Q:Something based on the pic I'm going to send you through twitter. It's Kris and Chanyeol, looking rather... rumpled on the airport ;D
Chanyeol’s a confident guy. Or so that’s what everyone thinks when Chanyeol’s boasting for approximately thirty minutes nonstop. “What is my most redeeming trait? I have too many. I am cute and nice and handsome and smart and-”
Some think Chanyeol is king of conceit, but that’s only because they don’t know Chanyeol. Not the way Kris does anyways. Kris sees Chanyeol call him five times an hour just to ask where he is and if he’s doing alright. Kris sees Chanyeol sneak into his bed, begging for attention and affection because without it, Chanyeol cannot sleep a wake. Kris sees Chanyeol throw a fit and avoid civilization for days whenever Kris associates himself with even a cashier at the local convenient store. Chanyeol is an insecure, paranoid mess.
“Let’s fuck here.”
Chanyeol’s already enormous eyes double its size. “I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but we’re at an airport Kris.”
Kris wiggles a finger demanding he comes close. “I have agoraphilia, Chanyeol,” he whispers slow and gruff into his ear.
“What does that mean?”
“It means doing it in public places arouses me. We have to do it here or I’ll go crazy.”
Chanyeol fidgets in place, again surveying his surroundings. “We really can’t wait until we land in Korea?”
“Please, Chanyeol?” Kris begs. “I really really need this.”
After moderate consideration, Chanyeol agrees. “Well…if you really need this.”
Kris doesn’t really have agoraphilia.
Maybe besides cross-dressing, Kris doesn’t have any particular kink. It’s just misfortunate that a girl was flirting it up with Kris by baggage claim and Chanyeol had to watch through the whole thing. Making their way to the boarding gate, Kris knows Chanyeol is mad and sad and insecure and jealous all over again. Sure, Kris can tell him he loves him five million times, but Kris knows Chanyeol too well. Chanyeol needs to be constantly reminded that he is needed, wanted, loved and it is only Kris who can prove it with every opportunity given.
It’s a half hour until boarding and Kris already has his cock inside of Chanyeol. Kris is filling him to the brim- thrusting painfully and Chanyeol moans out of both pain and pleasure. The friction of the carpet is burning his ass cheeks, but he doesn’t mind as long as Kris doesn’t stop. With every thrust, Chanyeol’s nails sink deeper into Kris’s back. “More,” he moans, and Kris would deliver.
They’re fucking in an abandoned boarding gate, but possibility of getting caught in person and on camera is high. No one’s around for miles, but Kris starts to think he does have agoraphilia when Chanyeol starting chanting his name. Chanyeol clutches onto him tight, sweating profusely and moaning obscenities into his ear. Chanyeol moans loud intentionally just to worsen Kris’s erection. Kris knows this as fact and makes it painful on purpose.
His attempts are futile because Chanyeol likes it rough. Chanyeol’s writhing beneath him more, panting his name like mantra “Kris, Kris, Kris- look at me.”
Kris lifts up his head, face to face with his boyfriend, with hair so disheveled and eyeliner smeared from yesterday’s show. Licking his lips, he slurs. “I-I love you Kris-”
“I love you too.”
Chanyeol tries to maintain contact through hooded eyes, but Kris goes faster; Kris goes deeper, and it’s already too late. He grinds his hips hard onto Kris’s a few more times until his head rolls back. Kris manages a few more thrusts when Chanyeol’s spine straightens and his toes curl. He orgasms big time, letting out a riskily loud yelp that does it for Kris as well. Kris wants to pull out, but Chanyeol grabs him tight so his cum fills Chanyeol completely. It’s messy and sticky but strangely satisfying because Chanyeol is happy and Kris is happy because he knows Chanyeol is happy.
They don’t speak nor move for a few minutes. Chanyeol doesn’t mind because he relishes the moment. He’s knows Kris is satisfied and he knows no one can satisfy Kris the way he can. That makes Kris his and his alone so in moments like these, Chanyeol is most confident in their love. Unfortunately, “Flight to Seoul, Korea at Gate 5” blasts from the speakers and Gate 5 just so happens to be where they are laying around in the nude. Kris and Chanyeol hear the footsteps in the distance and they know they’re about to get caught.
Both of them quickly throw back on their slacks and jackets. Kris forgets to zip his fly so Chanyeol does it for him. Chanyeol’s hat and glasses are crooked slightly so Kris adjusts it for him. After throwing on their backpacks, Chanyeol does a spin. “Do I look alright?”
Kris sees people start entering the gate, but Kris sneaks Chanyeol a kiss anyways. “You look perfect.”
Chanyeol blushes a rosy pink. He only blushes when he’s embarrassed, but he covers it up with a smirk. “I wish I can say the same about you,” Chanyeol chuckles, pointing to Kris’s messy head of hair.
He then shakes his head disapprovingly. “That was really dangerous, Kris. You’re lucky you have me to put up with all your weird kinks you know.”
Chanyeol is now beaming brightly so Kris is relieved to know he’s no longer mad and sad and insecure and jealous all over. Maybe having sex at an airport is unorthodox, but Kris knows he did the right thing when Chanyeol smiles. “You’re so lucky I’m so cute and nice and handsome and smart and-”
Again, Kris kisses him. “Yes, yes I am.”
