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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 1 year

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My weekly roundup CW 20

I try to write down my thoughts after watching stuff to create a little weekly ranking in relation to the previous week on my, most of the times, quiet sundays (and because I love lists!). These are just my personal opinions and preferences.

And yes, this will contain spoilers!

The Promise is on hiatus this week. I guess it is because they wanted to end the series on WeTV and their Youtube channel on the same day.

→ 1. Love Mate (Ep 5+6)

Most adorable scene this week:

Ahhh, yes, I am obsessed with the series. I love them and don't want to miss them! Sunshine guy and Grumpy Guy are so precious. And grumpy guy is slowly becoming sunshine guy No 2. I love how happy he looks when he is with sunshine guy. I still didn't quite get the pool date and we were robbed of an underwater kiss! It was the perfect opportunity!!!! And they don't need to fool us. They are not date mates. They are a couple. I think it's cute how sunshine guy plays along, even though he actually knows full well that grumpy guy and him are a couple, but so as not to scare him away, he just plays along. The second thing I didn't understand, why don't they sleep together in the same bed? The solution to the problem was of course very adorable and I almost exploded because of the concentrated cuteness of the scene. I would have liked it even more if grumpy guy had climbed down to sunshine guy of his own accord and hugged him from behind. But I don't want to complain. The scene is burned into my memory forever now. And yes, the end of episode 6 fucked me up. Sunshine Guy! Go to him. Take him in your arms! Don't run away! But maybe he just knows grumpy guy well enough to know that he might have closed himself off in that moment. That fucked up ex-boyfriend. It was obvious that he would still play a role. You better not fuck this up in the finale!

↑ 2. La Pluie (Ep 4)

Most surprising kiss this week:

I'm squealing! I was really afraid that there would be a huge problem when Patts found out that Saengtai knew they were soulmates. But with that I am not mad. The kiss on the other hand…Yes, Saengtai initiated it, but Patts was willing to go quite a few steps further. Boy, Saengtai was drunk off his ass! No thought of getting into his pants there. But well, who hasn't made out with someone while drunk? I'll let it slide. Oh man, my critical eyes are really going blind when I like a scene. Not saying it was a good choice of writing the first kiss! Second point…Patts. Talk to your ex, please. Silence has never helped anyone. Especially not in front of love contaminated people. So tell her, hey, I found my soulmate and now I will start a new happy life with him. Other than that, Saengtai and Patts are both like sugar to me. I find their interactions so cute and want to permanently pinch their cheeks. The series definitely manages to pick up from week to week. I'm a little scared when it comes to the drama. I'm not going to like it, but honestly, we're on episode 4 of 12. There's a whole bunch more drama to come…And I'm not ready for it!

→ 3. Happy Merry Ending (Ep 7+8 Final)

The most smitten guy of the week:

Episode 7 I will simply banish from my memory again. But that was exactly what I feared last week. Namely that JaeHyun reminds SeungJun way too much of his ex with his manner. He couldn't offer him any protection at that moment. And I understand SeungJun so much that he sends JaeHyun away, that he wants to be alone, that he wants to protect himself. It's all been so new for him, he was too overwhelmed with the new relationship, because he himself wasn't ready yet from the head. Yes, JaeHyun gave him peace when they were together, but when he was alone, he was vulnerable again. He himself needs to learn to stop being vulnerable and attackable to his ex in order to be a good partner in the future and address and overcome his trauma because: Love cannot heal everything. But even though JeungJun sent JaeHyun away, it was his love that made JeungJun finally take control of his life. He had to make that decision himself to become stronger. And when he is ready, he just hopes that JaeHyun will forgive him…If we were to dive into reality at this point, we would realize that this is wishful thinking. How often does it happen that one person waits so long for another and that other person actually gives a sign at some point, like "Hey, I still like you"? The story would have actually ended at the point when JeungJun asks JaeHyun to leave and compares him to his disgusting ex. That would have been my breaking point, anyway. But, we are not in reality, but in the beautiful world of BL. And here, with the last episode, we get our happy ending, as we hoped for. And may I say at this point that I now wish we had heard more songs from JaeHyun? What a beautiful voice! Makes him even more handsome. I liked the story. I liked that JeungJun managed to turn his life around on his own. I liked the look on JaeHyun's face when he looks at JeungJun. I liked their absolutely cozy looking togetherness. I liked their romance.

↑ 4. Our Skyy 2 (Ep 9+10)

Okay, I was so afraid Our Skyy would ruin my favorites, but shit, was it fun! Would I have liked to see Tinn and Gun navigate their lives with each other after school with new challenges? Absolutely. Do I think the role reversal idea is bad? Not really. It's very amusing to see Gemini and Fourth play each other's roles and give them their own character traits. And they came up with some really good jokes. I was on the floor laughing. The dance scene was so over the top. The whole scene after the exam when they were in each other's arms…I couldn't take it anymore! And to add TiwsonPor as an already existing couple - chef's kiss. They know exactly what they are doing. This is fanservice at its finest. I love it when a show is aware of its fans and what they want, and when they don't just throw it out there, but incorporate in well into the plot. This is so fanfiction!!! It's like the writers and everyone involved really paid attention and saw where the mistakes or inconsistencies were with the original series and now they're making fun of them in an excellent way. Best scene: the guys are all in a room together and Gun and Tinn are flirting with each other and the guys are nagging them not to be so loud. That's realistic for a change. All in all, I liked the episodes of Our Skyy so much more than the previous ones.

↓ 5. My Story (Ep 6)

I don't care about this week! Please don't let Zeke be late for that stupid school event next week and what's with Drake and him? The drama belongs with Sky and Win. Not in our little sanctuary Zeke x Fifth heaven. I resent that! This week was soooo cute again! Fifth is just still very unsure if he can be enough and satisfy Zeke, and Zeke may give him something to doubt there when he agrees to Kim's event even though he promised to be at the school event. And I can already somewhat imagine next week that drama can arise through that. Although I can also understand Zeke wanting to fuel his career as a photographer a bit with the assignment from Kim. These two are going to break my heart before they painstakingly patch it back together. And just between us, I probably wouldn't mind to see their reconciliation in the end.

↓ 6. Our Dining Table (Ep 7)

A kiss? Really now? Not that I think there was really a kiss with the camera shot like that, but still! Brave Minoru! Aside from the kiss, it was another nice, stable episode. Yutaka is opening up to Minoru and Tane is such an empathetic boy, it's heartbreaking. And the dad is my absolute favorite! I think among all of us, he's the biggest shipper of the two!

↑ 7. Step by Step (Ep 5)

Jeng and Pat are so side tracked in my mind right now. Yes, there is progress, they slept in a bed together and you can tell they both already know they like the other. And at the end there was this totally romantic scene with fireworks in the background that screamed for a kiss and then the cut came…okay…but, what really stuck in my mind? My ambivalent feelings about Jaab and Jane. But I did some soul-searching. One of my favorite series is Love Mechanics…so who am I to judge? Yes, Jane fucked up, but shit happens in this world. That doesn't excuse anything, but I'm selfish and I want these two to get together. They both like each other. And of course Jaab doesn't hide it, but he never makes the first move. So it's absolutely clear that Jane is equally attracted to Jaab. So much that he crosses lines he shouldn't. The affair, or even a fling, has a certain tingle, the whiff of something forbidden. It's morally reprehensible and yet the subject matter is always found in the media and people are drawn to it. Why? Because it shows emotions very raw and pure. Because desire for a person is depicted, which otherwise can hardly be transported through the medium. Because it means that the desire for this person, be it purely sexual or even romantic, is so great that one accepts the moral contempt. Because in some moments you have no control over your thoughts and your body. Because it is a temptation that people would like to give in to, at least in their thoughts. It means giving up control to your heart and even if you have never had the thought of cheating, you can still understand what can happen in your body and head. So yeah, I'm not mad about it at the end of this week. I'm excited to see what happens next and I'm eager to see when they get to their happy ending and what other obstacles are put in their way.

↑ 8. A Boss and a Babe (Ep 12 Final)

Most ridiculous dialogue of the week:

The finale surprised once again. How pissed I was at first when it turned out to be just a dream…I hate that. That is one of the shittiest placeholder…fucking dream sequences. And then also at the end of the last episode, so it can't be resolved until the next episode either. That hit home. After that, it was a sugar fest. So much sweetness and romance. Was a little too much for my stunted heart. But it was the conclusion I think we all thought and hoped for. The friends group is and remains my favorite of the series and especially the fact that they have accepted Gun into their group like that and he visibly feels at home there. The roof terrace at the end was a bit much for me. If my partner did that, I'd probably be throwing up rainbows and cotton candy. But anyway. I'm excited to see what happens next week with Our Skyy 2…The preview looked…exhausting, to put it nicely.

↓ 9. Naked Dining (Ep 6)

Oh, Futa… What are you doing? You're dreaming about Mahiro kissing you. Do you want me to interpret it for you? Your subconscious has already figured out that you like him. Your subconscious is trying to tell you what you want, you just have to listen and let it happen. Instead, you're talking about getting married and starting a family. And the look on Mahori's face spoke volumes. He's so hurt and disappointed. He really thought you guys were making progress after Futa's talk of fate, that you found each other again. Oh man. This is so frustrating. All the better that Mahiro told him the truth in the end and leaves Futa alone with his thoughts now. I'm excited to see what happens next.

→ 10. House of Stars (Ep 3)

I found the episode so boring and uninteresting and I don't understand the dynamic going on. I don't get what the relationship is supposed to be between Gun and Pitch. Pitch is obsessed with Gun and Gun doesn't like him, but tolerates him and sometimes looks at him like he's in love with him and is nice to him. And on the other hand, we have So, who is clearly into Pitch and Pitch kind of likes him, but by the portrayal of his character, I really can't see any feelings from Pitch. And yeah, the choice of how he conveys the character is really not working for me. I don't like it. And Pitch is such an unlikable character. He knows he's going to screw up, again and again and again and doesn't learn from it and again and again others have to bail him out while is standing there grinning...Yes, I'm dropping it at this point.

#weekly wrap up #sunday charts #weekly update #josi watching bl #just my opinion #love mate #la pluie the series #happy merry ending #our skyy 2 #my story the series #our dining table #step by step the series #naked dining #a boss and a babe #house of stars #bl series #bl drama

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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Hey there. Hoping you're doing well. This is gonna sound random but I need a reason to watch He's coming to Me. I was looking at a list of all gmmtv shows and I've seen them all, except He's coming to me. And the weird thing is I don't have a reason. I adore Ohm, i don't particularly like Singto but that has never stopped me before. I have no problem with paranormal bl or sadness in bl. But for some reason every time I think I'm gonna watch it, I don't. I don't know if this has ever happen to anyone else but every once in a while this happens to me with a show or a film, like there's nothing wrong with it but I can't press play. And I have no idea why. I was hoping for some motivation I guess, just cause I'm a completionist and it's nagging me that I only have that one show left. Anyway, I'd appreciate your thoughts on this. (thanks for the space)

@nothingsbetterthancoffee, as a fellow completionist, I understand. Nothing can be left unfinished. No stone can remained unturned. No show can be left unwatched! But also, this show is a HOT TOP for me, so let me easily help you by giving you not one but TEN reasons to watch He's Coming to Me:

It has color-coded boys in love. <- The reason I showed up

Med/Mes is a stable, loyal, and intelligent Blue Boy who is happy (yellow) even in death. Thun is a Red Rascal who is spontaneous, energetic, and passionate. The love was always there, but seeing the color exchange always brings a smile to my face.

It's only eight episodes, and they are FREE!

Think of this as an eight-hour workday. Eat some breakfast, clock in to YouTube, watch five episodes (because after episode 5 is the PERFECT place to pause a la Bad Buddy), eat lunch, come back, watch the final three episodes, then clock out.

