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[thetxtdevil]

Jealousy Award Show

Yeonjun x Reader

summary: It was the first award show you got to go with your boyfriend. The many acts and celebrities interest you, but Yeonjun thinks you got too invested with a certain celebrity.

content: smut, bf/idol dom.yeonjun, gf reader, bts makes an appearance! (lets pretend this is the future and they're all back from the military), car/public sex, fingering, degrading (nickames like slut/whore), oral (fem rec.), riding, no condom (smh)

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The crowd was loud tonight, thousands of people attending the award show were seated all around the arena. It was your first time going, sitting there with a gracious small next to your boyfriend and his band. It was fun to see these acts in real time, after getting your vision back from the flashing lights of paparazzi. Yeonjun sat close to you, eyes linger on your body in a dress that was specially made for you with the help of his staff. He had to hold himself back a lot trying to not be too touchy when cameras were on him and you all night.

It was tiring, Yeonjun did have his hand on your waist many times but not like how he usually does. His big hands lightly graze your waist teasing you a bit, but it was all to show the world he is a gentleman. In reality he wanted to grip you closer, he wanted your ass sitting on him instead of the uncomfortable chair given to the guests.

Yeonjun's eyes were diverted from your physique when a stage manager came up to his band. "You guys need to start getting ready." You turn your head towards Jun and pout, hesitant at first Yeonjun gives you a peck on the cheek and you wishing them luck before he leaves. Left there alone, you fix your dress feeling awkward until a few familiar gentlemen sat next to you and introduces themselves.

Talking to the men, your attention was caught by the loud screams of fans. You look at the stage knowing what was to come next. An accustomed tune fills your ears making your lips turn up. Spot lights rotate to the lifted members of TXT, you had to stop yourself from standing up in excitement remembering this isn't one their concerts. The men fills the arena with booming music, excellent vocals, you drool seeing Yeonjun having a surprise breakdance. At the end of their act, the members separate walking the stage waving to moas. Yeonjun nonchalantly looks for you his big smile weakens when he sees you talking to the members of BTS. Little did he know you were bragging about your boyfriend, but Jun continues to give moas attention.

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"Oh my god guys you were so great!" you scream at TXT meeting them backstage at the end of the award show.

"Thanks y/n, did you enjoy Yeonjun's dance?" Soobin asks with a dimple smile.

"Uhhh yes, but it was a little too sexy in my opinion" you say glancing at your boyfriend who was rolling his eyes.

"Hey y/n, I just bumped into BTS do you want to meet them?" Kai asks getting all the members' attention.

"I sure do!" you squeak skipping towards Kai.

Yeonjun had a buring sensation of annoyance "you already met them" he mumbles remebering what he saw on stage, but he couldn't back away from the opportunity, you admired the band just like he does. Body tense, Yeonjun tries to be polite to his hyungs however, he was getting irritated with your bright attitude. The older men were invested in you, having great conversations starters and you were loving it, Yeonjun was not. Rolling his eyes every time you would laugh, forcing a smile when you would look at him. As time passes Yeonjun felt like there was steam coming out of his ears.

"The cars are waiting for you guys" a staff member announces.

Yeonjun sighs in relief, you purse your lips having a fun time with the band. Saying your goodbyes, you and your boyfriend get into the car. You break the silence by thanking Yeonjun for taking you tonight but the man nods and says nothing. Looking at the sulking man your brows furrow trying to study his grumpy attitude. What has gotten into him? He was so happy earlier.

It was dark, lights from building windows glowed numerous colors and the street lamps' light flashed in the back seat. You two sat there in silence, nothing but faint breathing.

"Why did you have to feel Jungkook's muscles like that?" he says focused on the seam of his pants.

"Uh because he's hot" you say like it was obvious then smack your mouth realizing you said this to your boyfriend not a friend.

