with the way you write your stories I honestly don’t know whether I want to be them or to be IN them
i am going to wear this message like a badge of honor.
(both, we can absolutely have both)
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with the way you write your stories I honestly don’t know whether I want to be them or to be IN them
i am going to wear this message like a badge of honor.
(both, we can absolutely have both)
MY SWEETHEARTS ❗️
BEAN! It's so good to see you back. Did it only click now that you are also @rooksgambits? Maybe, don't look at me I am old and my brain is slow. God, I feel I missed an opportunity on the plotting meme to add something for the rook as well, please forgive my brain. In any case, I love Elsp. Not only from the graphics you have shown because she is so cute, but from the way that you write her. The softness that comes from a character like that and being able to stick to that will always make my heart full 💗
adflasjldfkj PLEASE it's all good. that is also me but tbf i only sent the plotting meme here so how were you to know??? i am always happy to plot over on my rook as well, however—i am YELLING bc while els is my baby, i sometimes have to stab myself with the reminder that people do honestly like her and want to write with her. so it is v nice and reassuring to receive kind words from people who do (especially the massively talented ones with such interesting muses)!!!!! <3
The devil's contract describes the choice of the brain to give full license for the superego
to guide them until their circumstances become safe and a certain sense of independent survival skill is obtained. The problem is if it does not happen until you are 32 you will be stuck with the superego which is about only using your physical manifestation and seeing life through that lense which is so narrow that leads to decisions that become detrimental to first and foremost physical but also all other sides of you becomes which completely drains of all what you are. What the superego needs is energy and it takes it with the false safety security it creates by limiting external stimuli feedback. That is why objectively people with a strong superego make a lot of objective mistakes that the superego deflects in order to stay in power. People who see people like that tend to stay with those people or take care of them because they have a higher risk of endangering themselves and others. People with superego focus when they get older with intensive pain and serious health issues. In a spiritual sense the devil tries to convince you in making decisions to end in an early death which can be emotionally, psychological or physical. The spiritual question would be - if someone chose the superego and died with that, will he deny access to God using what creates an eternal stay in hell. What the hell. Will you be reincarnated into situations where you always stay in superego and can not get out - how do you end that cycle for that person? Jesus showed us the way. You can always break the cycle but your born situation will not change in every reincarnation. You have to choose God in all the situations where you did not choose him.
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i’m thinkin’ about making some character info templates for google docs. would anyone be interested in anything like that?
Huddling for warmth + gang au taehyung
happy belated new year. don’t trespass, kids.
“Where are we going?”
It didn’t take much convincing for you to spend New Year’s Eve with Taehyung. You didn’t have any grand plans in the first place and you always enjoyed your time with him.
“You’ll see!” He laughs with glee, pulling you through another hole in another fence, and you can’t help but laugh with him.
In fact you had been spending more time with him recently, when Jeongguk was at school at couldn’t go on these excursions with him, he had begun bringing you instead.
“If we get caught,” you eye another sign threatening trespassers with electrocution. dogs, or legal action. “I’ll cry and say you kidnapped me.”
As soon as the words have left your mouth he drops your wrist and falters. You worry your bottom lip, fearing you had gone over the proverbial line with your little joke.
“Oh, no!” He tilts his head, frowning at the sky. “We’re late!”
Turns out he hadn’t even been listening. At least not to you, but rather the fireworks setting off in the distance. He squints down at his wristwatch in the dark, the one his father had given him.
“What time is it?”
Taehyung looks to you with an odd smile and answers your question by hurriedly leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Happy New Year!”
Before you can so much as blink he is dragging you by the wrist once again through the abandoned factory.
You are twenty minutes into the new year by the time you reach the rooftop, out of breath and laughing, just catching the tail end of the fireworks display.
“Wow,” you manage, when you’re not gasping for breath.
“I’m sorry we missed it.”
“No,” you shake your head. From this height, on the very outskirts of the city, you have the most breathtaking night view. “It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?” He smiles fully and you can’t help but do the same.
“I just wish I’d brought a jacket.”
The realisation transforms his face and he’s shrugged off his jacket in the time it takes you to blink at the change. “Take mine.”
The two of you sit in silence on the crates he had prepared for the two of you, a safe distance from the ledge. You sigh, wrapped in the warmth and the smell of him, and the slight flutter in your stomach as you consider his gesture makes you shiver.
“Still cold?” Without revealing that he too is an anxious mess about what has just transpired, Taehyung wraps his arms around you and pulls you close under the guise of warming you up, rubbing your arm for good measure. “I’m sorry I missed,” he mutters.
“Mh?” It’s the only sound you can manage with your vocals in nervous knots.
“When I kissed you.” You stop breathing. “I wanted it to be perfect, but then we missed it and then… Well, I missed.”
He planned this?
“It’s okay,” you all but croak.
“Can–” He pulls away to look at you and you try to maintain eye-contact while he wets his lips. “Can I try again?”
You might still be a little out of breath. His lips are so soft against yours, he’s a little too eager and you’re a little nervous too, your mouth is dry but his is warm and the kiss is a mess, but it’s Taehyung.
He takes a moment to look at you after, and you laugh as he seems to consider the kiss, smacking his lips as though sampling a wine.
“Third time’s the charm?” It’s a poor excuse, but he doesn’t mind.