrinawritesthings‘ polysquest!! Also on ao3!
~650
Rating: R
Pairing: onjongho
Summary: Minho was met with a site he was tired of seeing and finally explodes.
Warnings: a lil smutty in the beginning but nothing actually happens
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a language that i never knew by goldminegoldmine
Jinki's perspective and identity in stages.
Jinki has never been good with touch. He has the baseline down, he’s good with playful and friendly and brief. He can do supportive: shoulders and upper backs and wrists and quick hugs. But beyond that, he goes blank. He’s never kissed anyone that wasn’t family, and he stiffens in hugs that last too long, never knows what to do with his hands.
-This is actually a chapter of a larger fic about asexual/autochorissexual kai. You can read this chapter as a stand alone, or you can read the whole fic to see how this fits in with the story. I think the author does a good job of showing ace people in relationships with non ace people who respect what they want and don’t want etc.
Jonghyun/Taemin; Beach Babes; PG-13
the one where jong is a surfer nd taem is a stoner
“Aren’t you usually hanging around at the bonfire down there?” Jonghyun asks. He points down the beach at where the fire is just barely visible in the distance. That’s where the stoners usually hang at night and Jonghyun is sure he’s seen bleached hair and purple tips lounging around in the glow of the flames before. Taemin nods without turning to look.
“Mmhmm,” they say, “but now I’m here.”
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Entry #4 Past Appearances
Prompt: Living with disability
Pairings: Jongyu (main), side 2min Rating: PG Warning: angst, car crash, physical injury Word Count: ~10K
Jonghyun knew he looked hideous. He was in front of the mirror, trying to style his black hair. But it was painfully clear that no hairstyle, no matter how elaborate, could distract from the scar marring one half of his face. He was lucky that he could still see on his right eye, the doctors had said after he had woken up from the coma the accident had sent him into. Sometimes he almost wished for that luck to not have happened – maybe he would see less of his own ugliness with only half of his vision.
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What About Us? (OnTae)
Title: What About Us? (½) Pairing: Onew/Taemin Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Transphobic comments, blood and injury mention, loose mentions of sex, very brief spoken sexual harassment Final Word Count: ~15k
Here’s my Big Bang fic!
Jinx and Taemin are from different worlds, but the isolation and self doubt they feel are very similar. Drawn together as they both search for a magical cure for their problems the two grow to realize that there may be a space for them in this world after all. Note: Onew is agender (has no gender) and goes by Jinx in this story.
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If you read it please leave me a comment on the livejournal page or send me a message on here. I’m really curious to hear what people think about this type of story. <3
hope the request for prompt is still open, how's "asexual taemin" sound? there had been a few shawols who wrote with theme asexual lately, and will you join them? I'll be glad with what ever you wrote, family, relationship or anything that pop up your head? please?
i’m just gonna start out by saying i really don’t know a whole lot about asexuality but i looked it up and i really hope this is okay? but that’s why it’s so short i’m sorry orz
Group Bonding
“Did you see all the girl group members backstage today? Holy. Shit.”
Taemin yawns and falls onto the couch once SHINee gets back into the dorm. He’s already claimed the remote by the time Jonghyun and the others can come over, and he’s set on watching Shark Week no matter what these losers want; he got the remote first, dammit.
And now, while he’s trying to watch the beauty that is sharks breaching, these losers are talking loudly about which idol was the hottest backstage today. He wishes they would at least let him watch five minutes of Shark Week before they start having a conversation that they expect him to participate in.
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The fics for SBB 2015 have started to be posted! The first five fics are up, and a LOT more will continue to be added over the next week, followed by a voting period where you get to vote for your favorite fic!
All these fics are over 10,000 words long, and the authors have put lots of hard work into them, so please go read all the awesome fics they’ve written! It’d also be super awesome if you could support these amazing authors by commenting on their fics, even if it’s just a lil “hey, I liked this!”
So what are you waiting for?? Go read and enjoy and comment! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
"I like when you smile." queerplatonic ontae please ;u;
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Eunsook snuggled further into her giant blanket as she swirled her spoon in the jar of nutella and took a giant bite, before turning the volume up on the latest episode of Revenge that she was binging. The apartment door lock rattled and Eunsook jumped as the door banged open, but it was just Tae, home at last from their shift at Burger Palace. They shuffled in, head down, their arms drowned in a giant hoodie that reached down to mid-thigh.