Yeonjun's gaze snaps towards you, signaling that you were in deep trouble. His slit eyebrows furrowed and his round eyes turned sharp. He abruptly gets out of his seat crawling over as you fall on the car door, handle digging into your back. You stared into his dark eyes, shivering at the feeling of the man's hot breathe. Electricity sparked between the lips that grazed one another. Yeonjun grabs your legs so they were surrounding his waist, teasing a kiss on the lips.

"J-junnie we're in a car" you say as you look around and watching the focused driver.

"Oh so I'm not good enough for you? Am I not hot enough for you to do it anywhere?" he interrogates, making you shiver, "answer me."

"You're extremely hot especially..." you thoughts trail off when you feel your boyfriends hand kneads your inner thigh.

"Finish your sentence slut" Yeonjun spits.

"Especially when you're jealous" you whine.

Even in the dark of the car you can see Yeonjun's noxious grin. He leans down roughly kissing your lips until they bruise, forcing his tongue into your mouth proving his dominance. His rough hand grazes your thigh to your cunt rubbing the wetness into the thin material of your panties. You quietly gasp into the mans mouth slightly moving your hips against his hand.

"You don't have to be quiet, princess" Yeonjun's raspy voice vibrates against the skin of your neck, "everyone should know how good I make you feel."

Yeonjun's fingers find their way into your folds. The freezing digits made your back arch and head hit the leather of the car door. His fingers glide along your wet slit every now and then flicking your clit. Bitting your lip to stop your sounds from falling out of your mouth.

"I'm not going to continue if I don't hear my whore moan for me" He looks at the neediness in your eyes, god did he love this sight, "Maybe if I occupy somewhere else I'll start hearing you."

Whining when his warmth leaves your face, you watch his eyes stare as he bends down between your legs. You try to push your knees together but it was no use as Yeonjun's broad shoulders were in the way. His hand grasp your plush flesh kneading them while his other hand still teased your cunt.

"You weren't this shy when you were at the award show what happened?" Yeonjun teasingly asks as his thumb finally rubs circles into your clit.

A long drawn out moan escapes your lips making the man happy to hear you loosen up. "There it is, your beautiful sounds."

He pushes a finger into your tight hole allowing more sounds burst out of you, "that’s it, let me hear you because I'm the only who is allowed to make you like this."

You start to heat up from the lewd sounds coming from your mouth and pussy. Yeonjun leans into your wetness licking and sucking you pulsating clit. He adds another digit to your entrance stretching you out deliciously as he spreads his fingers. "Ugh, jun need you.."

The man hums at your request but not doing anything other continuing his abusive behavior on your cunt. He pushes your grinding hips down making you whine profusely. Lapping up your juices and fingers curling hitting that sweet spot every time. He hears your moans turning into cries knowing you are about to cum on his face at any moment. "J-jun, um going to-"

Yeonjun abruptly stops his actions releasing himself from you. A gasp of horror strikes you as you lose the sense of release in your core. Looking down at the man, he doesn't say anything grinning to himself he says "who else hears, knows those sounds you make, hum?? no one."

Your chest was heaving, feeling uncomfortably horny for more. You watch him unbuckle his belt, undoing his trousers to free his angry hard dick. He kneels back, slowly pumping himself in front of you. He acts like you weren't there still laying wide open to take him.

"Please.." you softly whine, Yeonjun's dark eyes open to look at you, "please, no one has ever, will never make me feel as good as you do."

Yeonjun tilts his head back smiling in victory, cock twitching at the thought that you're only his and that you intended to be only his. You could only watch in awe as his aura changed from anger to relief. He changes positions on the car seat going back to the proper sitting position. "Come one, ride my dick." He pats his thigh.

Launching out of your seat you quickly straddle his hips. Grabbing Yeonjun's face and kissing him desperately. Yeonjun moans as he feels your drenched pussy grinding on him. His hands massage the flesh of your thighs. You couldn't wait any longer, your fingers pushes your ruined panties to the side and quickly sink onto Yeonjun's dick. Both of you gasp at the feeling of your walls engulfing him so well. You lay your head on his shoulder kissing his neck, hands fondling with the buttons of his shirt.

