-- hiatus
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
Three Goblin Art
NASA
Today's Document

JBB: An Artblog!
Cosmic Funnies

izzy's playlists!
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
ojovivo

Origami Around
DEAR READER
todays bird
tumblr dot com
Show & Tell

titsay
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Indonesia

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from France

seen from T1

seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Iceland

seen from Malaysia
seen from Belarus
seen from Spain
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
@taoulf
-- hiatus

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Tao shows his abs…
[ text; tao ] exactly. come by, we'll have you fitted, and you can join me.
[ text; tao ] it'll be fun, and there's free food and alcohol too so--
[text] do i get to keep the clothes?
[text] ... free alcohol... you know me too well
[ text; tao ] i knew it.
[ text; tao ] i miss you too
[ text; tao ] i'm free in about an hour. You're always welcome to come to the company. I'm sure Hongbin wouldn't mind putting you into a shoot with how gorgeous you are.
[text] me? in a shoot?
[text] ... well, i do look good in everything
bleedingxsecrets
[text] haven't seen u in a while
[ text; tao ] is that suggesting you miss me?
[ text; tao ] i'm sorry, though; i've been busy with getting back into work again
[text] ... no
[text] ... maybe a little.
[text] mm, i understand. let's hang out when you're free?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
R A I N ;
Strict control has been such a fundamental part of his life that Sehun doesn’t quite know what to do without it; his carefully blank face, his steady movements, the thin line that settles upon his lips— they’re part of a routine, a meticulously planned choreography designed to hide his volatile emotions deep in the interstices of his chest. He’s always lingered on the extreme ends of the spectrum, never finding a comfortable middle ground, and it’s starting to seem as if his crafted persona is a truly horrible bane, indeed. Sehun’s torn between dragging Zitao into his room to kiss him senseless and keeping him from burrowing deeper into his thoughts; yet, none of this inner turmoil makes it onto his expression, face still devoid of any significant emotion aside from a small crease between his brows.
Perhaps it really was time to stop with this endless game of tug-of-war with himself. It was tiring and all too exhausting, but it was such an essential part of himself that he doesn’t know what he’d do if not for the familiar presence of control.
But it’s hard to abide by his own rules when he catches a glimpse of the other’s determined expression from the corner of his eyes, expression brutally raw and earnest. The sharp light of the streetlamp does no justice to the sharp slopes of the other’s face. Beautiful.
“What if I don’t want to go?”
Those words shouldn’t make him pause, shouldn’t stir up an unrecognizable turmoil in his stomach, yet…Zitao’s always had a knack of keeping him on his toes, and this is no different. His controlled mask slips enough to bring a smoldering glint into his eyes, barely-suppressed affection leaking onto his face as he turns to face the other. “Then stay.” he replies, voice hoarse as he returns the intense gaze. It frustrates him that those few words could so easily rouse him to action, but it doesn’t come as a surprise when he finally indulges his desire to reach up and cup the other’s nape with a firm grasp, pulling Zitao close enough to bump foreheads. “Stay with me. Be in my arms when I fall asleep, and be there when I wake up.” Because he doesn’t want to have to check every morning to see if Zitao was still there or not— the frustration of it all would be far too much for Sehun to handle with a calm facade.
“If you’re going to say such dangerous words, I hope you’re prepared to back them up.”
Zitao waits with bated breath for Sehun’s response - a smile, a frown, a twitch in his jaw, something. He can feel something welling up within him with alarming intensity, but refuses to acknowledge that it's tears even as his throat burns and his face starts to feel hot. Sehun’s face is still blank, and Zitao wonders if the other realizes how much courage it took to come to the bus stop today; how many nights were lost to thought instead of sleep, how many steps were stripped of purpose and put toward useless pacing as he debated seeing Sehun, only to shy away from the idea over and over again. He wonders if Sehun can tell he’s barely holding himself still, that he wants to shake with the fear of rejection that’s gnawing away at him.
