TAGGED BY: @astrosci aka jean luc picard TAGGING: just steal it. just say i tagged u. love me.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do I love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

His lips remain in a thin line as steel hues stare at Jihyun with the intensity and sharpness of hawks’ eyes. Jumin’s tolerance was little to nonexistent when his emotions made him succumb like this. For now, he would evaluate and continue to ascertain Jihyun to see if he was worthy of being redeemed for the treats that Jumin was  taunting over his head like a meaty bone to a canine. Although his knees were bent and straddling the slimmer, sleeker lap Jumin was on, the directive made it evident he was in a position of power. Now face-to-face, the Han heir knew that a little teasing hurt no one.  However, his legs remained stoic–solid, even. They would not budge, as if they were made out of stone themselves. Instead, his arms bent back to discard the blazer that he adorned, letting it fold in half before Jumin turned his torso to let the jacket lie there and out of the way. His vest and dress shirt hiding underneath that sleek coat, the CEO lounged a touch longer in the space of V’s lap.Who was he to call of things so preemptively? Certainly not Jumin Han–and truth be told, he’s been yearning for this type of encounter with the photographer for years. There had been some feelings that existed little over a decade that the heir to C&R never got to resolve. 

In the present, he’s doing just that. slow motions hint at V to make the same motions; but of course, he would praise the blind man if he is still able to hold in his restraint. Jumin was aware it had more than likely been quite a while since the former fiance had been touched so intimately, let alone have another partner after Rika had passed away. Let alone it be Jumin, of all people. Even now, he was surprised at the events that unfolded, although could never have imagined this in his dreams ( okay, he did, often, during his school years. But never like this. . ).

Hands were gentle then, taking V’s into his when hips rolled forwards slowly. The executive’s own eyes were a bit heavy, although he fought to keep himself awake and not succumb to lust. Instead, he would raise V’s wrists up above his head. Slowly, one hand turned to keep their secure grip on them while another hand hooked at the man’s necktie, unloosening it to use it for another function. Jumin was quick on his feet when it came to thinking on the fly during these scenarios, and his creativity had a way of slipping out every now and again.  Snickers came out as Jumin leaned over, with that mirth tickling against the shell of Jihyun’s ear. He changed, his mind–then deciding to bind the man’s arms behind him while Jumin wore a well-satisfied smirk on his lips.

breath against ear, sending a sharp   ‘   ah!   ‘   to jump past lips. embarrassment floods him once more, yet he sighs as hands are pushed behind back, bound and tied and ... and ... he can’t think. he can’t. nothing makes sense except that he’s here, that he bares throat in submission. this is all he wants, this absolution only jumin can offer. ( A GOD IN HIS OWN RIGHT, ONE WHOM HE INTENDS TO WORSHIP. ) wrists tug, move, trying to spear apart the bonds. they hold firm, allowing minimal movement but enough to satisfy the other. ( HE COULD CARE LESS AT THIS POINT. MAKE HIM YOURS, JUMIN. CLAIM HIM AS A MAN YOU INTEND TO KEEP. )                               ‘   they’re ...   ‘   a deep breath, body strung tight.   ‘   they’re fine, sir.   ‘

happy munday. why is this photo so bright? i have no idea.

me and silas have like. 4 threads. 2 of them are sin. we have 50% of our threads as sin. im going to hell.