It wasn't long until you started picking up the pace bouncing on him. His big hands grab to your ass helping you along his dick. Every curve of his dick stirred your insides pounding into you hitting deep. Looking up at your boyfriend you moan at the sight of his tilted head fully exposing the veins of his neck and sharp jaw line. His groans filled up the car, your cares of anyone seeing you were long gone.

"You're hot" you breath out.

Yeonjun's head snaps to look at you grinning, leaning in to passionately kiss you as he thrusts up into you harder. His hand drifts from your hips to in between your legs skillfully circling your clit. Moaning into his mouth that electrifying feeling fills your stomach again.

"C-can I please.."

"Go ahead"

With all of your strength grinding hard against the man you eventually come undone, Yeonjun hisses at your walls' intense clenching making him paint your walls with his cum. Both of you sat there for awhile cuddling and warming each other. It was so comfy you could've fallen asleep in his arms until you realized the car slowing down to a stop. Lifting your head up to see your surroundings you gasp, "shit we're home already."

Yeonjun smiles at you, "let get inside and take that pretty gown off."

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

read more from: Jealousy/Envy TXT Masterlist

taglist: @inkigayocamman, @naoristerling, @f4iryfever

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

An idea for Die for you i had was maybe reader finally gets with Punk and they deal with the aftermath of what happened. Then others start to realize how obsessed he is after some other talent flirts with her

Obsessed

Cm Punk X fem reader

Older (Pt 1) Die For You (Pt 2) Main Masterlist

CM PUNK Masterlist

Summary: A few months have passed since the incidint with Wardlow and Punk has continued to grow obsessed with Y/n. FTR grows concerned and ends up reveling the truth of what Punk has been doing to her. What happens when Punk snaps and proves once again he is willing to kill if it means he and Y/n could be together forever.

Warnings: Crazy possessive Phill, mentions of blood, violence, swearing, manipulation, assult, and other things similar

A few months have passed since the incident with Wardlow and since then a lot has changed.  For starters, I had never felt so happy in my life. For once it felt like things were going to work out for me. I had the girl of my dreams lying next to me in bed every night. I had Y/n in the palm of my hand. She was mine and I would do anything to keep it that way. I never told Y/n the truth of what happened that night, she didn’t need to know the real events. As far as she knew she was concussed and confused. She didn’t remember anything that happened and I was grateful for that. I’m pretty sure I killed that guy, James, I meant it when I said I would kill for her. 

I made sure to spoil my baby to death. I would spare no expense with her. She deserved nothing but the very best and since I could afford it why wound’t I? Y/n spent a few weeks at my home recovering from her concussion and I made sure to do everything for her. I wanted to show her how much I loved her. I was practically her slave, she wasn’t to move a finger on my watch. I wanted to corrupt her, brainwash her into thinking I needed to do everything for her. I was going to make sure to ruin every other man for her. No one could love her like I could, no one could protect her like I could and no one could provide for her like I could. A part of me knew this was wrong but I simply did not care. The most beautiful girl in pro wrestling just happened to fall into my arms. There was just something about her that drove me to insanity. Maybe it was her big doe eyes or her pink puffy lips, maybe it was the 18-year age gap between us that drove me wild. She needed me, she needed an older man to worship her. No younger man would come close to me. 

When Y/n made her return just like I thought there was talk backstage about the two of us. Some claimed I was insane, others feared for Y/n. I assured them I took good care of her but of course, they didn’t believe me. How many times did I have to tell them I didn’t take advantage of her when she was concussed and confused. I waited until she was able to make her own decisions before I fucked her, if anything I saved her from Wardlow and James. Who knows what they were going to do to her? Dax and Cash were concerned for me. They told me I had gone too far with this whole thing. “You’ve gone mad. I love you but this is not okay. You are corrupting her!” Cash told me. I know they were only looking out for me but I hated the way the painted me as some kind of monster. “If Y/n was my daughter I would murder you. I would never let Finley get within a 10-foot radius of you” Dax told me. “You must be out of your mind. You have no idea what’s good for Y/n. She needs me. I love her, I love her so goddam much. You have no idea the lengths I’ll go to for her” “That’s what I’m afraid of” said Dax. With that, I stormed out of the room to find Y/n. 