I know nobody wants to think of watching shows as work, but sometimes it helps to see the finish line at the end of day. Structure aids in productivity. And free is my favorite kind of watching experience, so it makes it even better.

The rooftop scene needs to be shown respect.

Mentioning Bad Buddy reminded me that He's Coming to Me's episode 5 rooftop scene walked, so Bad Buddy's episode 5 rooftop scene could run. Put some respect on this show's name!

The team behind it are elite professionals.

Aof, the director and an out gay man, has given us EVERYTHING! Bad Buddy, A Tale of Thousand Stars, Moonlight Chicken, and so much more. Rath, the cinematographer, has served us beautiful visuals every single time in Never Let Me Go, Dark Blue Kiss, and countless others. The screenwriter, Title, gave us the MaxTul vehicle MANNER OF DEATH. Imagine the Powerpuff Girls, but with film making. THAT'S the level of power behind this show.

The cast is stacked.

You already mentioned Singto and Ohm whose backs must hurt from carry the plot of so many shows on their shoulders, but the rest of the cast is A+ as well.

Sing and Chimon play the best friends, and they are the very BEST best friends. Sing has given us Todd(Black), and Chimon is about to embrace his sugar baby-ness in the upcoming Dangerous Romance. If they can stand next to THE Gun and the Perth, while holding their own, they deserve some recognition.

The supporting cast could beat every other supporting cast in a fist fight without breaking a sweat. We have Gunsmiles (who is no longer on the GMMTV's roster, sad times) who played in one of the best plots in 3 Will Be Free. We have Ampere who plays the office ally in GAP and La Pluie. Then we have Jum who only knows how to play the kindest mother from GAP, The Eclipse, and the upcoming Last Twilight. The twins, AJ and JJ show up, as well as Love who riled up enough people with her performance in Bad Buddy to get her own GL show!

Finally, we have the main ladies! Gigie makes you feel bad that this is a BL, so she won't get the guy, but that's because she is such a good character! Then there is Sine. I won't write much about her because I'm in love with her. I can't be rational about her. She never misses, and as a vegetarian, I would eat meat if she told me to. I. Love. Her.

The plot carries.

We all know shows that drag out the main plot for far too long. This show isn't one. It understands the assignment, and has a genuine plot beyond two boys falling in love. It also has twists and turns throughout that make sense to the original plot. Nothing seems disconnected, and everything seems logical in a show about ghosts.

The love is real.

For only eight episodes, in which one is mainly about a CHILD seeing ghosts, the way the love unfolds between the two leads is realistic. It is odd to see them first encounter each other when Thun is a kid, and Med is already a dead adult, but the way they come together as adults is touching.

The conflicts are believable.

Because of the way Med and Thun meet, and the overall plot, the conflicts are believable. They aren't just having issues because they don't want to communicate, or because it's the second to last episode. NO! One is a ghost who had his entire life ended, and the other is a young adult trying to figure out his life. The hesitation, the separation, and the conflicts in between are plausible.

The coming out SCENES are top tier.

If there is only one reason to watch this show, this is it! I don't need BLs to have a coming-out scene. Ever. If all of these shows existed in a magical bubble where being gay is the norm, I'd love it, but something about how Thun comes out in several ways, first to himself, then to his friends, and finally to his mom are all handled in the most endearing ways. These scenes healed my soul long before Be Loved in House: I Do hit me with its coming-out scene.

It has a happy ending.

Not only does it have a happy ending, but it has several happy resolutions for all the plots. It makes sure to wrap up the narrative while giving a little extra that completes the stories without feeling rushed or random.

Now that I've given you all these reasons, I hope you find it in yourself to finish the series. I know the first episode is rough to make it through, but once you get to the second half of episode 2, it should be smooth sailing.

As for me, I need to go write up He's Coming to Me (in Colors) post.

(thanks for the ask)

#He's Coming to Me #It's a top for me #color coded boys in love #the color exchange #medthun #mesthun

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sourbinnie · 1 year

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je t'attends là sous la pluie | san x gn!reader fluff | on s'est plu comme si c'était écrit

a/n: i took french for three months and this is all i got ok, also i'm sorry about the short imagines (more like thoughts) i've been busy studying and you know dozing off.

i could see a figure through the curtain. it caught my attention all of the sudden as i was spacing out and not being able to focus on my book at all. as nice as french literature was, i sometimes dozed off to other planets where i imagined myself in different scenarios. but right now all my focus was somewhere else and it was my curtain to my house. there was no one home and i was the only one who could see it, curiosity killed the cat, some would say but i was tempted to move the curtain out of the way and just see what it was all about.

i could also hear some mumbling, a familiar voice invaded my ears but i could not place who it was. i decided to end the doubting cycle as i placed my hand on the handle at the door and sighed to myself 'cause this could be the most awkward thing i ever would have to witness. what if it was just some stranger looking at my house? or the mailman? or whatever (y/n) don't open the door, don't-.

"(y/n)? so this is your house?" i heard as soon as i opened the door and if the butterflies weren't there before, they sure as hell were present now. in all of it's glory there stood san and i could not do this today but then i realized it was raining so my first instinct was to grab the umbrella that we left hanging at the door and open it to talk to him outside. "you're so considerate, i totally forgot it was going to rain today."

considerate, i can't believe i was gonna blush because of this.

"what are you doing here? you're gonna catch a cold!" i said and if i didn't sound like a mother before when i was working in kq, i sure did now. that's exactly how we met, i used to be one of their managers but the future had other plans for me and i had to move to another company, separating me from my favorite boys and from my long time crush choi san. i know! it's so cliche but i do not write the story.

"i don't really care if i do, i'm on break right now and i needed to see you. it's been so long." he said smiling and oh god the dimples, the death of me every time i saw them. i smiled back trying not to make a fool of myself but you know how it is with nervousness around people you like.

"it has! let's go for a walk?" i said, clearly not thinking straight because you know the rain. but to my surprise he took my hand and led me on as a sign of approval, fingers meeting each other as i took in how his hand was so big compared to mine. why the hell was i thinking that right now? and why was he holding my hand? either way i was gonna enjoy the feeling while it lasted.

"so what have you been up to? a new comeback on the way?" i asked curiously even though i already knew the answer. it was literally everywhere, on my feed, on the street, every single part of the country knew about the ateez comeback and if they didn't they lived under a rock.

"yeah i'm enjoying my last days before the promotions." he said and i could see those dimples again, it literally melted my heart to see him so happy. "how's the new job? well i mean company."

"it's good, it pays good and the groups are really nice but they don't compare to you guys." i said which brought him to squeeze my hand a little tighter and if this what it was like to actually fall in love in such a pretty way then i don't know what i was gonna do. he was holding the umbrella to cover me more than him and we walked in such a safe & sound way that every step i fell a bit harder for the man i was right now. "i just miss what i had, i was used to it but i guess i'll have to adapt myself to the new life i have someday."

"i just wish you had stayed but i know it wasn't the right decision to hold you back like that." he said and i felt my heart leave my chest for a moment to explode because come on, if he wasn't the perfect man i don't know who else it could be.

"i sometimes wish i had stayed too just because i miss the familiarity, the boys, the crew and mostly you." i can't believe i said that. i looked down as i couldn't face him but he just smiled brightly as he closed the umbrella slowly. pulling me closer to him and meeting me in the most perfect kiss, feeling the small drops land on my face and in my hair as my arms were wrapped around his neck instantly and the kiss deepened. i couldn't help but smile and blush at him taking initiative so suddenly and abruptly but it somehow made sense knowing it was san. it went with his personality the way he kissed with such passion but also so much love & sweetness with a hint of mint.

"i miss you every day but we can change that right? and also it won't be unprofessional to see each other since we work in different companies." he said with a cheeky grin and i just sighed as i was so fucking in love with this man as if it wasn't clear enough. i nodded but then i wondered.

"what would that make us?" i asked curiously and he shrugged, taking my hand again.

"i'll be fine with whatever label you decide because as long as i have you, i'll be happy."

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez imagine #ateez x reader #ateez san #san x reader #ateez x gender neutral reader #ateez drabble #ateez drabbles #ateez fluff #sourbinnie #ateez san x reader #ateez short imagines

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shouldiusemyname · 11 months

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I have resisted writing my thoughts on La Pluie this week because I have too much on my plate. But the urge is strong and I am weak.

First Lomfon

Anyway... I want to say something about Lomfon. I love him and I've been intrigued by him since day one. He is a lost puppy that has made ALL the mistakes. I read @heretherebedork 's worries about Tien and Lomfon and I think we can trust that they will be fine. Lomfon is now starting to go back and fix the mess he's made, and he starts with Tai. we can thank @syrena-del-mar for putting it wonderfully here - Tai is self-obsessed and self-absorbed, so his conversation with Lomfon in ep 11 is really lighthearted. He is the one not taking things too seriously because it's not about himself. It is about Tien so Tai is all he will be fine, he always ends up fine, it's fine, trust me, I know him, I know what he likes, just talk to me, I'll help you out. This is not about me, and I told you I'm good so relax man. It's gonna be fine.

On the other hand, Lomfon is about to die of seriousness and pain. You can see on his face how much he needs to make things right with Tai before he allows himself to fix things with Tien. Lomfon knows Tien, and he knows that his main concern is Tai's emotional wellbeing (seriously, you put it so well @syrena-del-mar ), and there is no way he will be fine moving ahead with Lomfon unless Tai is good.

Then Communication

This all leads me to something that I've been wanting to say for a few weeks now. I find it most interesting how this show comments about communication in relationships. It came together for me this ep when they paralleled Tai's soulmate connection with his parents' soulmate connection. What keeps their love for each other, be it romantic or not, is the fact that they were and still are communicating through it all. They have real conversations both when it rains and when it doesn't rain. And they keep communicating even after the divorce. They are using their soulmate connection the way they should.

I really get Tai here. He is a kid who only gets part of the picture (as all kids do) of his parents' relationship, and he makes assumptions on which he bases his own actions in his own relationships.

What I mean is that because he also suffers from hearing loss, he is the only brother who can't witness his parents communicating as soulmates. When it rains, he turns inwards and also turns sort of blind. He doesn't really learn anything from his parents' experience because he can't see it. He knows how to communicate with his environment, and the show establishes it in the opening when Tai reviews all the different ways people with hearing loss can communicate with people who hear. The thing that he's missing is the ability to communicate with people like him - mainly the one person he needs to communicate with, which is his soulmate and potential romantic partner. From his POV there is no need to put in the effort with your soulmate because you can hear each other when it rains. AND THAT IS ENOUGH.

Well Tai, I hate to be the bearer of bad news BUT you will need to learn that relationships need communication. Hearing is not listening. Having a soulmate connection doesn't mean being able to read each other's minds. It is a basic connection that needs to be built upon, but will not last without communication. When Patts is screaming at him communicate with me! Tai can only respond with read my mind and find out because he hasn't figured it out yet.

I liked how Tai had to lose the hearing loss, and consequently the soulmate connection, in order to understand what communication should look like between partners. When he'll get back together with Patts, it's not going to be rebuilding, it's going to be learning and building from the ground, because Patts and him were not communicating on the same frequency. Patts was communicating, while Tai was only hearing.

So, to sum up, I love this show.

