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Written in the Water

written by vicaniyun | krisho | 232,663 | explicit

Despite having no artistic talent, student Kim Junmyeon signs up for an introduction to painting class at his university. He has a lot to learn, not only about the ins and outs of art, but also about why the grumpy and caffeine-addicted art professor seems to have taken a keen interest in him.

pisces’s take: SS

THIS HAS BEEN ON THIS BLOG FOR AGES AND I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING ABOUT IT YET LMAO okay so this is actually one of the first fics i ever read in EXO ficdom, and honestly? i have 0 regrets. i fell in love with INSTANTLY.

it’s a longfic, and it’s krisho, and it features grumpy ass yifan–that’s a win for me, i think hahahahaha

anyway. i don’t know what to say about this fic to be perfectly honest, because every time i read it i get even more and more speechless, but i love it??? i love everything about it????

watching wolf mv for the first time in years just got jumpscared by so many things.....

every time i see the “aromantics are lucky cause they don’t go through heartbreak” i just laugh.

cause when my best friend moved away, when i failed that test i pulled four all-nighters studying for, when my awesome guy friend had to stop hanging out with me because his girlfriend felt jealous, when me or someone else is targeted because of my/their race or orientation or gender, when i realize that COVID won’t be leaving any time soon, when my parents expect me to get married to a man someday and i realize i can’t ever come out to them if i want them to love me, when other people in the aspec community shame me for being alloaro, when i look in the mirror and break down because i don’t feel like i belong in my body, when i don’t know where i’m going in life because i was always told it was supposed to have romance... among so many other things, i feel heartbreak. every. single. day.

but no, heartbreak has to be inherently romantic. because non-romantic pain is somehow inherently weaker or nonexistent. because romantic feelings are the only form of emotion. because losing a friend or a loved one is somehow inherently not as significant as losing a romantic partner, because apparently, aromantic = emotionless.

and honestly? having my struggles invalidated like that is more heartbreaking than ever.

Trans women make the world a brighter place

Listen up tumblr writers. THE READ MORE TAB EXIST FOR A FREAKING REASON. USE IT DAMMIT. MEANING THAT IF YOUR STORY IS 6k AND PLUS. There IS NO REASON WHY U SHOULD HAVE YOUR POOR FANS SCROLLING THROUGH HALF THE SMUT TAG trying to PASS YOUR DAMN STORY. THIS NEEDS TO STOP. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I hate that I’m always trying to find cool biology themed stuff to wear but all the “nature inspired” clothing companies just have like two crossed arrows or a minimalistic mountain on a sweatshirt. Fucking lame, that’s barely even nature-adjacent. Put the life cycle of a salamander on a jacket, put hyena skeleton patterns on leggings, put a damn field guide of birds of prey on a peacoat and THEN you can have my money. Do NOT give me a shirt with a leaf on it that says “stay wild” or some bullshit I would much prefer clothing that broadcasts to everyone around me how many teeth an adult Jaguar has or how some pitcher plants can catch and digest rats.

The Painting teaser

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader

Genres : Horror, angst, TBA

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: TBA

Collab:  This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed!​

Release Date: 1st October 2021

WC: TBA

She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting. So it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led to family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside had her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

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