“Tae?” Eunsook inquired tentatively. This kind of body language from Tae was never a good sign.
Instead of responding, Tae walked into the living room and flopped facedown on the couch, their legs hanging half off the side as they buried their head in the opposite corner from where Eunsook sat.
Eunsook paused the episode and reached over to pat Tae’s back. “Hey dude,” she said softly. “You okay?”
Tae let out a long angry-sounding stream of words made indistinct by the cushions pressed against their face.
“Couldn’t quite make that out,” Eunsook prodded.
Tae turned their head to the side. “Fucking manager kept me super fucking late to clean the entire fucking place because none of my fucking coworkers stayed to fucking help. And every fucking customer the entire fucking day kept fucking misgendering me and it was just ‘ma’am’ this and ‘miss’ that every five fucking seconds. I hate cis people. I hate capitalism. I hate everyone. I hate life.”
Eunsook nodded. “Sounds like you had a rough day,” she said softly.
Tae groaned. “I just wanna smash my face through a wall.”
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The author wrote in the tags that tae is aroace and eunsook is demiro ace.
Tbh personal opinion here but I'd be cool with ace people in fanfic having sex as long as they were still ace post-sex. like "oh i thought you were ace" "i am ace. but this made me feel close to you and i liked it" sort of thing. or idk "i am ace but i really like sex; it's fun"
Agreed!
hi there! a friend and I recently started a blog called aaaexo focused on ace/aro/agender representation in exo fics, and a lot of exo-l's are shawols and vice versa, so would you mind maybe giving us a shout out? it's fine if you don't bc we're different fandoms and i understand if you want to keep your blog 100% shinee, but we'd really appreciate if you did. we could do the same for you too (altho we only have ~20 followers so far^^') anyway it's really awesome seeing another ace fic blog :)
Off course! What better is there than supporting each other to let ace/aro/agender fics bloom in the Kpop community! Everyone, check out aaaexo!
-Admin S
Drift Compatible
Pairings: Jongkey, Jongho, Minkey, Jongkeyho Rating: PG-13 (for language and brief non-explicit mentions of teh sex) Word count: 1800+ Synopsis: *movie trailer voice* The poly OT3 Boyfriends Assemble nerds are back, and this time they’re on a beach vacation, cuddling and watching nerdy movies!
(read the first installment in this au, if you want– it’s not necessary to understand this fic though)
As much as Jonghyun loved swimming in the ocean with Minho or tanning on the sand next to Gwiboon, his favorite part about their beach vacation was when the day dimmed to twilight, and they retreated to their small beach bungalow, with salt in their hair and sand between their toes, to cuddle on the sofa and eat with unrivaled and vigorous appetites as the breeze moved through the open windows of the house.
Minho and Gwiboon were making dinner in the kitchen tonight, and they had tasked Jonghyun with choosing their evening movie. He was now in the process of severely overthinking it, as he alternated between scrolling through Netflix and pawing through the stack of DVDs that he had brought in its own small suitcase from home.
“All of Fringe and Warehouse 13? Really, Jjong?” Minho had raised an eyebrow when he saw Jonghyun packing the bag.
“I’m more concerned with why he packed Voyager instead of The Next Generation.” His girlfriend held up the offending DVDs.
“You never know what we might be in the mood for,” Jonghyun said, pointing at Minho. He turned to Gwiboon. “And don’t shit on Voyager. Captain Janeway is amazing.”
Jonghyun deliberated now as he tapped his fingers against the surface of the Voyager boxed set. He decided at last that he wasn’t feeling it, and set it aside. He had been squatting next to the bag for so long that his legs were hurting, and he rubbed his shins absently as he tried to pick something.
As if she had heard his thoughts, Gwiboon called from the kitchen. “You have thirty seconds, Jjong, or I’m going to make you rewatch the second J. J. Abrams Star Trek movie.”
Minho’s repulsed “ugh!” was so strong that Jonghyun could imagine him physically recoiling from Gwiboon.
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