#again hope this makes sense #la pluie #la pluie meta #thai bl #lomfontien

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chinzhilla · 5 months

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i was tagged by @sandushengshou @khaotunq @baek1nho and @chickenstrangers to post my top/favorite creations from each month of 2023! thank you all so much for thinking of me <33

doing this loosely and with director's commentary bc i can never resist

january: my top set is this winteam hugs one. man i struggled so much with maintaining quality while trying to do that yellow to blue gradient coloring down the set. i definitely remembered it as looking worse than it does though, so i was pleasantly surprised to see that no it looks pretty good actually. probably also my favorite from that month since the others are very basic but honorable mention to my chinzhilla set cause i gotta shout out my beloved namesakes

february: top is jimbo the gogurt cat 😻 february was a slow month for me gif-wise so there aren't that many to choose favorites from, but it's probably my eclipse rewatch ep4 for the coloring

march: well uhh march was even slower than february i have two whole posts from that month and they're both eclipse rewatch sets (this was when my old laptop died and i spent like 3-4 weeks without photoshop). top and fav for this month is the eclipse rewatch ep5

april: top is akkayan in the first our skyy 2 trailer and fav is .... akkayan in the second our skyy 2 trailer (the quality of these is so much better how did i manage to make those first gifs look so bad 😅). honorable mention to my coloring in the eclipse rewatch ep8

may: ahh the our skyy 2 days...take me back..... top is every akkayan kiss as it should be. which i think is also my top post on this blog. as it should be. fav is vegas x it's about time (tw for glitch effect/flashing). there's some stuff there that i would go back and change cause i don't think it comes across great in retrospect, but i'm still really pleased with all the technical details

june: top was minoru's heart eyes part 3 (a gif series i WILL come back to shortly - i think the bleak midwinter is the perfect time for an odt rewatch). fav is akk x identity, but god would i go back and redo the typography and layout of the lines/text boxes (iirc i was like. minutes away from missing the deadline on this event so). still very pleased with the blending and what the set actually conveys though

july: oh look another gif series i've put on hold.... top is word of honor rewatch ep1, fav is tied between kp pretty boys (a set which is very pretty itself, if i do say so myself, and was very fun to make) and lomfontien kiss details (truly one of my all time favs on this blog even though it's so simple also everyone please go watch la pluie right now thank you)

august: bombastic side eye: the series takes the cake this month, which was SUCH a fun set to make (as was its spiritual companion, objectifying him to filth, which trailed by only about 30 notes). fav was charn vs wkx quotes. i honestly think i nailed it both conceptually and aesthetically

september: top is the first kanaphan drinking straw cinematic universe which continues to delight me whenever it shows back up in my notifs. fav is tied between cursed sandray parallels (tw glitch) (because it was one of those where as i was making it and inflicting emotional damage on myself, i knew it was going to be delightful inflicting that damage on others, and it was) and sandray x it will come back (mostly for the neon text and its reflection in the first two i just think it looks really good)

october: top was sandray love scene details (tw flashing) which was basically a rip off of my lomfontien kiss one from july but this one was much more successful lol. favorite is only friends x shameful company (tw flashing) (which now i can't look at without thinking of the sign skdjfds). really happy with the cards gif in particular

november: the guynawa kiss won november and they deserved it. my favorite was jim x loss which took me foreverrrr and i redid the last two gifs like three times but it was worth it. also shoutout to my dan x shadow post for all the 'wait there's actual monsterfucking in this show' reactions it elicited

december: top is phayatharn ep1/ep2 parallels and i have to take back what i said about every akkayan kiss being my top post - this one beats it by three notes! which surprised me but i'm glad we're all in this madness together with these two. fav has got to be morkday x come closer (tw flashing) if only for how much i beat my head against a wall over it during the creation process skdjfskj. although i also really love this set of tharn's sexy dream (nsfw) specifically because i added an offset pink layer and i'm OBSESSED with the way it looks with phaya's tattoo

if you read all that.. thank you and also i'm in love with you. anyways it was super fun to look back on everything i made this year! and interesting to realize i'm not nearly as prolific as i thought, especially in the first half of the year. here's to many more gifsets in 2024!!

tagging a few people i don't think have done this yet, apologies if you already have! and as always no pressure

@i-got-the-feels @pharawee @markpakin @difanghua @junghaesin @krystaljungs @firstmix @khaotunqs

#bon.txt #tag game #gifmaker things

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bengiyo · 1 year

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La Pluie Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we had an absolutely phenomenal episode in which two well-adjusted characters went on a date after a complicated evening. I loved it with my entire being, and I am excited to see who they become to each other now that they both know they're soulmates. We also met Phat's ex, who I also respect; she brings a valuable perspective to the reality of this world.

This is some sibling shit. Of course he duplicated a key and just expected to stay over.

I love Suar. He and Title play well together. Tai, who has had one (1) date with his soulmate is suddenly wise about love.

I love these brothers. We needed someone for Tai to be honest with, and it's clear these two have always been close.

Of course Patts is waiting for him.

I am obsessed with their building dynamic. Giving Patts his number, asking him to just be real with him, and then assuring him he'll make up for the years of silence? Negotiating levels of comfort in speech. I'm in love with them.

I don't think Tai's memory of that day is necessarily accurate. He is missing context. His parents are clearly devastated in both versions of this we've seen.

I love Ampere so much. Bow is getting all her life.

I'm so fascinated by Lomfon and his role in this. I like that Tai is capable of vibing with someone else, though I don't know if he recognizes Lomfon's attraction.

Ah, I wonder if Lomfon has been interested in Tai for longer than we suspect, based on those comments about an acquaintance in the car.

I'm actually really excited about Lomfon being skeptical of the soulmate dynamic.

I am loving Tai being possessive of Patts! The pinkie touch still belongs to the gays!!!

Oh my. They're at his dad's restaurant.

Tai know he wrong for not telling Patts that he was taking him to meet his dad.

Okay, so Patts is 27. He's waited 7-8 years for Tai? My goodness.

Saengtai's dad is reading queer. This adds all new context we'll need to unpack later about sexuality and gay men fathering children with women they can't perhaps love the way their wives would want.

I want to know how they decided which brothers would live with which parent during the divorce.

Running through the rain? They'll start the next episode on death's doorstep.

Patts said something horny and was like YEAH I SAID IT.

Oh, nice. Now he's seen the goodies. We have things to anticipate for next week!

I'm hoping my read on the dad is correct, because there's something to be said about a gay man forcing himself into a marriage because of the societal expectations that be with his soulmate. Even if he's been a good father, he could never be the husband his wife needed. This show continues to give me so much to think about.

#la pluie meta #la pluie #la pluie the series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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juneviews · 11 months

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axelle judges bl shows > La Pluie

summary: Saengtai has a disease that causes him to lose his hearing when it rains. For the past two years, he's been hearing his soulmate's voice when it rains, but, traumatized by his parents' divorce even though they're soulmates, he doesn't believe in love with that mysterious voice. One day, though, he meets the man that makes him want to believe in soulmates.

where to watch: dramacool

grade: 7,5/10

pros:

I really enjoyed the characters, especially saengtai & saentien, they really made the show for me and I got quite attached to them! I especially liked that tai, even though filling the role of the shy bottom, kinda switched it up by being being a shy bottom who's not afraid to flirt & voice his opinions. more characters like this please!

beautiful cinematography & filming!

the acting was very solid, I especially have been a fan of title tanatorn since he absolutely CARRIED remember me, and I was so happy to see him definitely deliver as the main lead in this!

even though the writing is nothing out of the ordinary, I found it quite solid still, and I wasn't really let down by the series at any moment, which is something that happens more often for me than not.

the chemistry between everyone was very good, which was to be expected from thai dramas that rarely ever miss. title & pee especially are a very interesting ship & I wouldn't mind seeing more of them!

cons:

not gonna lie, this is a quite predictable series. like, nothing really shocked me apart the one scene where the main four characters all have a fight that was very well done imo, but apart from that not much stands out from this show & it uses a lot of already overused tropes.

I did like tai & patts, but they are quite a boring, vanilla couple, which is fine, but also didn't really bring out much extra interest to the show on my part. especially patts as a character was fine, but definitely fell in the category I've created of "perfect but boring bl love interests", though thankfully at least he's not toxic like many characters present in that list lol.

would I rewatch it: I wanna say why not, but realistically since I do not have the time to rewatch ANY show anymore, I know I won't rewatch this one :(

Overall I did really enjoy this show, which made me want to rate it higher, but when I thought about it, I realized that it is gonna be a show that is pretty forgettable to me. I wouldn't NOT recommend it, but I also wouldn't really go out of my way to recommend it, so do with that what you will.

#la pluie #la pluie the series #axelle judges bl shows #bypiningbisexuals #my reviews are back bitchesssss #so many shows to catch up on lol be patient with me

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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The Lake

Armitage Summer Splash ~ Prompt #15 And thank you again to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for this challenge!

Trope: Arranged Marriage

Quote: “How can you possibly think that?

RA Character: Raymond de Merville

Relationship: Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader

Warnings: attempted rape, violence, oral sex (m/f receiving,) unprotected intercourse, and a teeny bit of fluff.

Rating: M

Word Count: 5,785

A/N: Once again, I used Google translate for the French phrases, so I apologize if they are incorrect.

French Tranlations:

Raymond a dit que je dois vous mettre à l’abri de la pluie, mademoiselle, alors s’il vous plaît, venez avec moi. ~ Raymond said I need to shelter you from the rain, miss, so please come with me

Petite idiote ~ Little fool

Mon amour ~ My love

Rejoins-moi, mon amour ~ join me, my love

Êtes-vous sûr ~ Are you certain?

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“Mademoiselle, s’il vous plaît sortez de la pluie.”

You ignored the little man who’d come up to you to implore you to come out of the rain and back to the camp, where tents had been set up. But you ignored him. You’d rather drown in the rain, if at all possible.

“Mademoiselle.” His hand came down on your shoulder. “S’il vous plaît.”

“Go away.” You shoved his hand from your shoulder.

“Raymond a dit que je dois vous mettre à l’abri de la pluie, mademoiselle, alors s’il vous plaît, venez avec moi.”

You stood up. “I do not care what he wants. He can to go Hell and you can tell him I said so.”

The little man looked utterly horrified. “Mademoiselle!”

You ignored him as you marched away from the camp. You didn't care what Raymond wanted or didn’t want, just as he didn't care what you wanted or didn’t want. Fair was fair and he could go pound sand. You owed him nothing at this point. Nothing at all.

Two nights had passed since he ravished you by a swiftly flowing river, since he told you he loved you. Two nights since he left you by that same river after ravishing you, after telling you he loved you.

Loved you. Bah. A joke, that.

He claimed to love you, and yet he was still bringing you home, where your father was preparing to marry you off to a friend of his. A man who repulsed you thoroughly. A man you would rather die than be wife to, as dramatic as that sounded.

Your heart had never ached as much as it over the last two nights. You didn't know it could ache as much as it still did. How could you be so foolish as to think the boy you loved was the man who’d come after you? That boy was long gone and the man he’d grown into was something of a stranger to you.

No one stopped you as you strode further and further from the camp. Perhaps if you made it back to the road, you could lose Raymond for good and perhaps he wouldn’t trouble to find you again. There were plenty of trees and undergrowth around you. How difficult could it be to find a way to lose him for good and to lose yourself in the new life you so desperately sought?

Probably quite difficult, if not impossible.

Still, what did you have to lose?

Don’t think about that. You would have plenty to lose. Raymond only had the barest of grips on his temper these days and you didn't doubt he could unleash ultimate fury when so provoked. Even so, you didn't stop, didn’t look back, but hurried on, determined to put as much distance between you and he as possible. You had to. Your heart wouldn’t survive otherwise.

It was only unfortunate you were so obvious to your surroundings. You might have seen the man lurking in the bushes before he grabbed you and dragged you into the underbrush, a hand clamped firmly over your mouth, his arm wrapped about your waist.

You fought back, fingernails digging into the skinny, ropelike arm wound about you, your heels slamming solidly into his shins. For all the good it did. He just jammed his hand harder up into your chin, until you thought your jaw would shatter.

Fear poured into you, icy cold and flaming hot at the same time. No one would know what happened to you, would ever know where where to look for your body. Raymond didn't even know you’d gone, never mind what direction you were walking, and unless he knew to look through the underbrush, he would have no cause to think you’d left the road.