When I found her she was sitting with Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale. “Excuse me, ladies, can I steal Y/n away for a moment?” I told the women as politely as I possibly could. “I’m kinda in the middle of something, can it wait a few moments?” Y/n asked casually. I felt my blood boil at her words. How dare she. “ I need to speak to you, now,” I told her, my voice growing louder as I spoke. Once again she repeated “I’m trying to plan my match. We are almost done, can you please give me a second?” By this point, people began to stare. I was mad. I grabbed Y/n by the wrist which caused her to yell out in pain. I dragged her away from everyone, not even caring what they would think. Some yelled for me to let her go but I didn’t care. She should know better. 

I found an empty storage closet and dragged Y/n into it with me, locking the door behind me. “What was that for?” Y/n asked, annoyed. “What’s gotten into you? Why are you being so rude towards me?” “I’m not being rude, you’re the one that dragged me into this closet?!” “Don’t you dare talk back to me little girl” I spat “Little girl? I’m a grown-ass woman! I’m not talking-” Before she could finish her sentence I slapped her in the face. I instantly regretted my actions. “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean to” I told her as I pulled her close to me. I could feel her tears on my shirt. “Let me go” Y/n whispered into my chest. I did just that and she left me alone in the storage closet with my thoughts. 

Everyone saw the altercation. They didn’t know I slapped her but they saw me drag her away against her will, they saw her return with a red cheek and puffy eyes. She didn’t tell anyone what I did but she didn’t have to, everyone knew. I got many dirty looks, many talked about me under my breath and it just made me angry. I watched Y/n’s match from a monitor and tried to find her afterwards to congratulate her on the victory but coudn’t find her. I asked around and everyone claimed not to know the whereabouts of Y/n. I could see it in their eyes that they were lying through their teeth. 

When I finally found her she was sitting with Dax, Cash, Willow and Kris. The four of them looked up in horror when they saw me. Y/n sat in the middle of them with tears in her eyes. “What the fuck did you do to her!” I yelled at Dax. “We told her the truth, you are a sick sick man” Spit Cash. “You have no idea what you are talking about! You can’t possibly believe them Y/n!” She looked up at me like I was crazy. I knew I fucked up. “Is it true?” Whispered Y/n 

“Is what true baby?” I whispered, “That you killed a man, that you took advantage of me when I was concussed?” “No baby, I would never do that” I assured her “I don’t believe you,” she told me. I was furious, I was going to kill Cash and Dax. I don’t know what came over me but something inside me snapped. All I could see was red. I started my assault on the two men. I kicked and punched the men, screaming at them for ruining my relationship. All of this would only make things worse. I coudn’t control myself. I was furious, sure they were my best friends but I wanted them dead. Y/n yelled at me to stop but I just coudn’t. Soon I felt my body hit the ground hard. Willow and Kris had gotten security who tackled me to the ground. I tried to fight back but it was no use. I was cuffed and left defenceless. I was escorted out of the arena to a waiting cop car. Several wrestlers stood outside the venue watching the whole situation unfold. I watched a very bloody Cash Wheeler hold Y/n close as she cried in his chest. My blood boiled at the sight of him holding her in his arms. That was my job. I was supposed to hold her when she cried, I was supposed to protect her. Not him.