Okay so Kris admits Chanyeol really is the king of conceit. But Kris knows Chanyeol is only an insecure, paranoid mess when it comes to him. It’s petty. It’s trivial. It’s actually really adorable. So Kris really doesn’t mind when Chanyeol is being insecure.
To Kris, that would be Chanyeol’s most redeeming trait.
Q:how is that homophobic? i have gay friends and support them all the way, but i don't believe in gay marriage.
your gay friends are all talking shit behind your back 100%
Yeah, you support them all the way.. We’ll most of the way.. We’ll some of the way.. Clearly not as far as marriage.. Cause marriage ain’t for gays.. Or something
You hear so many of these people say, “I have a lot of gay friends but don’t believe in same sex marriage”, but you never hear gay people say “I’ve lots of friends who think it should be illegal for me to marry the person I love”.
So, here’s a PSA for everyone who is against marriage equality, but thinks they have gay friends. You probably don’t. What you have are gay acquaintances who have learned to quietly put up with your bullshit because it’s the path of least resistance and they just don’t have the energy to “My Fair Lady” your ass into being a decent human being.
do you ever think about how little Michelangelo cared
All right, everyone, grab a chair and sit back because I’m going to share with you what I learned about Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel in my Art History Class.
The man NEVER wanted to paint the damn thing. But the pope at the time “forced him to” According to my teacher. Michelangelo hated this man, I MEAN REALLY HATED HIM. So did a majority of people. The pope’s nickname translated literally means “Terrible pope”.
And the working conditions were awful. He had to work on his back with all that paint, which is filled with some toxic shit that gave Michelangelo a limp for the rest of his life.
(Also, our teacher made us get on our backs and try drawing with both hands JUST to prove how bad and uncomfortable it is.)
At the time, the ceiling was so high, you could barely see it. You need binoculars to get a good look at what’s up there, by the time people could see the paintings, there was a lot of weird symbolism that Michelangelo hid up there.
This one? The creation of the sun and moon? God is mooning you. And the pope and all others after him prayed under that without knowing.
This one? At the time, dissecting was sacrilegious and everyone found out how behind God was what looked like half a brain. blah blah, science, science, that pissed everyone off.
And also, ALLLLLLL the men and women in the Sistine Chapel are all on fucking steroids. My teacher described the women’s bodies as "Men bodies with boobs slapped on."
And then there is this:
Now this is the back wall. Michelangelo actually wanted to paint this one after he finished the ceiling. (and there was a different pope too, I believe.) However, originally, EVERYONE in that painting was naked. And they didn’t like it. Adam and Eve naked? That’s cool. But Jesus? Now you crossed the line. So the pope at the time hired someone else to censor it and give the important figures clothes. He worked on it for 6 or 9 months before he died.
And then the symbolism in this one is great. Somewhere in the right, there are homosexuals in heaven. (No matter what, the Vatican will say “Those straight men are happy” I’ll get to that in a second), Michelangelo painted himself near Jesus, and the terrible pope is in hell with a snake biting his balls.
And if you were to point ANY of this out to the Vatican, they will deny all of it and claim Michelangelo was a catholic hero. In fact, when they discovered the symbolism around the 60s or 70s, the guy who told the Vatican was kicked out of the Vatican for life.
TL;DR: Michelangelo hated the pope and made the best “fuck you” of all time.
YO. ALL OF THIS^. Michelangelo was hella grumpy all of the time. It was fantastic.
However, as beautiful as this commentary is, I’m gonna make a little correction. The Pope isn’t the one in hell getting his balls bitten; that guy is actually the Papal Minister of Ceremonies a the time, Biagio de Cesena.
See, when Michelangelo was painting this, as you said, lots of people were uncomfortable with all of the nudity (especially because the Last Judgement [back wall mural] was painted much later when nudity in religious art was even more controversial than before), but the dude who was the angriest was de Cesena.
He was so angry that he reportedly burst in on Michelangelo while he was working (which is already a big no-no because Michelangelo’s requirements for working were mostly “fuck the hell off and leave me alone or else I quit and I will stab you in the eye with my paintbrush/chisel”.). He then proceeds to tell Michelangelo that this fresco is disgusting and obscene and shame on him etc etc. He also referred to it as “i stui di nudi”, which means “A stew of nudes” which is one of the best descriptions of a thing ever, if you ask me.
So Michelangelo, probably on the cusp of homicide is like “Thank you for the notes. Now get the fuck out,” and de Cesena reluctantly does.
Later, he comes to see the finished product and finds that Michelangelo had painted his portrait down in Hell to represent the Minos, King of the Dead. He has the ears of an ass and the above described crotch biting snake:
Upon seeing this and being enraged, de Cesena went to the Pope to demand that it be changed and that Michelangelo be punished. However, the Pope was SO incredibly done dealing with Michelangelo’s snark, tantrums, and general hatred of the world and everyone in it, that he didn’t want to do shit.
The Pope’s response to him was literally to say “As Pope, I have a lot of influence on Earth and up in Heaven, but I have no jurisdiction in Hell. You’re shit out of luck.”
And it stayed.
Michelangelo, grade A artist, snark master, and professional dick.