You fought to breathe against that iron band wrapped about your middle, against the grimy hand grinding your teeth against one another. You tried to scream, but no sound emerged, only an odd rumble in your throat gave any indication of your attempt.

Branches, some with thorns, grabbed at you as if trying to pull you from the brute’s arms. They tore at your dress, at your arms and legs, leaving stinging scratches in their wake. Black dots danced before your eyes as your lungs screamed for air.

If you let me live, I’ll not run again.

You had no way of knowing that at that same moment, Raymond rolled his eyes as René prattled on about how you’d run off. Again. He rubbed his face with both hands and then snapped, “Suffisant! I beg you, be quiet. And worry not. I will find her. Again. And when I do, she will not bolt again.”

He fastened his scabbard about his hips and strode from his tent, his mind whirling with all the ways he’d make you pay for making him find you. Again. His gut churned with fury, but that wasn’t the only thing that warmed his blood at the moment. The thought of turning you over his knee and paddling your backside aroused him as much as it satisfied his need to punish your wayward behavior.

He caught sight of you about a half a mile down the road, but didn't increase his pace. His strides were almost twice yours and he knew he’d catch up to you with little effort.

But then a shadow shot out from the side of the road and Raymond’s blood threatened to boil right out of his veins as the shadow grabbed you and dragged you off the road.

His sword made no sound as he unsheathed it, and moved swiftly toward where he’d last seen you. Thinking he had you exactly where he wanted you, your captor seemingly didn't care how much noise he made as he forced his way through the foliage. Your muted shrieks blended with the snapping branches that cracked and crunched as they split, and the leaves that rustled with each footstep.

He heard the soft thud of a body hitting the ground, follow by your bloodcurdling scream and the sound of a fist hitting flesh. A resounding slap followed.

Raymond burst through the underbrush, sword in his right hand. With his left, he snagged a handful of tunic and in one fluid motion, heaved the man off you. The lanky man crashed in a heap behind Raymond, who spun about and without hesitation, dug the tip of his sword into your assailant’s throat.

“And just what mean you by this?” he growled. “She is with me and is under my protection.”

The man stared up at Raymond, eyes wide and round and glinting with fear. “Please,” he began, his voice reedy and thin, “I did not know she was your woman. Take her. With—with my blessing.”

“With your blessing?” Raymond snorted, smirking down at him as if that was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “She is not yours to give and I need no permission from you to take what is already mine.”

“If you do not want her, then I—”

His remaining words would never be heard as Raymond gave a flick of his wrist and severed an artery in the man’s neck. Blood spattered him but he ignored it and turned away. The last thing he saw of your assailant was the grimy hand clasping at his severed neck as he gurgled and choked on his own blood.

You lay there in the underbrush, ears ringing, right eye watering from the blow that laid open your cheek, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you dragged in clean night air. A shadow loomed over you, fear biting into you once more until the shadow moved closer and you saw it was Raymond.

Blood spattered his face, his tunic, as he re-sheathed his sword and crouched beside you. “Petite idiote,” he growled even as he brushed your hair gently from your face.

“I know,” you managed to force past your trembling lips. Tears flooded your eyes but they had nothing to do with the throbbing pain in your cheek and everything to do with your relief at seeing him there, at knowing you were safe once more.

He gathered you in his arms, lifting you as if you weighed nothing, and you offered no argument. Instead, you wrapped your arms about him and buried your face in the rough linen shoulder of his tunic, whispering, “I am so very sorry.”

“As you should be, you little fool,” he rasped back, carrying you past the man now lying in a pool of his own blood, forever still. “Had I not seen you…”

He didn't finish and he didn't need to. You knew how it would have ended. You shivered against him, your stomach tossed and a brackish taste flooded your mouth. You fought to keep the meager contents of your stomach where they belonged. The last thing you wished was to be sick on him.

You let out a shaky sigh, the tremble rippling through you nonetheless. Perhaps it was only instinct, but his arms tightened about you and his voice grew oddly gentle as he said, “You’re safe now.”

“I know. You—you killed him.”

“Not nearly as slowly as he deserved, however.”

You shuddered at the coldness of his voice, as if he’d done no more than put down a sick or wounded animal instead of killed another man. He skidded down the slope back to the road, losing his footing twice before he was on somewhat even ground again and you said, “You can put me down now.”

Raymond did just that, but his hand remained firmly at the small of your back. “You still think to run from me? Haven’t you learned yet, you cannot escape me? Or, if you did, what fate surely awaits you somewhere on the road between here and wherever you think to run.”

Hot shame poured into you, along with an equally hot feeling of idiocy. You knew how dangerous it could be, a lone woman traveling, and at night no less, and yet, you didn't stop think. And now the last thing you wanted or needed was a lecture from him. You pressed a hand into his chest and tried to push yourself free of him. “Let go of me.”

“No.”

“Raymond! Unhand me at once!”

His fingers only pressed harder against you, holding you fast no matter how you shoved against him. You looked up at him and shook your head. “You save me from rape, only to send me to a man who will think nothing of doing just that to me. Why?”

“The choice is not mine. The contract was not mine.”

“So you’ve said and we’ve had this conversation already and I’ve no desire to hear how stupid you think me to be.”

“I think nothing of the sort,” he said softly, shaking his head even as he continued to refuse to release you. “But, I have also no say in the matter, as I’ve my own bargain to honor.”

You stopped fighting him, a sudden weariness seeping into every fiber of your body. Instead, you heaved a mighty sigh and sank against his chest. “Why do you insist on bringing me back? You know what will become of me if you do.”

Now he stepped away from you, the hand on your back moving away from you as he did. “As I’ve said more than once already, the decision is not mine to make.”

“Nor is it mine, apparently. But the difference is, it affects me.”

He reached for your hand. “It is of no matter. We must go back.”

You stared down at the long, thick fingers wrapped about your wrist. Your entire arm tingled from his touch and when you looked back at him, you were certain you saw hints of pain in Raymond’s piercing blue eyes. “You don’t wish to take me back,” you said softly, “do you?”

For a moment, his gaze wavered and he shook his head. “I don’t, no.”

“So, then, why are you?”

“Because it is what I was hired to do.” His voice was low, his growl almost black in its depths. “And what I want is of no consequence.”

“You said you loved me,” you told him, coming closer to lay your free hand against his chest, over his heart. “Did you lie to me at that moment? Or is that why you came after me now?”

He pressed his lips together while you tried to brace yourself to hear that yes, he’d lied and no, he did not love you. You’d spent so long dreaming of winning him of winning his heart, and you thought you’d done just that the night along the river. It would gut you if he didn't feel the same.

Then, he offered up a low sigh and met your gaze easily. “I did not lie.”

You tried not to smile even as your fingers curled into the wrinkled linen of his dirt-and-blood-spattered tunic. Your heart rose for the first time since he’d pinned you beneath him on the soft earth in the sweet-smelling grass two nights before. A pleasant warmth swirled through you at his unexpected confession and you looked up at him, meeting his eyes as you said, “Is that why you took me at the river? Was it done to make me unmarriagable to the Comte?”

“No.” He shook his head, his voice barely a low growl. “I did it because I was weak. I gave into the temptation because it was easier than fighting it.”

“Weak? You are anything but weak.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Am I so tempting to you?” You slid your hand up over his chest, his breath hitching as you reached his shoulder and let your fingertips just graze the side of his neck, which was prickly with stubble. Beneath your fingers, his pulse sped up and as it did, a feeling of triumph surged through you. He was so very close to capitulating. You felt it in the ragged edges around his breath, in the way he tensed beneath your touch, and as he brought a hand to your hip, his fingers tightened on you.

“You need to leave me be,” he murmured, his voice husky. “I cannot be what you wish me to be and I will never be the man you need.”

“You already are him,” you said, letting your fingertips dance along the back of his neck. He drew in a sharp breath, and his eyes closed for a moment.

A low sigh bubbled to his lips, one filled with longing, and at the end, he tacked on a breathless, “I cannot do this again. We cannot.”

“We can.” Your fingers curled of their own over his neck and you tugged him ever so gently toward you.

His lips hovered above yours, his breath warm against them. They just brushed yours as he managed to grit, “It is out of my hands.”

“But not mine,” you told him. “I do not want to go to the Comte, Raymond. Not when I can stay here, with you.”

“You cannot—”

You silenced him with a soft kiss, your heart quickening as his hand on your hip slid around so his arm encircled you. You surrendered to him, winding your arms about his neck, your fingers slipping through the cropped hair prickly along his nape. He moaned softly into your mouth, his body tensing against yours.

He pulled back, but didn't break the kiss entirely, whispering, “Are you certain?” around it.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” you told him, drawing back to meet his eyes. “You’ve had my heart since I was a little girl, Raymond. Trust me with yours.”

“I have none.”

“Nonsense. Of course you do. You’ve never been anything but gentle with me. I mean, aside from your parting words the other night.”

To your surprise, a sheepish smile curved his lips slightly. “I was angry at myself for giving into that weakness, for taking something from you without knowing if you were willing to part with it.”

“How could you possibly think that? I would have gelded you if I didn't want to part with it. You ought but know that by now,” you told him, smiling up at him. “I’ve spent years dreaming of that moment. And it was just as wonderful as it was in those dreams.”

“Well, now I know you are playing me false.”

“I’m not.” You shook your head, your heart soaring up into the night sky as his eyes softened and his hands slid up along your back.

He loomed over you, all broad shoulders and wide chest. Even without his armor, he was impressive to behold, and you wondered how much more impressive he’d be naked. There was only one way to find out.

You pushed up onto your toes and brushed his lips with yours. “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?”

“You will see.” You pulled away from him and held out a hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

That gentle whisper touched you deep down in the center of your being. Somehow, you didn’t think he trusted easily and that he trusted you spoke volumes. He laid his hand in yours and you gave it a squeeze before leading him back to the road and down it, further away from the camp. “Where are you going?”

“There is a lake back here. We passed it but you were too busy ignoring me to see it.”

“I was not ignoring you. I was angry at myself for what I saw as my transgression with you.”

“Don’t be silly. I loved every moment of it.”

He stopped dead in his tracks at that, jerking on your arm in the process. “You did?”

You tugged back on his arm. “I did, yes. Does that surprise you?”

“It does.” He paused, then added, “But in a good way.”

You winked at him. “Come.”

He dutifully followed you down around the bend, until you came to a clearing. There, a small lake sparkled under the moonlight as if a million diamonds dotted its surface. You turned to Raymond, your heart beating twice its normal rhythm now and it sped up at the rare tenderness you saw in his eyes.

His fingers tightened about yours and your mouth went dry as you whispered, “Will you have me, Raymond de Merville?”

He gazed down at you, then without a word, brought your hand to his lips to brush its back with a gentle kiss. “Do you know what you’re giving up?”

“Do you know what I’ll gain?”

His hand came to your sore cheek. “And this does not hurt?”

“Oh, no, it absolutely hurts,” you told him with a hint of a smile, “but I find the pain fades when you touch me.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded. “It is.”

He gently drew you into his arms and bent to press his lips to yours. You hadn’t lied. The moment his lips claimed yours, the pain receded to the farthest, darkness recess of your mind. He might have done many terrible things, might do many more terrible things, but you knew he would never intentionally hurt you.

His arms tightened about you. He bent you back ever so slightly as his lips parted and his tongue plunged between your lips to sweep along yours in a lazy caress.

You smiled against his lips, sliding your arms about his neck. The heat from his body sank into you, your travel-worn gown slowly growing too heavy and confining. Raymond’s hands slid up your back and a moment later, the bodice loosened, the night breeze a welcome caress on your overheated skin.