I screamed at them through the window of the cop car “Nothing will ever keep me away from you” 

[solseas]

Closed starter: @united-as-one

𝐓ruth be told his interactions with other idols was minimal ˏ often he found himself looking to retreat from the public’s eye after a concert was finished 。A single intake of breath ˏ lips curling upright into a small smile as feet guided him backstage 。Irises fixated upon each idol that passed by yet when he accidentally bumped shoulders he was the first to turn around and bow in apology 。Swiftly escaping their line of sight in hopes of avoiding any further interaction 。

[rxdhairxdsirxns]

SUPER NOVA || requested starter for: @thestupidmeanone

----- NEARLY every town in America had at least one billboard advertising the superstar's newly announced concert. The redhead had retuerned from a massive world tour a few months ago and had been quiet and resting up since then, so this was her first live appearance since returning home. Not to mention, there were hints of her dropping an exclusive song live at the concert, so her fans were scrambling to get money together for their ticket pre-orders.

Taryn winked and gave a fanged grin on each sign and billboard, her crooning voice announcing her concert date and encouraging attendance in commercials on on radio adverts. She was clearly excited to return to the limelight, and even had something planned before the event arrived.

Close followers of her social media were the first to get notified when she posted about her VIP Giveaway. It had been a long time since she'd done one, especially one this immersive. VIP tickets, a backstage pass, signed merchandise, and a one-of-a-kind CD that gave no hints as to what was on it.

Her video wasn't a scripted commercial or ad, it was a sincere post taken from inside her home. "I really want to show my fans how much I appreciate them, and give you guys something super exciting for my public return now that my world tour is over."

[united-as-one]

closed starter for @dunkdazed !

It was a long evening filled with high octane matches and skilled professional wrestling as the reigning women's champion of the promotion raised her belt into the air and waved goodbye to the cheering and clapping fans. Kairi was meant to be playing a villain, but she had gradually become a character that the crowd naturally got behind with her athletic ability and in-ring storytelling. She was a fighter, a true gritty survivor who had earned the respect of many and the potential to move onto greater heights with many promotions in the US wanting her name on a contract ready to sign her once her contract here had expired.

Reaching the backstage area, Kairi takes a towel and says her thanks to her managers, producers and showrunners before heading into her dressing room. While she wasn't in the main event, it also meant she could hang around to watch the show and as she turns on the TV a knock on the door was heard. "Come in!" She calls out, and once Kairi notices who enters the room, she immediately stands up from her chair and fixes her hair, a goofy and welcoming grin on her face as she bows.

"Some friends said you'd be here tonight, I wasn't expecting you to have a VIP pass and all! It's nice to finally meet you~ I'm a big fan of your work, Hyunbin!~"

[yaenvs3000w24]

Navigating Privilege in the Wilderness of Interpretation

Hey again, fellow nature enthusiasts,

Unit 3 has us unpacking some pretty weighty stuff, and it's got me reflecting on the role of privilege in nature interpretation. We're talking about invisible backpacks here – those unearned advantages that some of us carry without even knowing. Peggy McIntosh first tossed this idea our way in women's studies, highlighting how privilege can silently shape our experiences, and this concept has evolved and been further discussed in more recent studies and discussions (Kendi, 2019).

So, what's in my backpack? Well, for starters, I've got the privilege of education. I'm here at university, studying biomedical science, aiming for a future in dentistry. That's a path paved by a series of privileges many don't get to walk. Language is another. I'm blogging to you in English, the lingua franca of academia and the internet. It opens doors, ones that might remain closed for non-English speakers.

Privilege is like this backstage pass to life's concert. It gets you in places, sometimes without you even realizing it. In nature interpretation, privilege might mean having the freedom to explore the great outdoors or the financial means to afford the gear and go on expeditions.

Here's the thing, though. Recognizing your privilege isn't about guilt. It's about awareness. It's realizing that not everyone starts the hike from the same trailhead. This awareness can shape how we interpret nature to others, making sure we're inclusive and mindful of different starting points.

Reflecting on this, I'm thinking about my future dental office. It'll be a place where I can apply these lessons, ensuring that it's welcoming to all, regardless of what's in their backpack. That's the thing about privilege – once you see it, you can't unsee it. And you definitely shouldn't ignore it.

