Nov 2, 2020
kang namhyuk’s halloween looks ( 3 / 3 ) : an angel (with a shotgun)
“ 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓲’𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮. “
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kang namhyuk’s halloween looks ( 3 / 3 ) : an angel (with a shotgun)
“ 𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴. 𝓲’𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮. “
[ matching with @yhsunwoo ]
kang namhyuk’s halloween looks ( 2 / 3 ) : no face from spirited away
“ 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀.
𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 ! ”
dawn’s social media ( 3 / 3 ) : (priv) instagram edition
dawn’s social media ( 1 / 3 ): instagram edition
❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
They have walked together through the scouring desert, theplace some call the Dune Sea but which is called by those who live there onlythe desert, only that, for it needs no other name but what it is. Black andwhite crows live there, stark as noontide shadows; andsmall furtive lives, all gold and umber against the gold and umber of thesands. Reclusive catswith large ears; small quick foxes; snakes and strange small toads and scuttling insects.And a man, and a woman.
They have walked together through the place where sand gives grudging way to scrub and torock and to low hills roughened by wormwood and thyme, thorn-bush and rosemary,acacia and tamarisk. Woody, hardy plants all, shocking green against the redearth, red stones, beneath a sky bleached out to grey. In the distance, there are mountains.
And they have walked together through the thronging streets of a city at the desert’s edge, among the people who know no other place. The women here still tattoo their faces forbeauty and for pride, still drape themselves in gold so that the men might knowtheir wealth and desire them to wife. In these streets, the rosemary andwormwood, acacia and thyme are also, but dried now and hung, their scents minglingwith roasting meat and cumin and coriander and cinnamon and sweet citron. Thecity is blue, as the sky is not; a dozen shades, a hundred, blue upon blue. Cats walk its ancient shadows. An Pharaz, City of Gold.
They have walked these places together. She has shown themto him, as she has shown him the stars and their names and their stories as herpeople tell them. She has given him these places as gifts, as treasures. A polished stone. A glossy seed. A pure white feather.
He lies now with his cheek pillowed on the softness of herbelly, dark hair a cool shadow against her dark flesh. Outside, the sun is atits hottest peak above the blue streets, blue for coolness and comfort, bluethat pleases the eye and wets the thirsty throat; inside, wooden louvers drawnagainst the punishing eye of the sun, they lie together as lovers, wrapped ineach other and in the dimness. She touches his cheek, his throat, his breastbone.
She wonders, sometimes, if he has seen any of the things she has tried to show him; or if he has only seen himself reflecting back in the mirrorof the world. Men do, she’s learned. Most. But his eyes are grey as the sky.
“There is a secret that women know, Aragorn-Ar,” she tellshim softly, without rancor. No king he, but yet she teases, light and kind. “It is very simple, this secret, and yet few speakof it. It is only this: pain is not beautiful. It does not have meaning. Pain,in fact, is quite boring.” She strokes a lock of his dark hair away from hisnoble brow and thinks of men, and of women, and of white-breasted crows against a skythe color of his eyes. He seems to her very young, for a moment. A boy, and notthe strong man who’d covered her in the cool dimness only a little before. “Pain isonly a thing to be endured. What has meaning, izrê, is the enduring.”
a softer world sentence starters || accepting selectively
✕ CHARMING and SUAVE and just slightly SUSPECT ✕
Your a piece of shit with bad writing and your ocs suck
tiny mini brief hiatus-like thing! i am driving to Pittsburgh for the terribly exciting purpose of actually meeting @curufinwefeanaro in person for the first time! it’s a quick little trip, but i’ll likely not be online much from Tuesday 10/13 through Thursday 10/15. i have replies queued out to post, but otherwise may not be online much, if at all, until Friday.