Unlike the last time you’d been with him, there was nothing hurried or rough about him. He swept his hands over your back, caught the bodice to eased it from your shoulders, down your arms. You let him slip it off, then he hooked his fingers in the skirt and pushed it down, leaving you before him in only your thin chemise.

He drew back, his gaze roaming slowly over you, his eyes glittering in the moonlight. He reached for you, catching the slightly frayed blue ribbon lacing your chemise closed, and tugged. The ribbon slipped free and his eyes never left yours as he caught the edges to draw them apart.

“Belle,” he whispered as the linen parted to bare the inner curves of your breasts. The breeze stirred, but the heat of his stare kept you warm. At least, until he brought a hand up to draw your chemise away from you and then cupped your left breast. His palm and fingers were rough against your sensitive skin, but his touch itself was more gentle than you’d have ever imagined him capable of being. This was not the same man who, the last time you were together, merely lifted your skirts and took you.

No, this Raymond was your lover, his thumb gentle as it swept slowly about your nipple to send a ribbon of fire twisting through you. You bit down on your bottom lip as he brushed his thumb in the opposite direction, as he caught your nipple between thumb and forefinger to stroke, to roll, to gently pinch until you thought you’d go up in flames if he wasn’t careful.

Your eyes grew heavy lidded. Your breath smoked about its edges. Your teeth caught your bottom lip, worrying it as he tortured your nipple so sweetly. You felt it clear through to the center of your being, your core doing a slow melt with each teasing tug. Your head spun from the sensations rippling through you, the ones that had you reaching for him, your fingers curling into his tunic to grip it and steady yourself.

He bent to you, his lips hot and his kiss molten as he seized your lips once more. Acting of its own accord, your hand curved against the bulge forming in his trousers, and as you traced your thumb along the solid ridge of his erection, he shivered against you, kissed you harder now, and his hand tightened about your breast to knead an achy fullness into it.

You ached to touch him, to feel his hot skin bare against yours completely. He let go of you, broke the kiss to lean away as you tugged his rough tunic up as far as you could reach. He smiled, gripping it by the back of the neck to whisk it over his head. Then he was back, his lips crashing against yours, his hands hot on your bare skin as they worked your chemise over your shoulders, down your arms, and it hit the ground at your feet atop your gown.

He broke the kiss, shifting to let his gaze slide along your length. Your cheeks grew warm beneath his appraisal, the urge to throw your arms up and cover yourself surged through you with enough force that you started to just that, only to have him catch your wrists and shake his head, a rare, teasing smile on his lips as he said, “You are not hiding this from me.”

Heat swept through you at his lust-filled eyes, at the way they roamed over you, devouring you as they did. He stepped up to catch your face in his rough hands, tilting it so you looked up at him. His thumbs were gentle as they swept along your cheekbones. “No other man will ever touch you,” he growled. “You are mine.”

“You say that as if you expect me to fight you on it.” You couldn’t resist teasing him. How could he think you would ever even want another man? You’d dreamt of Raymond since you were in swaddling clothes, and two nights ago, you gave yourself willingly to him. He had to be mad to think you would ever seek out another now.

When he bent to you, you melted against him, tried to tease him with your lips, your tongue, the same way he teased you. You caught the fastenings of his trousers, worked them open, and hooked your thumbs in the waist to push them down. As they slid down his thick legs, you slid down with them. Oh, your knight was an impressive man, thick and hard and ready for you already. You dipped closer, hesitating only slightly before running the tip of your tongue along his length.

A low, rumbling purr rolled across the darkness, rolled through you, and his hands sank into your hair, where they twisted and gripped you as he murmured, “Take all of me…”

You weren’t exactly certain you could, but it was well worth a try, so you did, your lips slipped over him, closing about him, and you pulled him deep. His fingers twisted harder in your hair to the point where a sharp sting swept across your scalp, but then, as if he realized he’d hurt you, he eased his grip, murmuring. “I beg your pardon, love…”

You answered him with a slow glide of your tongue along the underside of his shaft, with a gentle stroke of your fingernails along the backs of those thick thighs. He shivered against you, rocked against you, met your teasing rhythm with his own, and gently thrust against you. A low string of endearments bubbled to his lips, broken up by oaths as he moved with you. You smiled as you teased him as well as you could, with long strokes, playful flicks, and soft pulls until he shivered against you, his body trembling as he neared his climax.

He pulled away from you then, and caught you beneath the arms to tug up to meet his ravenous kiss. His lips were ever so gentle and sweet as he swept a steaming kiss along the curve of your neck. Over the rise of your left breast, where he paused to take your nipple in his mouth and swirled the tip of his tongue about it until you let out a breathless laugh. You’d never seen Raymond so playful, smiling as he let your nipple pop free, then shot up to kiss your lips before moving down over your belly.

He crept lower, moving slower with each pass. Soft kisses rained over your belly, followed by teasing nips that didn't hurt but made your toes curl from the sinful pleasure they sent thrumming through you.

When he came to to the thatch of curls between your legs, he offered up a smile that was beyond wolfish, that promised delightful sin and wicked pleasure as he whispered, “I wish to taste you,” and sank to his knees before you. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of your powerful knight bowing to you. He gazed up at you, offered a sinful smile, then bent to you, slipping into your slick folds with a low moan and dipped to slip his tongue into those curls.

His first caress was slow and delicious. Fire raced through you as he slid down toward your entrance, then back up to circle your pearl. He laved it tenderly, then roughly, then traced a teasing circle about it.

Each pass brought forth a new and delectable sensation to course through you. Your core clenched, melted, your hips rocked to meet each stroke. Your hands found their way into his hair and you fervently wished his hair was longer, so you had something to grip as you moved with him. He brought you closer and closer to the edge of madness, and his tongue swept over your aching pearl with no hesitation now, but with increased pressure and greater speed. Fire filled you. Knots twisted sharply deep within you. Unspeakable pleasure awaited you, white-hot and honeyed and you desperately wanted to taste it, to savor it, to let it wrap you in its arms and carry you out into the unknown.

His hands pressed against your inner thighs to open your legs wider and when they did, he eased one back along you and then he slid a finger inside you, crooking it to stroke you as you teetered on that edge. One more pass and then—

You came undone against him, the knots bursting to fill you with a bliss you never knew existed. You clenched around him, ground up against his hand, his lips, your fingers twisted tighter in the hair you managed to snag and he didn’t ease up as you shattered around him, as your knees threatened to go to jelly beneath you.

“Raymond!” Your voice rose into the night like the cry of a nightbird as you surrendered to the nirvana wracking your body and robbing you of your senses. He continued caressing you with his tongue until you couldn’t stand it any longer, breathing, “Oh, mercy, please…” as you fought to get away from him.

He slowed, then kissed your mound, and lifted his head to offer up that wolfish smile on his lips. Then he stood and swept you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing and splashed out into the lake with you.

The water was warm from the summer air and the sunshine that beat upon it all day, and he waded out until it was chest deep, and left you buoyant in his arms. You eased your legs about his hips, smiling at the low moan that rose to his lips in response.

His lips found yours, his tongue twisted with yours and a moment later, he wrapped his hand about his cock and guided it into you.

You hummed all around him, eagerly taking him deep, rocking your hips to make him moan softly above you. Water sloshed as he thrust, and while he was gentle with you, he still drove deep. You wrapped wet arms about his neck, and pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. They were pale slivers of ice in the darkness, but not nearly as cold. He held your gaze, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion and soft as he whispered your name as he moved you against him to meet those delicious thrusts.

Unlike the night by the river, when he had to take care because of your pain, he drove deep. You gripped him with your thighs, let your fingernails sink into his shoulders, and his name rang out into the night as he surged hard and fast inside you. He was relentless in his thrusts, each one more powerful than the last to send a fiery pleasure tearing through you.

Your name was a breathless growl against your ear, as were his gritted words of love that came with each powerful thrust. You wrapped about him, clinging to him, and when he trembled against you, you clenched around him, smiling as he arched hard, went rigid against you, moaning, “Mon amour, ma belle fille,” as his release joined yours and he spilled hard inside you.

His arms trembled even as they tightened about you, as the rest of his body trembled against yours. He nuzzled you, his face buried in your neck, his breath hot blasts against your skin, and you let your eyes close at the gentle kiss he swept along your skin. “Will you have me as your husband?”

He said it so softly, you almost didn’t hear him. Almost. Tears stung your eyes as you angled back slightly to meet his tender blue eyes. You pressed your lips together to keep them from trembling as you brushed his dark hair way from his forehead. “If you’ll have me as your wife.”

“There is no other I would have.” His eyes closed, his lips went slack for a moment as another ripple of pleasure swirled from your body into his. “Oh, love… I will speak to your father when we return.”

You shook your head. “We cannot return, Raymond. He will never allow it, will never break the contract he’s made with Comte de Verlaine.”

He shifted, easing himself from you, but held you still, his fingers pressing into your backside ever so gently. You waited for him to lower you, and hoped you’d be able to reach the bottom and keep your head above water, as he was over a foot taller than you. The last time you made love, he got up, dressed, and walked away, and you found yourself wondering if he would do just that again, leave you in the lake as he sloshed back to shore.

But this time, he offered up a rare smile and bent to brush your lips with his once more. “We will figure out what we’ll do come the morning.”

You snuggled closer to him, your head resting against his shoulder, your fingers skimming lightly through the dark hair bristly at the nape of his neck. “We should just turn and go wherever the wind takes us.”

He pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “Just go wherever the wind takes us?”

“Yes. Ireland. England. I don’t care.” You lifted your head to meet his gaze. “Who will stop us.”

“Your father will come looking for you.”

“He won’t even know where to begin the hunt.”

“He is not so great a fool.” Raymond began to walk back to the shore, the tremble completely gone from his massive body now. Once you were back on land, you each swiped the droplets from your skin, and when you were sufficiently dry, he reached for his trousers. Your heart sank as you waited for him to simply walk away again.

He didn’t. Rather, he surprised you by helping you dress, buttoning the back of your wrinkled gown even as he swept your hair to one side and rained teasing kisses from your nape to first one shoulder, then back to the other. You’d never seen him this way before, and hoped with everything you had that it was not the last time you’d see it. You rather liked his playful side.

Then, he caught you by the hand, linked his fingers with yours, and you strolled back to the campsite, his thumb grazing your hand with every other step.When you returned, he he brought your hand to his lips and whispered, “Rejoins-moi, mon amour.”

“Êtes-vous sûr?”

“I am very certain.” Those blue eyes sparkled more than you’d ever seen them do and it did the oddest thing to you. No one else was about, as they were all tucked away in their tents or bedrolls, sound asleep, so there was no one there to see you smile and follow him into his tent. And had you known what awaited you come morning, you would have made certain to savor every last moment with Raymond to its fullest extent.

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desire-tenderness · 3 years

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𝒜𝑣𝑒𝑐 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝒯𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑒.

14 January 2021,

Hello my love, I hope you’re well. I have written much more often than before. When we are energized or distressed, it flows perfectly. And, well, I’m here in my room writing you a letter. Barefoot, to contrast the warmth I feel after drinking two glasses of Negroni, while listening to a song, Jardin D'Iver. "Ta robe à fleur Sous la pluie de novembre Mes mains qui courent Je n'en peux plus de t'attendre" I want to thank you for giving us space so we could talk in October last year. Jack has been a great friend to me, it’s good to have him around. I’m sure he opened up this space for you to hear me. I need to thank him for taking care of you, he told me how things are going. You’re such a strong woman, Lily; so amazing. Life is a school, we need to go through situations to learn how it works. It’s I know, sometimes I sound like an old man talking, damn it. I’m still sorry for all the pain and chaos involving your father, that sucks. You know you have me to talk to about anything. I wish I could hug her or at least see her smile, even from afar. Are you reading? As a religious man, I ask God to. Remember how we were in September 2019? When I said those days on Capri were the best days of my life, it wasn’t and never will be. I remember every second, every detail, every smell, taste, or feeling. Fucking Lily, this shit was so real to us.