And in the spirit of this course, here's a nod to the precautionary principle we're familiar with in environmental science. It tells us that prevention beats cure (Raffensperger & Tickner, 1999). I see it as a call to be proactive – to use our privilege for good, to prevent harm, and to spread the benefits of our invisible assets.

As we delve deeper into this course, I'm keeping my eyes wide open to the privileges I hold. I'm thinking about how I can use them responsibly in nature interpretation and beyond. This isn't just about interpreting the environment; it's about interpreting our place in it and how we can make the trail better for those hiking behind us.

Stay aware, stay kind, and let's use our privileges to pave the way for a more inclusive world.

References:

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage for a Better World (1st ed.). Sagamore Publishing. https://www.sagamorepub.com/products/interpreting-cultural-and-natural-heritage-better-world

Kendi, I. X. (2019). How to Be an Antiracist. One World.

Raffensperger, C., & Tickner, J. (Eds.). (1999). Protecting Public Health and the Environment: Implementing The Precautionary Principle. Island Press.

[sohannabarberaesque]

So much for the "relaxing and satisfying" earwax extraction videos in YouTube:

Personally, I'd love to see the appellation of "relaxing and satifying" applied to some Hanna-Barbera videos as aren't exactly in the vein of a typical episodic experience, but could get to be interesting. As in, for starters:

Some "bloopers" and "fails" from Yogi Bear's varied attempts at purloining tourist picnic baskets, especially where Ranger Smith is somehow on the sidelines

Top Cat and clowder on Catalina Island for a diving escapade with the Catalina Diving Clowder, with some amusing episodes ... as well as some hilarious moments at the legendary Farmer's Market in Hollywood making Candid Camera look silly

Peter Potamus relating some unusually romantic moments with a dolphin while diving, and in the tow of nieces Pamela, Peggy and/or Penelope

From Penelope Pitstop, the sheer sensation of her in the old he'e nalu of the Hawai'ian from the perspective of a GoPro camera as she glides through "da green room"

Fails and blunders caught at Banana Splits and Cattanooga Cats concerts, with hilarious consequences, including hilarity galore at backstage after-show buffet tables

The Divin' Wolf Pups (Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling) getting a little more than they bargained for in a diving experience pre-breakfast once--between the legs, even (as per Snagglepuss)

The hot-spring escapades of teenage Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm getting a little too prehistorically romantic, but in that Hanna-Barberian way of "projecting warmth and good feelings"

A post-orgy diving session with the Hair Bear Bunch at Camp Volkswagen during their mating season road trip which only gets unbelievably weird when a mermaid makes romantic overtures towards Hair Bear especially (and plays along)

GoPro-camera videos of the Skatebirds proving the meme about "unless you're the lead bird, the scenery never changes"

The King and Sheena taking the bodysurfing at their beach bungalow in a rather fascinating manner

Kwicky Koala passing around a box of Chicken Flavour Arnott's Shapes crackers during a beach day with some close friends of the koala persuasion, only to see the whole quickly run out ahead of a sausage sizzle

Some fascinating vignettes from in and around Trolltown, as explained and narrated by Pixlee Trollsom "herself" to explain such a fascinatingly whimsical closeness to Nature which trolls are fond of

Now THESE would be the kind of "relaxing and satisfying" online videos us Old Hanna-Barberians would enjoy seeing, even if such might need to be of a fanimation sort. Who's with me, at least in concept?

@hanna-barberians @a-gang-of-silly-bananas @hanna-barbera-land @iheartgod175 @groovybribri @archive-archives @indigo-corvus @railguner34 @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan

[faithfulfriends]

margo was tired of cleaning up everyone else’s messes, putting out other peoples fires. . . her time working at runner records has been nothing short of eye opening, teaching her everything she needed to know about musicians and their ego’s, solidifying in her mind just how badly she wanted this for her career. she’d practically begged teddy to let her intern in the a&r department after months of being the girl to grab coffee, to make sure the bands never ran out of everything that they had been served on a silver platter. . . she was tasked with the job of finding the best new band in town, and margo didn’t even need to think twice. silk. it had to be silk.

flashing her backstage pass to the security guard on the door, margo made her way through to the closed off bar which was holding the after party. she’d been to countless events like this one, but never before did she have a purpose for being there. . . but now she did, and it was one she believed in wholeheartedly. it’s then that paris catches her eye at the bar, smiling in their direction before she’s closing the gap between the two of them. “that was an amazing show. honestly, probably the best i’ve seen all year.”

