#(musing.)

[pittvet]

and if I said Plain Sailing Weather by Frank Turner was not only a Jack Abbot song, but also a Michael Robinavitch and a Frank Langdon song, what then?

[minyard-05]

adrian oneshot in my brain

[pleasureprince]

It's just so boring to me when Graz'zt is reduced to "sex pest demon" (<- guy who is allowed because she's JOKING) because the approach feels so base and... I dunno, pornographic, for lack of a better term coming to mind. Slaanesh is much closer, on-paper, to my concrete thoughts and ideas about this guy. It's not so much about the sexual (although it is about that, too!) as it is the erotic, or even more generally the sensual. A lot of baser, more bestial, explicitly sex-driven Graz'zt interpretations feel like they kill the erotic for me.

Yes. he's present in the sexual and the filthy and the base and the corrupt. But he's also just as present in the drive that keeps you awake until sunrise finishing a book because it was just that good; he's in the one and only glass of wine you indulge in after a very long, difficult day; he's in the way you could spend the rest of your life refining and perfecting and refining and perfecting a single magnum opus and, as a result, never finish it.

Every little indulgence that slips over the line into something more insidious is where he lives. Way more interesting than Sex Pest Demon.

[graspedribs]

★  — WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE TASTE LIKE?

sweet, sticky, they have a earthy, honey like flavor. figs were cleopatra's favorite fruit. she ordered that the snake she intended to end her life with, be brought to her hidden in a basket of figs. an ancient fruit that has always fascinated painters, poets and storytellers. yours too is a love that should belong to books and paintings. your love is steady, the people you love know how deep your feelings are because you always remember them how much you love and desire them, and that you will always be there. maybe not with words, expressing your feelings might not be easy for you. it's your actions and attentions that let them know, because they feel seen and heard. figs are luscious, sensual fruits. you're a passionate lover, you crave warmth and touch. you do not fall in love easily, maybe you used to when you were younger but you have now learned better. because you learned that when you love you give it all, you sacrifice a lot and you cannot do that carelessly. like the female fig wasp that, when entering an unripe fig to pollinate its flowers, loses her antennae and wings. you're a quiet devoted lover. yours is an unwavering deeply rooted love. your love is intense, almost overwhelming like figs are, swollen with hundreds of seeds. there's something quite disturbing when looking at its flesh. but that's what it gives it that crunchy, popping feeling, the same of a love that does not know boredom. but beware. you might be a lot to handle, and some times it might be hard for you to remember that not everyone loves as fiercely as you do. let your intensity be a gift, not a burden.

tagged by: @redemptioninterlude tagging: @bottlebymybed / @hurtslikeyoudo ( LUKE. COOPER. )/ @furtheredens ( JUDE. )

[lowplacez]

ooc ; anyways WHAT did i say .. they're soo Lullaby by The C.ure 💀🚬

[tr1cked]

[violetfaded]

liu xiao has no real preference when it comes to picking books to read. he will read any book that's given to him or what catches his interest, from the cover to coming across quotes online or in movies. you'd think he chases the intellectual, that he'd prefer something like albert camus or saramago. or something earth-shattering like cormac mccarthy. thing is he doesn't mind much, he will take what he likes from the pieces he reads and make the most of it. reading a variety of genres allows him to understand how others think, what they want to hear, what they're striving for.

while he will read everything, i do think he has his own reservations about the sentimental: he can't relate to romance stories; he doesn't come from an upbringing where love is defined by common language. love is displayed with power, love is displayed with excess and materialism. love is conditioned to success and to how much worth he can bring to the household. reading stories where love is the center of it all in a way that's too idealistic even for today's standards isn't something he enjoys, and for him it's a form of fiction.

he doesn't see the value in it, in a way. not from a perspective where he can apply it to his own life but he does employ what he reads in pursuit of relatability with the people he wants to make use of.