When it was all over, the emptiness filled me for long days, months, it’s true.. I’m wrong, I’m flawed in many ways. Many times I get tired of the image that they built for me and it made me lose heart in June last year, I am not proud, but I should not condemn myself. I was not happy, I was in disgrace on the inside. I care a lot about these things. But I would never want my care to be misinterpreted. I’m just a guy trying to be the best for my family, my career, my friends, the best for me, the best for you. But I always look like Weird Chalamet, the guy who’s super dedicated to his work, clumsy and smug. But all the moments I spent beside him I could truly see and feel the boy I carry inside, who I am without fear or fear. My best version of it. Lily, my heart is wild, it’s human. Once you told me that I have a perfect soul, would I have failed you if that were true?

In that house, alone, in the middle of the vast green at Woodstock I could reflect so much, you have no idea. I needed it, my chest caught fire from the inside. Capturing the essence of a Dylan of my own, my version, it brought me contradictory thoughts about what I was feeling, but those thoughts were very strong. Sometimes I think some things I feel are wrong. the questioning lives inside me, it even disturbs me. I wanted to be alone with myself. Being "alone" is not bad, it is essential to know how to be well alone. I get a lot of pleasure from enjoying things alone. Travel somewhere where I was anonymous and it was just me and my backpack for a few days. You know what I found when I walked into the house? An ashtray with a sticker from a Hot Chocolate disc. It reminded me of Thanksgiving when we were all gathered in the room waiting for you to show up with the cake. When you started playing You Sexy Thing and you showed up with the cake in your hands, I immediately saw the most beautiful smile in the world and your cigarette on the red cigarette holder. I only used the ashtray a few times while I was there.

The sun was shining in Woodstock and a rainbow formed in my head. That sunlight passing through the trees. I could breathe a little and even sleep soundly. I had my coffee on the balcony while I filled out the Chronicles book. Ali, I heard at least 7 times the Bob Dylan’s Dream song before entering again. That time alone served me to learn more about myself and the world. However, that night there was the feeling that the room was getting too big, the microwave lasagna with the individual portion gave me a slap in the face. I looked around wanting to find a familiar expression, someone who asked me about my day.

Shit, I needed to call you right now to say these things, but I would cry. I spend all my time imagining you, Lily. As I lie in my bed, I can’t stop thinking about everything you said to me those days, those nights, those afternoons. Thinkin'Bout You in the starry night, remember? Frank Ocean playing perfectly to make love. We got so drunk that we could barely concentrate on what was around. But we had total control over what was going on in that room. It’s inexplicable how much more beautiful everything looks when you’re around. I remember perfectly how you led me to the delirium. You kissed my back as you bit her, and I looked you in the back of my eyes and I was hypnotized. Your breasts fit perfectly in my hands, your perfectly drawn mouth bewilders me, your wide smile automatically makes me imagine the power of your lips, man.. limb starts throbbing.

You said "Peach me Timmy", and our kisses began to burn, my body feels its touch like never before. Orgasm was like being under the influence of psychodelia. Come on, I’ve never felt it before and neither have you. That morning we made our breakfast to the sound of Otis Redding - Cigarettes And Coffee and we loved each other again. I want the fire we both made to still burn on you. Nothing is the same. I wrote to you almost every day in secret. Adult loneliness is fucked up. And I’m as weak as a man could be and I can’t help it. I want to feel you close to me, if you snap your fingers I’ll run to you, Lily. House Of Cards started playing here in the room, it’s like the volume is increasing by itself and the loneliness starts to fuck my brain without mercy, without affection. It seems like it’s part of adult life to feel this tightness in your chest, this urge to have someone within reach of your hand, skin and embrace. Seeking shelter in the pleasure of others does not solve this. I understand that opening the house and life to another person is scary, but I never wanted another person. I’m sorry about the media toxins, that shit really gets to me. I just want to spend my time with you, hold you tight, squeeze you, tell you what I want. I want to make you happy, I want to be happy. It’s so hard to leave her alone. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna burn that letter and call you right now. [Dialing] ... [Ringtone] - Timoly, ça va? - Lily, merci de me recevoir. [Relief] - I was writing a letter, but I need to hear your voice. I need to feel your voice or look into your eyes. [Voice trembles as if a knot were to untie in tears] - It’s delicious to hear yours. Put me in your room or come to me, and I’ll sing Sexual healing for you. I miss you. [chuckled with excitement] - You surprise me like it’s the first time, it’s so wonderful. I have so much to tell you. Can I find you now? - I wait here at home, you know my address. I also have a lot to say. - A bientôt, mon amour. je t'aime. - je t'aime, Timoly.

{This is a fanfic. All I write about is my feelings and desires. Here I transcribed my interpretations and sensations about the feelings of Timothée Chalamet. TEXT BY: L.M }

#timothée chalamet #Timothée #timothee chalamet #tchalamet #tchalametedit #lily rose depp #frank ocean #marvin gaye #radiohead #hot chocolate #bob dylan #redding #feelings #music

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evolsinner · 3 years

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⊱┊22

i must've fallen asleep in the car because when i wake up, it's 3:00 am, and i'm in bed with a muscular arm wrapped over me. i smile, interlocking my fingers in the bruised hand at the end of it. the fingers gradually reciprocate and i'm at even more peace when i realise that isaac is also awake.

the room echoes with the soft sounds of an electric fan somewhere in the corner. there are blue led lights underneath the bed which lights the room up in a bluey lambent glow. i lift the covers off me, the heat wearing down on me like a hot summer's night.

"where're you going?" isaac questions groggily in his sexy tired voice.

the slightest movement and he thinks i'm in trouble. i imagine he's always gonna be half~awake considering everything i filled him in about. 'twas a lot, would explain why i fell asleep in the car right after.

"gee, relax, just tryna get comfortable."

he snuggles his head into the crook of my shoulder. "thought that psycho brother of yours, kayden, or whatever his name is was gonna steal you away from me again."

“new hotel?” i change the subject.

“yeah. figured a penthouse might expose us.”

"good call. hey...isaac?"

"hm?"

"can we have a black wedding?"

he chuckles, "sure."

"and rainbow bridesmaids and groomsmen?"

he laughs even harder, "i'd like to be in your head sometime, luv, as the stuff you say, brightens my day."

"well, don't get too excited because it's not all sunshine and lollipops."

"of course. anything else you want for the wedding?"

"can it be a destination wedding?"

"check."

"can we have ice cream cake?"

"yum, check."

"oh! oh! also, unicorns and pegasus' and alicorns and~"

"woah, woah, calm down, luv, that's a whole trip to wonderland."

i break into laughter.

he kisses my ear lobe, "missed you, my baby."

that tone in his voice makes me wet weak. it's my favourite one too. although, i guess if his voice affects me then i have always been fucked from the start. because, man, when he would yell in class, yeah, i would be butthurt, 'cept i would also be strangely turned on? like, the fuck was wrong with me?

"missed you too," i giggle as the nibbling travels down my ear to my neck.

"missed you a lot,” he seems to be getting at something...

"doubt it," i flip on my back.

he grins and kisses the tip of my nose. his nose kisses are by far the best. it gives me a sense of protection; humble protection at its finest. it's like springtime with yellow sunlight shining in through the drapes. a peck lands on my cheek and i crinkle my nose as i beam from its tenderness. next, a rare kiss lands on my eyelid when i blink. he’s showering me with kisses and i giggle at each random place he plants them on.

i've looked into hazel coloured orbs, and i was trapped in a painting of a forest fire. i've looked into crystal coloured orbs, and i've drowned in the deepest of oceans. and now these emerald coloured ones, i'm up there with the northern lights, lost in neverland and never do i ever wanna come back down.

i lift my head up and plant a kiss on his sugary sweet lips. an explosion of marshmallows dipped in cherry wine erupts in my mouth. i was craving his taste and this whole time i was taking the wrong doses of another.

he leans further over me and slowly slides his hands up and down my waist. the skin he leaves touched has a tingly sensation to it and goosebumps form all over me. just when i thought i've subdued the sensation, he runs his hand over the area again; there's no break for me.

his lips melt over mine like fairy floss liquefying in the stinging sun and now all i see is iridescent saliva coating his mouth. he deepens the kiss, his tongue fighting a war with mine like he's some warrior on a battlefield.

it makes me remember the first time we kissed and it wasn't even that long ago. please, god, take me back to the first time we kissed. and he does, he does take me back to the first time we kissed.

sir's hand rummages over the bedside table and some things fall down. i'm tryna keep him from ripping his lips off mine. he looks across for a few quick seconds, his hand running over random objects, then he gives up on his objective.

"god," he groans in frustration.

oh. "who cares? just pull out in time."

"luv," he raises his thick eyebrows, "don't think i could do that 'in time' on this particular occasion."

well, damn, he missed me more than i had expected.

"besides, pulling out isn't a safe form of protection," he adds.

"ugh, since when did you care about that?"

"since when i get you pregnant, i don't want it to be by accident. i want to make sure it's the best sex of your life."

i gulp.

"yes," he raises his eyebrows, amused at my shocked expression. "one of these days, i'm going to impregnate you. can't wait to see you grow big, snack on a bunch load of candy, and then have you pop out our precious little one."

i turn crimson.

"be right back," he smiles, sitting up on the bed. "i'll go check if i have some spare protection in my car," and retrieves his fallen phone.

"wait," i get up and lean onto his back. "i'm coming with."

"babe," he chuckles, "i chose the first floor for a reason. the car's right out there. i won't be long, i promise."

"please, i want to go with you," i plea like a little girl. "bad things happen every time you leave me alone."

"alright," he plants a firm kiss on my forehead, his palm resting at the nape of my neck. "let's go on an adventure to the car park, shall we?"

"race you!" i quickly jump off the bed and speed towards the door.

"hey!" he laughs out and chases me. "i wasn't ready, cheater!"

i run down the golden hallway and into the massive oval~shaped space of the reception area. the borders of the walls are painted gold and the walls themselves have a luxurious~looking pattern on it; too detailed to find out how it begins.

i pause, standing in my pyjama shorts with my eyes darting around to locate the exit.

"there!" one of the receptionists catches on and points to the revolver door right at the front.

my face lights up like the cheshire cat. the receptionist dude chuckles. he and his other three colleagues are really enjoying this little show in front of them. i mean, who wouldn't? two guests running around wildly, barefoot, in the middle of the night.

"catch me if you can, jay!" i sprint straight to the glass revolving door.

isaac reaches me a tad bit late and he just misses the slot i get into.

i stick my tongue out at him like 'ha~ha'.

he scoffs, "fuck you."

ah, yes, our 'fuck yous'. our forever and always.

i rush to the car, and once i reach it, i come to an abrupt halt.

a pair of keys jingle obnoxiously behind me.

"guess i've won, sweetheart."

i frown like a child whose third scoop of ice cream has gone crashing to the ground. "you're a cheater," i rebut, heading across to the passenger seat with my arms crossed. "plus, i meant who gets to the car first, not who gets inside."

"ah, rules, rules, rules," he mocks with a sly smile playing on his lips. "always new rules with you."

i purse my lips to stifle a grin.

he walks over to me and cages me but doesn't say anything.

"..isaac.." i break into a diffident smile, glancing away.

"what?" he chuckles.

"stop..doing that."

"'doing' what?"

"that..that eye thing."

"sweetheart, i have no idea what you're talking about."

i roll my eyes, blushing.

he continues to stare.

"see! you're doing it again!"

he laughs, leaning into me, "i can't help it, darlin’, you're just so beautiful."

"whatever," i get way too shy to make eye contact.

the bimmer beeps twice behind me.

i look at isaac with surprise.