@curseplay liked for a starter.

[lunarrscribbles]

closed starter for @purehoneybees

Flashing her pass, she's ushered backstage, the chorus of groans and arguments coming from the others. It's amusing, really, how everyone always wonders what her claim to fame is to have the access while all the other bottom feeders pray for some morsel of attention so they could join her. When she first started doing this on her own, she had been nervous, jittery, downright scared. Now, she was a seasoned pro and easily navigated her way through the crowd until she found him. He hadn't yet spotted her so she took the opportunity, coming up behind him quietly until she could slide her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" she whispers against his ear, her body pressed against his. Her heels give her a slight advantage, only a few inches shorter than him, making this all the more easier. "I'll give you two chances to get this right," she continued, knowing he'd get it in one. "And if you fail, I'll give my pass to one of the groupies at the entrance. So make your guesses wisely."

[carsonwest]

Closed Starter For: @ashersilass Location: Street Fair

Carson had been working the first day of the festival, but the good thing about his shift falling that way was that he had the next two days off to mingle and do whatever he wanted. Carson was rarely one to pass up an opportunity to socialise, so once he'd had some sleep, he planned on making the most of the festivities.

One bonus of being related to an Applause executive was that he got a VIP pass, allowing him to mingle backstage and get a position in a little fenced off area near the stage for some of the performances. It wasn't long before he spotted a familiar face. "Ash, man, what's up?" Carson greeted the individual with his trademark smile. "You here on official business today or just watching the performances? It's a hell of a line-up, huh?"

[zasyablog123]

Google Search Console Tips Every Webmaster Should Know

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All About Search Queries:

In the digital marketing realm, understanding search queries is pivotal for any webmaster. Google Search Console serves as an important tool. It reveals top-performing keywords through its Performance Report Dimensions. These insights show not just volume but also how users find your site—be it standard or Web Light results on slower devices.

Analyzing clicks and impressions sheds light on user engagement with different query types. Some may only draw sparse traffic. These long-tail searches might seem insignificant yet they can reveal hidden opportunities when optimized. While high-traffic terms grab attention, don’t overlook the less frequent ones. They often hold potential to boost your online presence swiftly if addressed.

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Optimizing mobile usability: 

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[zcsty]

‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ closed    starter ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ m    /    f    /    nb ‎ ࣪ ‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ christian clarke ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎. ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ plot    stuff ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎───‎ ‎ ‎ ‎christian    is    trying    to    make    a    name    for    himself    in    the    ring    but    cannot    seem    to    get    his    other    half    onboard . despite    arguments    and    breakups    ,    they    always    come    back    to    one    another .   ‎ ࣪‎ ‎ 𖤐‎ ‧‎ ‎ ‎ for    :    @volatiiles .

'    that's    for    you . '    spoken    before    hand    gets    raised    and    momentary    celebration    ensues    ,    just    as    he    envisioned . promised    this    exact    result    ,    utmost    thankful    for    the    other    to    witness    the    tribute    with    their    own    eyes . rushes    through    the    interviews    and    pep    talks    in    order    to    find    them    ,    hectic    backstage    area    not    aiding    in    the    search    either . time    passes    before    he    does    ,    smile    etching    across    male's    features    while    approaching    ,    '    now    if    i    knew    you    were    showing    up    ,    i    woulda    knocked    him    out    in    the    first    round .  . glad    you    came though . '

[muutosarchive]

of course she remembers him. how could she forget? amor à morte. she still cites him in her own mind as her first (&. arguably only) love. despite their stamp upon history being as light as it became. such a small stretch of two children finding kinship. yet they hadn't the strength to hold on any longer than they'd been afforded. he had shown her that power. her eyes darting through that auditorium: fingers electric with the hysteria, wind moving hair whilst mother looked in horror. things had never been the same. she had cried her little eyes out, upon the realization that she might never see him again.