His eyes fall away from Sehun’s face and instead he looks at his boots, how they’re worn and streaked with rain. His heart feels like a stone in his chest, heavy, sinking inch by inch, dislocating to the point of pain. Inhaling deep, Zitao sets his jaw and forces steely eyes back on Sehun. He didn't come all this way to run, after all.
He expects anger or maybe nothing at all, but then Sehun’s expression of indifference melts away. Zitao’s heart gives a startled lurch at the sudden, blatant affection there and he’s taken aback.
“Sehun…“ he breathes, shocked, face scrunched almost comically as the other’s hand cups the back of his neck and draws him close. Their foreheads bump, noses brushing, and Zitao exhales unsteadily at the sudden proximity. His hands grip at the sides of Sehun’s shirt, like the rain will wash this moment away if he doesn't hold on. Before he can stop it tears start to pool in Zitao's eyes, making the bottom edges of his vision blurry.
“I thought you didn't care,” he admits, blinking hard to get rid of the tears. They slip down his cheeks anyway, clinging to his dark lashes as he looks into Sehun’s eyes. “I thought it... it wouldn't matter if I stayed or went. You always look so-" his voice breaks, and he feels terribly embarrassed. Closing his eyes to compose himself, Zitao swallows past the lump in his throat and tugs Sehun a little closer until the chill of the rain pales in comparison to the body heat between them.
“ ‘m sorry for worrying you…” he murmurs, opening his eyes. reaching up to cup Sehun’s cheek with one hand. He strokes the other's high cheekbone with his thumb, feeling silly for his tears. He’s sure his nose is bright red now. “I don’t want to run away anymore.”
Zitao moves the hand on Sehun’s cheek, fingertips skimming lower down the length of the other’s throat, along the width of his broad shoulder, and down a toned arm. He pauses at Sehun’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
“Back them up, huh?" A small smirk quirks the edges of Zitao’s lips; it looks out of place when his nose is red and he appears akin to a rain drowned kitten, but it’s there all the same. "I’m sure you’ll find ways to keep me responsible.”
-text- wanna hang out??
[text] ... whose number is this?
Stop the time, go back to you, together with you..
{; It’s far too easy to fall back into the familiar rhythm of steps beside Zitao - perhaps, an indication of how much he’d truly missed the other? - and Sehun can’t help but give the other’s hand a squeeze, silently conveying the emotions that he might not be able to in words. ;} Sounds absolutely wonderful— that is, if add popcorn to the mix. Sweeten the deal, so to say—? {; he’s not a fan of movies (and rom-coms, at that) but anything would be okay as long as he were with Zitao, simply watching together or doing something more. ;} And…Oh? {; he replies to the mumbled retort, an amused smile spreading over his lips as he raises a brow in jest; no matter how strong or how muscular Zitao got, he’ll always be a kitten in Sehun’s eyes: small, easy-to-pet, and positively endearing ;} So you say, little love. So you say.
[‘his eyes shift to the ground that’s cool under the soles of his boots, hard concrete chilled by the evening air; sehun squeezes his hand, but he doesn’t squeeze back; at first he’d been elated that sehun seemed so forgiving toward him, but the more he thinks about it the more he feels like the root of that sweetness is indifference to his presence; maybe it doesn’t affect him, whether he stays or goes – maybe he’s wasting his time] I probably have some popcorn at my apartment. [‘he says, glancing up when he spots a small chain of restaurants in the distance; he smiles, but it feels waxy and out of place on his face] What type of food did you want?

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I’m not pouting *he growls*
... uh huh. Sure you're not.
*huffs at you and crosses his arms*
Stop pouting. ['he smirks] It doesn't suit you.
Read More
Hi there, my name's Luhan. It's nice to meet you. {he bows'}
Likewise. I’m Huang Zitao. [‘he tips his head forward, hardly a bow but polite enough]

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Send me a ♠ for my muse's reaction to you cornering them and groping them, a ♣ for their reaction to your muse hugging them from behind, a ♥ for their reaction to your muse confessing to mine, or a ♦ for their reaction to yours proposing to them.
My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson (via to-neverland-and-beyondd)