"looks like you've won, daisy," and he opens the door for me.

i blush incredibly, chaotically even, and upon his request, i hop inside the car.

that's right, loser, i did win.

-ˋˏ ༻🥂༺ ˎˊ-

there was no, um, you know in the car, so now we’re on our way to the servo to get some.

"this is a nice song."

"you like it?" sir faces me. "it's by that french singer, ah, what's her name. right," he snaps his fingers, remembering, "'indila'."

"'une dernière danse'," i say. "what does it mean?"

he chuckles.

"what?" i beam timidly. "are you laughing at me?"

"no, it's just the way you pronounced it," he shakes his head. "it means 'one last dance', fyi."

"oh."

on the spur of the moment, isaac pulls up to the side of the road.

"what are you doing?" i query.

"an idea popped into my head," he announces. "get out of the car."

"what?"

"just do it."

i take my seatbelt off and exit the car. there, i stand in front of the windshield, freezing my ass off. it's dark as fuck, but the white headlights of the bmw give us plenty of vision. sir takes off his seatbelt and cranks the radio right up. he steps out of the car, leaves his door wide open and meets up with me.

"can you please tell me what's happening?!" i yell over the music.

"we're going to dance!" he places a hand on my waist and another on my shoulder.

"what?!" my eyes bulge out of their sockets. "in the middle of the road?! barefoot?!"

"yeah!"

"we're barely wearing any clothes!!"

"better this way!"

"what if a car comes?!"

"then we die!"

"i can't dance!"

"follow my lead!"

"sir~"

🎶je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit je danse avec le vent la pluie

the chorus hits once again, and simultaneously, isaac brings my waist closer to himself as he takes a full step back. i follow his lead, letting him guide me. backward, left side, forward, right side.

🎶et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur est-ce mon tour? vient la douleur

"oops..!" i step on his foot by accident. "sorry..!"

"don't worry!" he chuckles, twirling me around. "you're doing amazing!"

he repeats the steps, nodding at me supportively. a few vehicles begin pulling up to watch us dance! the rest, however, honk impatiently, heading around to get past us.

🎶je remue le ciel le jour, la nuit je danse avec le vent la pluie

the steps are sped up and repeated one final time before everything slows down to a finale. confidently, isaac pauses and dips me. i stare at him in total awe. i think he's in love, like, really in love.

🎶et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole

the few drunken humans gathered around us erupt with applause, whistling here and there.

"i love you," sir mouths, bringing me back up.

guys, i think he loves me.

#love #romance #teacher x student

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milkslimepearl-tea · 6 years

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🎧🎶French Songs Masterpost🎶🇫🇷

French native here ! I absolutely love french in music, especially as it comes in such wide range from political songs to kindda nsfw one. French is a language where you can really play around to write interesting and/or funny songs. This is what I listen often and like ! Ill give a youtube link to every songs, but you can probably find better quality on deezer and stuff, especialy for the old one. I'll also try to sum up each song so you can grab them a lil better, hopefully ! Charles Aznavour - Emmenez moi (1968) A classic. I love it. Makes me wanna travel and have a break lol. Summary : Aznavour want a BRAEK. 🎵 Emmenez-moi au bout de la terre Emmenez-moi au pays des merveilles l me semble que la misère Serait moins pénible au soleil Cyril Mokaiesh - Communiste (2011) Political stuff ; its trashing big companies and capitalism/liberalism. Summary : Mokaiesh talks about all the thing he doesnt like etc. and if it does link him to communism, then he's communist and whatev. i love it. 🎵 ça les perdra De mondialiser l'injustice D's'en asperger de bénéfices Ça les perdra Anne Sylvestre - La faute à Eve (1986) Feminism ! heck yeah ! hard take on how everything is blamed on women, thanks to 🎶christianistics traditiooon🎶 Summary : ève does her best but Adam is a piece of shit ungreatful fuck. 🎵 "Moi, je vais me mettre en grève J'irai pas au paradis Non, mais qu'est-ce qu'Il s'imagine ? J'irai en enfer tout droit Le bon Dieu est misogyne Mais le diable, il ne l'est pas POLO & PAN - Canopée (2016) sweet love song ! my fav. one of my fav groups actually. wonderful lyrics. this on has quite the complicate vocabulary, but you Should Definitely check their other stuff ; its marvelous. Summary : Two ppl living their best in amazonia. the birds are singing, the sun is shining, the trees are tall and green ! 🎵 Des oiseaux nous chantaient leur mélopée Et nous vivions heureux dans la canopée Dartek - Les Kassos this one is very nsfw LMAO hard dubstep i think ? the lyrics comes from a french cartoon, Les Kassos. U can check it out too if u like trash humor. Uh, im not especialy fond of it, but if its ur thing ! the song is still dope af Summary : uhh. hallucinations ? mention of sex and drugs ? uhu Edith Piaf - L'homme à la moto Would who i be if i didnt put miss Edith Piaf in here ?! Not one of her most popular tune tho ! and what a shame. I absolutely love that one and never miss a chance to yeLL IT OUT in the forest w/ my bff. a blast. Summary : A motorcyclist scares the shit out of the country side with his bike. One day he hits a train and THE END ! 🎵 Il portait des culottes, des bottes de moto Un blouson de cuir noir avec un aigle sur le dos Sa moto qui partait comme un boulet de canon Semait la terreur dans toute la région. Rufus Wainwright - Complainte de la Butte Who would i be if i didnt throw Moulin Rouge in there ? bitch see me CRYFIN. Summary: im sad. everybody is sad. The girl is poor. They take shelter in the moulin. Also there is the moon and she's ginger. I love it. 🎵 Les escaliers de la butte sont durs aux miséreux Les ailes des moulins protègent les amoureux Les Fatals Picards - Djembé Man (2007) they sing REALY fast. but god i love les fatals picards. its just so heckin funny igzerhg. Summary: theyre just making fun of ppl who plays djembé at the end of a party and disturbs everyone. 🎵 Si on classait ton bordel sur l'échelle de Richter, Djembé Man c'est vraiment sûr : il manquerait des barreaux Patricia Kaas - Mon mec à moi IM JUST YELLING THE LYRICS EVERYTIME I LISTEN TO IT, I CANT HELP IT. I LOVE IT. also super lyrics. Summary: the boyfriend is telling her fake stories and she's totally into it bc he's cute while he does it and she loves him. its just So Catchy. 🎵Mon mec à moi Il me parle d'aventure Et quand elle brille dans ses yeux j'pourrais y passer la nuit

Oldelaf - La Tristitude I love oldelaf :( check out his other stuff, its amazing (le café really got me goofing around when i was little lmao). he's very smart with his lyrics Summary: "something is as sad as ..." The tile is a joke, triste = sad, so la Tristitude would be, Or a smash between Triste and Solitude, Or a ironic way of saying To be sad. 🎵 La tristitude, C'est quand tu viens juste d'avaler un cure-dent, Quand tu te rends compte que ton père est Suisse-Allemand, Quand un copain t'appelle pour son déménagement, Et ça fait mal Odezenne - Souffle le vent My. fav. Rap band. i love them. theyre total genius. Like really. Their texts are absolutely Wonderful but they are awefully not known enough foR MY TASTE. plz listen to them lmao. check their albums out ; if i would advice one to start, maybe Dolziger Str. 2. but theyre all so great URGH. their songs might be hard bit to understand tho, so u can not comprehend what theyre talking about, but theyre Frickin good if ur looking for good french immersion. Summary: life 🎵 Allons plus loin ! En autarcie. Voir comme c'est beau les ciels pluvieux, Qu'un jour plus vieux, je puisse dire comme tout est beau avec le sourire. La Femme - Nous étions deux electrooo !! YEAY ! i love that one. u can check Elle ne t'aime pas, Sphynx, and Tatiana. its bit hard to understand the singer even for a french person lmao but its Great Material. Summary: a guy cheated on his girlfriend and his trying to find excuses. 🎵 L'autre nuit encore un inconnu étendue allongé dans la rue Il pleurait la vie, il pleurait l'amour il attendait la mort L'autre nuit Angèle - La Loi de Murphy always makes me laugh lmaooo. also the clip Is Real Cute. Summary: what can happen badly, will happens badly ! 🎵 Puis, là, c'est trop parti en couille, y'a d'abord eu la pluie La Loi de Murphy a décidé d'enterrer mon brushing Un mec me demande son chemin, gentille moi je le dépanne En fait, c'était qu'un plan drague, ce con m'a fait rater mon tram Pomme - De là-haut I LOVE POMME. with my whole SOUL. she's so cute. beautiful texts. lesbians texts. love. also her clip are So Artsy And Cool. She's so cool. Listen to ... everything she makes, basicaly, please lmao Summary : She's dead, and its sunday. Les mots qui sortent, qu’on ne disait pas Le vent les apporte jusqu’à moi Tout paraît si limpide, si limpide, limpide Vu de là-haut salut c'est cool - Des fleurs MORE ELECTRO ! funny text, wonderful clips, theyre just so funny. easy going song. check out Crocosmaute and Techno toujours pareil too zieohiorhg please for your own GOOD. Summary : youre a pretty flower. you smell good. we're all flower in the same bouquet. 🎵 Je suis une fleur Je suis une très jolie fleur Je suis plus jolie qu'une rose et je sens meilleur qu'un lila Qui suis-je ? Je suis toi Carmen Maria Vega - J'ai tout aimé de toi. love song. lesbian. trans ! sweet. beautiful. Summary: love song, how her s/o transitionned, and they broke up (i think) 🎵 Tu te rêvais femme tu te disais maudit Je te disais je t'aime Eu étais beau et tu étais belle aussi Te l'ais je dit? Vald - Eurotrap RAP ! RAP ! RAP . my second fav. his songs are doope af. a bit nsfw tho, a bit rude lmao. check out Ma meilleure amie, Désaccordée too ! He talks fast tho, but great for french immersion ! listen with the lyrics its great 🎵 J'ai l'regard dans l'vide comme Joe Budden Comme je m'enrichis, je prends d'la bedaine Dose de méga shit pour qu'je la reperde Dominique Grange - A bas l'état policier (1968) basicaly: acab lmao Summary: the government send the police to beat up the people manifesting on the streets on may 68. this song was made ! 🎵 Puisque la provocation Celle qu’on a pas dénoncée Ce fut de nous envoyer En réponse à nos questions Vos hommes bien lunettés Bien casqués, bien boucliés Bien grenadés, bien soldés Nous nous sommes mis à crier HONORABLE MENTION : Boris Vian (La complainte du progrès), Orelsan (idk, i dont really like him that much ? a lot do tho. maybe Défaite de famille, or La Terre est ronde), Eddy de Pretto (Kid) , Camille (Ta Douleur, Je ne mâche pas mes mots), Woodkid & Louis Garrel (L'aérogramme de Los Angeles), Kathleen Fortin ( Les Moulins de Mon Coeur), Stupeflip (A bas la hiérarchie, Nan si ...) etc. etc. ! ANYWAY french music is awesome ! beautiful ! vast !! PLEASE HAVE FUN ! I LOVE U FOR LIKIN MY WEIRD ASS ELITIST LANGUAGE ! KEEP UP UR DOING GREAT WORKS ! happy listening yall ! ❤️

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POPDROID REWIND: FAVORITE SINGLES (Best of 2017 So Far...)