&. here he was. should have seen him make this spectacle of himself. showman, though &. through.

there's a smile cocked upon her lips. lax, behind the ice of her outer shell. she knew if he wished to look hard enough, he would see through it. through &. to the way she felt as close to their ten year old selves as he. for her own black lined hues watch him take her in, to which she allows without movement. she is studying his paint for starters. her lips heightening at his words, head tilting. had let go of backstage pass' security blanket, with hands clasped at her front. polite in listening as the pontiff regales her with tales of her luck. though modesty never seemed to be in his deck.

she moves forth &. hands connect, with her removal of glass from glove. her mouth opens coyly. "you think me oblivious, great pope emeritus the third?" head cocks, &. she giggles. [...] "you have stopped copying your brother, for starters. have you found your own way, now?"

finally she slips glass from hand and drinks deep. "mm." [...] "you are as modest as i had hoped for all these years." her tone is thick with sarcasm, though light.

he remembers & perhaps that is a fatal flaw of his . he remembers her , her eyes & how it felt when they looked at each other when they were nothing but children . when he was forced to perform at that tasteless talent show ... when not even father would accompany him . instead : two ghouls who clapped and cheered for him when all hell broke lose . he was ten years back then , if he remembers correctly & now , now that he looks at her again ...

has time passed at all ? still felt the same . she is different than the rest , and terzo wonders if SHE is aware of that . infernal gaze on her , up & down does it wander before it stops at her face . she has grown , but so has he .

❝ not everyone , but you are not simply ... anyone , sí ? ❞ head tilts , he wonders if she knows her worth , or if she is simply pretending she does not -- or perhaps : she does not remember him at all . ❝ oh , be flattered . its an honor to be here , near me . ❞ he raises a hand , points at the door . ❝ do you know how many would die to be in here with me right now ? many ... many , but i wanted you to come here . is that enough of an explanation for you ? ❞ head tilts , a tsk sound leaves his lips and he turns his back to her . hands busy preparing a glass of wine ... no , TWO .

pontiff turns , holds out the glass to her , an offering . ❝ do you not remember me ? ❞

[honeykeats]

@lustfulheart​ closed starter ft. danny rollins! 

danny was bored. it was still another hour before the show started, and that was just the opener, georgie. he had a pocket full of backstage passes he had swiped off june, their tour manager. he would hear all about it after the show, but he was quick to sneak by the staff of the venue and make his way out to the crowd. once he was out, the jig was up, all the fans recognized him and anyone could track his movements along the barricade, even when he held a finger up to his lips to encourage them to stop yelling. 

[formorethananame]

@fakeddeaths, a closed starter

The bass of the band playing reaches their backstage area, filling the room with a steady, rhythmic thump. Gabe nods along, eyes on his phone, then pauses as the distant music catches up to him.

It’s not Second Chance playing, but it’s still an okay song. Gabe tilts his head. Does it mean he’s cheating on his band if he likes another song? He glances around. Second Chance sits scattered around him, relaxing before its their chance to warm up.

Gabe puts his phone away. Maybe it’s not cheating to enjoy another band’s song, but it’s still no where as good as Second Chance. Getting up, Gabe ruffles Clara’s hair as he passes. He acknowledges the others - bumps Zane’s shoulder, high fives Dara, nods to Viv - but they all know who he’s aiming for. 

With a soft hum, Gabe sits down behind Spencer. He brackets his legs around theirs, kisses the back of their neck, and lays his cheek to their shoulder. “How do you just sit around so calmly?” Gabe mumbles. “This shit would drive me nuts. Even just for rehearsal.”