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001 TOPS: Petals 002 Polo & Pan: Coeur croisé 003 The War on Drugs: Thinking of a Place 004 Jain: Makeba 005 Cigarettes Afer Sex: Apocalypse 006 Paradis: Toi et moi 007 Juniore: Panique 008 Lana Del Rey: Love 009 Juliette Armanet: L'amour en solitaire 010 Haim: Want You Back

011 Blanche: City Lights 012 Calypso Valois: Le jour 013 Pumarosa: Dragonfly 014 Fishbach: Un autre que moi 015 Lorde: Green Light 016 Alexia Gredy: Paradis 017 The Lemon Twigs: I Wanna Prove to You 018 Tennis: Modern Woman 019 Blondino: Jamais sans la nuit 020 Noga Erez: Off the Radar

021 Clara Luciani: Comme toi 022 Eugénie: Puis danse 023 Témé Tan: Ça va pas la tête? 024 Fazerdaze: Take It Slow 025 Aldous Harding: Imagining My Man 026 Michael Kiwanuka: Cold Little Heart 027 Peter Peter: Bien réel 028 Ibibio Sound Machine: Give Me a Reason 029 Chromatics: Shadow 030 Frànçois & the Atlas Mountains: Tendre est l'âme

031 Amy Shark: Weekends 032 STUFF.: Galapagos 033 Fleet Foxes: Fool's Errand 034 Arcade Fire: Everyting Now 035 La Féline: Senga 036 Father John Misty: Pure Comedy 037 Laura Marling: Next Time 038 London Grammar: Oh Woman, Oh Man 039 Marika Hackman: My Lover Cindy 040 Hazel English: More Like You

041 Desperate Journalist: Hollow 042 Grimes feat. Janelle Monáe: Venus Fly 043 Calypso Valois: Vis à vie 044 Bedouine: One of These Days 045 Aimee Mann: Goose Snow Cone 046 Bazart: Lux 047 Témé Tan: Sè Zwa Zo 048 NAO: In the Morning 049 Soulwax: Missing Wires 050 Lindsey Buckingham / Christine McVie: In My World

051 Julien Doré: Sublime & Silence 052 Jane Weaver: Did You See Butterflies? 053 Steven Wilson feat. Sophie Hunger: Song of I 054 Kevin Morby: City Music 055 Childish Gambino: Redbone 056 Marie Flore: Passade digitale 057 Amber Coffman: No Coffee 058 Juniore: Difficile 059 Julie Byrne: Natural Blue 060 Steven Wilson feat. Ninet Tayeb: Pariah

061 Paradisia: Dancing in the Dark 062 Marble Sounds: Ten Seconds to Count Down 063 The Weeknd: Secrets 064 Fleet Foxes: If You Need, Keep Time on Me 065 Gorillaz: Andromeda 066 City of the Sun: Sugar 067 Moonchild: Cure 068 Queens of the Stone Age: The Way You Used to Do 069 Dope Lemon: Home Soon 070 Holybrune: Nuit noire

071 Pond: Paint Me Silver 072 Phoenix: Goodbye Soleil 073 Wilsen: Centipede 074 Fishbach: Y crois-tu 075 Juliette Armanet: Alexandre 076 Austra: I Love You More Than You Love Yourself 077 Declan McKenna: Brazil 078 Millionaire: I'm Not Who You Think You Are 079 Pumarosa: Lion's Den 080 WWWater: WWWater

081 Grand Blanc: Bosphore 082 The Jungle Giants: Feel the Way I Do 083 Lo Moon: Loveless 084 The War on Drugs: Holding On 085 Rolling Blackouts Coast Fever: French Press 086 School Is Cool: Trophy Wall 087 Peter Peter: Loving Game 088 Spoon: Hot Thoughts 089 Thievery Corporation feat. Racquel Jones: Letter to the Editor 090 Elastic Bond: Honey Bun

091 Black Mirrors: Funky Queen 092 Becca Stevens feat. Laura Mvula: Well Loved 093 Dan Auerbach: Shine on Me 094 Vince Staples: Big Fish 095 Feu! Chatterton: Porte Z 096 Feist: Pleasure 097 Real Estate: Darling 098 Fleet Foxes: Third of May / Odaigahara 099 Timber Timbre: Grifting 100 Amatorski: Welcome

101 Sylvan Esso: Radio 102 Le Manou: L'homme 103 Dans Dans: Rumour 104 Tsar B: Golddigger 105 My Baby: Love Dance 106 London Grammar: Big Picture 107 VUURWERK feat. Khazali: Face It 108 Novella: Change of State 109 HMLTD: To the Door 110 Mathilde Fernandez: Mon Dieu

111 Rive: Nuit 112 Urban Cone: Old School 113 The Mysterons: Sold My Medicine 114 Thurston Moore: Aphrodite 115 Bleached: Flipside 116 Gretta Ray: Drive 117 Bonobo feat. Nick Murphy: No Reason 118 Amber Arcades: Can't Say That We Tried 119 Beach House: Chariot 120 Paramore: Hard Times

121 Intergalactic Lovers: Between the Lines 122 The Japanese House: Saw You in a Dream 123 Andrew Combs: Blood Hunters 124 Anna of the North: Oslo 125 The Weeknd feat. Daft Punk: I Feel It Coming 126 Grandaddy: Evermore 127 Cosmo Pyke: Chronic Sunshine 128 Slowdive: Sugar for the Pill 129 The Aces: Physical 130 Now, Now: SGL

131 Soldout: Forever 132 BRNS: Pious Platitudes 133 Arca: Desafío 134 Kendrick Lemar: DNA. 135 Dua Lipa feat. Miguel: Lost in Your Light 136 The xx: On Hold 137 Radiohead: Promise 138 Anteros: Cherry Drop 139 Honeyblood: Walking at Midnight 140 Ella Vos: White Noise

141 Mr Little Jeans: Stitches 142 Marlene: Next to Me 143 Rae Morris: Reborn 144 Mogwai: Coolverine 145 Marika Hackman: Boyfriend 146 Goldfrapp: Anymore 147 Susanne Sundfør: Undercover 148 Briana Marela: Quit 149 Inheaven: Treats 150 Ibeyi: Walk Away

151 Lana Del Rey feat. The Weekend: Lust for Life 152 Mellow Diamond: Ashes to Breathe 153 Laure Briard: Les pins des Landes 154 Lorde: Perfect Places 155 Benjamin Clementine: Phantom of Aleppoville 156 Ruelle: The Other Side 157 Maya Payne: Self Defined 158 Lorde: Sober 159 The Regrettes: Seashore 160 Pale Waves: There's a Honey

161 Sir Sly: High 162 Girls in Hawaii: This Light 163 DíSA: Reflections 164 Oscar and the Wolf: Breathing 165 L'impératrice: Sultans des îles 166 Camila Cabello: Crying in the Club 167 Courtney Barnett: How to Boil an Egg 168 Sharon Van Etten: Not Myself 169 Lana Del Rey: Coachella - Woodstock in My Mind 170 Cloves: California Numb

171 Sale Gosse: Boys 172 Trentemøller feat. Jennylee: Hands Down 173 Ionnalee: Not Human 174 Angus & Julia Stone: Snow 175 Trouble: Snake Eyes 176 liv: Heaven 177 Blondino: Bleu 178 The Courtneys: Silver Velvet 179 Maggie Rogers: On + Off 180 Paramore: Told You So

181 Dan Auerbach: King of a One Horse Town 182 Tennis: In the Morning I'll Be Better 183 Arcade Fire: Creature Comfort 184 First Aid Kit: You Are the Problem Here 185 Iron & Wine: Call It Dreaming 186 LCD Soundsystem: American Dream 187 Father John Misty: Ballad of the Dying Man 188 Allison Pierce: Evidence 189 Rive: Vogue 190 Liv Dawson: Searching

191 Cat Pierce: Weapon of War 192 Liam Gallagher: Wall of Glass 193 Wild Beasts: Alpha Female 194 David Bowie: No Plan 195 Big Thief: Shark Smile 196 Toro y Moi: You and I 197 Sparks: What the Hell Is It This Time 198 OMD: Isotype 199 Halo Maud: Du pouvoir 200 Corine: Pluie fine (Polo & Pan Remix)

201 Foxygen: On Lankershim 202 Metronomy feat. Robyn: Hang Me Out to Dry 203 Blood Orange: Better Than Me 204 Melanie De Biasio: Gold Junkies 205 Sigrid: Don't Kill My Vibe 206 Aldous Harding: Blend 207 Lucy Rose feat. The Staves: Floral Dresses 208 Fyfe feat. Kimbra: Belong 209 Hazel English: Love Is Dead 210 Bedouine: Solitary Daughter

211 Pixx: Waterslides 212 Kevin Morby: Come to Me Now 213 Vendredi sur Mer: La femme à la peau bleue 214 The Preatures: Girlhood 215 Declan McKenna: Humongous 216 Depeche Mode: Where's the Revolution 217 Luminize: Twilight 218 Grizzly Bear: Mourning Sound 219 Valerie June: Shakedown 220 Kate Tempest: Europe Is Lost

221 Beach Fossils: This Year 222 Few Bits: It Will Set You Free 223 Soul'art: Django 224 TaxiWars: Fever 225 Julien Doré: Coco Câline 226 Fishbach: À ta merci 227 SOHN: Hard Liquor 228 Yelle: Ici & maintenant 229 John Mayer: Still Feel Like Your Man 230 LCD Soundsytem: Call the Police

231 Cigarettes After Sex: Each Time You Fall in Love 232 Brutus: Drive 233 Thundercat feat. Michael McDonald & Kenny Loggins: Show You the Way 234 Day Wave: Promises 235 A/T/O/S: Blackout 236 Baloji: Spoiler 237 Julie Byrne: Sleepwalker 238 Oddisee feat. Toine: NNGE 239 La Féline: Séparés (Si nous étions jamais) 240 Loyle Carner: The Isle of Arran

241 Regina Spektor: Black and White 242 Agnes Obel: It's Happening Again 243 Tei Shi: How Far 244 Yelle: Interpassion 245 Skott: Glitter & Gloss 246 Woods: Hit That Drum 247 Superpoze: Azur 248 Real Estate: Stained Glass 249 Lenachka: Private Eyes 250 Grizzly Bear: Four Cypresses

251 Temples: Strange or Be Forgotten 252 Grizzly Bear: Three Rings 253 Methyl Ethel: Ubu 254 Shaefri: Monster 255 Nite Jewel: 2 Good 2 Be True 256 Clare Louise: La vase 257 Fufanu: Liability 258 The Big Moon: Sucker 259 Saint Etienne: Magpie Eyes 260 The Sherlocks: Chasing Shadows

261 Earl: Baddabing Baddaboom 262 Warhola: Jewels 263 Sink Ya Teeth: If You See Me 264 Joe Goddard: Home 265 Cathedrals: Don't Act Like a Stranger 266 Is Bliss: Into a Dream 267 From Indian Lakes: Sunlight 268 NxWorries: Scared Money 269 The Kooks: Be Who You Are 270 Snail Mail: Thinning

271 Ride: Charm Assault 272 Maud Geffray: Polaar 273 Matt Watts: Joanne 274 Phoenix: J-Boy 275 Vérité: When You're Gone 276 AlunaGeorge: Not Above Love 277 Haim: Right Now 278 Arcade Fire: I Give You Power 279 Wolf Alice: Yuk Foo 280 Bleu Toucan: Matin à Toucanopolis

281 Dua Lipa: Thinking 'Bout You 282 Los Angeles Police Department: Grown 283 Ionnalee: Samaritan 284 Puma Blue: Want Me 285 Sylvan Esso: Die Young 286 Cléa Vincent: Samba 287 Laure Briard: On dit que je ne suis pas sage 288 Crooked Colours: Flow 289 Thurston Moore: Smoke of Dreams 290 Bernache: Your Name

291 Sweet Spirit: The Power 292 Paradisia: Warpaint 293 Tim Dup: Moïra Gynt 294 Kelly Lee Owens: Throwing Lines 295 The Killers: The Man 296 Little Dragon: High 297 Kina Grannis: When Will I Learn 298 Archive: Splinters 299 Circa Waves: Love's Run Out 300 Las Aves: Antistar

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